Chapter 9: Under the Influence
By sasha713
Kissing Jack shouldn't feel so...impressive. She knew it. But, she couldn't quite bring herself to stop doing it despite the gnawing feeling that they could both be potentially under some kind of unnatural influence. There was a jittery feeling in her stomach for one, and she felt dazed and unsure of what had transpired beforehand.
She had kissed plenty of guys in her time. Some of them had been exceptional at it as well...but this...
It kind of defied reason.
It was everything a kiss should be.
He pulled back and she realised that maybe she was under the influence.
His influence.
By amaradangeli
"I've been told to either put up or shut up. Apparently I've been giving you a pretty hard time."
She glanced at him warily. "The drug has us all pretty out of sorts, sir."
He twisted his hat in his hands. "But I have been making it more difficult on you?"
"Well, I'm not really sure what to think when you say… the things you've been saying. And being affected myself…"
"I have been kinda on edge."
"Yeah. Me too."
"I'll just keep my distance, Carter. 'Til this blows over."
"That is shutting up. Or…
"Put up?"
"Yes, please."
By XFchemist
"DanielJackson, you owe me $50"
"They are again under an alien influence? This is…what…the seventh time this year?"
"It is the eighth time. You owe me $400 in total, and I suggest that we separate them before things get hotter," Teal'c replied moving towards his two teammates who were making out near the campfire.
It's not cheating, he contemplated, if during peaceful missions like this one he merely suggests to the local leader that his two friends need something to weaken their inhibitions. All the sexual tension between MajorCarter and ColonelO'Neill is unhealthy both for them and the team. The fact that he gets money from DanielJackson is just a bonus.
Yes, he thought, sometimes a touch of alien influence is just a blessing.
By hlndncr
Jack knew he was a goner the first time he gazed into her dazzling blue eyes. They sparkled with intelligence, defiance, and just a touch of mischief.
He had no idea what thoughts she could be thinking in that beautiful head of hers, but he could listen to her babble all day.
Her soft pale skin and silky blond hair held endless fascination for him. He could never resist a gentle caress or light sniff whenever she was near.
Yes, Jack had been under the influence of Grace Carter O'Neill from the moment she was born.
Like mother, like daughter.
Jack wouldn't want it any other way.
By Cairistiona
'Daniel, who could I ask best about alien influence?' Jack asked while sitting down at the table with his tray. 'I mean, I want to know how I notice if something or someone is under alien influence?'
'Ask Sam.'
'Not in this case.'
'Are you suspecting that something is wrong with her?'
'Not actually with her, but I mean, look at this, there must be something in it, or why should someone be so avid for something looking so weird,' replied Jack, pointing at the blue jello.
By A. Karswyll
Sam sat on the gurney across from Jack and kicked her feet. Doctor Janet was a meanie: she wanted to play! Her adult brain cringed but the rest—under the influence of K1D-386's incense—didn't care.
"Pst, Sam," Jack hissed. "Wanna play?"
"We're not supposed to get off the beds," Sam pouted.
Jack deflated, then perked up. "That's okay. Lets shadowbox!"
"Oo, you're smart Jack," Sam beamed.
Checking there were no watchers—Daniel didn't count—they kicked at each other's shadows and quickly degraded into giggling shrieks.
"What are you doing?"
They looked at the meanie doctor and chorused: "Nothing!"
By selene0789
Jack O'Neill never claimed to be a saint. He drank. He reveled. But he stayed away from the hard stuff. Drugs were never his thing. He'd always been able to say no.
That was before he met her.
He tolerated her at first, sensing potential. Then he came to trust her, and she him. With that trust came science jokes and bright grins.
Slowly, he began to need it. He went out of his way to get his fix, every smile of hers its own high.
He knew he shouldn't. It could only end in disaster.
He didn't care.
He was hooked.
By fems
Jack sat back on Daniel's sofa, watching the 'new' SG-1 interacting over pizza and beer. They were no longer his team or Carter's, now Mitchell officially was the team leader and Vala had recently been accepted as the fifth member.
"What about you, Jack?"
"My favorite alien influence, Daniel?" He smirked, his eyes finding Carter's. "Oh, I don't know. Probably P3X-797 or P3X-595…"
She flushed and by now he knew exactly how far down that went. "Oh, those designations you remember!"
"Those weren't mentioned in the mission reports – and I read them all!" Mitchell commented as the other guys laughed.
