Cliff Simon Factoid: Cliff was executive producer for Into The Unknown.
Gratuitous shower sex
JACK
Carter did marry me. I still don't know what she sees in me, but I'm the luckiest damn bastard on this planet, and any other planet I've been to. I have a beautiful son, and a very hot wife. I never imagined my life would turn out this way after Charlie. I know he is looking down on us and he'd approve.
The three of us went to the county clerk's office the following Monday after she said yes when I serenaded her in Jacob's room. We just signed the legal paperwork for marriage. No ceremony. No pomp and circumstance. We walked out of the clerks' office as husband and wife. Jacob slept through the whole thing.
I don't even have a ring for her. She told me she couldn't wear it at work anyways. But I saw her eyes when she said that. I can read her better than she can read herself. I will do what is right by her. She deserves it all.
Carter didn't want a fancy ceremony. Her dad was out and about again, so he would not have been able to attend a formal wedding. He did give me his blessing to marry her. Even Slemak approved. We both called Mark later that evening after we got married to tell him.
My family? That's a whole different story. She will meet them at some point. But just from talking on the phone, they already love Carter.
SG-1 continues to be sent out on missions. Matta has proven to be an incredible asset. Ceti knows a lot about biology and genetics. It seems Ceti is about five hundred years old, or so, and has seen a lot in that time. I haven't had a lot of time to talk with Ceti, but he is growing on me.
Even though it has been almost a year since she went missing, it is still strange to not have Carter on our team. We have worked out a system where one of us is always home with Jacob. We hired a nanny, too. And of course Janet, Cassie, and others at the SGC help out when we need it. It's been wonderful for our family. Family. Little Jacob and Carter are my family. Some days it just hits me harder than others.
Carter is back to work now. Jacob is almost three months old. SG-1 and I have to go off-world. We're going back to Schrodinger to see how things are going. The science people have a meeting with Daniel. They do love their monoliths and inscriptions.
Carter continues to develop the plan for the new base, just as she said she would all those months before. We got a good base of operations going, but she will make it better. She is going to go to Schrodinger for about six months as its first official base commander. This will be awesome experience for her, and no doubt will help in her future promotion. But, dammit. I'm going to miss her.
SAM
I went back to work when Jacob was two months old. Soon after I returned to work, Jack and SG-1 went back to P-whatever. Schrodinger 1. Now I really sound like him. I smile when I think of how much my life has melded into his. So much for my love of binary extrapolations.
In addition to Daniel meeting with the science team again, I ask that the Schrodinger team check on permanent things we can bring from Earth to make it sustainable for us Earthlings to live there for extended periods of time. I will be traveling to Schrodinger for about six months as its first official commander.
If I'm going to be there for six months, you better believe I want some creature comforts. Oh and showers. They found showers in the palace!
I did marry him. I married Jack the Monday after he serenaded me in Jacob's bedroom. Nothing fancy. My dad wasn't able to be here, so we went to the country clerk's office with Jacob and signed the legal documents. So it is done. I am the wife of Colonel Jack O'Neill. I am happy. I feel complete with him and Jacob.
We did file our marriage license with the personnel office. I changed my beneficiary paperwork from my brother to Jack. I was already Jack's beneficiary, so he didn't have to change anything. We added Jacob as our dependent. I'm not changing my name.
I have had so many changes happen in the few weeks that I have been home. I need some time to breathe, but there is so much to do.
I'll be heading out to Schrodinger soon. The teams that have been there have made a lot of progress on the storms. They figured out how to turn the electrical storm off. They have been working on getting mining production done on the moon. That part hasn't been easy.
It would be so much easier with a larger ship. Even an Al'kesh would be better than my Tel'tak. My Tel'tak. I still call it mine.
Hopefully as we mine the naquadah on the moon, we can build our own ships. If we can have a larger capacity ship on Schrodinger, we can mine more, which leads to building more starships, or improving technology on Earth overall.
The teams have been loading the Tel'tak with the naquadah, then going back to Schrodinger and ringing the naquadah down. Then it has to be loaded into large crates on wheels. Then the crates are sent through the Stargate. It's very labor intensive. There has to be a better way.
As we are getting ready to leave for the night, Jack and I were summoned into Hammond's office. I have no idea what is going on. Jack comes to my lab to get me, and we go down to see Hammond. Jack knocks on the door.
"Come on in. Sit, please," he says.
Hammond stares at me for a moment. He glances at Jack before dropping his eyes to his hands on his desk. He gathers his thoughts before looking directly at Jack again.
"Jack, it seems that bringing in the new doctor to work on genetics has paid off. We got his report before he left for Atlantis. He thinks he has uncovered something new, and it is quite prevalent in you."
He glances at me. His face is full of questions. I guess I have questions, too.
JACK
"OK. I give. What is it?" I ask.
"Doctor Beckett has identified a genetic marker, some sort of protein or enzyme in human DNA that seems to interact with the skin, nervous system, and the brain."
Carter reaches her hand over and touches my forearm, which is resting on the arm of the chair I am sitting in. Her eyes get wider, and she is going over things in her mind.
"He has not identified this marker in a lot of people. But," and he pauses.
Carter immediately looks up at him waiting for more. He looks at her before he looks at me.
"But what, sir?" I have to ask. Hammond looks at me again before he speaks.
"Jack, you have the strongest marker so far of anyone he has identified."
"Oh my god," Sam said.
Hammond and I both look at her.
SAM
"Jacob," I whisper. "Wait a minute. Jacob," I whisper again. I turn and stare directly at my husband, without taking my hand off of his arm.
"What?" he asks softly.
"So, wait, hear me out," I can hear my own wheels spinning, "if you have this marker, this gene, chances are that you have passed some of that genetic material on to Jacob."
Jack turns his head to Hammond before turning back to me. Now both of them are staring at me like I'm crazy. I continue on explaining.
"So it probably wasn't me at all that you felt when I was missing. You were feeling Jacob. You sensed our son. He was who you were hanging on to and believing it was me that was alive."
Jack just stares at me. We are all silent for a moment.
"C'mon, I'm not some sort of magical wizard or something, capable of sensing others with this genetic marker light years away? Am I? How? Me? I mean, why?" he asks.
"I don't know, maybe Doctor Beckett knows more. But this is incredible. Who knows the implications of this. Now that we have found Atlantis, and when we reestablish communication with them, this could open up a whole new section of medicine and science. I mean we could," and Hammond has to cut me off.
"Major Carter. It is very exciting. For now, why don't the two of you go home. You are leaving the day after tomorrow for a while. Spend time with your family," Hammond says.
Jack and I both stand up. We thank Hammond and shake his hand before we leave his office. We walk to the elevator and let the doors shut before either of us says anything. I look at Jack.
"I am so proud of you right now," he says.
"Well, you are lucky I don't have this elevator stopped and your pants down. As soon as Jacob goes to sleep, I plan to ride you to," and then I stop talking, and stare at Jack's collar.
"Yes, ride me, keep going. Carter? Hello!" Jack says.
"...skin, nervous system, and the brain," I whisper.
"Um, Carter. What a way to kill a buzz here."
"No, I'm sorry. Um, the report said skin, nervous system, and the brain. I need you to think. When you were having sex with me that first time, what were you thinking? What was going through your mind?"
"I'm a guy. What do you think I was thinking?" he says, trying to lighten this conversation.
I smile at him and watch him waggle his eyebrows at me. At least I can still make him laugh.
"Humor me," I say.
"How am I supposed to remember that? That's like over a year ago."
"Just try, please. Try to remember what was going through your mind, your thoughts, especially when you were touching me when you were making love to me."
"Well, I wanted to make love to you. I almost needed to have sex with you by that point in time. It had built up for far too long. I wanted to show you how much you mean to me. I wanted to have a baby with you. Aw, crap," he says, then we both stop and stare at each other.
"I wanted to have a baby with you. I did. I do. We have. Carter, you know I love Jacob," he added quickly. I give him a small smile before technical Carter starts back up.
"So if this gene can be activated by touch or by thought, you could have unknowingly healed my body, either in the moment or permanently, which enabled me to have Jacob in the first place. We need to make sure Beckett gets this information. I can check to see if we have heard anything from Pegasus when we get back to work tomorrow," I say as the elevator door opens on level three.
"So, what does that have to do with riding Jack tonight?" he asks quietly, trying to break me out of my technical technobabble.
"Nothing," I say quietly, "or everything. We will just have to be careful until we figure this out."
"And by careful you mean, cover up, or not inside?" he asks in a whisper, gently pulling on my arm to stop me from walking so fast.
"Yes. I'm sorry. But, that is exactly what I mean. We just need to be careful when your gun goes off," I say, smiling at him. Then I reassure him.
"Oh, don't worry. The Colonel will be coming out to play tonight."
"Oh fun, you gave him a name. I like where this is heading," he says, walking faster towards the door.
"But when I get a promotion, does he?" he asks, laughing, which makes me giggle.
He has told me more than one time what my giggles do to him. Even halfway frozen, my giggles still excite him.
We almost ran down to the truck in the parking lot. On the way home, we talk about the scientists who found a way to shut off the weather device. It was in the throne room in the palace this whole time. The palace was built to withstand those storms. We also talk about Jacob, and how he's moving arms and legs and being more aware of what is going on around him. But really, I just want to get home and get my husband naked.
We pull into the driveway and I practically vault out of the car to the front door. Jack gets our stuff out of the car and follows behind me. I head straight for the nanny and pick up Jacob. The nanny is standing, just smiling. I see Jacob staring back at her, and I watch him as he tries to recognize me.
"Hi, baby, it's mama. I'm here," I say, holding him tight.
I kiss his cheeks and head. I turn to Jack and I can tell my eyes are already starting to gloss over. I'm leaving my baby behind for six months. What kind of mother am I?
I thank our nanny, and Jack walks her to the door. I take Jacob to his room and I get him out of his diaper. I take him to his bathroom and give him a quick bath before rediapering him and setting him down for bed. I grab a baby monitor and take it into our bedroom.
Jack is already in the shower. This gives me all sorts of ideas. I strip out of my clothes and I join him. I grab him from behind and I hold him back against my chest. I make sure he can feel my breasts slide over him. My hands are wet with water, and slide over his naked skin along his front. All of his front.
JACK
She'll be gone for six months. I feel like I just got her back from being missing. Now she's going out and about again. I knew this day would come. Her career will skyrocket. I know it will. That means we'll have these periods of time of not being together. But tonight, I have her. And she is naked in my arms.
She turns around and reaches up for the shower head, and points it more to the floor of the shower than between us. She leans her back into my chest, and rubs her ass into my Colonel. My hands naturally move to her beautiful breasts. I gently pinch her nipples. I hear her moan as she leans her head back into my shoulder.
I drop my lips to her neck. I run my tongue and lips along her wet neck and shoulder. She lets me play with her for a little while. One hand on her breast, one hand dropping down between her legs.
She spins around and captures my mouth, and I hear her mewl into me. She reaches down and puts her hand around me, and strokes me until the Colonel is at full mast.
"I need you," she whispers, putting her mouth back on my lips.
She backs up, gently pulling me with her, until she is leaning against the shower wall. She looks at me as she lifts a leg up and around me. She puts one of my hands on her thigh, indicating for me to hold the leg up. She puts her hand between us, and guides me to her entrance.
"I need you now," she says quietly, looking me straight in the eyes.
Christ I love it when she gets this way. There is nothing quite like a horny and ready Carter.
I start to press into her, not taking my eyes off of her. This is why she wanted the water off of our bodies. We have no lube in the shower. I may want to change that in the future.
I put my other arm against the wall behind her to give me balance. I thrust up inside of her, and I watch her slide down onto me. I watch myself going in and out of her. Her words come out in single form. I love reducing Carter to monosyllables.
"Jesus," "Jack," "Harder," "Please," "Fuck," she begs. Her face contorts into total wanton pleasure.
So I give it to her as hard as I can in the shower. It's not real fast, but it's deep, and I guess hard. I don't want to slip. Tonight I feel like I can go for a while. I hear our skin slap together with each upward thrust. I watch her breasts bounce between us. She reaches down between us again, and she starts to rub herself. Her other hand goes to the wall beside her to give her the balance she needs.
"Oh. OK. OK. All the way in. Stop, stop, stop, shit," she looks up at me and her hand is still massaging herself, and I am fully inside of her.
She lets out a noise I've never heard from her before. She just came, and I watch her body convulse in front of me. She bites her bottom lip and looks at me. She makes another noise that I want to hear for the rest of my life as she continues to massage herself. This is the hottest thing I think I have ever done with a woman. I am deep inside my wife, and she just jilled herself off with me still hard inside of her. And she let me watch. I'd do anything for this woman.
The next thing I know her hand is around the back of my head and she is kissing me wildly. I'm still holding the wall and still holding her leg up around me. I start to rock in and out of her again.
I feel her breasts move against my chest. I feel her hand run down me and grab some of my chest hair before she pulls back again. I'm still very much inside of her and I'm very horny and I really want to come. But after what we learned about this protein gene thing in me, I know I can't let go inside of her.
She looks at me and licks her lips. Her fingers grip my hip tight. I'm moving slowly now.
"You are so fucking hot," I whisper to her, looking at her eyes.
"Fuck me, Jack," she purrs, and runs her hand up the side of my body and behind my head again and hangs on to my shoulder.
I wrap one arm around her lower back and pull her tight. I use whatever leg strength I have left and I fuck my wife hard in the shower. She is wild tonight, and I'm not complaining. After a few minutes, I feel the pull.
"Sam, I'm going to," and the next thing I know is she is on her knees and I'm in her mouth.
She wraps her hand around me, and pulls me in her mouth. She pumps me a few times as I watch myself go in and out of her mouth. Jesus fucking...
She grabs both of my ass cheeks in her hands, and moves my hips back and forth as she moves my cock in and out of her mouth. She looks up with me inside her mouth and I swear I almost come from just the look in her eyes. I am not going to last long like this.
She keeps one hand on my ass, and uses the other to run up between my legs, and gently moves my balls so she can put them in her mouth too. She continues to stroke me as she licks my balls. I have no idea how much time has passed. I'm holding myself up by the sides of the shower walls.
"Shit, Sam. Close," I stutter out.
She puts me back in her mouth. Her mouth is warm, and her hand strokes me. I watch myself go in and out of her mouth again.
"Now," I say. I'm sure I make some sort of noise besides letting her know I am ready.
She pulls me in her mouth as far as I go, and I feel her hold me in as she swallows it all down.
My eyes shut, and I am grabbed by the sensations happening below. She milks me as she gently massages my ass, then moves her hands down the backs of my legs, before moving her hands back up to my cock. She takes me out of her mouth, and slowly stands up. She wraps her arms around me, and holds me. I wrap my arms all the way around her and we just hold each other.
When I'm able to function again, I look at her. Her eyes sparkle. We both just stand and stare into each other's eyes. I cup her face with my hand, and I lean in to kiss her. She runs her tongue in my mouth like she is trying to trace me and memorize me.
"I love you," she whispers to me.
"I love you, too," I whisper back. "I don't know what that was. Are you OK?" I ask.
"I am leaving our baby behind for six months. Am I a horrible mother? I don't know if I'm OK," she tells me softly. Her hands run up my arms and around my shoulders. She holds on to me.
"Listen to me. You are a wonderful mother. Military women do this all the time. I can't say it will be easy. It was hard when I had to leave Charlie behind. But then you come home and reconnect again. We'll be fine. He will be in good hands while you are gone," I tell her.
I feel her hold me tighter. I let her do what she needs to do. Cry or not cry. Yell or not yell. If I know my wife, she's processing all of this.
She kisses me again and touches my face so reverently, that you would not have believed how crazy she was just moments before. This woman never ceases to amaze me. I look her deep in her eyes.
"Better?" I ask.
She nods her head, sort of smiles, and looks down at my chest and runs her fingers through my hair.
"Well, please feel free to do that more often," I tell her.
"OK," she whispers to me. She gives me a small smile, and bites her lower lip again. She is so fucking hot.
I look at her with that papa bear intensity I have had since she was pregnant with Jacob.
"I love you, Sam. We will be fine," I whisper.
My arms are still around her. I can still feel her against my skin. She is beautiful. She is mine.
I reserve her first name for moments like this. Moments that are shared only between the two of us. I don't use her first name often because she's always been Carter to me. But when we are able to lay ourselves bare before each other, in every way, she is my Sam.
"I love you, too. Thank you," she says quietly.
"Always," I tell her, running my fingers through her hair. "But, the water is getting cold. Let me wash you and let's get out and warm up," I say.
Something has again changed between us. I think we've somehow grown closer, and it's not about the sex. Opening up about family is important to me. Jacob is our responsibility, and she has to know he will be fine while she is away. I will always care for her and Jacob.
We get out of the shower and dry off. I throw on a clean set of boxers, and Carter puts on a cute pair of pajama shorts and a tank top.
We're exhausted, but we both walk into Jacob's room together to check on him. He's still asleep, and I wrap my arm around my wife and kiss the top of her head as we watch our boy sleep for a few minutes. I run my hand down her arm, and take her hand in mine. I walk her back to our bed.
We both lay down for the night. I wrap my body around hers, and I hold her. She tells me she loves me again, and thanks me for taking care of Jacob while she's away. My family is everything to me. I am the happiest and luckiest man in the worlds.
"Jilled off" is a slang term for the female version of jacking off. Rather poetic his name is Jack.