My original stories were derived from dribbles as a bit of fun between a few close fanatical friends some eight years or so ago and with the encouragement of several of my fan friends I decided to put them on the ff site. They were removed when my life became 'too busy'. It has taken several years of tweaking and recently a few more weeks to perfect the story so that it hopefully it appeals to a wider sci-fi audience. Enjoy! Stargate SG-1 and its characters are the property of MGM and this story is for entertainment purposes only. My story is based around the SG-1 characters and is intended to be taken lightheartedly "tongue in cheek" as they say. It begins around season 4 and features the original SG-1 team and a character that I introduced named Kate.

In my story Colonel O'Neill and his team member Lt. Samantha Carter had just finished a spell of leave from the military Air force base at Cheyenne Mountain and were due back this morning.

Chapter 1:

Brief Encounter

Jack had just arrived at Sam's for breakfast. Apparently he'd got a bit bored of fruit loops and was fancying something different for a change.

Jack sat down and politely waited for her to finish in the kitchen. The smell of overcooked oatmeal wafted across to the table.

"Uh oh, Sam's cooking again, dare I eat this!" he uttered under his breath.

Jack caught a glimpse of Sam's mobile phone near her place mat, a caller apparently still connected. In a slightly raised voice he bellowed into the kitchen.

"I can take this call for you if you like!" he offered. Sam brought the bowls in from the kitchen and placed them on the table.

"It's OK, I'm all done!" she said picking up the phone and putting it to her ear. "Damn it, they hung up."

Putting down the phone she then placed the larger of the two portions on the table mat in front of Jack.

"'Must have been something important for them to ring this early in the morning." He suggested woefully eyeing the mass of gooey oatmeal placed before him.

"It was a call from England actually," answered Sam.

Jack raised his eyebrows, "Explains the time! Go on…" he beckoned curiously waiting for her to continue.

"It was some English law firm regarding a claim for compensation," she answered as she took her place in the chair opposite him "They're trying to trace some Colonel in the US Military" Sam tucked into her breakfast leaving Jack slightly on edge and bewildered.

He was just about to take a spoon to his oatmeal when she added. "Apparently a Colonel and a group of cadets did some damage to a cabin up in Scotland…said that all they'd got on him was a note signed Jack."

Jack raised his eyebrows and his jaw dropped "Really!" trying not to appear too shocked.

"I told them they'd obviously got the wrong Jack," said Carter, fervently tucking into the porridge. "Are you eating that?" she said raising a pointed finger at the untouched bowl of oatmeal before him and glancing at her watch.

"We really should be getting off soon, we've no idea how the traffics going to be on the way in. I'll get my coat!" she added as she got up from the table.

"Right!" agreed Jack and tensing his shoulders he plunged his spoon into the oatmeal and put a spoonful in his mouth.

"Sam really should stick to the science stuff" he thought as he rolled the barely warm and slightly smoky tasting oatmeal around in his mouth and swallowed hard.

Jack stood up tucked his chair back under the table. "You get yourself off back to the base," he hollered "I'm going AWOL for a few more days."

Sam returned open mouthed and coat in hand "Surely it wasn't that bad" she thought, eyeing his bowl of oatmeal.

…

As you may have already guessed Jack hadindeed caused some damage to the cabin up in the Scottish Highlands, and although it was only a brief encounter with its occupant he remembered the day with much clarity.

He was up in the highlands, training some new recruits enjoying the challenging terrain of the Scottish mountains and he relished in pushing his cadets as far as they could go. After a mile long trek up to the summit of one of the peaks, he and his group came upon a cabin that looked deserted and they decided to use it for one of their training exercises. They rested up for several minutes taking some light refreshment as Jack went through some of the tactics.

"Remember cadets, stealth is the key when approaching any unknown situation, now let's get to it" he added waving them off.

As he and the cadets drew closer, Jack thought he got a whiff of freshly made bread. "Wishful thinking, " he said quickly dismissing it from his thoughts.

…

Unbeknown to Jack, the cabin in question wasn't deserted and belonged to a lady named Kate. Away from the hustle and bustle of the city Kate spent many weeks of the summer there, she loved nothing better than to be at one with nature, washing her pots in the nearby stream, grinding her home grown wheat to make flour.

It had been a warm start to the year and this summer was no exception. Kate had been busy outdoors and had also baked several small loaves that she'd just got out of the oven when she began to feel a little faint from the heat. She would have normally just gone straight down to the lake to bathe but she thought it much safer to bring in the old tin bath that she kept outside for the animals.

Kate had part filled the bath with cool water that she'd got earlier from the nearby stream and had just climbed into it and closed her eyes.

All of a sudden there was a loud crash as the cabin door burst open and flew off its worn hinges with broken bits of wood flying everywhere, followed by a bunch of young cadets all in uniform and brandishing their weapons.

Kate screamed and tried to cover herself water splashing everywhere. She grabbed a small shotgun she'd placed on the stool next to her bath and shaking frantically she aimed it at the cadets. On hearing her screams their commanding officer dashed into the cabin.

He immediately raised his hands and stopped in his tracks skidding on the debris. "Woah!" he yelled then smiling awkwardly at Kate he waved a little wave for the cadets to lower their weapons and motioned them towards the doorway.

"There seems to have been a little misunderstanding here," he said addressing Kate and carefully putting his own weapon on the floor. "There's no need to be alarmed, believe it or not we're friendlies," he added slightly embarrassed.

He turned to the cadets who also seemed slightly embarrassed and dumbstruck. "Come on, OUT of here!" he ordered and they quickly stumbled over the shattered remnants on the floor and out of the doorway.

He looked around at the mess and crunched his way to the back of a chair where he picked up a towel and clambered over to Kate still with his arms raised. Still in a state of shock and shaking, Kate was a little reluctant to let go of her weapon.

"Here, I'll take that" ….he said, his voice gritty but reassuring as he reached out his hand.

As she handed him the shotgun their eyes met. His eyes were warm and the deepest chocolate brown Kate had ever seen and then suddenly realising she was naked she felt utterly embarrassed once again.

…

Jack remembered handing her the towel and was so taken aback by the whole situation that he hardly new what to say. Here half way up a mountain in a quaint log cabin, in a tin bath was a strange and beautiful creature he could only liken to a mermaid he'd recently seen in some Disney movie. As he took the gun from her he was entranced by her large azure eyes, and her vividly coloured red hair and the way the water trickled from it onto her perfectly pale but flushed skin. He remembered how she timidly took the towel from him and quickly tried to cover herself, then held out her hand to his so he could help her out of the tub. He complied without hesitation, her hand was soft and as he reached to support her by grasping her other arm and he couldn't help but feel slightly aroused. He held on to her as she stepped out of the tub, when all of a sudden she went limp and folded into his arms.