Title: Seven Days, The Epilogue
Author: dcChic
Email: dietcokechic@hotmail.com
Category: J/S, Humor, Recovery
Spoilers: Only my story so far. (The Mis-Adventures of Jack and Sam)
Season: 4th Season
Summary: Jack and Sam and Daniel's recovery from last week's events.
Author's Notes: I think this is my favorite chapter to date. It's pretty funny but if you are not a fan of UST you might not want to read any further. Still PG-13 no matter how much I want these two to get it on. Please review and let me know what you think!
Chapter 5
Samantha Carter awoke at 0500 determined to get herself into a shower. She had been badgering Janet all week about allowing her a real, honest-to-god shower and Janet had promised she could take one soon. Well soon was going to be today! Janet had left around 1900 last night and Sam knew she wouldn't be back until after she had gotten Cassie off to school. Due to a minor emergency off world, most of the SGC medical staff was otherwise occupied which left Major Sam Carter free to break a couple rules.
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**knock knock knock**
Daniel Jackson cursed in three different languages as he hauled his sleep- deprived body towards the door. Couldn't Jack wait until a more decent hour?! Stupid military…
**knock knock knock**
"Coming Jack." Daniel mumbled putting on his glasses. He opened the door to find an uncharacteristically nervous Jack O'Neill smiling sheepishly back at him.
"Hey Daniel. Brought you some of the Blue Mountain stuff you like." Jack said passing over a steaming 20 oz cup emitting a most wonderful aroma.
"You sure know the way to an archaeologists' heart Jack." Daniel said taking the cup and stepping aside so Jack could enter. It was damn cold out.
"I know it's early Danny, but if our plan is going to work, we need to catch everyone before they're wide awake."
"But shouldn't I be awake Jack?"
"Come on, go get dressed. We're leaving in 15."
"Aye, aye Colonel." Daniel said giving Jack a sloppy salute.
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Sam felt a little guilty pulling out her IV, but Janet had said she was going to take it out later today anyhow… Seeing as the IV was on her right arm, it was a little harder than she had expected. *Damn. I'm going to have a nasty bruise later.*
Carefully, using the bed rails for assistance, Sam pulled herself upright and over to the edge of the bed. Her stomach muscles screamed painfully at her but Sam was determined to get clean. Perhaps if Harrison Ford (circa Empire Strikes Back) had been her nurse it would have been different, but being sponged down by female friends was rather awkward and a tad bit humiliating. The first week or so Sam hadn't been in much of a state to complain, but now she was aware of everything that was going on and was determined to have a solo bathing experience.
Once upright Sam walked over to the footlocker across the room and pulled out the bag with a set of spare clothes and toiletries. Cassie had actually been the one to bring them over to her last week. Sam knew better than to attempt to dress in button fly jeans and a pull over shirt, but thought a change of sweats and a button down flannel shirt should be easy to do. Smiling she headed out the door towards the locker room.
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Daniel was awfully glad Jack was driving, he was pretty certain he'd have driven them into a ditch by now. A storm from was moving into the region and the forecasters were predicting 6 inches of snow by this afternoon. The roads were slick with black ice. Jack drove with skill and ease as if the conditions were nothing. Must be all the time spent in Minnesota during his formative years.
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Sam couldn't help but grin as she turned on the water and stepped under the luke warm spray. As much as she would have loved a hot shower, Sam had decided to follow the majority of Janet's instructions and kept the water a little warmer than tepid. This of course made the shower a little cooler than she would have liked, but ah! A shower! As Sam tipped her head back to get her hair wet she realized that she had forgotten to take her pain meds prior to leaving the infirmary. This wasn't going to be the most comfortable of showers.
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"Jack! Where are you going?!" Daniel whispered as Jack veered to right. "The infirmary is this way."
"Danny, why are you whispering?" Jack asked in a normal voice.
"Because we're being sneaky! And sneaky people always whisper." Jack rolled his eyes.
"Tell Sam I'll be there in a few minutes, I just gotta get something from my locker."
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"Shit!" Sam cursed as the soap ran into her eyes. Washing her lower body had been a piece of cake. It was much slower going than usual, but she had successfully washed and rinsed both legs and most of her body up to her hips. She wasn't going to touch her abdomen. Some of the stitches had dissolved while others glared up at her in glistening black rows. She shuddered every time she ran her fingers lightly across the wound. The arms had been a little more difficult and her back damn near impossible but Sam had successfully been able to pour the shampoo onto her head. It was the washing of the hair part that was proving problematic. As Sam reached up to lather her hair, she pulled the stitches on her torso taut and her stomach muscles screamed at her to stop. Sam had doubled over to catch her breath and totally forgotten the glob of shampoo slowly moving across her head. That is until it had begun to drip down her forehead and into her eyes.
"God dammit!"
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Jack froze in front of his locker. Shit! That was a woman's voice! He knew three teams were off world and no one was scheduled for a de-briefing this morning. He never even looked to see if the sign had been flipped over to indicate a woman was present. Time for him to leave.
"Dammit." This time the voice was soft and sounded close to crying.
"Um, you ok in there?" Jack yelled from behind the security of the wall of lockers.
Silence.
"I forgot to check the sign. Sorry about that. I'll be leaving now."
"Sir?"
Ah man! That was Carter!
"Carter?" Jack yelled taking a step forward but stopping well before the shower stalls began.
"Fancy meeting you here Sir." Sam said in an attempt at humor. Jack could hear she was in pain.
"Carter, what are you doing here?"
"If I have to explain showering to you Sir then I think I understand why you don't go out much."
"Sam!"
"Sorry." Sam was silent for a few moments as she attempted once again to lather her hair. "Dammit!" Sam felt like crying. Not only did it hurt but she just couldn't seem to reach the top of her head.
"Carter, are you all right?"
"No." Sam said angrily sinking to her knees under the luke warm spray. The water efficiently rinsed the shampoo from her head without really washing her hair.
"No?" Now Jack was worried.
"Sir, do you still have one of Daniel's handkerchiefs?
"Yeah." Ok, it was official. Jack was confused.
"I need your help Sir and there is no way in hell you are rounding that corner without your eyes covered."
"I could close my eyes." Jack offered.
Sam scoffed and then grimaced in pain. "Right. I'm certain you wouldn't look at all."
"I wouldn't!" Jack said haughtily. "I'm an officer and a gentleman."
"Sir, I trust that you would honestly try to keep your eyes shut, but all the same, I think it would be better for both our sakes if you had them covered."
Jack went to his locker and pulled out the dark blue cloth. What could he say? She was right. He walked towards the showers and turned around as he stepped into the stall area. With his back facing Sam he tied the handkerchief securely around his eyes and slowly turned back around. He took a step forward and could feel small droplets of water around him.
"What'cha need help with Carter?" *Oh god, please don't be with washing your body. I'm just a guy Sam.*
Sam wanted to laugh. A blindfolded Colonel was going to help wash her hair. A blindfolded Colonel who had already seen her naked several times in the last month and one she wouldn't mind seeing naked herself… *Stop it Samantha!*
"Sir, I need help washing my hair."
Even blindfolded, Sam could see the way the Colonel raised his eyebrows in question. "Sam, don't the nurses help you with that? I do remember a few sponge baths during my ever so lovely stay here last week."
"Yes Sir, they do. But I wanted to take a real shower. I haven't felt clean since we got back and really, really.." Sam couldn't help it; she began to cry.
"Ah Sam, don't cry." Jack said awkwardly trying to pat her shoulder and only touching air. "I'll help you, just tell me what you want me to do."
"Sorry for the waterworks Sir." Sam said sniffling as she carefully reached down and grabbed the shampoo bottle.
"No apology necessary Carter. I know how tough this has been on you. On both of us actually." Silence filled the steamy bathroom for several long seconds as both pondered Jack's words. Sam smiled as she gently shook her head at their situation. What a pair they made!
"I need for you to follow my instructions perfectly, ok Sir?"
"OK, but nothing kinky, all right?"
Sam laughed. "Oh, all right. Sir, I need you to take two small steps forward and hold out your hand."
Jack did so and soon felt a small puddle of shampoo being poured into his hand. He could also feel water all around him and cursed silently at not removing his shoes.
"Now Sir I need you to raise your arm so it's level with the top of your head."
Once Jack's hand was raised Sam took a step forward and positioned herself under Jack's hand. As Jack stood there patiently, Sam questioned whether this was a wise move. Probably not. She really should turn around, but it would be easier to direct him if she could see him.
Jack nearly jumped at the closeness of Sam's voice as she instructed him to lower his hand towards her head. He knew she was facing him and his eyelids actually itched knowing she was a bare and wet and only inches away from him. Breathing deeply he lowered his hand until it touched Sam's head and carefully added his second hand to assist.
Silently he lathered her hair and tried not to think about how incredibly erotic this whole thing was.
Silently she stood there as her hair was gently lathered and tried not to think how incredibly erotic this whole thing was. God, it felt good to have a man wash her hair again. How long had it been? Sighing contentedly Sam closed her eyes. (To keep the soap out of course) Minutes passed as Jack thoroughly, gently and intimately massaged her scalp and lathered even the small hairs on the back of her neck. His fingers tenderly brushed suds away from her ears and Jack resisted the temptation to play with her lobes. Suddenly he laughed breaking the erotic atmosphere.
"Sir?" Sam asked opening her eyes.
"Sorry Carter." Jack said with a smile still massaging her head. "I was thinking about Ferengis and their ear lobe fetish." Sam couldn't help but laugh as well. She reached up and stilled Jack's hands.
"I'm going to rinse Sir." Jack took a step back. "Ok."
Sam stood under the water and carefully moved her head back and forth until she felt all the suds were gone. She couldn't quite reach her hands up to check but felt confident that most of it was out. Time for conditioner.
"Same idea Sir, only this time it's conditioner."
"I'm a pro at this now!" Jack joked.
Jack efficiently smoothed the conditioner into Sam's hair and tried not to breathe in too deeply. Damn if that stuff didn't smell good.
"That should be it Sir. I can rinse it out on my own in a few minutes."
Jack nodded. He knew he should take a step back and turn around but it was hard to do so. He knew what he wanted to ask but also knew how inappropriate it would be. No. Sam might not be able to reach the top of her back, but there was no way in hell he could convince ANYONE (including himself) that he was just being helpful. Nope. It was time to go.
"Sure Sam. See you in the infirmary when you're done?"
"Sounds good. Then you can tell me what you're doing here. Not only is it quite early, but I'm pretty certain you're still on medical leave."
"Actually Danny and I have come to spring you outta here for the day. We'll tell you all about it after you.. uh, finish up." Yep, it was official. Jack felt like an ass.
"Sir if you could see me now, you'd witness a gigantic smile. I would love to leave the SGC, even if it would only be for the day."
"Sam, if I could see you now, I'm pretty certain I'd be the one with the big-ass smile."
"I'm going to rinse now Sir." Sam said smiling as she turned around and put her head under the shower.
"I'm outta here." Jack said turning around himself and taking a few steps forward. He cursed as he walked into the wall and took a smaller step to his right. Resisting the urge to look behind him, Jack took off the blindfold and rounded the corner towards the lockers. He grabbed the book he wanted and bounded out the door towards the infirmary.
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"Geesh Jack, what took you so long?" Daniel asked as Jack walked through the infirmary doors.
"Sorry." Jack said offering no reason why he was delayed.
"Jack? " Daniel asked looking down at Jack's feet.
"Yeah?" Jack said slightly distracted as he wandered around the infirmary picking up medical instruments and setting them back down.
"Why are your shoes wet?"
TBC.
Author's Notes: I'm off on a 2000 mile bike trip so no new postings for the next month or so. Hope you enjoyed this!
TBC.
Author: dcChic
Email: dietcokechic@hotmail.com
Category: J/S, Humor, Recovery
Spoilers: Only my story so far. (The Mis-Adventures of Jack and Sam)
Season: 4th Season
Summary: Jack and Sam and Daniel's recovery from last week's events.
Author's Notes: I think this is my favorite chapter to date. It's pretty funny but if you are not a fan of UST you might not want to read any further. Still PG-13 no matter how much I want these two to get it on. Please review and let me know what you think!
Chapter 5
Samantha Carter awoke at 0500 determined to get herself into a shower. She had been badgering Janet all week about allowing her a real, honest-to-god shower and Janet had promised she could take one soon. Well soon was going to be today! Janet had left around 1900 last night and Sam knew she wouldn't be back until after she had gotten Cassie off to school. Due to a minor emergency off world, most of the SGC medical staff was otherwise occupied which left Major Sam Carter free to break a couple rules.
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**knock knock knock**
Daniel Jackson cursed in three different languages as he hauled his sleep- deprived body towards the door. Couldn't Jack wait until a more decent hour?! Stupid military…
**knock knock knock**
"Coming Jack." Daniel mumbled putting on his glasses. He opened the door to find an uncharacteristically nervous Jack O'Neill smiling sheepishly back at him.
"Hey Daniel. Brought you some of the Blue Mountain stuff you like." Jack said passing over a steaming 20 oz cup emitting a most wonderful aroma.
"You sure know the way to an archaeologists' heart Jack." Daniel said taking the cup and stepping aside so Jack could enter. It was damn cold out.
"I know it's early Danny, but if our plan is going to work, we need to catch everyone before they're wide awake."
"But shouldn't I be awake Jack?"
"Come on, go get dressed. We're leaving in 15."
"Aye, aye Colonel." Daniel said giving Jack a sloppy salute.
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Sam felt a little guilty pulling out her IV, but Janet had said she was going to take it out later today anyhow… Seeing as the IV was on her right arm, it was a little harder than she had expected. *Damn. I'm going to have a nasty bruise later.*
Carefully, using the bed rails for assistance, Sam pulled herself upright and over to the edge of the bed. Her stomach muscles screamed painfully at her but Sam was determined to get clean. Perhaps if Harrison Ford (circa Empire Strikes Back) had been her nurse it would have been different, but being sponged down by female friends was rather awkward and a tad bit humiliating. The first week or so Sam hadn't been in much of a state to complain, but now she was aware of everything that was going on and was determined to have a solo bathing experience.
Once upright Sam walked over to the footlocker across the room and pulled out the bag with a set of spare clothes and toiletries. Cassie had actually been the one to bring them over to her last week. Sam knew better than to attempt to dress in button fly jeans and a pull over shirt, but thought a change of sweats and a button down flannel shirt should be easy to do. Smiling she headed out the door towards the locker room.
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Daniel was awfully glad Jack was driving, he was pretty certain he'd have driven them into a ditch by now. A storm from was moving into the region and the forecasters were predicting 6 inches of snow by this afternoon. The roads were slick with black ice. Jack drove with skill and ease as if the conditions were nothing. Must be all the time spent in Minnesota during his formative years.
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Sam couldn't help but grin as she turned on the water and stepped under the luke warm spray. As much as she would have loved a hot shower, Sam had decided to follow the majority of Janet's instructions and kept the water a little warmer than tepid. This of course made the shower a little cooler than she would have liked, but ah! A shower! As Sam tipped her head back to get her hair wet she realized that she had forgotten to take her pain meds prior to leaving the infirmary. This wasn't going to be the most comfortable of showers.
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"Jack! Where are you going?!" Daniel whispered as Jack veered to right. "The infirmary is this way."
"Danny, why are you whispering?" Jack asked in a normal voice.
"Because we're being sneaky! And sneaky people always whisper." Jack rolled his eyes.
"Tell Sam I'll be there in a few minutes, I just gotta get something from my locker."
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"Shit!" Sam cursed as the soap ran into her eyes. Washing her lower body had been a piece of cake. It was much slower going than usual, but she had successfully washed and rinsed both legs and most of her body up to her hips. She wasn't going to touch her abdomen. Some of the stitches had dissolved while others glared up at her in glistening black rows. She shuddered every time she ran her fingers lightly across the wound. The arms had been a little more difficult and her back damn near impossible but Sam had successfully been able to pour the shampoo onto her head. It was the washing of the hair part that was proving problematic. As Sam reached up to lather her hair, she pulled the stitches on her torso taut and her stomach muscles screamed at her to stop. Sam had doubled over to catch her breath and totally forgotten the glob of shampoo slowly moving across her head. That is until it had begun to drip down her forehead and into her eyes.
"God dammit!"
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Jack froze in front of his locker. Shit! That was a woman's voice! He knew three teams were off world and no one was scheduled for a de-briefing this morning. He never even looked to see if the sign had been flipped over to indicate a woman was present. Time for him to leave.
"Dammit." This time the voice was soft and sounded close to crying.
"Um, you ok in there?" Jack yelled from behind the security of the wall of lockers.
Silence.
"I forgot to check the sign. Sorry about that. I'll be leaving now."
"Sir?"
Ah man! That was Carter!
"Carter?" Jack yelled taking a step forward but stopping well before the shower stalls began.
"Fancy meeting you here Sir." Sam said in an attempt at humor. Jack could hear she was in pain.
"Carter, what are you doing here?"
"If I have to explain showering to you Sir then I think I understand why you don't go out much."
"Sam!"
"Sorry." Sam was silent for a few moments as she attempted once again to lather her hair. "Dammit!" Sam felt like crying. Not only did it hurt but she just couldn't seem to reach the top of her head.
"Carter, are you all right?"
"No." Sam said angrily sinking to her knees under the luke warm spray. The water efficiently rinsed the shampoo from her head without really washing her hair.
"No?" Now Jack was worried.
"Sir, do you still have one of Daniel's handkerchiefs?
"Yeah." Ok, it was official. Jack was confused.
"I need your help Sir and there is no way in hell you are rounding that corner without your eyes covered."
"I could close my eyes." Jack offered.
Sam scoffed and then grimaced in pain. "Right. I'm certain you wouldn't look at all."
"I wouldn't!" Jack said haughtily. "I'm an officer and a gentleman."
"Sir, I trust that you would honestly try to keep your eyes shut, but all the same, I think it would be better for both our sakes if you had them covered."
Jack went to his locker and pulled out the dark blue cloth. What could he say? She was right. He walked towards the showers and turned around as he stepped into the stall area. With his back facing Sam he tied the handkerchief securely around his eyes and slowly turned back around. He took a step forward and could feel small droplets of water around him.
"What'cha need help with Carter?" *Oh god, please don't be with washing your body. I'm just a guy Sam.*
Sam wanted to laugh. A blindfolded Colonel was going to help wash her hair. A blindfolded Colonel who had already seen her naked several times in the last month and one she wouldn't mind seeing naked herself… *Stop it Samantha!*
"Sir, I need help washing my hair."
Even blindfolded, Sam could see the way the Colonel raised his eyebrows in question. "Sam, don't the nurses help you with that? I do remember a few sponge baths during my ever so lovely stay here last week."
"Yes Sir, they do. But I wanted to take a real shower. I haven't felt clean since we got back and really, really.." Sam couldn't help it; she began to cry.
"Ah Sam, don't cry." Jack said awkwardly trying to pat her shoulder and only touching air. "I'll help you, just tell me what you want me to do."
"Sorry for the waterworks Sir." Sam said sniffling as she carefully reached down and grabbed the shampoo bottle.
"No apology necessary Carter. I know how tough this has been on you. On both of us actually." Silence filled the steamy bathroom for several long seconds as both pondered Jack's words. Sam smiled as she gently shook her head at their situation. What a pair they made!
"I need for you to follow my instructions perfectly, ok Sir?"
"OK, but nothing kinky, all right?"
Sam laughed. "Oh, all right. Sir, I need you to take two small steps forward and hold out your hand."
Jack did so and soon felt a small puddle of shampoo being poured into his hand. He could also feel water all around him and cursed silently at not removing his shoes.
"Now Sir I need you to raise your arm so it's level with the top of your head."
Once Jack's hand was raised Sam took a step forward and positioned herself under Jack's hand. As Jack stood there patiently, Sam questioned whether this was a wise move. Probably not. She really should turn around, but it would be easier to direct him if she could see him.
Jack nearly jumped at the closeness of Sam's voice as she instructed him to lower his hand towards her head. He knew she was facing him and his eyelids actually itched knowing she was a bare and wet and only inches away from him. Breathing deeply he lowered his hand until it touched Sam's head and carefully added his second hand to assist.
Silently he lathered her hair and tried not to think about how incredibly erotic this whole thing was.
Silently she stood there as her hair was gently lathered and tried not to think how incredibly erotic this whole thing was. God, it felt good to have a man wash her hair again. How long had it been? Sighing contentedly Sam closed her eyes. (To keep the soap out of course) Minutes passed as Jack thoroughly, gently and intimately massaged her scalp and lathered even the small hairs on the back of her neck. His fingers tenderly brushed suds away from her ears and Jack resisted the temptation to play with her lobes. Suddenly he laughed breaking the erotic atmosphere.
"Sir?" Sam asked opening her eyes.
"Sorry Carter." Jack said with a smile still massaging her head. "I was thinking about Ferengis and their ear lobe fetish." Sam couldn't help but laugh as well. She reached up and stilled Jack's hands.
"I'm going to rinse Sir." Jack took a step back. "Ok."
Sam stood under the water and carefully moved her head back and forth until she felt all the suds were gone. She couldn't quite reach her hands up to check but felt confident that most of it was out. Time for conditioner.
"Same idea Sir, only this time it's conditioner."
"I'm a pro at this now!" Jack joked.
Jack efficiently smoothed the conditioner into Sam's hair and tried not to breathe in too deeply. Damn if that stuff didn't smell good.
"That should be it Sir. I can rinse it out on my own in a few minutes."
Jack nodded. He knew he should take a step back and turn around but it was hard to do so. He knew what he wanted to ask but also knew how inappropriate it would be. No. Sam might not be able to reach the top of her back, but there was no way in hell he could convince ANYONE (including himself) that he was just being helpful. Nope. It was time to go.
"Sure Sam. See you in the infirmary when you're done?"
"Sounds good. Then you can tell me what you're doing here. Not only is it quite early, but I'm pretty certain you're still on medical leave."
"Actually Danny and I have come to spring you outta here for the day. We'll tell you all about it after you.. uh, finish up." Yep, it was official. Jack felt like an ass.
"Sir if you could see me now, you'd witness a gigantic smile. I would love to leave the SGC, even if it would only be for the day."
"Sam, if I could see you now, I'm pretty certain I'd be the one with the big-ass smile."
"I'm going to rinse now Sir." Sam said smiling as she turned around and put her head under the shower.
"I'm outta here." Jack said turning around himself and taking a few steps forward. He cursed as he walked into the wall and took a smaller step to his right. Resisting the urge to look behind him, Jack took off the blindfold and rounded the corner towards the lockers. He grabbed the book he wanted and bounded out the door towards the infirmary.
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"Geesh Jack, what took you so long?" Daniel asked as Jack walked through the infirmary doors.
"Sorry." Jack said offering no reason why he was delayed.
"Jack? " Daniel asked looking down at Jack's feet.
"Yeah?" Jack said slightly distracted as he wandered around the infirmary picking up medical instruments and setting them back down.
"Why are your shoes wet?"
TBC.
Author's Notes: I'm off on a 2000 mile bike trip so no new postings for the next month or so. Hope you enjoyed this!
TBC.