Dream Talkin'
by Jessica Catherine
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I don't own Sam, Jack, or anything else that's part of the Stargate SG-1 universe.
Pairing: Sam/Jack
Season: Hmm...let's just say 5.
Spoilers: None that I can think of.
A/N: This is the first SG-1 story that I've written. Just thought I'd tell you that, in case you all think it sucks. I'm sure I'll get better with time. Anyway, feedback is appreciated.
"How many times have I told you, to GO TO BED!" a voice said, rather loudly, jolting Colonel Jack O'Neill out of a rather pleasant dream involving him, a certain blonde 2IC, and a pool full of Jello. He opened his eyes and looked wildly around the tent, trying to figure out where the voice had come from. Had he just imagined it?
"No! You may not stay up and watch The Simpsons. It's time for bed!" the same voice said, although, this time, Jack recognized it as the voice of his 2IC, Major Samantha Carter.
"Carter?" he questioned, tentatively, wondering who she could possibly be talking to.
"Gracie...if you don't get to bed now, your television-watching privileges will be taken away. It's 2 hours past your bedtime!" Sam continued.
"Carter?" he questioned again, this time reaching out to touch her.
As his hand connected with her shoulder, a pair of very angry blue eyes opened to look at him.
"This is all your fault." she said, still glaring angrily at him.
"My fault?" Jack repeated, staring at her. "How is this my fault?" he questioned, immediately leaping to his own defense before pausing. "Wait a minute. What is my fault?"
"This is your fault. If you'd just stop letting Grace stay up late and watch TV on school nights..." came the response from Sam.
Jack stared at her, dumbfounded. "Grace?"
"And I am not being unreasonable. If she stays up late, she's tired when she goes to school the next day." she continued. "Honestly. Sometimes I think you spoil her way too much."
Jack started to protest, before realizing the absurdity of what he had been about to do.
"And if you think you can smooth this over with blue Jello, you are sadly mistak--" Sam's words trailed off into a quiet moan.
Jack's eyes widened. Where had that come from?
"Carter!" he said, loudly, hoping to gain her attention, which seemed to be both focused and not focused on him, at the same time.
"And you can't distract me either..." she said, trailing off before inhaling sharply, and then moaning again, this time slightly louder.
Okay, gotta do something... Jack thought to himself. He reached over to Sam again, and this time, instead of simply touching her shoulder, he shook her gently. This seemed to bring her to her senses. She blinked a few times before turning curious eyes to Jack.
"Colonel?" she questioned, clearly bewildered.
"Is everything alright, Carter?" Jack asked, slightly concerned. Alright? he thought to himself. She just spent the past few minutes berating me for something to do with someone named Grace. No, of course everything isn't alright.
"Yes sir, fine." Sam replied, still looking bewildered.
"Uh, who's Grace?" Jack asked her.
"She's...wait a minute, how do you know about Grace?" Sam replied.
"You just spent the past 5 minutes or so, scolding me for letting her stay up and watch The Simpsons." Jack said.
Sam looked puzzled for a moment, before starting to giggle.
Jack stared at her. "What's so funny?" he questioned.
After taking a moment to compose herself, Sam began to speak.
"Grace is our daughter. Grace Mackenzie O'Neill."
"Carter...as far as I know, we don't have a daughter, let alone one named Grace." Jack replied. "I mean, unless we...no, I'm pretty sure we don't have a daughter."
Sam grinned at Jack's slightly confused look. "Not in reality, no. In my dream, however, we did."
"Dream?" Jack questioned. "You were dreaming?"
"Yes." Sam replied.
"But your eyes were open, and staring right at me..." Jack continued.
"It was a dream." Sam assured him.
TBC...