[AN: Okay, so my net crashes on me at 5am then at 6am I hear a fire drill go off in the building next door so I decide I'm taking the elevator down rather then walking down 15 flights of stairs in 20 minutes so I'm outside wandering around and this idea just kinda snakes into my brain. R&R and you may *MAY* get more. ** is emphasis. All caps is yelling. Yup that's about it. Oh and this one goes out to Krysta…cause I'm specials. :-D]
Disclaimer: I do not own SG1 or any of it's characters, but I wish I did cause I'da smacked whole bunches of ppl upside dey heads long time ago.
Rating: We'll just say PG-13 for now cause I KNOW it'll eventually get at least that bad.
Pairings: Umm, well, I haven't figured that out yet. This one's writing itself.
Ummm welp thas abouts it so here we goes.
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Ch. 1: Tensions
"Close the iris!" Colonel Jack O'Neill's feet hadn't even hit the ramp before the words were flying from his mouth. He stormed down the inclination and straight up to his 2IC.
"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT MAJOR?!"
Major Samantha Carter's glare was just as piercing as her CO's.
"IT WAS AN AMBUSH, WHAT DID IT LOOK LIKE, *SIR*?"
"IT LOOKED TO ME LIKE A WHOLE SHITLOAD OF JAFFA GOT THE DROP ON US BECAUSE SOMEONE WASN'T KEEPING LOOK-OUT WELL ENOUGH." Jack didn't care who heard him shouting at this point.
"COLONEL O'NEIL. MAJOR CARTER. MY OFFICE, NOW." Even through the comm system General George Hammond's booming voice was impressive. However, his two best officers kept their eyes locked a moment longer before turning to make their way up to his office. Once they were both standing at attention in front of him, he let loose.
"WHAT in the HELL was that all about? I walk into the command center to hear two officers of the United States Air Force having a screaming match in the Gate Room, while, another member of their team, was being escorted to the infirmary with a wound from a staff blast? What possible explanation could you have for that Colonel?" He had been looking equally between the two but now his gaze was focused solely on Jack.
"Sir, during our exploration of the ruins on P6C-687 we were ambushed by a large contingent of Jaffa. Major Carter was *supposed* to be keeping an eye on the western front where the attack originated."
George turned his glare squarely to Sam, an obvious indication that she should speak.
"Sir, I *was* watching the perimeter of the clearing on the west side. The Jafa had *obviously* been waiting for us. They popped out from every direction at once. As soon as I saw the movement I alerted the Colonel, but we weren't able to pull out before Daniel was hit."
George stared her down for a moment before speaking again.
"Major, you are dismissed to gear down and report to the infirmary. We'll be debriefing tomorrow at 0730 so that Dr. Jackson can join us."
"Yes, Sir." Sam turned sharply and walked out, closing the door behind her.
"As for you Colonel, I want an explanation as to why my *senior* officer was jumping down the throat of his Second In Command for no good reason in front of at least two dozen airmen."
George's voice wasn't loud, but it didn't need to be. His tone said it all. Jack had barely opened his mouth to speak when his CO's hand came sharply up, stopping him in his tracks.
"Save it Colonel. Whatever excuse you have, I'm not buying. Major Carter was doing her job; just like she was doing her job the last four times you've lost it with her in the past two weeks; just like everyone else you've decided to dress down lately has been doing their job. You're out of control Colonel, and frankly I've had it up to my eyeballs with you. Either you cool it off or I'll let a month of paperwork while locked in your quarters cool it off for you. DISMISSED."
He watched as his 2IC spun abruptly on his heal and walked off then rounded his desk, sinking into his chair. He knew exactly what the man's problem was and honestly, he couldn't say he blamed him for being upset…but he needed to deal with it and get a hold on his anger.
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Sam was on the phone, waiting for Janet to finish treating Daniel when Jack walked into the infirmary. Her back was to the door and he was sure she had no clue he was there.
"Hey, my mission got cut short so it looks like I will be able to make it tonight after all…No, I'm fine. Daniel's a little banged up but I'm sure he'll be translating ancient dialects by the end of the day…I'm not quite sure. I don't think I'll make dinner so I'll just meet you there…That'd be great……Hey Shorty, looks like I'll be making that play of yours tonight. I'll be sitting there right in front with Dad and Emily…I'm glad too. I'll see you later. Bye munchkin."
She hung up the phone and turned, her eyes locking with Jack's. Most of the anger was gone, but not completely.
"Sir, is it alright if I nab first dibs on physicals? I need to get out of here ASAP."
Jack didn't even make an attempt to hide the sarcasm in his voice.
"Of course Major, wouldn't want to keep you from Dave and the kiddies."
In a flash the anger was back in Sam's eyes. She kept her voice low but even speaking barely above a whisper her anger was evident.
"That's *it*! If you've got a problem with how I'm leading my personal life, just come right out and say it. Stop taking it out on everyone else and stop taking it out on me."
Despite the turmoil evident in his eyes Jack's voice was flat and even.
"It's not my job to have a problem with your personal life *Major*."
"You're right, it's not, so stop."
Ignoring the officer half of her brain she brushed past him, heading straight for Janet, who was done with Daniel and had started gathering what she needed for standard post-mission physicals.
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"SAM!"
Sam barely heard the shout in time to turn and catch the 5 year old ball of energy that was flying at her. She scooped him up and hugged him tightly.
"Hey Shorty. You were great out there."
"It was so cool! Everyone was clapping and cheering! It was SO much fun." The boy wiggled free of her arms and slid to the floor.
"I'm gonna go find Daddy and Em." He disappeared back into the crowd of parents.
"Hello." Sam turned to the woman that was speaking to her.
"Hi."
"I'm Sandy Turratino, Marty's mom. You must be Dave's fiancé, Samantha." Sandy extended her hand.
Sam shook it firmly.
"Yes I am. Please, call me Sam. It's nice to finally meet you. Shorty raves about you. Says you're the coolest mom on the block."
Sandy laughed.
"Marty says the same of you." She looked around at the crowd.
"Would you like to find that coffee they promised the parents?"
Sam nodded.
"That'd be great. I've been up since 4am." The two women started threading their way through the crowd.
"Why so early?"
Sam rolled her eyes.
"Behind on my work. Had at least a half dozen reports to file before 8am and three experiments to run before my briefing at noon." She gratefully accepted the steaming cup another parent behind the concession table handed her.
"Sounds…busy." Sandy took a sip of her own coffee letting them lapse into silence for a few minutes. When she finally got up the nerve, she spoke again.
"I just wanted to say that I think you've been a Godsend to those kids…and Dave too. All three of them were pretty depressed after Annie died. It's been a long time since I've seen the three of them so happy. I think Annie would be proud of the lot of you."
Sam blushed deeply.
"Hey, Dave and Annie were my best friends. I was just doing everything I could to help them out."
"Including snagging Dave's heart?" Sandy had never been one to beat around the bush and she wasn't about to start now. She noticed Sam's face redden even further and decided now was a good time to change topics.
"So, how did you meet them anyway?"
"Dave and I have known each other since high school. Our dads were stationed on the same base. We joined up together after we graduated. Went through the academy together. When he met Annie we were still stationed at the Pentagon together. She was a civilian clerk. We became good friends immediately. I was beyond thrilled when Dave was transferred out here just after they got married. When Annie got sick I started taking care of the kids as much as I could. Love them like my own."
Sandy smiled.
"They seem pretty fond of you as well. You two finally set a date yet?"
"Not exactly. We've got it narrowed down to next month. I'm waiting on my dad to see when he thinks he'll be able to get back for it."
"Next month? Wow that's fast."
Sam shrugged.
"We decided not to put it off. The sooner things can start settling down, the easier it'll be on all of us. The kids have had their lives in complete chaos for two years…and the last 9 months since Annie died has been even worse. It's high time they start settling into normal lives."
Sandy nodded in understanding.
"That it is. You know, you really are something."
"Isn't she though?" Sam turned to the source of the comment with a smile. The 6'2, blue eyed, brown haired man reached out with one arm, pulling her close. He kissed her lightly before looking back to his friend.
"Sandy, whatever story she was telling you about me isn't true."
Sandy laughed lightly.
"Oh relax Dave. The only stories she was telling were about how she kicked your butt in training at the academy." The grin on her face extended all the way into her eyes, betraying her tease. After another moment she burst out in laughter again.
Dave rolled his eyes and looked down at Sam.
"I have a pair of munchkins waiting at the door, demanding the trip for ice cream I promised them. You up for it or do you want to head home and get some rest?"
Sam smiled.
"Oh come on flyboy, when have you known me to turn down ice cream…especially when you're buying?" She turned back to Sandy.
"It was nice meeting you. Hopefully I'll see you soon."
"Definitely, you'll have to come to the block party next weekend if you can. Meet the rest of the neighborhood."
"I'm going to try." Sam allowed herself to be led to the door by the hand. When she got there she traded Dave's hand for two much smaller ones.
"I'm kidnapping your children dear. You've had them all evening now it's my turn. We'll meet you at Scoops."
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Disclaimer: I do not own SG1 or any of it's characters, but I wish I did cause I'da smacked whole bunches of ppl upside dey heads long time ago.
Rating: We'll just say PG-13 for now cause I KNOW it'll eventually get at least that bad.
Pairings: Umm, well, I haven't figured that out yet. This one's writing itself.
Ummm welp thas abouts it so here we goes.
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Ch. 1: Tensions
"Close the iris!" Colonel Jack O'Neill's feet hadn't even hit the ramp before the words were flying from his mouth. He stormed down the inclination and straight up to his 2IC.
"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT MAJOR?!"
Major Samantha Carter's glare was just as piercing as her CO's.
"IT WAS AN AMBUSH, WHAT DID IT LOOK LIKE, *SIR*?"
"IT LOOKED TO ME LIKE A WHOLE SHITLOAD OF JAFFA GOT THE DROP ON US BECAUSE SOMEONE WASN'T KEEPING LOOK-OUT WELL ENOUGH." Jack didn't care who heard him shouting at this point.
"COLONEL O'NEIL. MAJOR CARTER. MY OFFICE, NOW." Even through the comm system General George Hammond's booming voice was impressive. However, his two best officers kept their eyes locked a moment longer before turning to make their way up to his office. Once they were both standing at attention in front of him, he let loose.
"WHAT in the HELL was that all about? I walk into the command center to hear two officers of the United States Air Force having a screaming match in the Gate Room, while, another member of their team, was being escorted to the infirmary with a wound from a staff blast? What possible explanation could you have for that Colonel?" He had been looking equally between the two but now his gaze was focused solely on Jack.
"Sir, during our exploration of the ruins on P6C-687 we were ambushed by a large contingent of Jaffa. Major Carter was *supposed* to be keeping an eye on the western front where the attack originated."
George turned his glare squarely to Sam, an obvious indication that she should speak.
"Sir, I *was* watching the perimeter of the clearing on the west side. The Jafa had *obviously* been waiting for us. They popped out from every direction at once. As soon as I saw the movement I alerted the Colonel, but we weren't able to pull out before Daniel was hit."
George stared her down for a moment before speaking again.
"Major, you are dismissed to gear down and report to the infirmary. We'll be debriefing tomorrow at 0730 so that Dr. Jackson can join us."
"Yes, Sir." Sam turned sharply and walked out, closing the door behind her.
"As for you Colonel, I want an explanation as to why my *senior* officer was jumping down the throat of his Second In Command for no good reason in front of at least two dozen airmen."
George's voice wasn't loud, but it didn't need to be. His tone said it all. Jack had barely opened his mouth to speak when his CO's hand came sharply up, stopping him in his tracks.
"Save it Colonel. Whatever excuse you have, I'm not buying. Major Carter was doing her job; just like she was doing her job the last four times you've lost it with her in the past two weeks; just like everyone else you've decided to dress down lately has been doing their job. You're out of control Colonel, and frankly I've had it up to my eyeballs with you. Either you cool it off or I'll let a month of paperwork while locked in your quarters cool it off for you. DISMISSED."
He watched as his 2IC spun abruptly on his heal and walked off then rounded his desk, sinking into his chair. He knew exactly what the man's problem was and honestly, he couldn't say he blamed him for being upset…but he needed to deal with it and get a hold on his anger.
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Sam was on the phone, waiting for Janet to finish treating Daniel when Jack walked into the infirmary. Her back was to the door and he was sure she had no clue he was there.
"Hey, my mission got cut short so it looks like I will be able to make it tonight after all…No, I'm fine. Daniel's a little banged up but I'm sure he'll be translating ancient dialects by the end of the day…I'm not quite sure. I don't think I'll make dinner so I'll just meet you there…That'd be great……Hey Shorty, looks like I'll be making that play of yours tonight. I'll be sitting there right in front with Dad and Emily…I'm glad too. I'll see you later. Bye munchkin."
She hung up the phone and turned, her eyes locking with Jack's. Most of the anger was gone, but not completely.
"Sir, is it alright if I nab first dibs on physicals? I need to get out of here ASAP."
Jack didn't even make an attempt to hide the sarcasm in his voice.
"Of course Major, wouldn't want to keep you from Dave and the kiddies."
In a flash the anger was back in Sam's eyes. She kept her voice low but even speaking barely above a whisper her anger was evident.
"That's *it*! If you've got a problem with how I'm leading my personal life, just come right out and say it. Stop taking it out on everyone else and stop taking it out on me."
Despite the turmoil evident in his eyes Jack's voice was flat and even.
"It's not my job to have a problem with your personal life *Major*."
"You're right, it's not, so stop."
Ignoring the officer half of her brain she brushed past him, heading straight for Janet, who was done with Daniel and had started gathering what she needed for standard post-mission physicals.
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"SAM!"
Sam barely heard the shout in time to turn and catch the 5 year old ball of energy that was flying at her. She scooped him up and hugged him tightly.
"Hey Shorty. You were great out there."
"It was so cool! Everyone was clapping and cheering! It was SO much fun." The boy wiggled free of her arms and slid to the floor.
"I'm gonna go find Daddy and Em." He disappeared back into the crowd of parents.
"Hello." Sam turned to the woman that was speaking to her.
"Hi."
"I'm Sandy Turratino, Marty's mom. You must be Dave's fiancé, Samantha." Sandy extended her hand.
Sam shook it firmly.
"Yes I am. Please, call me Sam. It's nice to finally meet you. Shorty raves about you. Says you're the coolest mom on the block."
Sandy laughed.
"Marty says the same of you." She looked around at the crowd.
"Would you like to find that coffee they promised the parents?"
Sam nodded.
"That'd be great. I've been up since 4am." The two women started threading their way through the crowd.
"Why so early?"
Sam rolled her eyes.
"Behind on my work. Had at least a half dozen reports to file before 8am and three experiments to run before my briefing at noon." She gratefully accepted the steaming cup another parent behind the concession table handed her.
"Sounds…busy." Sandy took a sip of her own coffee letting them lapse into silence for a few minutes. When she finally got up the nerve, she spoke again.
"I just wanted to say that I think you've been a Godsend to those kids…and Dave too. All three of them were pretty depressed after Annie died. It's been a long time since I've seen the three of them so happy. I think Annie would be proud of the lot of you."
Sam blushed deeply.
"Hey, Dave and Annie were my best friends. I was just doing everything I could to help them out."
"Including snagging Dave's heart?" Sandy had never been one to beat around the bush and she wasn't about to start now. She noticed Sam's face redden even further and decided now was a good time to change topics.
"So, how did you meet them anyway?"
"Dave and I have known each other since high school. Our dads were stationed on the same base. We joined up together after we graduated. Went through the academy together. When he met Annie we were still stationed at the Pentagon together. She was a civilian clerk. We became good friends immediately. I was beyond thrilled when Dave was transferred out here just after they got married. When Annie got sick I started taking care of the kids as much as I could. Love them like my own."
Sandy smiled.
"They seem pretty fond of you as well. You two finally set a date yet?"
"Not exactly. We've got it narrowed down to next month. I'm waiting on my dad to see when he thinks he'll be able to get back for it."
"Next month? Wow that's fast."
Sam shrugged.
"We decided not to put it off. The sooner things can start settling down, the easier it'll be on all of us. The kids have had their lives in complete chaos for two years…and the last 9 months since Annie died has been even worse. It's high time they start settling into normal lives."
Sandy nodded in understanding.
"That it is. You know, you really are something."
"Isn't she though?" Sam turned to the source of the comment with a smile. The 6'2, blue eyed, brown haired man reached out with one arm, pulling her close. He kissed her lightly before looking back to his friend.
"Sandy, whatever story she was telling you about me isn't true."
Sandy laughed lightly.
"Oh relax Dave. The only stories she was telling were about how she kicked your butt in training at the academy." The grin on her face extended all the way into her eyes, betraying her tease. After another moment she burst out in laughter again.
Dave rolled his eyes and looked down at Sam.
"I have a pair of munchkins waiting at the door, demanding the trip for ice cream I promised them. You up for it or do you want to head home and get some rest?"
Sam smiled.
"Oh come on flyboy, when have you known me to turn down ice cream…especially when you're buying?" She turned back to Sandy.
"It was nice meeting you. Hopefully I'll see you soon."
"Definitely, you'll have to come to the block party next weekend if you can. Meet the rest of the neighborhood."
"I'm going to try." Sam allowed herself to be led to the door by the hand. When she got there she traded Dave's hand for two much smaller ones.
"I'm kidnapping your children dear. You've had them all evening now it's my turn. We'll meet you at Scoops."
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