Summary: Jack helps Sam paint some walls and gets something he really hadn't expected!
Category: Humor, Romance
Season: future Season
Pairing: Jack/Sam
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Stargate SG-1 and its characters are the property of Showtime/Viacom, MGM/UA,
Double Secret Productions, and Gekko Productions. I have written this story for entertainment
purposes only and no money whatsoever has exchanged hands. No copyright infringement is
intended. The original characters, situations, and story are the property of the author(s).
Author's notes:
I want them to get together... no matter how!! If you liked this chapter, please review and tell me to submit more, 'cause there is!!
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Knock , knock , knock ...
Jack stared expectantly at the brown wooden door that lead to Sam Carter's house. But nothing
happened...
Again he brought his fist up to the door and knocked sharply three times. Brows furrowed, he let his gaze wander over the wooden surface, searching for something. What he was looking for, Jack couldn't tell, but fortunately he found the 'something'.
A note.
Nothing big, just enough to write down some shopping things you usually need for the next lunch or for a night out with your friends.
Jack took hold of the paper's rim and ripped it off the door. His teeth gnawed on the inner of his
cheek, while he was reading the writings on the white note.
'Hey Daniel! Thanks for coming.
I'm at my neighbour's house. The yellow one to your right.
See ya!
Sam'
Doing as the note instructed him to do, Jack turned to his right and stared at the pale yellow house with the small front yard and the yellow flowers beside the porch.
His eyes wandered back to the note, still grasped in his hand, and re-read it once more...
Welllll... he had promised Daniel to bring her that stuff and he could at least go over there and see what she was up to.
Crumpling the note in his fist, Jack walked down the steps leading to Sam's house and crossed the parking lot to the yellow house. He walked carefully around the flowers in the small garden and ran up the four marbled steps to the front porch and let his gaze wander over the wooden ornaments around the door.
He lifted his fist and was just about to knock, when the door opened and the head of an elderly
woman peeked around the frame. Her curly hair was white and her reading glasses hung around
her neck .
"Good morning ma'am, my name is Jack O..."
"What are you doing hear young man? What have you been doing on the porch of Samantha's house?"
Irritated, Jack blinked... had she been watching him?
"Well I'm her Commanding Officer and I think she's expecting me!"
The old lady regarded him for a very long second with a cold stare... Jack stared back...
"Mrs. Coulter? Everything Ok?"
The muffled voice of his 2IC reached O'Neill's ears and a small smile appeared on his lips.
"Oh yes my dear, but here's a man who says he's your CO."
"It's alright, he's here to bring me something."
Mrs. Coulter turned and glared in his direction... just for good measures, but Jack just shrugged.
The old lady opened the door wider and allowed Jack to step inside the corridor.
He immediately recognized the smell of fresh paint and glue and scrunched up his nose.
"This way Mr. ... she is in my living room." The curiosity grew as Jack entered the large room Mrs. Coulter had lead him into.
And there, in the middle of the room, was Sam Carter.
Though she wasn't really standing with both feet securely on the floor... she was sitting on a silver
ladder with one leg on either side of it. Both booted feet rested on a rung and a pot with white paint stood between her thighs on top of the ladder.
She hadn't noticed him yet.
Her full attention was focused on the large brush in her right hand, with which she was currently
applying the white dripping paint onto the ceiling above her head... that was covered, just like the rest of her body, in white and light blue blotches.
He grinned stupidly at the sight of his Major.
"Hey Carter... never realized you were that good in painting!"
Her head spun around in surprise and she nearly lost hold of the brush. A cheeky grin spread out over her face, before she turned back to the brush and placed it in the pot.
Sam then carefully climbed down the shaking ladder and brushed her painted hands on her thighs, trying to get off some of the sticking colour.
"Sir, what are you doing here?"
"Daniel got some cold and he forced... uhm, asked me to bring you this..." He produced a small brush out of his pocket and handed it over to her waiting palm.
She was eyeing the thing with interest, as if the brush held some unknown mysteries...
"Thanks Colonel... how's he doing?"
"He's sneezing, coughing, has a slight fever and has already used every single Kleenex in the state of Colorado."
"Here Mr. O... what was your name?"
Inwardly, Jack rolled his eyes.
"O'Neill, Jack O'Neill."
She nodded solemnly as if she was trying to associate his name to some face she would know.
Finally her lips pursed and she gave him a cup of steaming coffee, before turning and walking out
of the living room and into the garden behind the house.
"She's really nice, but she's also getting old and a bit eccentric." Sam explained with a smile.
"So whatcha doing here Carter? New hobby I should know about?"
Her arms folded across her chest and she shook her head in amusement.
"No, I just promised Mrs. Coulter to paint her living room and to wallpaper her bedroom the next time I got some spare time from work."
"Need any help?"
His brows furrowed in confusion... where the hell had that come from? He couldn't even remember thinking about offering his help!
Sam was looking equally perplexed but recovered quickly.
"Actually yes, Sir... Daniel wanted to come over and paint the walls, but he's not available right now and I have to get the room finished today, 'cause tomorrow I have an important appointment, so... ."
"Alright, no problem! Where's the paint, the brush and the soap?" Sam nodded over to the ladder and he followed her, taking the brush he'd given her some moments ago and dipped it into the paint pot.
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Haha!
A satisfied smile appeared on his face as Jack examined his work. He had to admit that the paint
hadn't covered every part of the wall and here and there some spots showed their yellow face (the former colour of the room)... but he had done well.
"Hey Carter, ya finished with your ceilling?"
"In a few... found a spot that's still a bit too yellow for my liking!"
He turned and frowned... how the hell could there be a colorful part on this ceilling? If Sam was
applying any more paint, the whiteness would probably be brighter than a white-light-bulb!
"Uhm, Carter... I guess Mrs. C will need sun glasses next time she enters the room!" Sam chuckled in response and eyed him with her paint dotted face.
Jack couldn't help it and smiled... in his opinion, Sam looked like an angel... her beautiful face seemed so childlike and the tousled hair sticking out in all directions gave her an innocent touch.
She looked so adorable!
"Colonel?"
Jack blinked a few times to get his mind back to the topic and outta the gutter. This was neither the time nor the place to think about how sweet his 2IC looked...
"I think my wall is finished... though I guess you should better take a look at it 'cause it sure as hell isn't as white as yours!"
Shaking her head, Sam climbed down the ladder and wandered over to her waiting CO. His hands were shoved inside his jeans' pockets and he was watching her with his dark chocolate brown eyes that made her knees weak and her heart go...
Stop it!
Sam pulled the emergency break and instead settled on inspecting the wall with all the attention she could muster at this moment and with the mess in her head.
"I think that spot over there needs some more paint, Sir." He nodded in affirmation and walked over to where Sam had pointed with her brush.
After some carefully placed brush-strokes, he went back to his position beside Sam and waited for further instructions.
"We're finished here Colonel... now I just have to clear the room and get the stuff into the storeroom."
"I'll help ya with it, Carter..."
"That's not necessary Sir... you already helped enough today, really... I'll get that finshed and you
can finally go home and get cleaned up." Sam nodded her head at his white stained shirt.
"It's barely 1800 and I have plenty of time! Come on Carter, let an old kid play with paint!" Sam
smiled at the whining tone in Jack's voice and just shook her head in mock-defeat.
Together they started removing the plastic covers from the furniture and cleaned their faces and
hands from the white paint.
After nearly an hour, they had finished their work and stood side by side in the middle of the white living room.
Standing in the doorway, Mrs. Coulter had her hands clasped together and a bright smile on her lips. Her old eyes shone excitedly as she admired the newly painted walls.
"Oh my dear! Thank you, Sammy... and Mr. O'Neill! You did really good Sammy! " Jack poked her lightly in her ribs and watched as she turned a beautiful shade of red... she hated being called 'Sammy' and moreover was it very embarrassing to be called by this nickname when her CO was standing just some inches away from her .
"Not a problem Mrs. Coulter... is there anything else?"
"Oh no... but here take this..."
The elderly lady walked out of the room and rounded the corner . When she returned some seconds later she had a chocolate cake in her hands.
"Thanks ma'am, but I really don't think we did it for the money!"
"Dont be silly young man..." Jack didn't know whether he should love or hate being called
'young man',"... and take it! I made it just for you two!"
Sam knew when she had to surrender and took the cake with a grateful smile plastered on her lips.
"Thanks..."
"And now you go over to Sammy's and get cleaned up! I fear the paint will never come off!"
Sam and Jack shared a grin and made their way over to the front door with Mrs. Coulter in tow.
The old woman opened the door and let them out, waving them good-bye as the couple walked to Sam's house.
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"So Carter, I'll better get home or I'll have to take an acid-bath!"
"But what about the cake Colonel?... How 'bout you go inside and shower here and I'll get ya your spare clothes from the guest room?"
Four brows furrowed, two equally shocked pairs of eyes stared at each other.
"Uhm, if that's no problem with ya Carter..."
"No, I wouldn't have offered otherwise!"
Confused Jack watched the floor for some seconds, contemplating the different possibilities.
"Alright! I'll get finished and you make a coffee!"
Sam smiled and opened the door, pushing it wide open to allow Jack to enter first. The Colonel
immediately walked down the corridor to the bathroom, while Sam went into the guest room to get his fresh clothes.
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What the hell was he doing here?
Jack O'Neill stood motionless under the shower, the pouring water massaging his shoulder and back muscles. The soap and shampoo were already gone, but just when he had wanted to turn off the water, it had hit him...
What the hell was he doing here?
In Carter's house, and under her shower?! He couldn't believe it!
"Colonel?"
Jack's head shot up and his eyes tried to see through the fogged plexiglass of the shower cubicle.
Fortunately the door was still closed and Carter was obviously standing outside in the corridor.
"Yeah?"
"Your things are in the spare room! And you'll find a towel in the wardrobe beside the shower."
"Thanks!"
Jack listened as Sam walked away from the door, before turning off the water and stepping out of the cubicle. The cool air in the bathroom engulfed him and he began shivering slightly.
Grabbing a large towel and slinging it around his waist, he opened the door and peered around the frame to make sure that no female living being was in close proximity.
He got out of the bathroom and walked silently over to the spare room. When he had entered it, he closed the door behind him with a soft thud and locked it... just in case!
There on the bed were his clothes.
Jeans, a grey shirt and socks... just good he didn't need new boxers!
He quickly got dressed and exited the room, heading down the hallway to the kitchen. He was actually following the scent of fresh coffee and maybe he could even smell chocolate cake... or he was imaging things.
"Hey Carter! So where's the cake, coffee, spoon and napkin?" Sam watched him curiously and
handed him a red napkin.
Jack took it and fixed it to the collar of his shirt. Sam eyed him and shook her head in amusement.
"So where's the cake?"
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The two soldiers ate in comfortable silence, both too engrossed in eating the delicious cake (that,
Jack had to admit as soon as the first spoon had vanished in his mouth). He sipped on his cup of
coffee and watched Sam gulp down her second cup of cocoa.
She had a milk-mustache and Jack nearly suffocated on the hot liquid. A concerned look appeared on Sam's face, but Jack managed to stop coughing and got his breathing back under control.
Without saying a word, he took the red napkin and brought it over the table to Sam's face. Her
forehead wrinkled in bewilderment as her eyes stayed fixed on the moving napkin... or better the
hand attached to it.
And then he found his goal...
The napkin made contact with Sam's mouth and her first intention was to move away from him, but for some reason she didn't and instead watched his face with wide eyes.
Jack in the meantime swept the cloth over her lip and wiped off the milk. He immediately pulled his hand away and let it fall (plus the napkin) into his lap.
Sam stared at Jack, Jack stared at Sam.
"Uhm... you had a..." He started gesturing wildly around with his hand, his index finger moving over his lip to make his point clear.
"Thanks Colonel..." Sam gazed down at the half eaten chocolate cake and poked it with the spoon.
Didn't move... just what she'd thought...
Jack watched her nervously.
It was one of these situations he dreaded... when all he wanted to do was run away, screaming.
It wasn't often these days that he found himself in one of said situations, thanks to Carter's and his newly found self consciousness regarding their... feelings.
After the Za'tarc-incident the two friends had slowly learned to live with what many people on base called 'UST'... but in the last few weeks the moments in which he got painfully aware of this 'UST' became more and more frequently.
"You want another cake?"
His forehead creased as he regarded her with a blank look.
"Uhm... no thanks... I guess I'd better get going, tomorrow'll be a long and boring day and I need my beauty sleep." He smiled warmly across the table.
Sam nodded reluctantly, the cup with cocoa still grasped in her hands. She
had to admit that she'd enjoyed the day with him. They had had so much fun painting walls, making jokes and just being themselves... without that unnerving voice in the back of her mind screaming at her to remove her ass from his close proximity.
"Yeah, I think that'd be better... Colonel." Sam added his rank merely as an afterthought.
Both friends got up from the chairs at the same time and Jack helped her to clean off the table of
the plates and cups. They didn't speak, the only obvious communication being an occasional smile or grin for the other person in the room.
After having finished their task in the kitchen, Jack and Sam walked over to the front door.
The time had come to say 'bye'... why the fuck did Jack feel as if he was about to make a very very bad mistake...
Sam was in front of him, her hands working on the lock of the door. Closely after she'd opened it, the cool evening chill entered the inner of her house, engulfing them. Instinctively Sam brought her hand up to her upper arm, rubbing over th goose bumps on her skin.
Jack stepped around her and walked out of the front door, his eyes watching his... uhm, very
interseting boots. He rather felt than saw Sam's gaze upon his back...which lead to a creepy feeling developing in the pit of his stomache.
Reluctantly Jack moved his eyes away from his black boots and caught Sam's blue piercing eyes as she stared at his face.
The word beautiful sprang to his dizzy mind and unconsciously a soft smile formed on his lips. And even though he could hear that unnerving voice screaming inside his head, ordering him to move his ass away from here, he couldn't help it and kept on staring at her wide blue eyes...
With their gazes locked, Jack didn't really pay any attention to his legs and therefore actually
didn't or better couldn't know that he was moving... backwards.
Until it was too late...
A loud crashing noise startled both friends out of their staring-contest and Jack instinctively jerked his eyes away from her face and tried to see what had hppened behind him, while he had been staring mindlessly at h...
Oh, a flowerpot! The broken blue pieces lay shattered on the porch. Earth was covering the stone steps and he caught sight of a red blossom...
Jack was still too occupied with the flower that his brain didn't really notice what else was
happening around and with him... Carter had already analyzed it all with the all-mighty super-computer in her head and had realized that her CO was in the process of falling... backwards.
Her hand left the door frame -which she had been gripping with such a strength that her knuckles
had turned white-and reached out for him...
Jack felt the contact of her hand with his left upper arm and that she was pulling him forward... in
her direction... to her body...
Maybe -Sam thought in the fraction of a second as her brain realized what was about to happen- maybe she shouldn't have put that much energy in the movement. But unfortunately she had done it anyway and now she would have to pay...
The forward-motion forced him to take a step away from the street and he crashed -as much as he'd have loved to prevent that from happening- in her chest. His hands tried to mitigate the impact and his hands came up and gripped her shoulders...
The silenec surrounding them was overwhelming.
In this moment, nothing but the two humans existed... no house, no street, no stargate, no universe, no problems... no regulations...
They were kissing...
Sam couldn't remember how it had happened or who had initiated it, all she knew was that his lips were on hers. She blinked once, before she could feel her eyelids fall close as his hand left her shoulder and wandered down to her hip.
Unconsciously, her hand had also left his upper arm and had crept up to his neck, where she threaded her fingers through the light grey hair at his neck, bringing his head and therefore his lips even closer to her.
Jack pressed his body further into her and their kiss intensified, their lips opening as both their
tongues demanded entrance to the others mouth...
"Sorry Sammy... but you forgot your cell phone in my living room."
Sam's eyes snapped open an her hand stopped moving in his hair as she heard the voice of her
neighbour. She met his brown ones and slowly their lips parted.
Jack's heart was in the process of leaving his chest... what the hell had he been thinking? He could still feel her lips on his, could still taste her... the memory was still too fresh to even consider forgetting it someday.
And by the looks of it, Sam had a similar problem...
"Sammy?"
Jack watched her blink rapidly, before averting her eyes from him and regarding the petite old lady with a bewildered look.
"Uhm, thanks... thanks for bringing it over." She took the offered device and stared at it... never would she make eye contact again!
Never!!
"I'll see ya... Major..."
And then he was gone.
In the corner of her eyes Sam saw her CO run down the steps to his parked truck. And some time later she could hear the engine spring to life...
"He is a nice man, Sammy... very nice."
All Sam could do was to nod her head in agreement.
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FINIS !!!
Thanks for reading ! Send feedback !!!! I think about writing a sequel , but well guess what the
condition is !
Category: Humor, Romance
Season: future Season
Pairing: Jack/Sam
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Stargate SG-1 and its characters are the property of Showtime/Viacom, MGM/UA,
Double Secret Productions, and Gekko Productions. I have written this story for entertainment
purposes only and no money whatsoever has exchanged hands. No copyright infringement is
intended. The original characters, situations, and story are the property of the author(s).
Author's notes:
I want them to get together... no matter how!! If you liked this chapter, please review and tell me to submit more, 'cause there is!!
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Knock , knock , knock ...
Jack stared expectantly at the brown wooden door that lead to Sam Carter's house. But nothing
happened...
Again he brought his fist up to the door and knocked sharply three times. Brows furrowed, he let his gaze wander over the wooden surface, searching for something. What he was looking for, Jack couldn't tell, but fortunately he found the 'something'.
A note.
Nothing big, just enough to write down some shopping things you usually need for the next lunch or for a night out with your friends.
Jack took hold of the paper's rim and ripped it off the door. His teeth gnawed on the inner of his
cheek, while he was reading the writings on the white note.
'Hey Daniel! Thanks for coming.
I'm at my neighbour's house. The yellow one to your right.
See ya!
Sam'
Doing as the note instructed him to do, Jack turned to his right and stared at the pale yellow house with the small front yard and the yellow flowers beside the porch.
His eyes wandered back to the note, still grasped in his hand, and re-read it once more...
Welllll... he had promised Daniel to bring her that stuff and he could at least go over there and see what she was up to.
Crumpling the note in his fist, Jack walked down the steps leading to Sam's house and crossed the parking lot to the yellow house. He walked carefully around the flowers in the small garden and ran up the four marbled steps to the front porch and let his gaze wander over the wooden ornaments around the door.
He lifted his fist and was just about to knock, when the door opened and the head of an elderly
woman peeked around the frame. Her curly hair was white and her reading glasses hung around
her neck .
"Good morning ma'am, my name is Jack O..."
"What are you doing hear young man? What have you been doing on the porch of Samantha's house?"
Irritated, Jack blinked... had she been watching him?
"Well I'm her Commanding Officer and I think she's expecting me!"
The old lady regarded him for a very long second with a cold stare... Jack stared back...
"Mrs. Coulter? Everything Ok?"
The muffled voice of his 2IC reached O'Neill's ears and a small smile appeared on his lips.
"Oh yes my dear, but here's a man who says he's your CO."
"It's alright, he's here to bring me something."
Mrs. Coulter turned and glared in his direction... just for good measures, but Jack just shrugged.
The old lady opened the door wider and allowed Jack to step inside the corridor.
He immediately recognized the smell of fresh paint and glue and scrunched up his nose.
"This way Mr. ... she is in my living room." The curiosity grew as Jack entered the large room Mrs. Coulter had lead him into.
And there, in the middle of the room, was Sam Carter.
Though she wasn't really standing with both feet securely on the floor... she was sitting on a silver
ladder with one leg on either side of it. Both booted feet rested on a rung and a pot with white paint stood between her thighs on top of the ladder.
She hadn't noticed him yet.
Her full attention was focused on the large brush in her right hand, with which she was currently
applying the white dripping paint onto the ceiling above her head... that was covered, just like the rest of her body, in white and light blue blotches.
He grinned stupidly at the sight of his Major.
"Hey Carter... never realized you were that good in painting!"
Her head spun around in surprise and she nearly lost hold of the brush. A cheeky grin spread out over her face, before she turned back to the brush and placed it in the pot.
Sam then carefully climbed down the shaking ladder and brushed her painted hands on her thighs, trying to get off some of the sticking colour.
"Sir, what are you doing here?"
"Daniel got some cold and he forced... uhm, asked me to bring you this..." He produced a small brush out of his pocket and handed it over to her waiting palm.
She was eyeing the thing with interest, as if the brush held some unknown mysteries...
"Thanks Colonel... how's he doing?"
"He's sneezing, coughing, has a slight fever and has already used every single Kleenex in the state of Colorado."
"Here Mr. O... what was your name?"
Inwardly, Jack rolled his eyes.
"O'Neill, Jack O'Neill."
She nodded solemnly as if she was trying to associate his name to some face she would know.
Finally her lips pursed and she gave him a cup of steaming coffee, before turning and walking out
of the living room and into the garden behind the house.
"She's really nice, but she's also getting old and a bit eccentric." Sam explained with a smile.
"So whatcha doing here Carter? New hobby I should know about?"
Her arms folded across her chest and she shook her head in amusement.
"No, I just promised Mrs. Coulter to paint her living room and to wallpaper her bedroom the next time I got some spare time from work."
"Need any help?"
His brows furrowed in confusion... where the hell had that come from? He couldn't even remember thinking about offering his help!
Sam was looking equally perplexed but recovered quickly.
"Actually yes, Sir... Daniel wanted to come over and paint the walls, but he's not available right now and I have to get the room finished today, 'cause tomorrow I have an important appointment, so... ."
"Alright, no problem! Where's the paint, the brush and the soap?" Sam nodded over to the ladder and he followed her, taking the brush he'd given her some moments ago and dipped it into the paint pot.
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Haha!
A satisfied smile appeared on his face as Jack examined his work. He had to admit that the paint
hadn't covered every part of the wall and here and there some spots showed their yellow face (the former colour of the room)... but he had done well.
"Hey Carter, ya finished with your ceilling?"
"In a few... found a spot that's still a bit too yellow for my liking!"
He turned and frowned... how the hell could there be a colorful part on this ceilling? If Sam was
applying any more paint, the whiteness would probably be brighter than a white-light-bulb!
"Uhm, Carter... I guess Mrs. C will need sun glasses next time she enters the room!" Sam chuckled in response and eyed him with her paint dotted face.
Jack couldn't help it and smiled... in his opinion, Sam looked like an angel... her beautiful face seemed so childlike and the tousled hair sticking out in all directions gave her an innocent touch.
She looked so adorable!
"Colonel?"
Jack blinked a few times to get his mind back to the topic and outta the gutter. This was neither the time nor the place to think about how sweet his 2IC looked...
"I think my wall is finished... though I guess you should better take a look at it 'cause it sure as hell isn't as white as yours!"
Shaking her head, Sam climbed down the ladder and wandered over to her waiting CO. His hands were shoved inside his jeans' pockets and he was watching her with his dark chocolate brown eyes that made her knees weak and her heart go...
Stop it!
Sam pulled the emergency break and instead settled on inspecting the wall with all the attention she could muster at this moment and with the mess in her head.
"I think that spot over there needs some more paint, Sir." He nodded in affirmation and walked over to where Sam had pointed with her brush.
After some carefully placed brush-strokes, he went back to his position beside Sam and waited for further instructions.
"We're finished here Colonel... now I just have to clear the room and get the stuff into the storeroom."
"I'll help ya with it, Carter..."
"That's not necessary Sir... you already helped enough today, really... I'll get that finshed and you
can finally go home and get cleaned up." Sam nodded her head at his white stained shirt.
"It's barely 1800 and I have plenty of time! Come on Carter, let an old kid play with paint!" Sam
smiled at the whining tone in Jack's voice and just shook her head in mock-defeat.
Together they started removing the plastic covers from the furniture and cleaned their faces and
hands from the white paint.
After nearly an hour, they had finished their work and stood side by side in the middle of the white living room.
Standing in the doorway, Mrs. Coulter had her hands clasped together and a bright smile on her lips. Her old eyes shone excitedly as she admired the newly painted walls.
"Oh my dear! Thank you, Sammy... and Mr. O'Neill! You did really good Sammy! " Jack poked her lightly in her ribs and watched as she turned a beautiful shade of red... she hated being called 'Sammy' and moreover was it very embarrassing to be called by this nickname when her CO was standing just some inches away from her .
"Not a problem Mrs. Coulter... is there anything else?"
"Oh no... but here take this..."
The elderly lady walked out of the room and rounded the corner . When she returned some seconds later she had a chocolate cake in her hands.
"Thanks ma'am, but I really don't think we did it for the money!"
"Dont be silly young man..." Jack didn't know whether he should love or hate being called
'young man',"... and take it! I made it just for you two!"
Sam knew when she had to surrender and took the cake with a grateful smile plastered on her lips.
"Thanks..."
"And now you go over to Sammy's and get cleaned up! I fear the paint will never come off!"
Sam and Jack shared a grin and made their way over to the front door with Mrs. Coulter in tow.
The old woman opened the door and let them out, waving them good-bye as the couple walked to Sam's house.
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"So Carter, I'll better get home or I'll have to take an acid-bath!"
"But what about the cake Colonel?... How 'bout you go inside and shower here and I'll get ya your spare clothes from the guest room?"
Four brows furrowed, two equally shocked pairs of eyes stared at each other.
"Uhm, if that's no problem with ya Carter..."
"No, I wouldn't have offered otherwise!"
Confused Jack watched the floor for some seconds, contemplating the different possibilities.
"Alright! I'll get finished and you make a coffee!"
Sam smiled and opened the door, pushing it wide open to allow Jack to enter first. The Colonel
immediately walked down the corridor to the bathroom, while Sam went into the guest room to get his fresh clothes.
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What the hell was he doing here?
Jack O'Neill stood motionless under the shower, the pouring water massaging his shoulder and back muscles. The soap and shampoo were already gone, but just when he had wanted to turn off the water, it had hit him...
What the hell was he doing here?
In Carter's house, and under her shower?! He couldn't believe it!
"Colonel?"
Jack's head shot up and his eyes tried to see through the fogged plexiglass of the shower cubicle.
Fortunately the door was still closed and Carter was obviously standing outside in the corridor.
"Yeah?"
"Your things are in the spare room! And you'll find a towel in the wardrobe beside the shower."
"Thanks!"
Jack listened as Sam walked away from the door, before turning off the water and stepping out of the cubicle. The cool air in the bathroom engulfed him and he began shivering slightly.
Grabbing a large towel and slinging it around his waist, he opened the door and peered around the frame to make sure that no female living being was in close proximity.
He got out of the bathroom and walked silently over to the spare room. When he had entered it, he closed the door behind him with a soft thud and locked it... just in case!
There on the bed were his clothes.
Jeans, a grey shirt and socks... just good he didn't need new boxers!
He quickly got dressed and exited the room, heading down the hallway to the kitchen. He was actually following the scent of fresh coffee and maybe he could even smell chocolate cake... or he was imaging things.
"Hey Carter! So where's the cake, coffee, spoon and napkin?" Sam watched him curiously and
handed him a red napkin.
Jack took it and fixed it to the collar of his shirt. Sam eyed him and shook her head in amusement.
"So where's the cake?"
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The two soldiers ate in comfortable silence, both too engrossed in eating the delicious cake (that,
Jack had to admit as soon as the first spoon had vanished in his mouth). He sipped on his cup of
coffee and watched Sam gulp down her second cup of cocoa.
She had a milk-mustache and Jack nearly suffocated on the hot liquid. A concerned look appeared on Sam's face, but Jack managed to stop coughing and got his breathing back under control.
Without saying a word, he took the red napkin and brought it over the table to Sam's face. Her
forehead wrinkled in bewilderment as her eyes stayed fixed on the moving napkin... or better the
hand attached to it.
And then he found his goal...
The napkin made contact with Sam's mouth and her first intention was to move away from him, but for some reason she didn't and instead watched his face with wide eyes.
Jack in the meantime swept the cloth over her lip and wiped off the milk. He immediately pulled his hand away and let it fall (plus the napkin) into his lap.
Sam stared at Jack, Jack stared at Sam.
"Uhm... you had a..." He started gesturing wildly around with his hand, his index finger moving over his lip to make his point clear.
"Thanks Colonel..." Sam gazed down at the half eaten chocolate cake and poked it with the spoon.
Didn't move... just what she'd thought...
Jack watched her nervously.
It was one of these situations he dreaded... when all he wanted to do was run away, screaming.
It wasn't often these days that he found himself in one of said situations, thanks to Carter's and his newly found self consciousness regarding their... feelings.
After the Za'tarc-incident the two friends had slowly learned to live with what many people on base called 'UST'... but in the last few weeks the moments in which he got painfully aware of this 'UST' became more and more frequently.
"You want another cake?"
His forehead creased as he regarded her with a blank look.
"Uhm... no thanks... I guess I'd better get going, tomorrow'll be a long and boring day and I need my beauty sleep." He smiled warmly across the table.
Sam nodded reluctantly, the cup with cocoa still grasped in her hands. She
had to admit that she'd enjoyed the day with him. They had had so much fun painting walls, making jokes and just being themselves... without that unnerving voice in the back of her mind screaming at her to remove her ass from his close proximity.
"Yeah, I think that'd be better... Colonel." Sam added his rank merely as an afterthought.
Both friends got up from the chairs at the same time and Jack helped her to clean off the table of
the plates and cups. They didn't speak, the only obvious communication being an occasional smile or grin for the other person in the room.
After having finished their task in the kitchen, Jack and Sam walked over to the front door.
The time had come to say 'bye'... why the fuck did Jack feel as if he was about to make a very very bad mistake...
Sam was in front of him, her hands working on the lock of the door. Closely after she'd opened it, the cool evening chill entered the inner of her house, engulfing them. Instinctively Sam brought her hand up to her upper arm, rubbing over th goose bumps on her skin.
Jack stepped around her and walked out of the front door, his eyes watching his... uhm, very
interseting boots. He rather felt than saw Sam's gaze upon his back...which lead to a creepy feeling developing in the pit of his stomache.
Reluctantly Jack moved his eyes away from his black boots and caught Sam's blue piercing eyes as she stared at his face.
The word beautiful sprang to his dizzy mind and unconsciously a soft smile formed on his lips. And even though he could hear that unnerving voice screaming inside his head, ordering him to move his ass away from here, he couldn't help it and kept on staring at her wide blue eyes...
With their gazes locked, Jack didn't really pay any attention to his legs and therefore actually
didn't or better couldn't know that he was moving... backwards.
Until it was too late...
A loud crashing noise startled both friends out of their staring-contest and Jack instinctively jerked his eyes away from her face and tried to see what had hppened behind him, while he had been staring mindlessly at h...
Oh, a flowerpot! The broken blue pieces lay shattered on the porch. Earth was covering the stone steps and he caught sight of a red blossom...
Jack was still too occupied with the flower that his brain didn't really notice what else was
happening around and with him... Carter had already analyzed it all with the all-mighty super-computer in her head and had realized that her CO was in the process of falling... backwards.
Her hand left the door frame -which she had been gripping with such a strength that her knuckles
had turned white-and reached out for him...
Jack felt the contact of her hand with his left upper arm and that she was pulling him forward... in
her direction... to her body...
Maybe -Sam thought in the fraction of a second as her brain realized what was about to happen- maybe she shouldn't have put that much energy in the movement. But unfortunately she had done it anyway and now she would have to pay...
The forward-motion forced him to take a step away from the street and he crashed -as much as he'd have loved to prevent that from happening- in her chest. His hands tried to mitigate the impact and his hands came up and gripped her shoulders...
The silenec surrounding them was overwhelming.
In this moment, nothing but the two humans existed... no house, no street, no stargate, no universe, no problems... no regulations...
They were kissing...
Sam couldn't remember how it had happened or who had initiated it, all she knew was that his lips were on hers. She blinked once, before she could feel her eyelids fall close as his hand left her shoulder and wandered down to her hip.
Unconsciously, her hand had also left his upper arm and had crept up to his neck, where she threaded her fingers through the light grey hair at his neck, bringing his head and therefore his lips even closer to her.
Jack pressed his body further into her and their kiss intensified, their lips opening as both their
tongues demanded entrance to the others mouth...
"Sorry Sammy... but you forgot your cell phone in my living room."
Sam's eyes snapped open an her hand stopped moving in his hair as she heard the voice of her
neighbour. She met his brown ones and slowly their lips parted.
Jack's heart was in the process of leaving his chest... what the hell had he been thinking? He could still feel her lips on his, could still taste her... the memory was still too fresh to even consider forgetting it someday.
And by the looks of it, Sam had a similar problem...
"Sammy?"
Jack watched her blink rapidly, before averting her eyes from him and regarding the petite old lady with a bewildered look.
"Uhm, thanks... thanks for bringing it over." She took the offered device and stared at it... never would she make eye contact again!
Never!!
"I'll see ya... Major..."
And then he was gone.
In the corner of her eyes Sam saw her CO run down the steps to his parked truck. And some time later she could hear the engine spring to life...
"He is a nice man, Sammy... very nice."
All Sam could do was to nod her head in agreement.
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FINIS !!!
Thanks for reading ! Send feedback !!!! I think about writing a sequel , but well guess what the
condition is !