Title: Digging for an old boot and throwing away the new-Part two
Author: Athena.
Email: atheniandream@aol.com
Content Warnings: Angst,
Pairings: S/other S/?
Spoilers: CHIMERA!!
Season: Seven
Rating: PG-13 I think. Maybe More, Sorry.
Summary: PART TWO of the saga
Author's notes: I' trying to explore the bounds of Carter as a character,
coz Jack doesn't say much...
Archive: Anywhere. I'm my own publicist.
Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING. I know this.
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"Say something." she groaned, rubbing at her neck, as it grew colder in the air that circled the front porch.
His frown seemed to grow with her sentences, and he couldn't help but look at her. This was Carter, right?
His Second in command, the woman who fought beside him; who had all the brains, answers, logic and reasoning?
Wearing half of a dress and as much make-up, making her look as much the exact opposite as he'd seen her everyday.
"Jack!" She shouted, waving her hand as she struggled with the long sleeves of her coat.
"What do you expect me to say to that Carter?" He wiggled he saw as his hands stressed to emphasise his point.
What was he supposed to say? Sure Carter, come in, let's hump, it'll be great. I'm not old. God forbid Jack, don't
let that out of your brain. Don't even let the thought circle your head and exit out through your ass...
Her eyes shut slowly and her mouth slurred at little as she answered, "I don't know...." trailing the end of her
sentence, and in the process she swayed back, almost losing her balance.
"Whoa there." Jack stepped forward, automatically, without any normal hesitation put his hands around both of her
wrists to steady her. She looked at his face instantly, and for a second 'Carter' was in there, not completely, but almost.
"Do you find me attractive Colonel?"
"Carter, I'm not going to answer that on my door step..."
"Can I come in?"
"God No! Not like that." Good one Jack...
"Why Not? What? Rules? You're scared to answer because stupid little rules?" She mocked him but just ended up
looking drunk.
"I remember a not so drunk Carter being the poster child for 'The rules'"
"Well, that until I met a certain rule breaking Colonel who by the way looks great in just his boxer-"
Before she could finish any part of the sentence that would incriminate them both, he quickly silenced her.
"Carter. This is not...good, okay? How much have you had to drink?" He could see her swaying below her,
and he hadn't moved for fear that she'd end up in a heap on the floor, and it was cold outside, so it
must have been making her worse. He had to get her home.
"That's none of your business Mister..."
"Look did, um Pierce let you drive, like this?"
"Pete."
"What?"
"His names Pete."
"Whatever. Look you have to go home Carter, you're drunk."
"I think I'm old enough to judge that for myself thank you very much." She waved her finger at him, almost hitting his face.
"Whoops."
"Come, you're going home Ms Carter." Grabbing her elbow, keys in one hand, he shut the door and started to lead her
down the drive.
Her gaze turned to him, and for an instant she showed by the lines on her face and glazed essence hidden in her eyes
the amount going on in her head. Was it really Carter? What was she not saying?
"Don't father me Jack, I don't need that."
"No Carter, you need coffee." Opening her car door, he fed her through the door, letting her trample her way to
the seat, in slump quietly against the back, as he found that her keys we're still in the ignition.
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It had been five minutes into the Journey and Jack eyes were mostly on the road. And occasionally on a very still,
quiet Carter, who just looked out the window.
What kind of fool had she made of herself? Actually she didn't care about that, the fact that he'd denied her had
to have been a big enough blow to her ego. If parts of it weren't still scattered across his porch. She felt like
a naughty Child, who was being taken home by her Uncle because she'd made a pass at him and. God no, that was an
awful analogy.
Finally, and quietly she spoke up. "What's been going on?"
"What?"
"Us. What the hell is going on?"
He immediately turned his eyes back to the road.
"So help god Jack, if you don't flash me, I'm gonna flash you!" Although her tone was calm, it still caught his attention,
and he laughed quietly at her.
"Carter, I don't' know, okay? I try not to think about it."
"Why not?"
"Because I'm not allowed to."
His comment sent her quiet once more, and her brow twitched sporadically, before she spoke again.
"I used to like you. I thought you were cute. And, that was it. Nothing else. And then one day, it all changed.
And was Jealous and possessive, and I thought about you, and I worried about you, but I thought I worried about
Daniel and Teal'c too. I do, but, Its just...different." Her breath quickened as the thoughts in her head continued
to pass through her mouth.
"And everything's so screwed, seven years of crap all messed up inside, where I can't, I can't even talk about it.
All I do is worry about you, and stay away from you and you admitted that cared about me and scared me.
If you tell me you don't feel anything for me then I'll never talk about it again."
"Sam,"
"Yes Jack."
"We're here."
She let out a groan, and opened the car door; but as she swung one leg out at a rate of knots, her heel bent over,
and she rocketed to the pavement, letting out a yelp as she got up. "I'm fine, I'm fine." She held out her hands
as he came to her side.
"You are going to wish we'd never met tomorrow."
Circling her eyes beneath her lids, her head racked with the potent alcohol swimming in it. "Oh, I'm there. Believe me."
When they arrived at the door, Jack took he keys from her, fumbled for a few seconds and then helped her inside.
"Right Carter, just step over the mat, slowly, I got you." He commanded her every inch down the hallway, rubbing the
backs of arms with his thumbs, and then let go until she was able to Stand on her own. She'd already taking her heels off,
and by looking at her, she really as quite small. Not anything like Janet, but against his own height, which assumed as
more of an Oak in a cabbage-patch of people, she was smaller than he though she was. Was she shrinking??....
Her wide eyes gliding to his with a floaty and unfocused expression, she broke the inches between them.
"Carter?" He hissed into her hair.
The air became so serious, and they laced her words, setting the mood, and instantly alerted him to the red area.
"Why won't you answer me?" She purred quietly, licking the remaining lipstick from her bottom lip.
"Because you're dangerous like this."
"Dangerous. Why? I'm Just Carter. The same Carter you see every day."
"Oh, I very much doubt that Major..."
Why was he holding all this up, huh? Was it some Machiavellian pursuit to get her at her weakest, demanding him, so
that he had nothing to lose but his load? Right now, she didn't care how it was lost, seven years of waiting and angst
was starting to get to her now.
"Thank you." So she opted, out and reached up to cup his left cheek. Letting her body press into his for an instance,
she released a kiss on his cheek, and her gums ached like morning coffee as she pressed her lips a second longer.
Unknowingly she'd given up just enough to affect him, and he shivered completely over her, and stepped back like a
schoolboy's first Kiss. Rolling her eyes she retreated for him and shut the door.
"Grow up Jack."
"What?" Wait, Had he missed something deafeningly important?
"Nothing, I uh-"
As she stopped mid-sentence, he looked around to where she'd stopped, just before the lounge.
"Carter, what?" Coming up behind, he was shocked to find a man in the Lounge.
Carter's Lounge.
On Carter's Couch.
In Carter's House.
Oh. Pete.
So, this was Pete...? Well, he was...boringly average. Don't get me wrong, not offensive looking, nor a bad dresser,
just a little too...plain?
"And you are?" The man sat angrily on the couch, playing with the material strand that hung from the fringing on a cushion.
He was also looking at Carter.
"Colonel Jack O'Neill. Look I'm going to go.... uh, Pete?"
"Yea."
"Yea." He mimicked back at him, rocking in the balls of his feet, whilst still trying to gain the attention of a
deadly still and still drunk Sam.
"Carter, I'll see you tomorrow.
She didn't move.
But he sure did. Right out that door.
TBC
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Still going although I'm getting bored. So if you don't' get another part, then don't' be surprised. ;)
Athena
Author: Athena.
Email: atheniandream@aol.com
Content Warnings: Angst,
Pairings: S/other S/?
Spoilers: CHIMERA!!
Season: Seven
Rating: PG-13 I think. Maybe More, Sorry.
Summary: PART TWO of the saga
Author's notes: I' trying to explore the bounds of Carter as a character,
coz Jack doesn't say much...
Archive: Anywhere. I'm my own publicist.
Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING. I know this.
---------------------------------------------
"Say something." she groaned, rubbing at her neck, as it grew colder in the air that circled the front porch.
His frown seemed to grow with her sentences, and he couldn't help but look at her. This was Carter, right?
His Second in command, the woman who fought beside him; who had all the brains, answers, logic and reasoning?
Wearing half of a dress and as much make-up, making her look as much the exact opposite as he'd seen her everyday.
"Jack!" She shouted, waving her hand as she struggled with the long sleeves of her coat.
"What do you expect me to say to that Carter?" He wiggled he saw as his hands stressed to emphasise his point.
What was he supposed to say? Sure Carter, come in, let's hump, it'll be great. I'm not old. God forbid Jack, don't
let that out of your brain. Don't even let the thought circle your head and exit out through your ass...
Her eyes shut slowly and her mouth slurred at little as she answered, "I don't know...." trailing the end of her
sentence, and in the process she swayed back, almost losing her balance.
"Whoa there." Jack stepped forward, automatically, without any normal hesitation put his hands around both of her
wrists to steady her. She looked at his face instantly, and for a second 'Carter' was in there, not completely, but almost.
"Do you find me attractive Colonel?"
"Carter, I'm not going to answer that on my door step..."
"Can I come in?"
"God No! Not like that." Good one Jack...
"Why Not? What? Rules? You're scared to answer because stupid little rules?" She mocked him but just ended up
looking drunk.
"I remember a not so drunk Carter being the poster child for 'The rules'"
"Well, that until I met a certain rule breaking Colonel who by the way looks great in just his boxer-"
Before she could finish any part of the sentence that would incriminate them both, he quickly silenced her.
"Carter. This is not...good, okay? How much have you had to drink?" He could see her swaying below her,
and he hadn't moved for fear that she'd end up in a heap on the floor, and it was cold outside, so it
must have been making her worse. He had to get her home.
"That's none of your business Mister..."
"Look did, um Pierce let you drive, like this?"
"Pete."
"What?"
"His names Pete."
"Whatever. Look you have to go home Carter, you're drunk."
"I think I'm old enough to judge that for myself thank you very much." She waved her finger at him, almost hitting his face.
"Whoops."
"Come, you're going home Ms Carter." Grabbing her elbow, keys in one hand, he shut the door and started to lead her
down the drive.
Her gaze turned to him, and for an instant she showed by the lines on her face and glazed essence hidden in her eyes
the amount going on in her head. Was it really Carter? What was she not saying?
"Don't father me Jack, I don't need that."
"No Carter, you need coffee." Opening her car door, he fed her through the door, letting her trample her way to
the seat, in slump quietly against the back, as he found that her keys we're still in the ignition.
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It had been five minutes into the Journey and Jack eyes were mostly on the road. And occasionally on a very still,
quiet Carter, who just looked out the window.
What kind of fool had she made of herself? Actually she didn't care about that, the fact that he'd denied her had
to have been a big enough blow to her ego. If parts of it weren't still scattered across his porch. She felt like
a naughty Child, who was being taken home by her Uncle because she'd made a pass at him and. God no, that was an
awful analogy.
Finally, and quietly she spoke up. "What's been going on?"
"What?"
"Us. What the hell is going on?"
He immediately turned his eyes back to the road.
"So help god Jack, if you don't flash me, I'm gonna flash you!" Although her tone was calm, it still caught his attention,
and he laughed quietly at her.
"Carter, I don't' know, okay? I try not to think about it."
"Why not?"
"Because I'm not allowed to."
His comment sent her quiet once more, and her brow twitched sporadically, before she spoke again.
"I used to like you. I thought you were cute. And, that was it. Nothing else. And then one day, it all changed.
And was Jealous and possessive, and I thought about you, and I worried about you, but I thought I worried about
Daniel and Teal'c too. I do, but, Its just...different." Her breath quickened as the thoughts in her head continued
to pass through her mouth.
"And everything's so screwed, seven years of crap all messed up inside, where I can't, I can't even talk about it.
All I do is worry about you, and stay away from you and you admitted that cared about me and scared me.
If you tell me you don't feel anything for me then I'll never talk about it again."
"Sam,"
"Yes Jack."
"We're here."
She let out a groan, and opened the car door; but as she swung one leg out at a rate of knots, her heel bent over,
and she rocketed to the pavement, letting out a yelp as she got up. "I'm fine, I'm fine." She held out her hands
as he came to her side.
"You are going to wish we'd never met tomorrow."
Circling her eyes beneath her lids, her head racked with the potent alcohol swimming in it. "Oh, I'm there. Believe me."
When they arrived at the door, Jack took he keys from her, fumbled for a few seconds and then helped her inside.
"Right Carter, just step over the mat, slowly, I got you." He commanded her every inch down the hallway, rubbing the
backs of arms with his thumbs, and then let go until she was able to Stand on her own. She'd already taking her heels off,
and by looking at her, she really as quite small. Not anything like Janet, but against his own height, which assumed as
more of an Oak in a cabbage-patch of people, she was smaller than he though she was. Was she shrinking??....
Her wide eyes gliding to his with a floaty and unfocused expression, she broke the inches between them.
"Carter?" He hissed into her hair.
The air became so serious, and they laced her words, setting the mood, and instantly alerted him to the red area.
"Why won't you answer me?" She purred quietly, licking the remaining lipstick from her bottom lip.
"Because you're dangerous like this."
"Dangerous. Why? I'm Just Carter. The same Carter you see every day."
"Oh, I very much doubt that Major..."
Why was he holding all this up, huh? Was it some Machiavellian pursuit to get her at her weakest, demanding him, so
that he had nothing to lose but his load? Right now, she didn't care how it was lost, seven years of waiting and angst
was starting to get to her now.
"Thank you." So she opted, out and reached up to cup his left cheek. Letting her body press into his for an instance,
she released a kiss on his cheek, and her gums ached like morning coffee as she pressed her lips a second longer.
Unknowingly she'd given up just enough to affect him, and he shivered completely over her, and stepped back like a
schoolboy's first Kiss. Rolling her eyes she retreated for him and shut the door.
"Grow up Jack."
"What?" Wait, Had he missed something deafeningly important?
"Nothing, I uh-"
As she stopped mid-sentence, he looked around to where she'd stopped, just before the lounge.
"Carter, what?" Coming up behind, he was shocked to find a man in the Lounge.
Carter's Lounge.
On Carter's Couch.
In Carter's House.
Oh. Pete.
So, this was Pete...? Well, he was...boringly average. Don't get me wrong, not offensive looking, nor a bad dresser,
just a little too...plain?
"And you are?" The man sat angrily on the couch, playing with the material strand that hung from the fringing on a cushion.
He was also looking at Carter.
"Colonel Jack O'Neill. Look I'm going to go.... uh, Pete?"
"Yea."
"Yea." He mimicked back at him, rocking in the balls of his feet, whilst still trying to gain the attention of a
deadly still and still drunk Sam.
"Carter, I'll see you tomorrow.
She didn't move.
But he sure did. Right out that door.
TBC
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Still going although I'm getting bored. So if you don't' get another part, then don't' be surprised. ;)
Athena