Title: SG-3 (06/10)
Rating: R
Spoilers: None
Details: 3rd Person / Sam / Makepeace / Jack POV, Hurt/Comfort, Humour, Alternative Series
Summary: Makepeace has to do something he really doesn't want to.
Disclaimer: None of the characters or places in this story belong to me, they are the property of MGM Worldwide, ShowTime, Gekko Film Corporation and Brad Wright. No copyright infringement intended - please don't sue me! I'm skint anyhow.
Author Notes: Part 1 of 2. Like a mini-series within a series, if ya get what I mean. Which you probably don't. Just so you know: Jack = Jack (duh!), Daniel = Daniel (duh!), Teal'c = Teal'c (ok, duh again) Charlie = Kawalsky, James = Edelson, John = Phillips, Robert = Makepeace and Sam = Sam (duh again!)
~SG-3 (06/10) ~
(c) Ruth, June 2003
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Makepeace:
I think my curse must have echoed around the whole base. Still, you have to understand. General Hammond had asked me to do the impossible. Well, not asked. Ordered. I mean, yeah, our behaviour the other night was weird, and a little out of order but please! The punishment does not fit the crime!
Sam:
Makepeace is pissed off. Can't say I blame him - I'm not looking forward to the idea myself, but we do owe it to General Hammond after our behaviour the other night. It was fun at the time, though. I've finally been accepted into the team - I'm one of them and it feels so great.
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General Hammond's office, half an hour later
"WHAT?"
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Jack:
I think my curse must have echoed around the whole base. Still, you have to understand. What George has asked me to do is damned near impossible. I'm not willing to risk the sanity of my team, which is coming along quite nicely thank you! Worst of all, George had that 'I told you so' look on his face the whole time. Now I'm scared.
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The next morning, there were an awful lot more people in the control room than there needed to be. Sergeants Siler and Davis had secured themselves front seats, General Hammond not far behind them. Everyone else was crowded around the glass as Sergeant Davis started activating the gate.
"Chevron 1 encoded. Chevron 1 locked."
The left-hand door slid slowly open.
"Chevron 2 encoded. Chevron 2 locked."
In walked SG-3. Sam, Makepeace, John and James all looked thoroughly pissed off.
"Chevron 3 encoded. Chevron 3 locked."
The right-hand door slid slowly open.
"Chevron 4 encoded. Chevron 4 locked."
In walked SG-1. Jack, Charlie, Daniel and Teal'c also looked annoyed.
Behind the glass, no sound could be heard other than Sergeant Davis calling out the chevron names.
"Chevron 5 encoded. Chevron 5 locked!"
"Colonel," Makepeace growled.
"Chevron 6 encoded. Chevron 6 locked."
"Colonel," Jack replied sarcastically.
"Chevron 7 encoded. Chevron 7 is…LOCKED!"
The gate whooshed open, bathing the room in an eerie bluey glow.
"You can watch our asses," said Makepeace, stepping through the gate before Jack had a chance to argue with him.
"It's more my front side that I'm worried about," said Daniel.
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When the gate closed, sergeant Siler spoke up.
"So…bets?" he asked.
"50 on Makepeace coming back with a black eye!"
"Nah, 100 on O'Neill getting his ass kicked by Makepeace!"
"Well I bet 200 on Daniel getting beat up by Edelson!"
"Yeah? I say 300 on Phillips getting a thrashing from Teal'c!"
"What about you General? Any bets?"
Hammond paused for a moment, then smiled.
"I put 500 on Jack getting his ass kicked by Carter!"
The room was filled with whoops and cheers. The bets were on.
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Makepeace:
Arrogant bastard. Walking around like he owns the place - how the hell did he get like this? This is NOT the man that went to Abydos a year ago. No way. Still, looks like this recon mission is going to be a rough one. O'Neill had better watch his back, 'cos no funny stuff ain't gonna work with me!
Jack:
Arrogant bastard. Thinks he's so cool 'cos he's a marine! Well, that sneer looks worse than a smacked arse on his face - sometimes I find it hard to tell the difference. HA! I crack myself up! Oh, Daniel, not again!…
Sam:
It's really quite amusing watching the two of them. If I didn't know better, I'd say that they hated each other because they're so alike. Colonel O'Neill hasn't changed. However, the young archaeologist on his team took an almost instant shine to me. He's cute - I like him. He's more on my plane - it would be fun if we could work together.
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Sam and Daniel became instant friends. They were soon lagging behind the group, sharing their stories about work and their educations. Jack was most displeased to realise that he was actually going to have to talk to Makepeace.
"Looks like Danny Boy and Carter have made friends," he said. He caught a few snippets of what they were saying.
"Coffee. My one weakness, except for..."
"COFFEE? I LOVE COFFEE!"
"Wow! That is so cool! Really?"
"Yeah? Oh, this one time…"
Jack rolled his eyes. Daniel really didn't talk about anything else.
Edelson and Charlie were regarding each other with distaste, and Phillips with nervousness at Teal'c.
Things were going quite pleasantly between them. Alas, they all knew, it would never last.
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"COLONEL! PUT HIM DOWN!"
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They made camp at approximately 1700 hours. Sam and Daniel had taken up the task of cooking so that they could stay away from the fiery tempers of their commanding officers.
"Why do Jack and Makepeace fight so much?" Daniel asked.
Sam sighed. "They've never really got on. I think that they're too much alike."
Daniel laughed, pushing his glasses back up onto his nose. "Yeah."
"How long have you been on SG-1?" Sam asked, wrinkling her nose at the smell coming from the stove.
"Uh…about three months!" he laughed nervously. "Ah, no! I never could get the hang of these things!"
"DANIEL!" Jack shouted, "Would you quit talking and make us some damned dinner?"
"Uh…hold on, Jack! Had a bit of an accident over here…"
"Oh, for crying out loud," said Jack, putting his head in his hands.
While Sam helped Daniel to clear up the mess, Jack and Makepeace kept watch.
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"Looks like your archaeologist isn't housetrained," Makepeace quipped.
Jack instantly went on the defensive. "Daniel's alright - it's your scientist that's the problem."
Makepeace laughed. "Oh, really? And I suppose you'd know all about that?"
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Jack asked, forgetting his watch.
"You didn't even give her a chance!"
"She had her head so far up her own…"
"Oh, well, she would've fitted right in with you!"
"You arrogant bastard!"
"There's only one of them around here, and it sure as hell ain't me!"
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"There they go again," Daniel sighed.
"Sirs!" Sam called.
Two heads snapped around to look at her.
"WHAT?" Jack shouted.
"Your damned dinner is ready," she replied, turning back to Daniel.
Jack, however, wasn't finished. "Are you looking for an insubordination charge, Captain?"
Sam was caught off guard. Fortunately, Makepeace was already leaping to her defence. "Would you shut the fuck up and eat something?"
Jack pushed roughly past her towards Daniel and the food. Sam went away by herself to sit on watch. She knew Makepeace would be angry with her for not eating anything, but the rations were really good at getting rid of an appetite.
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"What's so wrong with the food that your pious Captain can't eat it?" Jack asked, clearly trying to piss Robert (Makepeace) off.
Robert rolled his eyes and ignored the question.
"You have no idea how you're ridiculed at the base now, ya know that?" Jack continued.
"Really?"
"Yeah. You have an anorexic female scientist with three fat marines!"
Jack and Charlie rocked with laughter at this comment.
"Rather be a fat marine than have your fat head," Robert countered, and got up to sit on his watch.
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"You not eating anything?" Robert asked, sitting down opposite Sam.
"No, sir. Colonel O'Neill kinda made me lose my appetite."
Robert laughed. "I know what you mean."
He ran his hand down the barrel of his M-16 thoughtfully.
"Don't let him get to you, Sam."
His use of her first name snapped her to attention. "Sir?" She asked.
"He's just pissed off because he's finally realised what an ass he was turning you down."
She picked at the grass beneath her feet. "I think, all things considered, I'd rather be on SG-3."
Makepeace grinned. "Good! Bribery is always the best way, Sam."
"No, really, sir. I just think he would have rubbed me completely up the wrong way."
"And I didn't?"
"Well…" Sam was trying to tread carefully, "To begin with, but not any more..sir."
"Don't worry about it. You see…"
Sam waving her hand at Robert to shut him up cut off their conversation.
She listened intently. There was definitely someone there with them. Adrenaline began pumping around her body as she raised her M-16, ready to tackle whatever came at her. Unfortunately, she hadn't been expecting the attack to come from behind her.
Robert heard the staff weapons activate just too late.
He and Sam turned to face two burly jaffa that looked very pissed off. They raised their hands in the air and looked at each other. Guilt flooded through the pair of them - they hadn't noticed until it was too late.
"Tau'ri, kree!" The largest one shouted, hitting Sam in the back with his staff weapon, forcing her forwards. They walked out of the clearing to be confronted by a huge mothership.
"Fuck," said Makepeace.
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Makepeace:
Jack is gonna have my arse. One minute I was talking to Sam, the next we'd all been taken prisoner by a group of jaffa. Yep, he is going to be royally pissed off. I'll just have to deal with him like I did before. I dread to think who we've been taken prisoner by this time. It's getting to be a fairly large list - one to rival that of the infamous SG-1!
Jack:
Boy, am I gonna have his arse! If he hadn't been so busy staring into Carter's eyes he would have noticed the honkin' group of jaffa that were approaching us, heavily armed! The man makes me so mad - he's a flipping hypocrite, and now I'm gonna be stuck on a honkin' big Goa'uld ship with him and his fat head. Great.
Sam:
I have a feeling that there's going to be fireworks between Robert and Jack. I can't help feeling that this whole situation is my damned fault! If I hadn't been talking to Robert then we would have noticed the jaffa, but no. Just another time that I've failed my commanding officer - but worse is that Colonel O'Neill is here to see it.
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The eight of them were thrown into a cell and left there by the jaffa.
"Our master will request your presence soon," the bigger one smiled evilly, and left.
"Well, who do we have to thank for this little situation?" Jack asked, looking pointedly at Makepeace and Sam.
"For fuck's sake, O'Neill, this is nobody's damned fault!"
"If you hadn't been so busy with your young Captain here, maybe you would have noticed!" Jack shouted.
"I was on my watch!" Makepeace retorted.
"Well," Jack replied, "Ya obviously weren't watching the right thing, were ya?"
Sam was trying to shut out the arguing voices of her CO's. She was looking around their prison to see if there was any way of escape. In just a few seconds she had ascertained that the only way out was through the heavily guarded door. She sighed heavily and leant back against the wall. All she could pray was that Jack and Robert didn't kill each other.
Daniel attempted to relieve the pressure from the situation. "Well, c'mon Jack, we've been in worse situations than this!"
"Name one!" he snapped. Daniel was hurt.
"Well, I…"
"Exactly. You been in worse situations than this, Robbie?"
Robert glowered at him. "That's Makepeace, you fucker, and yes we probably have."
"Like what? Forgot to take yer steaks with ya, or…"
"Like nearly freezing to death in Antarctica," Makepeace finished. Sam shuddered at the memory. Unfortunately, Jack picked up on this.
"Oh…your lady friend was there too? Must have eased the pain."
Before Robert could swear back at him, Sam jumped into the conversation.
"On the contrary, Colonel, I probably made it more painful for him by trying to put a splint on his leg."
"Really?" Charlie replied, clearly disinterested.
"I'm sorry," said Sam sarcastically, "Shall I just crawl back under my stone?"
"Yeah, you do that," Charlie answered bitterly.
Before more abuse could be thrown, the jaffa returned.
"The female will come first," the larger one stated.
"Why don't you come get her yourself?" Robert asked, but soon wished that he hadn't. The other jaffa aimed his staff weapon at his arm and fired it.
"Fuck!" Robert cursed, rolling about on the floor while Edelson and Phillips flew to his aid.
"Alright!" said Sam, holding up her hands, "I'm coming! Just don't shoot anyone else!"
Jack rolled his eyes. "Like that's gonna do any good!"
Silently, Sam followed the jaffa out of their cell. To where, she did not know. All she knew was that SG-1 and SG-3 were trapped together in a very small cell. Tempers were already beginning to flare, they were probably all going to be tortured and…
She sighed, trying not to think about the situation any further. Three words just about summed it up.
They were screwed.
TO BE CONTINUED IN PART 7
Author's Note: Feedback please! You know where to send it by now…
