Authors Note: Thanks to everyone on Fanfiction and Heliopolis who voted. The results of my little poll are evident in this chapter.
I have to say that very few of you wanted Jack to stand by and watch - which was fine by me, but for some reason most of you wanted him to approach her in her semi-dressed state - you bunch of perverts! g
Disclaimer: If you want to see Danny naked for real, write to MGM. I have no control over their nudity clauses.
Unfortunately.
Procrastination
Chapter 10: Keeping Abreast Of Things
Jack panicked.
After a second or two he realised it wasn't really helping the situation and decided his best option was to simply walk away in the other direction, back the way he came.
Unfortunately as he turned to leave a random twig decided it would be fun to roll under his right foot and place itself in direct line of fire to Jack's boot.
And of course…
*Crack.*
He panicked in earnest this time, to the point where his heart started to beat double time and his head almost did a one-eighty turn in surprise. Naturally, and as luck would have it, Sam heard everything and thought it best to check things out.
"Colonel!" The voice appeared from behind him and Jack took a moment before turning around to pray that she had made the decision to re-dress before investigating.
Slowly, very slowly he turned around to face the Major and breathed a sigh of relief as he noticed she had put her jacket back on.
Then he looked down.
Not down enough that he was looking below the waist, you understand. He had *tried* to let his gaze travel from head to foot but his eyes seemed to get stuck on her cleavage - which was predominantly noticeable since Carter was currently sans tee shirt and her jacket was still undone.
And he could see cleavage.
*Her* cleavage.
Oh yeah, he was *really* starting to like those tank tops.
Realising that he was staring in an entirely unprofessional manner (and yes he did take a moment to question the times when this situation would be considered as professional) he forced his eyes to meet her questioning gaze.
"You alright sir?"
Okay, he knew she'd said *something* just then, but it seemed his blood was still doing a happy little dance down towards his genitals and all he heard in his addled mind was "blah blah blah sir?"
Sam seemed to sense his hesitation and it concerned her a little. "Sir? Are you okay?" she repeated.
He got it that time, but was still having a few problems forming coherent words. He coughed dramatically to remind himself that he still had a voice and then gave her an answer that would have his mind repeating 'D'oh!' for at least the next two weeks.
"Chest Carter."
D'oh!
He coughed again. "Yes Carter." he amended. "Yes, I'm fine."
Either Sam had developed previously unforeseen psychic abilities, or her years working on SG1 had taught her to know exactly where her CO's thoughts lay and immediately went to zip up her jacket.
"leave it." He murmured.
Where the hell did *that* come from?
Carter's hands stilled. "Huh?"
Ah, to hell with it. "Just for a little while."
Did he really just say that? Jack took a moment to rewind his brain and check the archives.
Yep. He'd definitely just said that.
Electricity crackled all around them as they made eye contact one more time. Sam's voice was barely a whisper as she dropped her hands back down to grasp her P90 with renewed force. "Okay. For a little while."
They stood like that for what seemed like an eternity. Only inches apart, neither able - or at all willing - to break eye contact but both ironically holding on to their deadly weapons as if they were a lifeline.
Finally the tension became too much and the breathing became shorter, heavier. The Colonel moved hesitatingly towards the Major, leaves crackling under his feet as he released the death grip on his gun and reached out a hand, pulling Sam towards him.
Then...
Oh, and then...
"Hey guys, where are you?"
Daniels disembodied voice boomed over their radios, breaking the cherished moment of intimacy with a timing that caused Jack to quickly drop his hand and swear huskily.
Sam blinked rapidly and shook her head in an attempt to clear her misted mind. "Get to the clearing Daniel, we're on our way."
She smiled slightly at Jack and moved to finally zip up her jacket. Jack watched in sorrow as the coveted cleavage disappeared under material. "We'd better..." he began and indicated towards the clearing.
"Yes sir." Carter replied, inwardly cursing as she once again forced herself to hide behind the security of rank.
Despite their decision to return to camp, neither seemed ready to move. It wasn't until Daniel's voice came over the radio once again - this time in panic and with frequent pleas for their help to rid him of the "thing' that was chasing him - that they both moved.
And moved damn fast.
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Footnote: Sorry but I seem to have an obsession with Sam's breasts at the moment - to the point where I just wrote an entire fic on Jack discovering the benefits of her cleavage during a debriefing.
I'm hoping this will soon pass and I can move on to more...personally beneficial topics...like Jack naked, for example. Mmm.
I have to say that very few of you wanted Jack to stand by and watch - which was fine by me, but for some reason most of you wanted him to approach her in her semi-dressed state - you bunch of perverts! g
Disclaimer: If you want to see Danny naked for real, write to MGM. I have no control over their nudity clauses.
Unfortunately.
Procrastination
Chapter 10: Keeping Abreast Of Things
Jack panicked.
After a second or two he realised it wasn't really helping the situation and decided his best option was to simply walk away in the other direction, back the way he came.
Unfortunately as he turned to leave a random twig decided it would be fun to roll under his right foot and place itself in direct line of fire to Jack's boot.
And of course…
*Crack.*
He panicked in earnest this time, to the point where his heart started to beat double time and his head almost did a one-eighty turn in surprise. Naturally, and as luck would have it, Sam heard everything and thought it best to check things out.
"Colonel!" The voice appeared from behind him and Jack took a moment before turning around to pray that she had made the decision to re-dress before investigating.
Slowly, very slowly he turned around to face the Major and breathed a sigh of relief as he noticed she had put her jacket back on.
Then he looked down.
Not down enough that he was looking below the waist, you understand. He had *tried* to let his gaze travel from head to foot but his eyes seemed to get stuck on her cleavage - which was predominantly noticeable since Carter was currently sans tee shirt and her jacket was still undone.
And he could see cleavage.
*Her* cleavage.
Oh yeah, he was *really* starting to like those tank tops.
Realising that he was staring in an entirely unprofessional manner (and yes he did take a moment to question the times when this situation would be considered as professional) he forced his eyes to meet her questioning gaze.
"You alright sir?"
Okay, he knew she'd said *something* just then, but it seemed his blood was still doing a happy little dance down towards his genitals and all he heard in his addled mind was "blah blah blah sir?"
Sam seemed to sense his hesitation and it concerned her a little. "Sir? Are you okay?" she repeated.
He got it that time, but was still having a few problems forming coherent words. He coughed dramatically to remind himself that he still had a voice and then gave her an answer that would have his mind repeating 'D'oh!' for at least the next two weeks.
"Chest Carter."
D'oh!
He coughed again. "Yes Carter." he amended. "Yes, I'm fine."
Either Sam had developed previously unforeseen psychic abilities, or her years working on SG1 had taught her to know exactly where her CO's thoughts lay and immediately went to zip up her jacket.
"leave it." He murmured.
Where the hell did *that* come from?
Carter's hands stilled. "Huh?"
Ah, to hell with it. "Just for a little while."
Did he really just say that? Jack took a moment to rewind his brain and check the archives.
Yep. He'd definitely just said that.
Electricity crackled all around them as they made eye contact one more time. Sam's voice was barely a whisper as she dropped her hands back down to grasp her P90 with renewed force. "Okay. For a little while."
They stood like that for what seemed like an eternity. Only inches apart, neither able - or at all willing - to break eye contact but both ironically holding on to their deadly weapons as if they were a lifeline.
Finally the tension became too much and the breathing became shorter, heavier. The Colonel moved hesitatingly towards the Major, leaves crackling under his feet as he released the death grip on his gun and reached out a hand, pulling Sam towards him.
Then...
Oh, and then...
"Hey guys, where are you?"
Daniels disembodied voice boomed over their radios, breaking the cherished moment of intimacy with a timing that caused Jack to quickly drop his hand and swear huskily.
Sam blinked rapidly and shook her head in an attempt to clear her misted mind. "Get to the clearing Daniel, we're on our way."
She smiled slightly at Jack and moved to finally zip up her jacket. Jack watched in sorrow as the coveted cleavage disappeared under material. "We'd better..." he began and indicated towards the clearing.
"Yes sir." Carter replied, inwardly cursing as she once again forced herself to hide behind the security of rank.
Despite their decision to return to camp, neither seemed ready to move. It wasn't until Daniel's voice came over the radio once again - this time in panic and with frequent pleas for their help to rid him of the "thing' that was chasing him - that they both moved.
And moved damn fast.
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Footnote: Sorry but I seem to have an obsession with Sam's breasts at the moment - to the point where I just wrote an entire fic on Jack discovering the benefits of her cleavage during a debriefing.
I'm hoping this will soon pass and I can move on to more...personally beneficial topics...like Jack naked, for example. Mmm.