Just lying on my bed one day when this title just came to me, and I took it from there. If y'all like it, I'll do a sequel.
DISCLAIMER: don't own Stargate, just the story. (darn)
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She Called Him Jack
Sometimes Samantha Carter wondered how she could ever love a man like Jack O'Neil, and then he'd crack a joke, or slurp some jello, or look at her in that special way, and then she knew why.
He wasn't like all the other guys she had loved. To the truth, she hadn't really loved any guy, except him.
She loved him because....
Well, it was hard to say. She wouldn't even admit it to herself.
She loved him because...
He'd bring her flowers when she was sad, and chocolate just when she was about to fall asleep over her laptop after 13 straight hours of strenuous work.
She loved him because....
He kiss her tears away when she was worried or hurt or afraid, and he'd give her a hug when she just came in from the cold.
She loved because...
In all the years of knowing him, he had never demeaned her like some guys did, he had never yelled at her because she made a mistake, he had never hit her because she was stupid, he had never done anything that would make her stop and consider him in a different light.
Sam would sit there some nights in her room, lying on her bed, her stuffed frog clasped to her chest.
A stuffed frog.
Yea, she'd laughed right out loud when he'd given it to her, that one day at the carnival. General Hammond had given SG-1 then weekend off, and a Jack invited everyone to the carnival. Teal'c asked so many questions she was sure that Jack would yell at him to shut up soon, but he never did.
Daniel had so much cotton candy that she thought he would burst, but he didn't- he just kept eating more (kind of like a vacuum, now that she thought about it).
And Jack played so many games, and didn't win any, until he played the Shoot-The-Duck game. Then he won her the frog. There was no way he could lose.
She had known all night long that he was going to kiss her, but when it came, she wasn't ready.
But it was still passionate. It was still everything Sam had ever dreamed of.
And some nights, Sam sat her desk and wrote in her journal, spilling he heart out to the only thing that would never critique her, or talk back to her, or make her heart jump into her throat so fast that she was sure that someone had seen it.
And still some nights, Sam sat on her couch, watching reruns of the 3 Stooges, almost positive that he was watching the same thing she was, feeling closer to him by the second.
And some nights, she stay at her office, and she'd know, she'd feel, that he was thinking of her. And she'd know, she'd feel that she was thinking of how much she wanted him. Of how much she loved him. Of how much she dreamed of him.
And some nights she prayed to God that the regulations would be lifted and that she could be with him. But they never were. She could only call him "sir" and "Colonel"; but never "Jack"
That didn't matter to her at night time. When she was alone in the dark. With her dreams.
At night with her dreams....
She called him Jack.
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Don't ask. It was just something that I HAD to write. You know how these things are. If you really liked this, though, please review. I already have a sequel in mind, and if enough people like it, I'll write it.
DISCLAIMER: don't own Stargate, just the story. (darn)
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
She Called Him Jack
Sometimes Samantha Carter wondered how she could ever love a man like Jack O'Neil, and then he'd crack a joke, or slurp some jello, or look at her in that special way, and then she knew why.
He wasn't like all the other guys she had loved. To the truth, she hadn't really loved any guy, except him.
She loved him because....
Well, it was hard to say. She wouldn't even admit it to herself.
She loved him because...
He'd bring her flowers when she was sad, and chocolate just when she was about to fall asleep over her laptop after 13 straight hours of strenuous work.
She loved him because....
He kiss her tears away when she was worried or hurt or afraid, and he'd give her a hug when she just came in from the cold.
She loved because...
In all the years of knowing him, he had never demeaned her like some guys did, he had never yelled at her because she made a mistake, he had never hit her because she was stupid, he had never done anything that would make her stop and consider him in a different light.
Sam would sit there some nights in her room, lying on her bed, her stuffed frog clasped to her chest.
A stuffed frog.
Yea, she'd laughed right out loud when he'd given it to her, that one day at the carnival. General Hammond had given SG-1 then weekend off, and a Jack invited everyone to the carnival. Teal'c asked so many questions she was sure that Jack would yell at him to shut up soon, but he never did.
Daniel had so much cotton candy that she thought he would burst, but he didn't- he just kept eating more (kind of like a vacuum, now that she thought about it).
And Jack played so many games, and didn't win any, until he played the Shoot-The-Duck game. Then he won her the frog. There was no way he could lose.
She had known all night long that he was going to kiss her, but when it came, she wasn't ready.
But it was still passionate. It was still everything Sam had ever dreamed of.
And some nights, Sam sat her desk and wrote in her journal, spilling he heart out to the only thing that would never critique her, or talk back to her, or make her heart jump into her throat so fast that she was sure that someone had seen it.
And still some nights, Sam sat on her couch, watching reruns of the 3 Stooges, almost positive that he was watching the same thing she was, feeling closer to him by the second.
And some nights, she stay at her office, and she'd know, she'd feel, that he was thinking of her. And she'd know, she'd feel that she was thinking of how much she wanted him. Of how much she loved him. Of how much she dreamed of him.
And some nights she prayed to God that the regulations would be lifted and that she could be with him. But they never were. She could only call him "sir" and "Colonel"; but never "Jack"
That didn't matter to her at night time. When she was alone in the dark. With her dreams.
At night with her dreams....
She called him Jack.
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Don't ask. It was just something that I HAD to write. You know how these things are. If you really liked this, though, please review. I already have a sequel in mind, and if enough people like it, I'll write it.