A Fine Balance
Season: 1?
Spoilers: None yet. I won't put anything major in if I do.
Disclaimer: I don't own Stargate. But that's okay. They're doing a good
job as it is!
Thank you so much to all who reviewed my last stories! I couldn't stop grinning all day! This is my attempt at a longer story. Hope you all like it. It's probably been done before, but I had to get my own version out of my system =P Oh, and I changed my settings to accept unsigned reviews. I didn't realize it was doing that. Please, please, please review! Anyway! On with the story!
Colonel O'Neill walked up to the first check-in point for another day of work. While signing his name and presenting his I.D. to the rather intimidated-looking airman, he gave a contented sigh. Sure it was a stressful job, but he knew what he was doing mattered. He was helping people. He was doing something others could never have dreamed about. He was making a difference. For the first time since his family had fallen apart, he felt content. Yes, today, he mused, was going to be a good day. Or so he thought.
"Sam, don't walk away from me! We're going to talk about this!"
*Here we go again* Jack thought. This was the third time in two weeks his 2IC had come to work arguing with her boyfriend Captain Michael Davis. Because Davis was in the payroll department, it wasn't against regulations for them to see each other. Their jobs were so apart, there was little problem for their feelings to get in the way of their work. Or at least that's the way it should have been. The Colonel shared a long-suffering gaze with the nameless airman and shook his head slightly as he bent back over the forms.
"Look, Michael, there's nothing to talk about. This is our job! You can't expect me to say, 'I'm sorry, General, but I'm having breakfast with my boyfriend. The teams stranded off-world are just going to have to wait.' We had this talk before. Work has to come first!"
"Look yourself Sam!" he said grabbing her arm. "All I want is to spend half an hour with you without the world threatening to collapse. And I'm getting really tired of being treated like our relationship doesn't matter." Davis squeezed her arm even tighter and leered over her.
Jack frowned. He wondered if he should intervene. Obviously, they didn't realize they had an audience, but he did not like how his Captain was being treated.
"Of course our relationship matters! You don't know how hard it is for me to find the time I do to spend with you. I mean, everyday, the world's safety is in our hands. I'm on missions; I have lab projects to complete; I have reports to hand in! This isn't exactly a 9 to 5 job here. Look, I've got to go fix the gate so our teams can get back. How about we meet for supper?"
*Phew. Things seem to be cooling down. I'd better get to the next checkpoint before she realizes I was listening.* Jack moved on letting the lovebirds finish up their quarrel. Again he wondered if he should say something to her. He didn't want her personal life getting in the way of work. But then, if he hadn't witnessed their fights, he would never have known anything was amiss. Carter was always dedicated to her job. He didn't want her to think he was reprimanding her. He was just concerned. Yes, he would keep quiet for now. Jack headed for his office to get some papers for the General then headed to the Control room.
"General, what seems to be the problem?" he said, handing Hammond some overdue reports.
"Well, for some reason, we can't establish a wormhole. We have two teams that are late in returning, so we are assuming they can't establish a wormhole from their side as well. I've already notified Captain Carter. She should be here any minute."
At those words, a calm, collected Captain Carter rushed into the Control room.
"What seems to be the problem, sir?"
"We can't establish a wormhole, and we're assuming the off-world teams can't establish one with us as they're overdue."
Sam sat down at one of the computers and flew her fingers over the keys.
"There you go, sir. The memory buffers just needed purging."
*Nope, definitely not interfering with her work.*
The general gave a relieved sigh. "If this is going to be a regular occurrence, please show the other gate technicians how to do that. I don't want to be caught off guard like that again."
"Yes sir. Right away sir." she replied calmly.
A little too calmly if you asked him.
Well, I'm going to continue this today, but I wanted to see what you thought =) Worth continuing? Please review! Oh, and sorry if some of the technical stuff is inaccurate. Not my specialty =)
Thank you so much to all who reviewed my last stories! I couldn't stop grinning all day! This is my attempt at a longer story. Hope you all like it. It's probably been done before, but I had to get my own version out of my system =P Oh, and I changed my settings to accept unsigned reviews. I didn't realize it was doing that. Please, please, please review! Anyway! On with the story!
Colonel O'Neill walked up to the first check-in point for another day of work. While signing his name and presenting his I.D. to the rather intimidated-looking airman, he gave a contented sigh. Sure it was a stressful job, but he knew what he was doing mattered. He was helping people. He was doing something others could never have dreamed about. He was making a difference. For the first time since his family had fallen apart, he felt content. Yes, today, he mused, was going to be a good day. Or so he thought.
"Sam, don't walk away from me! We're going to talk about this!"
*Here we go again* Jack thought. This was the third time in two weeks his 2IC had come to work arguing with her boyfriend Captain Michael Davis. Because Davis was in the payroll department, it wasn't against regulations for them to see each other. Their jobs were so apart, there was little problem for their feelings to get in the way of their work. Or at least that's the way it should have been. The Colonel shared a long-suffering gaze with the nameless airman and shook his head slightly as he bent back over the forms.
"Look, Michael, there's nothing to talk about. This is our job! You can't expect me to say, 'I'm sorry, General, but I'm having breakfast with my boyfriend. The teams stranded off-world are just going to have to wait.' We had this talk before. Work has to come first!"
"Look yourself Sam!" he said grabbing her arm. "All I want is to spend half an hour with you without the world threatening to collapse. And I'm getting really tired of being treated like our relationship doesn't matter." Davis squeezed her arm even tighter and leered over her.
Jack frowned. He wondered if he should intervene. Obviously, they didn't realize they had an audience, but he did not like how his Captain was being treated.
"Of course our relationship matters! You don't know how hard it is for me to find the time I do to spend with you. I mean, everyday, the world's safety is in our hands. I'm on missions; I have lab projects to complete; I have reports to hand in! This isn't exactly a 9 to 5 job here. Look, I've got to go fix the gate so our teams can get back. How about we meet for supper?"
*Phew. Things seem to be cooling down. I'd better get to the next checkpoint before she realizes I was listening.* Jack moved on letting the lovebirds finish up their quarrel. Again he wondered if he should say something to her. He didn't want her personal life getting in the way of work. But then, if he hadn't witnessed their fights, he would never have known anything was amiss. Carter was always dedicated to her job. He didn't want her to think he was reprimanding her. He was just concerned. Yes, he would keep quiet for now. Jack headed for his office to get some papers for the General then headed to the Control room.
"General, what seems to be the problem?" he said, handing Hammond some overdue reports.
"Well, for some reason, we can't establish a wormhole. We have two teams that are late in returning, so we are assuming they can't establish a wormhole from their side as well. I've already notified Captain Carter. She should be here any minute."
At those words, a calm, collected Captain Carter rushed into the Control room.
"What seems to be the problem, sir?"
"We can't establish a wormhole, and we're assuming the off-world teams can't establish one with us as they're overdue."
Sam sat down at one of the computers and flew her fingers over the keys.
"There you go, sir. The memory buffers just needed purging."
*Nope, definitely not interfering with her work.*
The general gave a relieved sigh. "If this is going to be a regular occurrence, please show the other gate technicians how to do that. I don't want to be caught off guard like that again."
"Yes sir. Right away sir." she replied calmly.
A little too calmly if you asked him.
Well, I'm going to continue this today, but I wanted to see what you thought =) Worth continuing? Please review! Oh, and sorry if some of the technical stuff is inaccurate. Not my specialty =)