NeverEnding 1/?
Title: Thrown Out
Author: Chozen Rogue
Rating: Teen (may change in later chapters); language, sexuality, character death
Characters: Jack/Sam; Team; Landry; Thor
Summary: What if Jack was on the Odyssey during the events of "Unending?"
Spoilers: Unending (Duh!); whole series, will specify if anything major comes up
Disclaimer: Stargate: SG-1 belongs to MGM, Double Secret Productions, and Gekko Films. I just took the characters out for a spin.
A/N: This fic does deal with the changes in time shown in the episode and does tell when the chapter takes place... And the next chapters will be a flashback!
A/N2: As with most people, I had some serious problems with the series finale, mainly centering around the fact that Jack O'Neill wasn't in it. So I decided to put him in this fic… Mostly in effect to drive Sam insane.

TWO WEEKS AFTER THE ORI ATTACK

Tap.

She willed her mind to focus back to the computer screen in front of her.

Tap.

They depended upon her to get them out of this mess that she had caused unknowingly.

Tap.

Her eyes closed involuntary as she winced.

Tap.

'Focus, Carter. There are more important matters.'

Tap.

That was it, one more infuriating sound and Sam knew she was going to snap. 'Just focus, dammit! It's not that bad, you dealt with more in basic training.'

Tap.

Oh God.

Tap.

"Will you stop that?!" She closed her eyes and quickly counted backwards from ten, "Sir."

When she opened them again, he was staring at her with the most innocent, wide-eyed look she had ever seen grace his still bandaged face. Not to mention the pencil that he had been toying with was dangling from his fingers over the table.

Her table.

The table that she was working on to find a way out of this hell she had created for her and her friends. The table he had taken over the second he had walked into lab an hour ago.

She felt her face heat up slightly when that damn smirk fell over his mouth, "Sorry 'bout that, Carter." He set down the pencil and leaned forward on his forearms, the scrapes and stitches that still lined his face becoming even more apparent as the harsh lighting coming from the table illuminated him from underneath. "Guess I'm just bored from being cooped up this long."

"Sorry that I can't help in that Sir, but would you mind…" He stared at her as she fumbled with the right way to kick her superior out of her lab. "Would you mind leaving me to my work, Sir?" At the slightly hurt expression that crossed over his face, she quickly added, "There are a lot of extensive equations to – "

Suddenly Jack's hands came up in a waving motion, "Stop, Carter! You lost me at 'extensive.'" She smiled lightly at him playing dumb. "I'll leave you and those equations alone for now. See you at dinner, Carter." He nodded to her and started out of the lab.

Sighing, Sam turned back to her notepad to continue her work in the now beautifuly silent lab.

Which was shattered only moments later by the sound of glass exploding.

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At the sound of glass breaking, Daniel came to a sudden stop a few feet from Sam's lab. Turning slowly, he heard mumbled yells and the door slid open to reveal a Jack O'Neill being unceremoniously thrown out and a fuming Sam Carter following in his wake.

"With all due respect, Sir, stay out!"

And with that, she left both men with their jaws on the floor standing there outside in the hall. After a few moments of stunned silence, Jack straightened and turned to start walking to wherever he would take up residence next. Daniel felt a moment of panic when Jack stopped at the sudden sight of him; just yesterday, Jack had been in his own lab keeping Daniel from his research on the Asgard database and tinkering with objects just as fragile as Sam's poor glass... Well, whatever had been broken by Jack's interest in it.

"Daniel."

"Jack."

An awkward silence filled the air between them until Daniel said, "So, Sam threw you out because you broke something?"

"Yeah."

"And how's that working out for you?" Jack looked up at him, his left brow, which still had butterfly stitches spread across it, rising in a questioning fashion. "The getting thrown out bit?"

"Not bad... You?"

Daniel was barely able to stop from grinning as he answered, "Good."

Jack nodded slowly, "Right."

"Right."

And with Daniel's response, the forlorn General dipped his head at his friend and past by him on his way to wherever it was he was heading to. A smile burst out onto the doctor's face as he spun around to watch Jack's dejected walk down the hall and then glanced back at the door to Sam's lab.

He was so going to win that bet with Vala.

- - I hope you enjoyed! The next chapter will be up on Friday, so look back then!