CHAPTER TWO
Previously: "OH SHIT!"
Jack didn't even move. Sam tried to quietly slip out of bed so as not to wake him. No such luck. He pulled her tighter to him and rubbed his face on her shoulder sighed softly and settled back down with a soft smile.
While being appalled at the situation she also thought he was adorable. Be that as it may she had to get to the bathroom, NOW!
"Sir," she said softly while trying to extradite herself. Nothing. "General," a little louder, finally, "JACK!"
"What?" He winced and screwed his eyes shut. "Jeez, Carter, did you have to yell?"
"Apparently."
"Huh?" He opened his eyes and looked at her confused.
"I have to go the bathroom."
"So, what's stopping you?"
Jack looked down to where his arm was draped over her. Then he leaped away like she was on fire, thereby falling off the side of the bed.
Sam took this opportunity to grab the sheet and make a hasty retreat to the bathroom. As she was crossing the room he said, "Carter you're naked!"
She stopped for a moment and turned a laser beam glare at him, "so are you!" She went into the bathroom and slammed the door. She sure had the "looks that could kill," down. Why couldn't she have used that on the Go'ould or better yet the Ori?
Jack look down at himself and sure enough he was naked. Dams, damn, damn, what in the Hell happened? He quickly jumped up, stopping for a moment to grab his head. Jesus, with any luck I'm going to die, hopefully before she comes out. He quickly grabbed a pair of pants that had obviously been thrown across the room. Looking around the room there were clothes tossed every where. This is SO not good.
In the bathroom Sam took care of her immediate need and splashed water on her face. When she was patting her face dry she glanced in the mirror and spotted a ring on her left hand. She stared at her hand in horror. No way, please tell me there is no way…Sam racked her brain, she got a few flashes of…kissing…and touching…TOUCHING! Holy shit!
In the bedroom Jack was sitting on the bed trying to remember also. He remembered soft skin that smelled wonderful and felt better and tasted…tasted, crap, and a breast, definitely a breast. It occurred that Carter…Sam was in the bathroom, naked! His little airman sprang to attention. He looked down in horror. She was SO going to kill him, and by God he deserved it.
Sam cracked open the bathroom door and said, "Umm, Sir?"
Jack's head snapped up and said, "Carter, SAM, under the circumstances I really REALLY need for you to call me Jack."
"Umm…Jack…umm…do you…umm…"
"Forcryinoutloud,would you spit it out already?"
"Doyouhavearingonyourlefthand?"
"Huh?"
She hit her head on the doorframe, "do you have a ring on your left hand?"
He looked at the crack in the door in confusion for a minute and when he finally processed what she said he looked down at his left hand. When it finally dawned on him what he was seeing he gaped at his own hand like it was holding a symbiote.
"Yeah, as a matter of fact I do. Do you?"
"Oh, boy!"
"I'm taking that as a yes?"
"Yes, S..Jack."
"S'Jack is that like a Jaffa name? Or maybe Vulcan?" Sometimes his mouth just ran and didn't engage his brain AT all.
Sam whipped open the door and stood there with the sheet gathered in front of her and glared at him. "This is not the time for your so called sense of humor!"
Jack thought he should probably be insulted but the only thing his brain was processing was Carter standing there in nothing but a sheet.
"WELL?"
He looked at her confused, "what?"
:"You are such a...such a guy!" Sam stomped over to what she recognized as her suitcase and got some clean clothes and headed back to the bathroom. "I'm going to take a shower! When I'm in there order some coffee." She slammed the door again.
A few seconds later she snatched it open again to glare at him, "this is all your fault!"
Jack sat glumly on the bed, there was no doubt in his mind that it was his fault.
