Disclaimer: Not mine…don't own anything…yadda…
Before we begin, I have to say that I think this has got to be the single most plot-free story I've ever written! Still, it's all the fun of the fair, and if you guys like it, then who am I to say anything? Besides, I'm enjoying writing it!
Pulse Increase Warning: Jack and Sam, and a lot of skin…
Procrastination
Chapter 6: Panning For Naquada
"That's the sound of the man, working on the chain gang…" Jack O'Neill was singing.
Badly.
The only reason Sam had not, as yet, gotten down on her knees and pleaded with her CO to cease his infernal caterwauling was that she had currently been rendered speechless by the view of his semi-naked torso all sweaty and rippling muscles in the relentless midday sun. At that precise moment she was standing at the edge of a modest sized hole in the middle of the desert, water canteen poised frozen between hand and mouth, watching the Colonel dig.
She particularly enjoyed the moments where he placed his cupped hands into the sand and threw the contents between his legs. Not to put too shallow a point on it, but his muscles definitely looked their best when all taut and…
Okay, Stop.
Groaning in frustration, Sam closed her eyes and took a long drink from the canteen. The trio had been digging in the approximate spot where the Stargate should have been for over four hours, each person taking it in turn to keep watch whilst the other two continued the seemingly pointless task of unburying the gate. But as every long second ticked by the whole situation became more and more fruitless in her mind.
Sam took one last look about her before calling over Daniel to take his turn at resting. The archaeologist looked up as she called his name and slowly made his way over to the lookout point, grabbing his black T-Shirt en route.
"You okay, Sam?" he asked as his neared his team mate, only slightly concerned at the sight of her flushed cheeks and bright eyes.
"Fine." she replied quickly. "Just a little hot is all."
Daniel grinned. "Well that's hardly a surprise is it? I mean, it's hotter than hell out here and you're stood there wearing the most inefficient colour on Earth!" He paused for a moment to wipe his sweating face on his shirt before continuing. "I mean, what possessed them to make BDU t-shirts black in the first place?"
Sam, who was just too damn hot to argue with Daniel when he got on his soapbox, merely shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know Daniel." she sighed wearily. "All I do know is that if I don't get some cooler clothes soon I'm gonna end up with heatstroke."
The archaeologist's brows knitted in confusion. "Don't you have a tank top on underneath that lot?"
"Yeah…" Sam replied slowly, entirely uncertain as to how she was going to field his next, inevitable question.
"So just wear that!" The expression on Daniel's face was somewhat akin to a child saying 'Duh!' and Sam grimaced in response.
"I don't know Daniel, it's all right for you two to strip off a little, but it's different for me…"
"I don't see how!" he shot back quickly, before turning an attractive beetroot red as he realised his error. "Okay, I *do* see how," he amended, "But it's not as if you'll be down to your underwear or anything."
"Daniel. The tank top *is* classed as underwear."
"Oh." The red turned a deeper shade. "Well, you do have a…a…"
"A bra?" Sam prompted, using all her mental willpower to stop from grinning inanely at his obvious embarrassment.
"Right. A bra." her team mate sighed in relief as she took pity on him.
"Yeah. I do."
"Well, there you go then. Problem solved!"
Unfortunately for Sam, the problem was far from solved. As a matter of fact, the *problem* was currently walking towards them, and apparently quite irritated.
"Uh, are you guy's done with your meeting?" The Colonel's voice was pure sarcasm as he came and stood by his second in command, looking down on her peevishly.
"Yessir." came the clipped reply as Sam removed her hat and ran her fingers unconsciously through her short hair. "Daniel was just about to take watch."
"Jack tell Sam to take off her shirt." Daniel all but whined at his CO as he tried to grab the canteen from her fingers…which seemed to have formed a sudden vice-like grip on the container.
It seemed to Carter that the linguist had not been observant enough to notice the sudden look of pure hunger that flashed across Jack's eyes as he took in Daniel's last statement, but she had. And in less than a second it had turned her rock hard stomach muscles to a pile of quivering mush.
"He thinks I look too hot." he murmured by way of an explanation.
"I never said that!" Daniel exclaimed rather too loudly. "You were the one who…"
"It really doesn't matter." she interrupted before his foot could fit any further into his mouth. "We really should keep digging." She stepped around her CO and began to make her way determinedly towards the hole.
"Now hold on Carter." Jack's voice was stern and commanding, but his facial expression was definitely amused.
Sam cursed silently and turned around to face him. Once again, she couldn't help the fact that her eyes, as insubordinate as they were, kept insisting on migrating to his toned stomach.
//Crunches.//
Oh yeah, she definitely wanted to see him do them.
"You do look a little hot there." The intrusion of his voice broke her from her silent appraisal and she forced herself to look again at his face.
"Really, Sir. I'm fine."
"Now Carter, you're gonna get heatstroke if you keep all that on." He replied, waving his arms in the vague direction of her upper body. "Maybe you should remove a few layers."
Slowly.
Now where'd that come from? Jack thought to himself, a bewildered expression masking his face. Thanks to her little temper tantrum earlier that day, Jack had tried his hardest to keep all interaction entirely professional, and here he was, only a couple of hours later, thinking about watching her do a striptease.
Dammit!
The Colonel closed his eyes, desperately trying to exorcise the mental images of his 2IC wearing nothing but a…
Was it hot?
Oh yeah, they were in a desert.
Definitely the best excuse for why his cheeks were flaming.
Blinking, he opened his eyes once more only to find a semi naked Carter standing defiantly in front of him, hands on hips.
He closed his eyes. Again.
And open…
No. Still there.
What was the scientific explanation behind mirages again?
Sam's hands were shaking as she stood before her CO, having removed the offending item of clothing. Never in all her years as an Air Force Officer had she envisioned a scenario where she would be standing before her incredibly attractive superior officer, wearing nothing more on her upper torso than a sports bra and tank top.
At least not when in control of her primal urges that is.
Say something… she thought desperately to herself as the air around them began to crackle with electricity.
"That wasn't so bad, was it?!" Daniel piped up, apparently ignorant to the sudden tension surrounding his team mates and Sam released the breath she didn't realise she had been holding.
Jack cleared his throat, and discovered with glee that he was in possession of a voice after all. "We'd better get back to work." he said unnecessarily.
"Right." Carter nodded her agreement and began to walk towards the hole.
"Hold on!" The archaeologist called out from behind her and she swung around to face him once more.
"You'll need to put Sun Screen on the new…skin…you just uncovered." he said as he pointed to her now exposed collar bone.
"Right." Sam replied, relieved, and reached out to grab the lotion from her friend.
Jack purposely turned his back and made out he was viewing the horizon as Sam coated herself liberally in the cream before attempting to hand it back to Daniel. "Put some on my back?" she asked him as she felt the first tingles of sunburn begin to creep across her shoulder blades.
"Sure." Daniel grabbed the lotion and poured some onto his hand. He rubbed it into his palms a little before reaching towards Carter's back and
Promptly falling flat on his face.
Sam's giggling turned into a raucous laughter as the archaeologist tried to right himself, before falling forwards once again and coating his face and hands in sand covered sun cream.
"Dammit!" He exclaimed as he forcefully pulled himself into a sitting position. He grabbed up his discarded t-shirt and began to rub furiously at his hands.
Jack grinned. "C'mon Carter. Back to work." He made a grab at his own hat and pulled it tighter onto his head.
"Hang on." Daniel said, his face still semi-buried under his shirt. "Sam still needs sun cream on her back." He paused for a moment to pass the bottle over to the Colonel, who took it without thinking. "Can you do it? I'm kinda busy here." and with that he resumed rubbing the sand from his face and hands.
Jack looked over at his 2IC, still unsure as to what had just transpired. The shocked look on her face however, answered all questions.
He stared stupidly at the offending lotion before returning his horrified gaze to the Major, then back to the bottle.
If Sam was slightly red, it was nothing compared to Jack.
"Ah, crap." he muttered before pouring the liquid onto his shaking hands. "Come here Carter."
Sam took a tentative step towards him before turning her back on her CO and closing her eyes in resignation.
Both Colonel and Major shivered involuntarily as she felt the first touch of his cooling hands on her burning skin.
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I'm such a tease!
So? How's it going? You think I should just cut my losses and end it next chapter? Or do you want more?
Enquiring minds wanna know…
Before we begin, I have to say that I think this has got to be the single most plot-free story I've ever written! Still, it's all the fun of the fair, and if you guys like it, then who am I to say anything? Besides, I'm enjoying writing it!
Pulse Increase Warning: Jack and Sam, and a lot of skin…
Procrastination
Chapter 6: Panning For Naquada
"That's the sound of the man, working on the chain gang…" Jack O'Neill was singing.
Badly.
The only reason Sam had not, as yet, gotten down on her knees and pleaded with her CO to cease his infernal caterwauling was that she had currently been rendered speechless by the view of his semi-naked torso all sweaty and rippling muscles in the relentless midday sun. At that precise moment she was standing at the edge of a modest sized hole in the middle of the desert, water canteen poised frozen between hand and mouth, watching the Colonel dig.
She particularly enjoyed the moments where he placed his cupped hands into the sand and threw the contents between his legs. Not to put too shallow a point on it, but his muscles definitely looked their best when all taut and…
Okay, Stop.
Groaning in frustration, Sam closed her eyes and took a long drink from the canteen. The trio had been digging in the approximate spot where the Stargate should have been for over four hours, each person taking it in turn to keep watch whilst the other two continued the seemingly pointless task of unburying the gate. But as every long second ticked by the whole situation became more and more fruitless in her mind.
Sam took one last look about her before calling over Daniel to take his turn at resting. The archaeologist looked up as she called his name and slowly made his way over to the lookout point, grabbing his black T-Shirt en route.
"You okay, Sam?" he asked as his neared his team mate, only slightly concerned at the sight of her flushed cheeks and bright eyes.
"Fine." she replied quickly. "Just a little hot is all."
Daniel grinned. "Well that's hardly a surprise is it? I mean, it's hotter than hell out here and you're stood there wearing the most inefficient colour on Earth!" He paused for a moment to wipe his sweating face on his shirt before continuing. "I mean, what possessed them to make BDU t-shirts black in the first place?"
Sam, who was just too damn hot to argue with Daniel when he got on his soapbox, merely shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know Daniel." she sighed wearily. "All I do know is that if I don't get some cooler clothes soon I'm gonna end up with heatstroke."
The archaeologist's brows knitted in confusion. "Don't you have a tank top on underneath that lot?"
"Yeah…" Sam replied slowly, entirely uncertain as to how she was going to field his next, inevitable question.
"So just wear that!" The expression on Daniel's face was somewhat akin to a child saying 'Duh!' and Sam grimaced in response.
"I don't know Daniel, it's all right for you two to strip off a little, but it's different for me…"
"I don't see how!" he shot back quickly, before turning an attractive beetroot red as he realised his error. "Okay, I *do* see how," he amended, "But it's not as if you'll be down to your underwear or anything."
"Daniel. The tank top *is* classed as underwear."
"Oh." The red turned a deeper shade. "Well, you do have a…a…"
"A bra?" Sam prompted, using all her mental willpower to stop from grinning inanely at his obvious embarrassment.
"Right. A bra." her team mate sighed in relief as she took pity on him.
"Yeah. I do."
"Well, there you go then. Problem solved!"
Unfortunately for Sam, the problem was far from solved. As a matter of fact, the *problem* was currently walking towards them, and apparently quite irritated.
"Uh, are you guy's done with your meeting?" The Colonel's voice was pure sarcasm as he came and stood by his second in command, looking down on her peevishly.
"Yessir." came the clipped reply as Sam removed her hat and ran her fingers unconsciously through her short hair. "Daniel was just about to take watch."
"Jack tell Sam to take off her shirt." Daniel all but whined at his CO as he tried to grab the canteen from her fingers…which seemed to have formed a sudden vice-like grip on the container.
It seemed to Carter that the linguist had not been observant enough to notice the sudden look of pure hunger that flashed across Jack's eyes as he took in Daniel's last statement, but she had. And in less than a second it had turned her rock hard stomach muscles to a pile of quivering mush.
"He thinks I look too hot." he murmured by way of an explanation.
"I never said that!" Daniel exclaimed rather too loudly. "You were the one who…"
"It really doesn't matter." she interrupted before his foot could fit any further into his mouth. "We really should keep digging." She stepped around her CO and began to make her way determinedly towards the hole.
"Now hold on Carter." Jack's voice was stern and commanding, but his facial expression was definitely amused.
Sam cursed silently and turned around to face him. Once again, she couldn't help the fact that her eyes, as insubordinate as they were, kept insisting on migrating to his toned stomach.
//Crunches.//
Oh yeah, she definitely wanted to see him do them.
"You do look a little hot there." The intrusion of his voice broke her from her silent appraisal and she forced herself to look again at his face.
"Really, Sir. I'm fine."
"Now Carter, you're gonna get heatstroke if you keep all that on." He replied, waving his arms in the vague direction of her upper body. "Maybe you should remove a few layers."
Slowly.
Now where'd that come from? Jack thought to himself, a bewildered expression masking his face. Thanks to her little temper tantrum earlier that day, Jack had tried his hardest to keep all interaction entirely professional, and here he was, only a couple of hours later, thinking about watching her do a striptease.
Dammit!
The Colonel closed his eyes, desperately trying to exorcise the mental images of his 2IC wearing nothing but a…
Was it hot?
Oh yeah, they were in a desert.
Definitely the best excuse for why his cheeks were flaming.
Blinking, he opened his eyes once more only to find a semi naked Carter standing defiantly in front of him, hands on hips.
He closed his eyes. Again.
And open…
No. Still there.
What was the scientific explanation behind mirages again?
Sam's hands were shaking as she stood before her CO, having removed the offending item of clothing. Never in all her years as an Air Force Officer had she envisioned a scenario where she would be standing before her incredibly attractive superior officer, wearing nothing more on her upper torso than a sports bra and tank top.
At least not when in control of her primal urges that is.
Say something… she thought desperately to herself as the air around them began to crackle with electricity.
"That wasn't so bad, was it?!" Daniel piped up, apparently ignorant to the sudden tension surrounding his team mates and Sam released the breath she didn't realise she had been holding.
Jack cleared his throat, and discovered with glee that he was in possession of a voice after all. "We'd better get back to work." he said unnecessarily.
"Right." Carter nodded her agreement and began to walk towards the hole.
"Hold on!" The archaeologist called out from behind her and she swung around to face him once more.
"You'll need to put Sun Screen on the new…skin…you just uncovered." he said as he pointed to her now exposed collar bone.
"Right." Sam replied, relieved, and reached out to grab the lotion from her friend.
Jack purposely turned his back and made out he was viewing the horizon as Sam coated herself liberally in the cream before attempting to hand it back to Daniel. "Put some on my back?" she asked him as she felt the first tingles of sunburn begin to creep across her shoulder blades.
"Sure." Daniel grabbed the lotion and poured some onto his hand. He rubbed it into his palms a little before reaching towards Carter's back and
Promptly falling flat on his face.
Sam's giggling turned into a raucous laughter as the archaeologist tried to right himself, before falling forwards once again and coating his face and hands in sand covered sun cream.
"Dammit!" He exclaimed as he forcefully pulled himself into a sitting position. He grabbed up his discarded t-shirt and began to rub furiously at his hands.
Jack grinned. "C'mon Carter. Back to work." He made a grab at his own hat and pulled it tighter onto his head.
"Hang on." Daniel said, his face still semi-buried under his shirt. "Sam still needs sun cream on her back." He paused for a moment to pass the bottle over to the Colonel, who took it without thinking. "Can you do it? I'm kinda busy here." and with that he resumed rubbing the sand from his face and hands.
Jack looked over at his 2IC, still unsure as to what had just transpired. The shocked look on her face however, answered all questions.
He stared stupidly at the offending lotion before returning his horrified gaze to the Major, then back to the bottle.
If Sam was slightly red, it was nothing compared to Jack.
"Ah, crap." he muttered before pouring the liquid onto his shaking hands. "Come here Carter."
Sam took a tentative step towards him before turning her back on her CO and closing her eyes in resignation.
Both Colonel and Major shivered involuntarily as she felt the first touch of his cooling hands on her burning skin.
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I'm such a tease!
So? How's it going? You think I should just cut my losses and end it next chapter? Or do you want more?
Enquiring minds wanna know…