Disclaimer: I do not own the cast of SG-1, nor the show. RDA, Gekko, etc., have those rights. Lucky them. :)
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"Stayin Alive" and More Than a Woman," are by the Bee Gees. "Let's Go Round Again," is originally done by Average White Band, and later re-done by Louise. I would imagine that George Lucas has the rights to the "Star Wars theme." I do not know who has the rights to "The Hustle," but it is not me! lol! I do not have the rights to any of the above songs.
Chapter 4: Scrapbook of Memories
Jack helped Sam with her Shaw when they entered the club. "Your shaw is very unique. Where did you buy it?" he asked, curious.
"I didn't," she said softly, "Mom made it for me when I was little. She told me I would grow into it." Tears glistened in her eyes at the memory.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't.." Jack trailed off. Uncomfortably, he averted his eyes to the floor.
Sam put her hand on his arm. "Don't be. It brings back the fond memories I have of my mother. More for my scrapbook," she said, delicately tapping her temple with a fingernail. Her soft smile coaxed a shy smile from Jack. *He looks so vulnerable. It's endearing, just like that cowlick..* Sam's head snapped up to meet the voice that was speaking to her.
"So, do you want to get something to eat?" Jack looked at her. "You okay? I noticed you staring at me with some sort of dreamy look on your face."
*Dreamy? Oh no, he noticed!*
"Huh, oh I'm fine. Yes please, I'm starved!"
A short time later, after finishing their dessert of Chocolate Mousse, Jack watched in faint amusement as the disco ball slowly lowered out of the ceiling and brightly colored strobe lights danced around the room. "You know I haven't done this since, eh, a while." Sam looked at him sideways, stifling a giggle.
Jack looked at her, feigning severity. "That's right Major, no giggling."
"The last time I did this was about, oh, ten years ago."
"You're showing your age Carter."
"A lot less than you O'Neill."
"Ooh, that smarts." Jack grinned. "I'll promise to step on your toes, if you step on mine."
"Sounds good, my feet are much smaller than yours anyway." Sam grinned smartly back at him.
"On a roll tonight, eh Carter," Jack remarked dryly as they stepped out onto the dance floor.
"Let's go round again.
Maybe we'll turn back the hands of time.
Let's go round again."
"Yep, I'm going round again, as I twirl you again and again and again." Faking dizziness, Jack lolled his head from side-to-side. Sam just laughed as Jack pulled her to him on the last twirl. He gulped, swallowing the lump in his throat at the realization of her nearness to him. His heart matched hers, in bongo drum rhythm, as he kept his arm wrapped tightly around her waist. Her doe-like eyes stared up, innocent and wide-eyed, into his. The spell was broken as 'Star Wars,' disco theme pounded into their heads. "Do you know how long it's been since I've heard this song?" Jack yelled over the din of the music.
Sam grinned devilishly, "Too long, as I recall you saying. Eh Colonel?"
Jack stared at her, open-mouthed. He shook his head. "Why you little Minx."
Her smile brightening, Sam's ears picked up the strains of 'Staying Alive.' "So O'Neill, still rusty at doing the Hustle?"
"Me, never! I love a challenge." Sam stood back and watched in amusement as he did a darn good performance, white bell bottoms, platforms and all. Surprised, Jack grabbed her arm and dragged her into the dance. "Don't think for a minute that I'm letting you go without some public embarrassment as well." She laughed as he brought his arms around her in a firm embrace from behind. *I feel so good, so free, just watching her laugh, enjoy herself and relax.* Jack watched in pleasant surprise as other couples around them began to dance the hustle as well. "It looks like we are all embarrassed now," Jack whispered into her ear. At the feel of his warm breath against her ear, Sam could feel her face grow warm. Beads of sweat began to glisten on her forehead.
"I'm a little tired. How about we take a break?"
Jack released her. "Sure," he replied, eyeing her warily. As they sat out the next few songs, Sam watched numerous couples dance together, intimately, out on the dance floor. Her mood quickly began to equal that of the blue spotlights swirling around the couples. Suddenly, Jack jumped up. "Come on, dance with me!" he cried. Grasping her hands in his, he pulled her up.
As he led her out onto the dance floor, Sam protested nervously, "Bu, but Jack this is a slow song." Sam was sorely tempted to drag her feet as she heard the soft voice of Barry Gibb crooning, 'More Than a Woman,' filter through the speakers.
"So." *The slower the better.* Sam scrunched up her nose, trying desperately to figure out what he was thinking. She let out a barely audible sigh. *He's good at hiding his emotions.*
"You, on the other hand, are not," Jack stated, a smirk on his face.
Startled, Sam stared up at him. "Am I that easy to read?"
"Sometimes," Jack said, placing her bare arms around his neck.
Sam staunchly screwed up her face to look stoic. "Can you tell what I am thinking now?" Jack looked down at her. He tried to keep from bursting out loud with laughter, although inside was another matter altogether.
Barely concealing a smile, he answered with a straight face. "You're not comfortable with your arms wrapped around my neck."
"Wrong," Sam replied, her face breaking out into a smile. "I'm not sure if I am comfortable having you kiss me."
"Ah, don't we think highly of ourselves," Jack admonished.
Sam just kept giving him that know-it-all smile of hers.
A gleam in his eye, Jack stated, "Well, we'll just have to find out your comfort kissing zone won't we." Sam smiled eagerly, as she tightened her arms around his neck and leaned in for a kiss. His lips, warm and inviting, felt so right upon hers. With one hand cradling her head and the other supporting her back and waist, Jack deepened the kiss, nearly taking Sam's breath away.
Sam's cheeks were flushed and her eyes bright when he finally pulled away. "I think, I am very comfortable with your kissing zone."
"Sweet."
* indicate person's thoughts
"Stayin Alive" and More Than a Woman," are by the Bee Gees. "Let's Go Round Again," is originally done by Average White Band, and later re-done by Louise. I would imagine that George Lucas has the rights to the "Star Wars theme." I do not know who has the rights to "The Hustle," but it is not me! lol! I do not have the rights to any of the above songs.
Chapter 4: Scrapbook of Memories
Jack helped Sam with her Shaw when they entered the club. "Your shaw is very unique. Where did you buy it?" he asked, curious.
"I didn't," she said softly, "Mom made it for me when I was little. She told me I would grow into it." Tears glistened in her eyes at the memory.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't.." Jack trailed off. Uncomfortably, he averted his eyes to the floor.
Sam put her hand on his arm. "Don't be. It brings back the fond memories I have of my mother. More for my scrapbook," she said, delicately tapping her temple with a fingernail. Her soft smile coaxed a shy smile from Jack. *He looks so vulnerable. It's endearing, just like that cowlick..* Sam's head snapped up to meet the voice that was speaking to her.
"So, do you want to get something to eat?" Jack looked at her. "You okay? I noticed you staring at me with some sort of dreamy look on your face."
*Dreamy? Oh no, he noticed!*
"Huh, oh I'm fine. Yes please, I'm starved!"
A short time later, after finishing their dessert of Chocolate Mousse, Jack watched in faint amusement as the disco ball slowly lowered out of the ceiling and brightly colored strobe lights danced around the room. "You know I haven't done this since, eh, a while." Sam looked at him sideways, stifling a giggle.
Jack looked at her, feigning severity. "That's right Major, no giggling."
"The last time I did this was about, oh, ten years ago."
"You're showing your age Carter."
"A lot less than you O'Neill."
"Ooh, that smarts." Jack grinned. "I'll promise to step on your toes, if you step on mine."
"Sounds good, my feet are much smaller than yours anyway." Sam grinned smartly back at him.
"On a roll tonight, eh Carter," Jack remarked dryly as they stepped out onto the dance floor.
"Let's go round again.
Maybe we'll turn back the hands of time.
Let's go round again."
"Yep, I'm going round again, as I twirl you again and again and again." Faking dizziness, Jack lolled his head from side-to-side. Sam just laughed as Jack pulled her to him on the last twirl. He gulped, swallowing the lump in his throat at the realization of her nearness to him. His heart matched hers, in bongo drum rhythm, as he kept his arm wrapped tightly around her waist. Her doe-like eyes stared up, innocent and wide-eyed, into his. The spell was broken as 'Star Wars,' disco theme pounded into their heads. "Do you know how long it's been since I've heard this song?" Jack yelled over the din of the music.
Sam grinned devilishly, "Too long, as I recall you saying. Eh Colonel?"
Jack stared at her, open-mouthed. He shook his head. "Why you little Minx."
Her smile brightening, Sam's ears picked up the strains of 'Staying Alive.' "So O'Neill, still rusty at doing the Hustle?"
"Me, never! I love a challenge." Sam stood back and watched in amusement as he did a darn good performance, white bell bottoms, platforms and all. Surprised, Jack grabbed her arm and dragged her into the dance. "Don't think for a minute that I'm letting you go without some public embarrassment as well." She laughed as he brought his arms around her in a firm embrace from behind. *I feel so good, so free, just watching her laugh, enjoy herself and relax.* Jack watched in pleasant surprise as other couples around them began to dance the hustle as well. "It looks like we are all embarrassed now," Jack whispered into her ear. At the feel of his warm breath against her ear, Sam could feel her face grow warm. Beads of sweat began to glisten on her forehead.
"I'm a little tired. How about we take a break?"
Jack released her. "Sure," he replied, eyeing her warily. As they sat out the next few songs, Sam watched numerous couples dance together, intimately, out on the dance floor. Her mood quickly began to equal that of the blue spotlights swirling around the couples. Suddenly, Jack jumped up. "Come on, dance with me!" he cried. Grasping her hands in his, he pulled her up.
As he led her out onto the dance floor, Sam protested nervously, "Bu, but Jack this is a slow song." Sam was sorely tempted to drag her feet as she heard the soft voice of Barry Gibb crooning, 'More Than a Woman,' filter through the speakers.
"So." *The slower the better.* Sam scrunched up her nose, trying desperately to figure out what he was thinking. She let out a barely audible sigh. *He's good at hiding his emotions.*
"You, on the other hand, are not," Jack stated, a smirk on his face.
Startled, Sam stared up at him. "Am I that easy to read?"
"Sometimes," Jack said, placing her bare arms around his neck.
Sam staunchly screwed up her face to look stoic. "Can you tell what I am thinking now?" Jack looked down at her. He tried to keep from bursting out loud with laughter, although inside was another matter altogether.
Barely concealing a smile, he answered with a straight face. "You're not comfortable with your arms wrapped around my neck."
"Wrong," Sam replied, her face breaking out into a smile. "I'm not sure if I am comfortable having you kiss me."
"Ah, don't we think highly of ourselves," Jack admonished.
Sam just kept giving him that know-it-all smile of hers.
A gleam in his eye, Jack stated, "Well, we'll just have to find out your comfort kissing zone won't we." Sam smiled eagerly, as she tightened her arms around his neck and leaned in for a kiss. His lips, warm and inviting, felt so right upon hers. With one hand cradling her head and the other supporting her back and waist, Jack deepened the kiss, nearly taking Sam's breath away.
Sam's cheeks were flushed and her eyes bright when he finally pulled away. "I think, I am very comfortable with your kissing zone."
"Sweet."