Title: Friendly Sparring.

Author: Roque872002

Rating: K+

Pairing: very early Jack/Sam

Season: 1.

Episode tags: The First Commandment.

Summary: She was angry. Very Angry.

Author's Notes: Some people asked for another chapter. This is what the muse came up with.

Friendly Sparring.

She was angry. Very angry.

He could feel her anger before he had even opened the door to the gym.

He smirked slightly at the people fleeing the gym in a hurry.

His mild tempered Captain had scared everyone from the room.

He opened the door to the gym and saw her jabbing the punching bag in the far corner. He could see that she wasn't wearing gloves and that her hands were red raw.

He walked over to her and held the bag in his hands. Her punches and kicks were making it swing so much she wasn't hitting it every time.

He could see the proverbial steam coming out of her ears.

"You do know you've scared everyone out of here, right?" he asked as he was pushed backwards as she landed a powerful kick to the bag.

"Then why are you here?" She asked as she twisted and kicked with her back leg. Her foot hit the bag with a loud bang.

"I don't scare easy. And you haven't given me a reason to fear you yet."

"Let's hope it stays that way then," she replied as she jabbed the bag with her fists, twisted, elbowed the bag hard, twisted again and kicked.

"And why is that? I need to know what you can do Carter. It's all part of the training."

"You won't like me when I'm angry. Apparently...," she looked around the room. "I'm pretty scary."

"I'm still here," he shrugged and let go of the bag. "C'mon. You need to move around. Have a moving target that can hit back. Let's go."

He walked to the middle of the mats and held up his fists defensively.

"Sir. I don't want to fight you. I just want to," she punched the bag again. "Punch the bag."

"Carter. Get over here and fight me. Pretend I'm the bag," he waited until she reluctantly walked over to him and balled her fists. "What did that bag ever do to you anyway?"

"Nothing," she said as she blocked a punch and jabbed him in the chest. Hard. "I was pretending it was someone else."

"So you do hate someone," he said as he dodged another punch and failed to kick her side.

"No. I just hate the situation."

He knew, of course, which situation she was on about. The Hanson Situation.

How someone as bright and beautiful as she was had ended up with someone like him, he would never know. He knew that he had been black ops and that a lot of men were affected by it. He knew that Hanson had been one of those men. He could see it in his eyes. The God complex.

He had witnessed first hand how Hanson had controlled her without even seeming to try. He had seen the self loathing in her eyes. He knew that she was now venting some of that anger.

"Kick it out," he told her as he blocked all of her kicks. Bar one. Her foot collided with his jaw sending him stumbling backwards.

"Colonel!" She gasped as she drew her foot back to the floor. "I am so sorry! Are you ok?"

"Yeah," he nodded through the pain. He felt tears build up in his eyes. "That's some kick you have there Carter!" he said as he rubbed his jaw.

"I'm sorry Colonel," she said again as she lowered her fists.

"Don't worry about it. I'll be fine," he waved her off and motioned for her to continue. "This is good. This is what I want to see. Now. Continue on."

"But-"

"Ah! No buts! I can take a kick to the face and come back for more. Continue."

"Sir-"

"Carter! Continue. On."

"I... I just... I don't..."

"Do I need to make you angry again Carter?"

"No Sir," she shook her head and raised her fists. He could tell the anger had almost vanished. Her eyes weren't as clouded over as what they had been when he had first entered the gym. "I just-"

"Do I need to control you Carter?" he asked as he jabbed her repeatedly in quick succession. He knew it would get her angry. He also knew it was a stupid thing to say. He just wanted to see how far he could push her.

He watched as the anger returned to her eyes with vengeance. He swallowed. He was big enough to admit that he was a little scared of that look in her eyes.

She attacked. Fast and effective. He blocked as much as he could through the blur of movements. Her fist connected with his jaw and a foot met his stomach making him double over in pain before his feet were swept out from under him.

Before he could blink he was flat on his back with his Second pinning him in place. She sat on his legs, held one wrist in one of her hands and held her other forearm over his throat. It didn't escape his notice that she wasn't being gentle about it either.

"Carter!" He chocked out. Her arm was steadily getting heavier on his throat. He saw the mad look in her eyes. Gone was the brilliant blue of her eyes. He watched as they progressively got darker with rage. "Carter!" He managed to choke out slightly louder.

In an instant the anger was gone and she was scrambling off of him.

"Colonel I am so sorry," she said as she stood at rest with her hands behind her back, her head down as she stared blindly at her feet. "I understand if you want to bring me up on charges."

"Now, Carter, why would I do that?" He asked. Her head snapped up and she opened her mouth to reply. He held up his hand. "We were sparring Carter. And I pushed you beyond your limit. There's no need for charges of any kind."

"Thank you Sir," she visibly relaxed.

"Just..." he started as he began to walk away from her and motioned for her to follow. "Remind me to never get on the wrong side of you again. Ok?"

"Ok," she smiled as she walked out of the gym.

"You're violent you know."

"So my brother always told me," she laughed.

"Yeah. Well. I know he's right. Beating up an old man!"

"You're not that old Colonel!"

"Hey! I've apparently taught you well these past few weeks. I'm proud of you. Take it."

"Thank you Sir," she smiled at him.

That damn smile again!