DAYDREAM BELIEVER

The mission to P2X-325 had been a disastrous waste of time for SG -1. The inhabitants turned out to be technologically challenged – to put it nicely. And there was not enough naquadah left in the mines to make it feasible to send in an engineering team. It didn't help the that the heavens opened up and rain started pouring down as they made their way back to the Stargate. They were too far away from the village to turn around so Col. O'Neill made the decision to continue the hike to the Gate. It should have only taken them 45 minutes to an hour to complete the trip, but he didn't realize how quickly the trail would become a quagmire that sucked at their boots with each step they took.

They were well into the second hour of the trek when Sam stumbled. Col. O'Neill reached out to grab her arm just as Daniel tripped in front of her. As a result all three went down hard. The colonel wasn't hurt, but Daniel sprained his ankle and Sam pulled a muscle in her back. Fortunately, they were close to the Stargate and managed to limp through, with Teal'c supporting Daniel and the Colonel hovering near Sam's elbow.

Gen. Hammond took one look at them and sent them to the showers and the post mission medical checkup. They would debrief at 0900 tomorrow. As a result, Sam now stood in the shower, letting the hot water pour over her sore muscles. She would love to take her time but the guys were waiting their turn. So she quickly finished her shower deciding to complete the rest of her shower regimen at home.

Only Daniel and the colonel were waiting outside the locker room. Since Teal'c had not fallen in the mud, he went to the infirmary to be checked out by Dr. Fraiser. Sam gave them a smile as she headed upstairs for the medical checkup.

As she walked away, she heard Col. O'Neill grumble "Damn, Carter, did you leave any hot water for us?"

"Sir, I was only in the shower for 5 minutes."

"That was 2 minutes too long." And with that comment he stomped into the locker room, leaving Daniel looking at her with a shrug. The Colonel had been in a bad mood lately and it didn't appear to be changing anytime soon.

Sam headed up to the infirmary and was pleased that Janet released her with orders to use heat on the strained muscle and take Ibuprofen as needed. That fit her plans for a long hot shower perfectly.

At home, Sam began taking off her clothes as soon as she was inside her door. She could not wait to wash her hair and stand under a stream of hot water. She gathered her favorite soap, sugar scrub, and body butter. They had been birthday presents last year from the rest of the team. It was meant as a joke – the name was Valhalla. It reminded them of their favorite little gray alien, Thor, the Supreme Commander of the Asgard. However, Sam loved the patchouli scent and continued to purchase it from the little soap shop.

In the shower, she washed her hair and then lathered her body with the pleasantly scented soap. She stood under the hot spray of the shower to rinse her hair and body. It was also soothing to her sore muscles. Finally, she moved away from the relaxing spray and reached for the sugar scrub in preparation for shaving her legs.

Then she stopped. Why did she spend so much time ensuring her legs were smooth and soft? It's not as if the man she wanted to notice their softness would ever see her as anything other than a member of his team.

Sure there had been a little flirting. He said he liked women. And there was that comment about the hated blue dress. And how could she forget that hug when they thought Daniel had died. Then there was the incident in the ice cave with his side arm. She couldn't help but grin as she remembered that event, even though it wasn't much fun at the time. But in the last year or two those moments had become few and far between. It seemed as if he didn't see her as anything but one of the guys. Out in the field that was a good thing but she missed his sly glances and sexy smirks around the SGC. Sam didn't know what changed but something had.

Consequently, her dream of Col. O'Neill noticing her soft skin or silky legs was just about as likely as her blowing up a sun. So tonight she would skip all the skin softening regimens and go straight to bed.

As she reached to turn off the shower faucet, the shower door opened and there stood the man himself. Col. O'Neill was in her bathroom, barefoot, dressed in a black t-shirt and dark jeans. Before she could open her mouth, he had stepped into the shower pushing her back against the wall. His mouth came down on hers cutting off any chance of her speaking. His tongue was demanding entrance to her mouth. Damn, she knew that man could kiss.

When they finally broke for air, she opened her mouth to ask what he was doing there. But he put his finger on her mouth in a shushing motion. He then sat down on the shower bench. He reached down and lifted her right leg, placing her foot on the bench beside him. He looked her in the eyes, then lowered his head and began to kiss his way up her inner thigh as he ran his hand up her…...razor stubbled leg? WHAT?

Well, that was an abrupt ending to a wonderful daydream. Sam thought "This is what happens when you don't shave your legs". With that in mind, she picked up her sugar scrub to exfoliate in preparation for a close shave. When she finished, she stepped outside the shower and partially dried off. She applied the luxurious body butter all over her damp body paying special attention to her legs.

She vowed never to be caught with razor stubbled legs again. Who knows, one day her daydream could come true.