TITLE: Slip Of Hand
AUTHOR: Vid Z.
PAIRING: Jack/Sam
WARNINGS: Fluff, Romance, Humor
SPOILERS: Broca Divide
TIMELINE: a few weeks after the Broca Divide
WARNINGS: fluff
DISCLAIMER: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc of the TV show Stargate SG-1 are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author of this fic. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
SUMMARY: What a slip of hand can do.
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Sam was truly puzzled as to why everyone in the control room was looking at her funnily.
"What!?" she exclaimed.
Nothing.
Not. A. Peep.
The staring continued.
She was getting pissed off.
Someone was going to pay dearly.
But they were still looking at her as if she'd grown a second head.
She quickly checked to make sure that she hadn't.
Nothing. Nada. Zip. Zilch. Nichts. Nishta. Nich.
Scratch the second head idea.
Then Harriman approached her slowly, as if she was a dangerous animal, ready to strike at any moment.
He had legitimate concerns, however, as Sam was 'this' close to hitting him due to her frustration.
While still out of reach he extended a shaking hand with a clipboard towards her.
She took it and he quickly snatched his hand back and retreated to a safe distance.
Sam sent a glare at everyone present, growling lowly for added effect, and checked the clipboard. It was the check-list that she'd signed just a minute ago.
Nothing weird.
Oh.
Wait.
There at the end.
Something was slightly different. Not wrong. Just different.
Oh!
Now she got it.
Her face flamed dark crimson at the words standing there.
Captain Samantha O'Neill. With two L's.
Huh.
Well, that explained the question why everyone was looking at her like that.
She just wanted the ground to open up and swallow her.
Then she sensed him enter the room and her spine stiffened.
Ever since the locker room incident a couple of weeks ago her body's chemistry was completely out of whack. Not in a bad way, though.
Definitely not.
She could just sense him whenever he entered the room she was in and could sense his mood. She knew he felt the same. Somehow their exhange of bodily fluids in the locker room, which unfortunately was just an exchange of saliva and thus DNA and nothing more, had left them imprinted on each other's brain waves.
Many animal species as well as the ancestors of homo sapiens sapiens mated for life. This didn't bother her, however, since, after all, she loved Jack. And having this kind of connection with the man she loved was admittedly quite nice.
She was also sure that Fraiser and Mackenzie would've had a field day with their condition, but her and Jack's silent agreement was that they wouldn't tell them. Mackenzie was their enemy No. 1 and Fraiser was still too much of an unknown variable. No matter what the Doc had done for them the fact was that they barely knew the woman.
She knew he was looking around inquiringly and knew when he noticed who they were all looking at.
His strong footfalls sounded as he walked towards her and stopped when he came to a halt just behind her.
She could feel his breath ruffle the hair on the back of her neck and the heat of his body against her back and she shivered.
Jack leaned over her shoulder and quickly looked over the clipboard.
Then he leaned back and was silent, blocking off her probing of his mood. They had both learned that in order to give themselves and each other some privacy.
"Huh..." he grunted.
Sam looked at him over her shoulder and raised her eyebrows incredulously.
Slowly a smirk took control of his face and he asked her.
"Want to make it real?"
She just smiled and the answer was clear in her eyes, shining with love and happiness.
THE END