Purloined Encounters
Spoilers- every possible Jack/Sam moment up to S7
Disclaimer- Not mine, no money made, up to my eyeballs in university debt.
Note- This is set in late season 7 although the flashbacks will go through all the seasons.
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Chapter 1: The Beginning
Sam shoved the tip of her index nail into her mouth and began to chew viciously on it. Quickly the edges became ragged and she soon moved onto another finger.
"Carter, quit it." Jack had his elbows resting on the arms of the chair, his hands resting loosely in his lap as his head lolled against the headrest. Only the tensing of his muscles gave away his anxiety.
Sam tapped her fingers against the surface of the briefing room table. Her nails tapped rhythmically. Soon the tapping got faster, till the individual taps were indistinguishable.
"Carter."
Sam drew her fingers into her palms. "Sorry, sir. I just-" Sam sighed.
"I know, Carter. But, we haven't done anything wrong."
"Then why do I feel so guilty?" She asked quietly.
Jack studied her for a moment. "Because that's what they're trying to do."
"Hey, guys."
Sam jumped at Daniel's greeting. Teal'c followed the man in, nodding his head at his friends.
Daniel looked from her to Jack. "O-kay. Why do I get the feeling I missed something? They haven't run out of coffee, have they?"
Teal'c slid into the seat beside Sam. "I believe it is due to the current investigation, Daniel Jackson."
Daniel blinked. "What investigation?"
Sam looked at him wide-eyed. "You don't know? I thought everyone knew. The SF's have been whispering ever since I arrived."
"Know what?"
"Someone decided that Carter and I have been breaching the frat regs. We're being investigated."
Daniel frowned. "Who'd do such a thing?"
"I don't know, Doctor Jackson, but you can be damn sure I'm going to find out." General Hammond strode to the head of the table, waving at Sam and Jack to remain seated, and sat down.
He turned to Sam, a kind look on his round face. "How are you feeling, Sam?"
Sam managed a pathetic half grin. "Honestly, sir, I'd rather be fighting Jaffa."
Jack grunted in agreement.
General Hammond smiled and patted her on the arm. "I'm calling in some marks to try and find a few leads."
Jack smiled sardonically. "It's not as though the list of suspects is short. NID, any cells that have sprouted off of 'em, Kinsey, hell if I didn't know he was firmly ensconced on another planet I wouldn't put this past Maybourne."
"In the meantime I'm afraid you'll have to go along with this investigation. They're sending a JAG; in fact he should be here now."
"Terribly sorry to be tardy, General, but my plane was delayed." A tall man with thick blonde hair, decked in formal Air Force blues stood respectfully in the doorway. "Captain Alexander White at your service."
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Captain White leaned back into one of the briefing room chairs and studied the others in the room. "I can assure that JAG is taking these accusations very seriously. We intend to fully investigate this matter until we can get to the bottom of this. I assure I am completely unbiased in this matter."
Jack snorted.
Captain White chose to ignore him. "Unfortunately, General, I am required to interview some, if not all, of your men. Not to mention the two officers in question," he nodded at Sam and Jack, "and yourself."
Captain White flipped open a tan folder. "Major Carter, I believe you are currently in a relationship?"
Sam nodded. How the hell did they know that?
"I may also need to speak with your partner. Do you have a number at which I can contact him to make arrangements?"
"What, you don't have all his information in that file?" Daniel glared a challenge at the man.
Jack straightened in his chair. Daniel was getting snarky with the Captain. This could be good.
The corners of Captain White's mouth twitched before he could get them under control. "No." He cleared his throat. "General, I was told that you would have a room prepared for me?"
General Hammond nodded. "Airman, please take Captain White to the V.I.P. quarters. He'll want to freshen up before he begins his investigation."
The airman nodded. He stepped into the hall and waited for the Captain to follow him.
"Thank you, General. Colonel O'Neill, I'd like to begin our interview at 1300 hours. Please don't be late."
Jack smiled grimly. "Wouldn't dream of it."
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Daniel rounded a corner, his nose stuck in the file on the last planet SG-1 visited. He needed one of the devices that Sam had collected to study, they were covered in these strange markings that Daniel was now sure were not scratches but an early attempt at a written language.
Nose still stuck in the file, he entered her lab. "Sam, have you seen- Offp!"
Daniel tripped, landing on his hands and knees. His file flew from his hands, scattering pieces of paper all over Sam's lab.
"Sir!"
"Sorry, Carter, but Daniel should have been looking where he was going. What if there was a tiger here and he tripped over it?"
Daniel got to his feet. "Do you really think there would be a tiger in Cheyenne Mountain? All 20 something levels under ground?"
Jack shrugged, smirking at him. "It could happen. Stranger things have."
Daniel frowned. "Jack, what are you doing here?"
Jack scowled. "What? I can be here. I always visit Carter in her lab and just cause there's some bozo trying to pin some trumped up charge on us doesn't mean I'm gonna let it interfere with my schedule."
"Schedule?"
"Yep." Jack smiled proudly. "1200- bug Daniel, 1230- bug Teal'c, 1300- bug Carter, 1330- lunch, 1400- bug Hammond, 1500- cake."
Daniel rolled his eyes as Sam giggled. "Jack-"
"I am here, Daniel Jackson. I persuaded O'Neill that it would not be wise to arouse any more suspicion until the investigation has been completed." Teal'c stepped out a corner. For a large guy it was surprising how he could make himself unnoticeable.
Jack scuffed his boot against the floor. "Yeah, yeah. I still think it's all a load of hooey."
Teal'c placed his hands behind his back. "Nevertheless, O'Neill, it would behoove us all to loose one of you."
Sam smiled at him. "Thanks, Teal'c."
Daniel looked down at his watch. "Ah, Jack, aren't you meant to be meeting with Captain White right about now?"
Jack shrugged. "Yeah, but I'm gonna be late."
Sam sighed and placed her screwdriver on the workbench. "Sir, please just go along with this, would you? Just until General Hammond finds out who's behind this."
"Fine," Jack grumbled and got to his feet. "Well, morituri te salutant." Jack shoved his hands in his pockets and strolled casually out of the lab.
Daniel chuckled.
"What did he just say?"
"'We who are about to die salute you.' It was what the gladitors said to the Roman Emperor before they fought in the Colosseum." Daniel shook his head. "He's such a drama queen."
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Captain White sat in the empty interrogation room. His pen tapped a rapid tattoo on the table. Colonel O'Neill was late, very late.
The door to the room opened.
"Well, I see you the camera all set up." Jack gestured to the video camera set up to record the conversation.
Captain White stood. "You know that is standard procedure, Colonel. Now, if we could start the interview? Major Carter's interview has already been pushed back."
"Oh, I'm sorry, did I ruin your schedule?"
"Colonel, I wish you would believe that I am not here to be the villain. I merely wish to ensure that the regulations have been upheld. This will be a fair trial."
Jack slouched into a seat. "Uh huh, and the Goa'uld are just misunderstood."
Captain White gritted his teeth. "Very well. Shall we simply start?" He reached over and started the camera.
Captain White cleared his throat and opened a folder with a clean note pad. "Interview with Colonel O'Neill, 1325." He paused. "The first time you meet Major Carter was shortly after the Stargate had been reactivated, is that correct?"
"Yes."
"She was late to the briefing."
"They had to fly her in from the Pentagon."
"Would it be fair to say that the two of you did not 'hit it off'?"
"Carter was defensive."
"Defensive?"
Jack stared at Captain White. "You ever served with a female combat officer?"
Captain White coughed, somewhat uneasy with his own experiences being questioned. "Once."
"And she was prickly, right? Determined to prove she was as tough as the rest of the boys?"
He nodded reluctantly. "Unfortunately not everyone is as open minded and accepting as General Hammond."
"Carter knew that, she put up a tough front."
"And the offer to arm wrestle?"
"Same thing."
"Some might call that flirting."
Jack glared at him. "It wasn't."
Captain White shuffled through some of his prepared notes. "I believe there was a mission to a planet called… Chullak. You rescued several people who were to be killed by the Goa'uld after failing to rescue Doctor Jackson's wife."
Jack crossed his arms. "Yeah."
"I believe there was an incident with the refugees once they were housed in the complex?"
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Jack whistled a jaunty tune as he wandered the halls of the Cheyenne Mountain Complex. The complex was painted that uniform grey, it meant that any seasoned solider could simply slip into their routine with minimal fuss. It also meant that the scenery was boring but that was another kettle of fish altogether.
Jack traveled the already familiar halls, just glad to be out of the mind numbing meeting with General Hammond and Major Kissass, sorry, Samuels. Two hours of listening to Samuels drone on and on about the security threat the refugees represented. It was all Jack could do not to shove his fingers in his ears and start singing 'la la la.'
Jack scowled. That stupid ass Samuels. The way he was talking it sounded like he was actually admonishing them for rescuing these people from the Goa'uld. Thankfully, General Hammond was not the heartless man he attempted to project himself as when they first met. The refugees were to remain on earth until they could be returned to their homes or another safe planet and in between, well, if they so happened to say anything about the Goa'uld that could help them than the entire better.
And thus Jack was here. General Hammond had put him in charge of the refugees, more in order to finish the meeting than anything else.
Jack nodded at the SFs guarding the door to the commissary. The refugees were being held in temporary quarters until they could find a more appropriate place to house them, but the questioning had been move to the commissary. Most of the refugees were already scared witless and putting them in the integration room alone seemed to tip the scale.
With everyone in the commissary it was loud and crowded, but at least questions got answered.
Jack paused for a moment, watching as the people clothed in furs and feathers mingled with those in BDUs.
"Colonel O'Neill, sir! What are you doing here?"
Jack turned to see his blonde, scientist/solider 2IC behind him, clutching blank notepads. He raised an eyebrow. "I could ask the same of you, Captain Carter."
Carter edged past him and into the commissary. "The Pentagon is still trying to determine who would be the best suited to handling this… unique situation and the SFs were making the refugees nervous. General Hammond asked SG-2 and as well as myself to help question them, seeing as how we were the ones that saved them."
"Which would explain why Hammond just put me in charge."
"Colonel O'Neill." A tall, dark haired woman swept majestically across the room. "We are pleased you could join us." She bowed, her feathered headdress hitting Jack in the face.
Jack spluttered, spitting feathers out of his mouth and batted them out of his face. He smiled brightly at the woman as she straightened. "And so am I."
Jack cleared his throat and looked pointedly at Carter. He titled his head towards the woman.
Carter's brow wrinkled. What-? Oh. OH! "Colonel, I was just telling Tega that any information she and the others could give us would be helpful."
"You must understand, Colonel O'Neill, we are extremely grateful to your family for rescuing and sheltering us. But we do not know how we can be of assistance to a race so highly advanced, especially when some of us are more primitive than others." Tega sniffed disdainfully at the tall man clothed in dark furs his long black hair laying around his face in a tangled mess.
Jack held up his hands. "Whoa, wait a minute. Family?"
Tega gestured at the SFs and the members of SG-2. "Are these people not your kin?" She pointed at Captain Carter. "Is she not your mate?"
Jack and Carter shared a startled glace. Carter started to blush.
"No, these people are my friends, colleagues and other people that work here. Captain Carter is my second in command, I'm her boss."
Tega looked between them. "Then please, accept my apology. I hope that I did not offend either of you. I should not have made assumptions, after all our cultures vary dramatically."
Carter cleared her throat. "Perhaps we could continue the interview?"
Tega smiled at Jack and placed a hand on his arm. "I had hoped that Colonel O'Neill would conduct my interview."
"Ah, okay." Jack untangled himself and took one of the notepads from Carter. He gestured in front of him. "After you, ma'am." He hung back. "Captain, what are we asking them?"
Carter suppressed the urge to roll her eyes. This was going to be so much fun. She could just tell. "Their home planets, sir. Descriptions, any landmarks, possible gate co-ordinates."
"Ah, right, gotcha. Thanks, Captain."
"You're welcome, sir."
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"I believe that was not the only time you were mistaken for Colonel O'Neill's wife?"
Sam crossed her arms and rolled her eyes. "No, I will admit that it happens more often than I'd like, but, Captain, you have to consider the planets that we visit. Many are still living in conditions that we would classify as primitive or ancient. These societies are often patriarchal; the women of these cultures are rarely more than wives, healers or mothers. There have been a few societies where men and women share equal status, but to my knowledge we have only found one matriarchal society."
Captain White raised an eyebrow and quickly jotted something down in his folder. "Maybe I should be surprised that it doesn't happen more often," he said, with a twitch of the lips.
"It depends on the planet. I have mistaken for Colonel O'Neill's wife, his servant, his slave and, on one occasion, his child." Sam's lips twitched, the Colonel had not been happy to hear that. It took him months, and one whisper from her about how she definitely did not see him as a father figure, to stop the pouting.
Captain White raised a finger and started to speak.
Sam continued, not caring that she was interrupting him, "I have also been mistaken for Daniel's slave, his servant and his sister and Teal'c's prisoner and his slave. On P4C- 878 I pretended to be Teal'c's lover in order to infiltrate the building and gain reconnaissance in order to rescue him. " Sam took a deep breath. "You're free to check the other SG team's files, Captain, SG-1 are not the only team to have these problems."
Captain White put a finger to his lips. "But you do have to admit that they do tend to happen to SG-1 regularly, and in particular, to you and Colonel O'Neill."
Sam shrugged. "This isn't a soap opera, Captain. Colonel O'Neill and I are just trying to do our jobs."
"Of that I have no doubt, Major." Captain White seemed to debate with himself for a minute. "Major, do you mind if I ask you a question?"
Sam raised an eyebrow. He sure hadn't minded asking all those other questions without asking if she minded.
Captain White leaned forward. "Did Colonel O'Neill really push you through the Stargate on your first mission?"
Sam smiled. "Yeah. He thought it was funny."
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end chapter.
Okay, this is me asking you for help. Is there any season 1 (I'll get to the other seasons later) episode addition that you would like to see? It has to have a J/S slant, it's okay if it's just friendship at the moment.
Is there an episode that you think needs a good J/S moment?
Just let me know.