Summary:
Ficlet for Thanksgiving in which, Jack speaks to himself,
quite
frankly.
Time Frame: Right after Season 8's episode,
"Sacrifices" (where
Rya'c marries and Teal'c disagrees
with Ishta). I know the original
air date was earlier, I am just
fudging the timeline a little bit.
Notes: This sort of stands alone on it's own but I would try to read A Little Thanks first if I could.
Never tried reading it second. The POV is a little wonky, I hope I did it right. Sorry if it drives
you crazy.
Relationship:
Jack and Sam–UST & Angst
Rating: PG
A Little
Trip
By: Lynda Mayfield
November 26, 2004
Jack paced
his living room floor and threw the pillow he was holding
back
onto the sofa. He paced some more and picked it up again.
Nope,
this was not good. Nope. He should not be thinking about his
Lt.
Col., his engaged Lt. Col. whom he just hung up with.
Boss of
the base. Not CO anymore, but worse. Pretty much
everyone's CO.
Still off limits, Jack. Well, at least he had
called her. At least
he had said something. He didn't get that
frog in his throat like
when he first asked Kerry out. Kerry! What
would he tell her?
Of
course, he was just talking to Sam. Er, Carter. Sam Carter.
His
good friend and that's all. But is it all? Grrrr…
Like a
good angel and a bad devil, his conscience spoke to him. I
don't
want to be alone, I am going over there. Call her first. No,
don't
call her, just go because if you call her, she'll put you off
again,
you'll agree with her, lose your nerve, and not go. Just go,
Jack,
go. Take a little trip.
Jack drove to Carter's house without
further trepidation. He parked
in her drive when he saw there were
lights on. YES! With his
jacket straightened, he knocked on the
door.
The door opened and Sam said, "Sir, I, but we just
spoke on the
phone and –"
"Yes, Carter, you're
right, and you will. See me Monday, that is.
Can I come in?"
"Of course," she moved back.
He took a seat on one of the
stools at the kitchen island and she
joined him.
"So,
I guess you're just here to say, Happy Thanksgiving' in
person,
now?"
Oh, she's a smarty, that one. Jack gave her a
wiggle of his
eyebrows, stared at his hands and then said, "Do
you have any
cake?" WHAT? Cake? Gee, that was brilliant.
Okay, cake.
"I'm sorry, sir, I don't. I do have some ice cream."
"Moose tracks?"
"How'd you know?"
"Lucky guess." He gave her a smirk. NOT!
Since that time at the
barbecue when it was spotted in the
freezer, well, who would keep
anything in their freezer they
didn't like?
"Right." She got the ice cream out,
along with a bowl, scoop and
spoon and set it all before
him.
"Thanks, Carter." He dug in.
"So… you came over for ice cream?"
"Uhhh…
essentially…apparently… yes." Smooth, Jack, smooth. "And
to
see how your trip went. How was it?"
"Okay,
the ice cream you couldn't get over the phone, but the answer
to
that question, you could have. Admit it, sir."
"What? Admit what?"
"We all know."
Crap, she's on to me now, what to do? Lie! "Know what?
She peered
into his eyes, daring him to deny what she might say…
mixed with
a tinge of regret, perhaps? "Any time you don't have
weekend
or holiday plans, you have come to either my house or
Daniel's to
hang out. Or even staying late to visit with Teal'c on base.
It's
okay, we know you just want to be with
friends."
Safe!
Yet, why do I feel upset she didn't guess I just wanted to be
with
her? "I admit it. It's boring at my place, alone, quiet. I
like
to hang out with my friends."
Carter giggled. Mmm, he
liked that giggle. "Care to watch some TV,
sir?"
Only
one way to deal with that question. Funny. "Why, yes,
what's
on?"
"Please, you don't really want an answer. I'll get you the remote."
Yes, TV watching with Samantha Carter. See, no harm. "Cool."
Jack sat at
one end of the sofa, Sam at the other. Remote in hand,
he flicked
around, looking for comedy shows and passing the time,
safely,
with one of his junior officers. He'd only stay a couple
hours,
and then go home. And he'd see her Monday.
The End