Title - Someone to watch over me.
Summery - There's a new man in Sam's life, and it isn't Jack. But will Sam be able to juggle her work, her love and her best friend without tipping the balance?
Rating - PG
Disclaimer - Stargate Sg-1 one is owned by people other then me, and I make NO money outta this. unless of course someone 'wants' to pay me. *g*
A/N - To my dearest, faithful readers. It's about one thirty in the morning and I think I've completely lost it. This story however has been a LONG time in the making as while not yet being finished, is well on it's way. You need to bare with me though, I know it starts out horribly, but I 'promise' you it'll get good. I swear, I won't kill anybody this time! Oh, and this is written in POV, both Sam and Jack's. It hopefully shouldn't be too hard to follow, I've left a name at the top so you know who is who. Not my usual style of writing so go easy on me 'k? It hasn't been beta'd.. I'm too impatient to wait for my Beta to get back to me, so forgive me for spelling/grammar mistakes. I wanna dedicate it though (cause dedications are so fun) to a bunch of people who will probably never read this, and who you guys'll never know. But I don't care! It's for the lovely girls at aa.com, who mean everything to me.
Feedback - Common, this is getting so OLD. Rules are simple. No feedback, no fic. Overstand? :P
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:Sam:
"Retire?" I stared at my superior officer with disbelieve written all over my face, and I was in too much shock to mask it, "Sir, are you sure?"
Colonel Jack O'Neill, former CO and best friend, leant back in his chair, "Common Carter, I was meant to retire five and a half years ago." He shrugged, "And with this new guy in and them taking me off active duty, there's nothing for me to do anymore."
I nearly choked. He was deliberately trying to make himself seem less important then he was. He'd been doing it ever since the new General had arrived. Jack had stepped down from active duty with a considerable amount of pride left intact shortly after Hammond had retired, presuming he would ultimately assume command of the SGC. But then the top brass had sent a General with a sympathetic ear to the NID over, and Jack had begun to talk about wanting out. He'd even tried to go back on missions, but no matter how high he went, there was always a door closing in his face. Almost as if the Air Force wanted him out as quickly, and as quietly, as possible. But I couldn't let him leave with out a fight. "We need you here." I told him earnestly, "We wouldn't be standing here right now if it wasn't for you. Besides, who's gonna keep me inline?"
"I'm sure Earth will survive without me." He grinned, then his eyes locked with mine, "Besides," his contact broke quickly and he went back to being engrossed with his fingers, "I'm not disappearing off the planet. We'll see each other around." He looked back up at me, suddenly concerned, "Right?"
I smiled at him, provoking on of his own in response, "Ya sure ya betcha."
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It was two weeks later when I saw him again, standing on his porch with my wrist bound tightly and a not-quite-healed gash running from the bottom of my left cheek to half way down my throat. We had until my hand healed off on downtime, and there's was nothing I wanted to do but see Jack. Wrapped up in three layers of clothing against the wind that was blowing and the snow that threatened to fall, I knocked on his door.
Jack opened it like he'd been standing right beside it, waiting for me. "What the hell happened?" He asking, his eyes falling across my face, then down to my arm. He ushered me inside.
"Oh you know. The usual." I said tiredly, "Goa'ulds. Staff weapons. Zat guns." I practically fell onto Jack's couch and continued talking while he disappeared into the kitchen, "We were ambushed. I don't even know how they knew we were there. Daniel got beat up pretty bad, and Hailey got her fist taste of a Zat gun."
Jack let out a small chuckle at the thought of the newest edition to SG-1, then came back into the lounge room, pressing a mug of hot coffee into my hand before sitting next to me, "Everyone alright?"
I nodded, "Nothing serious. I have to get back to the base sometime tomorrow, but I couldn't stand that place, not with the NID nosing around. There is only so much of them you can take. Besides," I looked up at him, "I was wondering how you were doing."
"Oh great." Jack said sarcastically, "The highlight of my day is getting the mail."
I smiled and he offered one of his own in response, "Sorry to just drop in.." I started, but he cut me off.
"Don't want to hear it Carter." He stood up, "I was just about to make dinner. You want?"
I nodded, grateful I didn't have to think at that very moment. I was bone weary, and I started to wonder how Jack managed to command for so many years without burning out. After dinner and a couple of drinks, we moved into the lounge room and I fell back onto his couch, tucking my legs up under me. Jack moved to sit on the easy chair, then changed his mind and sat down next to me, shuffling over so his legs were pretty much squashing my feet. I smiled, shifting over so I could lean against his chest, pushing my feet up against the armrest. Jack's hand fell to my shoulder, and gave it a tight squeeze before reaching for the remote to turn the tv on. Then he fell back into the comfortable position and I snuggled back up next to him. We stayed like that, watching the late night movie, and the only time he moved was to get more beer bottles from the fridge.
A few hours later, my eyes drifted towards the clock "Woah. It's late. I should get going."
Jack, craning his neck to look at me with his deep brown eyes, "Carter, your in no position to drive home." He motioned to the empty beer bottles sitting on his coffee table, "Why don't you go crash in my room? I'll stay here on the couch."
"You sure?"
"Yeah, why not?" Jack stretched out on the too small couch and shrugged.
I nodded, moving into his room and snuggling into the warm blankets, listening to the wind howling outside, and wondering how Jack was going deal out on the cold lounge room. It really wasn't fair, leaving him out there. I stood up, moving back into the lounge room where Jack was trying unsuccessfully to get comfortable. I waited until he noticed me before speaking, "Why don't you use your bed sir?" I waited for recognition to pass his face before continuing, "It's way too cold to for you to stay out here. And it's not like we haven't slept in the same bed before."
Jack stood staring at me, and I shrugged, moving back into this bedroom. He could follow me or not, but at least now I had given him the option. I snuggled back into the blanket, watching the doorway and getting that sinking suspicion that he wasn't coming. Which didn't make much sense. There was absolutely nothing wrong with.
Then, suddenly, there he was, slipping quietly across the floor before pushing the covers back and getting lightly in to the bed. He grinned at me, and I smiled back at him before relaxing back against the pillows, turning to face my back to him and resting my hand under my head. Without preamble, Jack moved closer to me and wrapped a hand around my waist, pulling me against him.
"It's cold Major." He whispered.
I laughed, my hand finding his and I squeezed it before entwining our fingers, "Can I trust you?"
There was a pause, then his lips moved next to my ear and he whispered, barely audible, "With your life."
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:Jack:
She was moving. Before I was even fully awake, I knew Carter was leaving. She was inching out of my arms, trying not to wake me. I don't know why she bothered. She couldn't even get out of her tent on the other side of a clearing without me knowing. Damned military training had me up at the slightest movement that didn't belong. And the woman that had spent the night at my side trying to leave with out telling me was defiantly wrong. I waited until she'd gotten off the bed before speaking. "Escaping?" I asked lazily, not bothering to open my eyes.
The movement I could hear stopped, and opening my eyes I found her standing at the foot of my bed, looking at me with something close to a smile on her lips, "Actually sir, I was going to grab some coffee."
"Ah." I responded, sitting up, "Infamous caffeine. Mind if I join you?"
Carter, who had just turned to walk out of the room, stopped and look back at me, "This, uh, is your house colonel." She reminded me gently.
I winced at the obvious, and nodded, "That it is." I got up and followed her into to kitchen, moving past her to start the coffee machine. After the coffee at the base, I liked to enjoy something that at least resembled coffee beans when I was home. "So, Carter. What you got planned for today?"
Carter curled up into a chair in the dining room, and I leaned against the bench watching her, "Actually sir, I need to get back to the base. Janet was pretty explicate in her 'no longer then 24 hour absence'."
I laughed in understanding, "Napoleonic power-monger that woman."
Carter flashed me one of her 100-watt smiles and we drunk our coffee's in silence. I watched her over the rim of my coffee cup, thinking how lucky I was to have her as a friend. Not only a friend, but my best friend, someone I could give my life to, and trust that she'd give it back to me in working order. She was such a rare woman, so intelligent and undeniably beautiful, and I was gifted with her trust and respect. I couldn't ask for more.
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:Sam:
"Where have you been?"
I winced walking into the infirmary. Janet was not a happy camper this morning. "I tried calling you for most of the night!"
"I'm fine Janet. I didn't need checking up on." I told her, moving up to sit on the hard hospital bed.
"Where were you?" She demanded, and I sighed.
"With the Colonel."
Her pause caused me too look up. I couldn't believe the shock I saw. "All night?" she asked.
"Yes." I looked at her a moment, before swatting her shoulder with a grin, "It wasn't even like that. I had a few to drink and he didn't want me driving home."
"You sure nothing happened?" She teased.
"He's my friend Janet!" I protested, then looked at the floor, "Besides... I'm seeing someone."
There was another pause from Janet, and I looked up at her again. If she was shocked before, she was about to pass out now. She was staring at me, unable to find her voice to speak, and I started to get a little irritated. "Is that so hard to believe?"
"No!" Janet's response was immediate, and she smiled at me, "Sam... it was just a shock. Why didn't you say anything?"
I shrugged. I really didn't have an answer for her. My private life was exactly that, private and mine, and I had been trying to avoid the shocked looks from people if they knew. It was no secret to me that I didn't have much of a social life, and it didn't bother me. What bothered me was everyone else deciding I needed one.
"Does Jack know?"
I found the question odd. It wouldn't matter if he did or not. We weren't involved, as I'd just taken pains to explain, and I didn't see Jack in that way. We were friends, close friends, but friends just the same. I'd trust my life with this man, but I could never picture us in bed. It just wasn't like that. "Yeah he does."
"What did he say?"
I shot Janet a confused look, then sighed and answered her anyway, "He's happy for me. I really like this man Janet. He's English, a physics teacher. Kind and funny, extremely romantic."
Janet smiled, "And does this man have a name?"
"Guy. We met at a conference almost a year ago, and have been seeing each other on and off since. I haven't had so much time, but he understands." I looked at Janet earnestly, "He understands Janet, and doesn't ask questions when I disappear for days on end."
"He sounds nice Sam, he really does. A question though. Does Guy know you spent last night at the Colonels?"
I paused. Guy didn't know. I'd never told him about Jack, about my relationship with my former CO. Not that I had anything to defend, but I knew men. I knew if he found out it would be taken the wrong way, and I could loose him. Suddenly my stomach lurched. Loose Guy. That thought was almost as traumatizing as the thought of loosing Jack. "I will." I said softly, "I'll tell him everything."
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Summery - There's a new man in Sam's life, and it isn't Jack. But will Sam be able to juggle her work, her love and her best friend without tipping the balance?
Rating - PG
Disclaimer - Stargate Sg-1 one is owned by people other then me, and I make NO money outta this. unless of course someone 'wants' to pay me. *g*
A/N - To my dearest, faithful readers. It's about one thirty in the morning and I think I've completely lost it. This story however has been a LONG time in the making as while not yet being finished, is well on it's way. You need to bare with me though, I know it starts out horribly, but I 'promise' you it'll get good. I swear, I won't kill anybody this time! Oh, and this is written in POV, both Sam and Jack's. It hopefully shouldn't be too hard to follow, I've left a name at the top so you know who is who. Not my usual style of writing so go easy on me 'k? It hasn't been beta'd.. I'm too impatient to wait for my Beta to get back to me, so forgive me for spelling/grammar mistakes. I wanna dedicate it though (cause dedications are so fun) to a bunch of people who will probably never read this, and who you guys'll never know. But I don't care! It's for the lovely girls at aa.com, who mean everything to me.
Feedback - Common, this is getting so OLD. Rules are simple. No feedback, no fic. Overstand? :P
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:Sam:
"Retire?" I stared at my superior officer with disbelieve written all over my face, and I was in too much shock to mask it, "Sir, are you sure?"
Colonel Jack O'Neill, former CO and best friend, leant back in his chair, "Common Carter, I was meant to retire five and a half years ago." He shrugged, "And with this new guy in and them taking me off active duty, there's nothing for me to do anymore."
I nearly choked. He was deliberately trying to make himself seem less important then he was. He'd been doing it ever since the new General had arrived. Jack had stepped down from active duty with a considerable amount of pride left intact shortly after Hammond had retired, presuming he would ultimately assume command of the SGC. But then the top brass had sent a General with a sympathetic ear to the NID over, and Jack had begun to talk about wanting out. He'd even tried to go back on missions, but no matter how high he went, there was always a door closing in his face. Almost as if the Air Force wanted him out as quickly, and as quietly, as possible. But I couldn't let him leave with out a fight. "We need you here." I told him earnestly, "We wouldn't be standing here right now if it wasn't for you. Besides, who's gonna keep me inline?"
"I'm sure Earth will survive without me." He grinned, then his eyes locked with mine, "Besides," his contact broke quickly and he went back to being engrossed with his fingers, "I'm not disappearing off the planet. We'll see each other around." He looked back up at me, suddenly concerned, "Right?"
I smiled at him, provoking on of his own in response, "Ya sure ya betcha."
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It was two weeks later when I saw him again, standing on his porch with my wrist bound tightly and a not-quite-healed gash running from the bottom of my left cheek to half way down my throat. We had until my hand healed off on downtime, and there's was nothing I wanted to do but see Jack. Wrapped up in three layers of clothing against the wind that was blowing and the snow that threatened to fall, I knocked on his door.
Jack opened it like he'd been standing right beside it, waiting for me. "What the hell happened?" He asking, his eyes falling across my face, then down to my arm. He ushered me inside.
"Oh you know. The usual." I said tiredly, "Goa'ulds. Staff weapons. Zat guns." I practically fell onto Jack's couch and continued talking while he disappeared into the kitchen, "We were ambushed. I don't even know how they knew we were there. Daniel got beat up pretty bad, and Hailey got her fist taste of a Zat gun."
Jack let out a small chuckle at the thought of the newest edition to SG-1, then came back into the lounge room, pressing a mug of hot coffee into my hand before sitting next to me, "Everyone alright?"
I nodded, "Nothing serious. I have to get back to the base sometime tomorrow, but I couldn't stand that place, not with the NID nosing around. There is only so much of them you can take. Besides," I looked up at him, "I was wondering how you were doing."
"Oh great." Jack said sarcastically, "The highlight of my day is getting the mail."
I smiled and he offered one of his own in response, "Sorry to just drop in.." I started, but he cut me off.
"Don't want to hear it Carter." He stood up, "I was just about to make dinner. You want?"
I nodded, grateful I didn't have to think at that very moment. I was bone weary, and I started to wonder how Jack managed to command for so many years without burning out. After dinner and a couple of drinks, we moved into the lounge room and I fell back onto his couch, tucking my legs up under me. Jack moved to sit on the easy chair, then changed his mind and sat down next to me, shuffling over so his legs were pretty much squashing my feet. I smiled, shifting over so I could lean against his chest, pushing my feet up against the armrest. Jack's hand fell to my shoulder, and gave it a tight squeeze before reaching for the remote to turn the tv on. Then he fell back into the comfortable position and I snuggled back up next to him. We stayed like that, watching the late night movie, and the only time he moved was to get more beer bottles from the fridge.
A few hours later, my eyes drifted towards the clock "Woah. It's late. I should get going."
Jack, craning his neck to look at me with his deep brown eyes, "Carter, your in no position to drive home." He motioned to the empty beer bottles sitting on his coffee table, "Why don't you go crash in my room? I'll stay here on the couch."
"You sure?"
"Yeah, why not?" Jack stretched out on the too small couch and shrugged.
I nodded, moving into his room and snuggling into the warm blankets, listening to the wind howling outside, and wondering how Jack was going deal out on the cold lounge room. It really wasn't fair, leaving him out there. I stood up, moving back into the lounge room where Jack was trying unsuccessfully to get comfortable. I waited until he noticed me before speaking, "Why don't you use your bed sir?" I waited for recognition to pass his face before continuing, "It's way too cold to for you to stay out here. And it's not like we haven't slept in the same bed before."
Jack stood staring at me, and I shrugged, moving back into this bedroom. He could follow me or not, but at least now I had given him the option. I snuggled back into the blanket, watching the doorway and getting that sinking suspicion that he wasn't coming. Which didn't make much sense. There was absolutely nothing wrong with.
Then, suddenly, there he was, slipping quietly across the floor before pushing the covers back and getting lightly in to the bed. He grinned at me, and I smiled back at him before relaxing back against the pillows, turning to face my back to him and resting my hand under my head. Without preamble, Jack moved closer to me and wrapped a hand around my waist, pulling me against him.
"It's cold Major." He whispered.
I laughed, my hand finding his and I squeezed it before entwining our fingers, "Can I trust you?"
There was a pause, then his lips moved next to my ear and he whispered, barely audible, "With your life."
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:Jack:
She was moving. Before I was even fully awake, I knew Carter was leaving. She was inching out of my arms, trying not to wake me. I don't know why she bothered. She couldn't even get out of her tent on the other side of a clearing without me knowing. Damned military training had me up at the slightest movement that didn't belong. And the woman that had spent the night at my side trying to leave with out telling me was defiantly wrong. I waited until she'd gotten off the bed before speaking. "Escaping?" I asked lazily, not bothering to open my eyes.
The movement I could hear stopped, and opening my eyes I found her standing at the foot of my bed, looking at me with something close to a smile on her lips, "Actually sir, I was going to grab some coffee."
"Ah." I responded, sitting up, "Infamous caffeine. Mind if I join you?"
Carter, who had just turned to walk out of the room, stopped and look back at me, "This, uh, is your house colonel." She reminded me gently.
I winced at the obvious, and nodded, "That it is." I got up and followed her into to kitchen, moving past her to start the coffee machine. After the coffee at the base, I liked to enjoy something that at least resembled coffee beans when I was home. "So, Carter. What you got planned for today?"
Carter curled up into a chair in the dining room, and I leaned against the bench watching her, "Actually sir, I need to get back to the base. Janet was pretty explicate in her 'no longer then 24 hour absence'."
I laughed in understanding, "Napoleonic power-monger that woman."
Carter flashed me one of her 100-watt smiles and we drunk our coffee's in silence. I watched her over the rim of my coffee cup, thinking how lucky I was to have her as a friend. Not only a friend, but my best friend, someone I could give my life to, and trust that she'd give it back to me in working order. She was such a rare woman, so intelligent and undeniably beautiful, and I was gifted with her trust and respect. I couldn't ask for more.
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:Sam:
"Where have you been?"
I winced walking into the infirmary. Janet was not a happy camper this morning. "I tried calling you for most of the night!"
"I'm fine Janet. I didn't need checking up on." I told her, moving up to sit on the hard hospital bed.
"Where were you?" She demanded, and I sighed.
"With the Colonel."
Her pause caused me too look up. I couldn't believe the shock I saw. "All night?" she asked.
"Yes." I looked at her a moment, before swatting her shoulder with a grin, "It wasn't even like that. I had a few to drink and he didn't want me driving home."
"You sure nothing happened?" She teased.
"He's my friend Janet!" I protested, then looked at the floor, "Besides... I'm seeing someone."
There was another pause from Janet, and I looked up at her again. If she was shocked before, she was about to pass out now. She was staring at me, unable to find her voice to speak, and I started to get a little irritated. "Is that so hard to believe?"
"No!" Janet's response was immediate, and she smiled at me, "Sam... it was just a shock. Why didn't you say anything?"
I shrugged. I really didn't have an answer for her. My private life was exactly that, private and mine, and I had been trying to avoid the shocked looks from people if they knew. It was no secret to me that I didn't have much of a social life, and it didn't bother me. What bothered me was everyone else deciding I needed one.
"Does Jack know?"
I found the question odd. It wouldn't matter if he did or not. We weren't involved, as I'd just taken pains to explain, and I didn't see Jack in that way. We were friends, close friends, but friends just the same. I'd trust my life with this man, but I could never picture us in bed. It just wasn't like that. "Yeah he does."
"What did he say?"
I shot Janet a confused look, then sighed and answered her anyway, "He's happy for me. I really like this man Janet. He's English, a physics teacher. Kind and funny, extremely romantic."
Janet smiled, "And does this man have a name?"
"Guy. We met at a conference almost a year ago, and have been seeing each other on and off since. I haven't had so much time, but he understands." I looked at Janet earnestly, "He understands Janet, and doesn't ask questions when I disappear for days on end."
"He sounds nice Sam, he really does. A question though. Does Guy know you spent last night at the Colonels?"
I paused. Guy didn't know. I'd never told him about Jack, about my relationship with my former CO. Not that I had anything to defend, but I knew men. I knew if he found out it would be taken the wrong way, and I could loose him. Suddenly my stomach lurched. Loose Guy. That thought was almost as traumatizing as the thought of loosing Jack. "I will." I said softly, "I'll tell him everything."
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