DISCLAIMER: I own nothing. If I did Sam and Jack would be married with a daughter named Grace by now and Pete would never have existed.
A/N: this was written for Valenship 2013 on the Gateworld Forum. inspired by SaraBahama's request to make a vid to the song "Wanted" by Hunter Hayes.
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She rolled in from the West
In a summer sun dress
Hotter than the heat in July...
What a beautiful mess
One part angel, one part perfect, one part brick
I've got a feeling by the time the night finds the morning...
I'm gonna wish I had a storm warning
- Storm Warning by Hunter Hayes
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Jack O'Neill stood up and saluted as his new CO, General Hammond, left his new team at the briefing table. His new 2IC stood ramrod straight, staring after the General. Jack cleared his throat and her head snapped round to face him. Giving her his best friendly smile which strained his facial muscles no end, he gestured to her.
"At ease, Captain," he jerked his head towards the stairs, "We should probably go get geared up for another jaunt through the old orifice."
Sam's lips unwittingly turned up almost imperceptibly at the corners before she frowned and straightened her expression.
"Yes, Sir!"
Jack walked around the table and stopped next to Sam's chair when she hesitated. Jack waggled his eyebrows and motioned towards the stairs which Ferretti and Kawalsky had just fled down.
"Ladies first."
Sam's scowl was stalled by the jovial glint in O'Neill's eye. Sam bit back the urge to roll her eyes at him and fell into step next to him.
"Of course, Sir. Wouldn't want to keep the guys waiting now, would we, Sir? You know how we scientists can drag our *heels*!" And, winking, she about turned and left.
Jack's mouth opened then he paused as he took in her words. If he hadn't known any better his subordinate sounded for a second like she was verging on insubordination. He stared after her, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. Shaking his head and following her lead towards the locker room he got a feeling that Captain Carter was going to be a handful. Quite how, he still wasn't certain, but she seemed sharp as knife and there was an underlying *something* that he just couldn't quite put his finger on. It intrigued him no end. Hell, someone who dared give him the kind of spunky greeting she'd just given him whilst remaining the right side of insubordination was something in his book.
He might just have to start re-evaluating his opinion of scientists. Then again, maybe not. After all, this scientist had logged over 100 hours in enemy air space. She didn't really count as one of those nerds, right? The devil on his shoulder grinned *...and, speaking of heels, when was the last time you met a nerd with legs up to her armpits?* He groaned and quickly shoved that thought away and back into the gutter where it belonged.
He just hoped she was a good shot, he had a feeling they'd need it.