Title: Red Wine on a Vanilla Sky-The T/S Talk.
Author: atheniandream/Jawbreakerchick/Paisleychick, my alter egos :)
Email: atheniandream@aol.com
Content Warnings: Humour, Angst, Rom, Ya know, that old biscuit.
Pairings: SJ, T-S Friendship....finally!! ;)
Spoilers: None, but Daniel's back. (Sorry Jonas, Luv U!)
Season: Seven.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The Teal'c/Sam Talk. With additional grin.
Author's notes: long awaited sequel, thanks to those who asked for it. Sorry it took
So Long...g
Archive: Sam and Jack please, Everywhere ANYWHERE, my sites broke!!!
Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING. I know this.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Red Wine on a Vanilla Sky-The Teal'c/Sam Talk. With additional grin.
Part two, if you will.
( and ) implied previous scene.
------------------------------
She was pacing, actually pacing. And swearing almost under her breath.
But she couldn't help it.
She couldn't help her anger at his words.
She couldn't help that she'd retaliated at his accusations, and she couldn't help fade out how it felt.
She couldn't even begin to think how he'd made her feel.
Not that it was well hidden for sure.
Guilt, mixed in with a roughness of pity, laced with pain and edged with passion.
Passion for choice and fear of rejection and moving on and bedded lust and-
("And I'm not s'pose to...FIGURE IN THIS! This magically perfect world, you seem to have rubbed me out of! "
His eyes burnt and his mouth moved as if pain and blood where pouring from it.
"Oh, and I'm s'pose to just ask you? Every time I make a decision in my life? Hey Jack. I'm thinking about
getting on with my and dating someone. Are you OKAY WITH THAT!")
She could do nothing but be sarcastic at that point.
He was being so arrogant, and selfish, unthinking, everything, which she found impossible to paint him under,
and it drove her fury to a depth where nothing else in her heart could bear to lie.
The events kept playing in her mind, reiterating at the points where she'd seem to lose it, and lose and just-
(He couldn't fight her back on that.
And settled for a temporary mediating position.
"Look, you know the situation. You could have at least said something! I AM your Superior Officer, and I think
it's in my best-" She cut him off.
"No, NO! DO NOT pull that rank crap with me Jack, you know well that,")
He didn't need to know. It wasn't his business; it was hers and she was sticking to that.
But he'd reciprocated. Throwing back the punches as well as he could receive them, and it startled her.
It startled her that that he could talk so much, to reveal so much about himself.
Well, about anything serious and private, and 'them' related.
His odd spoken words drove her to a place, dull and confusion, where she couldn't bite back and defend herself.
(His eyes had almost dissolved in the sockets at her calling him Jack. But he was to hurt, and the
Stubbornness was trying to desperately to regain control. "Look you should have thought about how it affected
other people. You should have told me." For a moment any anger curled up and left a shy exterior, but
Sam was far too irate now for him to just win by being calm.
"How? How, I'm 'I' supposed to know, huh? You don't say anything! Colonel Jack 'hide everything from everybody'
O'Neill'.
Don't for one second reveal any feeling! Oh no, anything that might hint that hints at the slightest indication
of you caring about anyone in any other way than a friend!")
She'd exhaled.
More in defeat than anything else, and she felt what it was like to regret. Everything, from the very
heart and soul of the matter.
But she wasn't ready.
Not for the next.
("Okay, you want, huh? Everyday, I have to command my friends under the notion that I may be in love with one of them.
That I am breaking a regulation, one of many that could end several careers and destroy the world. Because
that what it'll take for 'this'."
And it's not Teal'c.")
She'd frozen then.
The gooseflesh on her skin stood in recollection.
He hadn't finished, far from it...
(I have to come to work, and see you get hurt and stop myself from beating the crap out of the guy that
did it to ya.
I have to sit there, when you cry because Daniel's dead, I can't even touch you and comfort you. And
I have to live with the notion that how ever hard I try, one day you might not come back through that gate damn gate.
So I'm sorry Carter, I apologize." and the sarcasm cut...)
She must have still been silent, because there wasn't a word coming out her end and he'd left already.
For some reason she followed suit, and pace in that complete opposite direction.
So she end up here...
"Major Carter?"
And of course, Teal'c was already here.
Had been since she first fled.
They hadn't sought refuge for their dispute in private; they'd done the interesting thing of displaying it.
And in the style of a play, if you will care to imagine.
"Yea?" she stopped, turning towards him and chewing the top of her thumb, as he sat on a broken log.
Somewhere between that ten minutes of pacing, his legs had gotten tired, and...well, he'd opted for a seat.
Legs were getting tired.
"Are you alright? You have pacing for quite some time."
"Not really." She half smiled, and sat next to him. "I'm just," She gestured in the, which oddly turned
out look something between 'egg yolk' and 'coconuts'
"Confused?"
"Yep." She answered quickly, returned the thumb to her mouth, and looking at the floor.
"Do you think I was out of line?" She asked the friend. He was good with advice.
"If we are talking matters between O'Neill and yourself Major Carter, then they cannot be defined as
'Out of line', as they are already out of 'the' line, as you call it."
"Good point." She drew into a black silence.
"Do you love him?"
Her eyes immediately flashed towards his blank expression, which considering it blank, held a lot of meaning.
Her hands came in a remembered contact with her hair.
"God, I don't know. I have a boyfriend and," She looked up as his large hand rested lightly on her shoulder.
"You do not have to lie with me Major Carter. You hold my attention as well as my confidence."
"I wouldn't feel this way if I didn't. Would I?"
"I am as certain of that, as I am of the knowledge that O'Neill, although not well spoken in the matter,
only holds such anger and roughness with the situation because he does no feel so different to you.
Even when he is stubborn and...what is the term...pig-headed?"
She smiled at him. The first real smile all day and approaching a Cheshire cat impersonation.
It was a shame that it didn't glow in the dark really, would have looked pretty cool.
"You know what? Girlfriends are so overrated."
And for the first time in history, Teal'c grinned. Especially for this moment. He'd been saving it actually.
"No, I was not Aware of that Major Carter. Thank you for enlightening me."
"So I should talk to him?"
"Yes."
"But sometimes, he's just so,"
"Pig-headed?" They chuckled quietly.
"Oh yeah."
"Uh, Teal'c..." And here arrives the pig-head.
There stood the object of the argument, affection and disturbance. Colonel Jack 'twitchy' O'Neill.
Sam immediately took a quieter defence, stiffening at the sight of him standing before the two of them.
Teal'c didn't have to be told once.
He bowed and made his exit.
"O'Neill. Major Carter."
And then there were two.
~~~
She stood, folded arms and glassy of complexion. Mouth Shut.
He stood, Arms twitching, Eyes wandering. Hunched.
"So."
"So?"
TBC
------------------------------
Nothing can come close, to this familiar feeling,
You say it all without ever speaking,
Nothing can come close, to this familiar feeling,
You say it all without ever speaking, ---- Chorus of 'Familiar Feeling, by Moloko.
~~~~
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Author: atheniandream/Jawbreakerchick/Paisleychick, my alter egos :)
Email: atheniandream@aol.com
Content Warnings: Humour, Angst, Rom, Ya know, that old biscuit.
Pairings: SJ, T-S Friendship....finally!! ;)
Spoilers: None, but Daniel's back. (Sorry Jonas, Luv U!)
Season: Seven.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The Teal'c/Sam Talk. With additional grin.
Author's notes: long awaited sequel, thanks to those who asked for it. Sorry it took
So Long...g
Archive: Sam and Jack please, Everywhere ANYWHERE, my sites broke!!!
Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING. I know this.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Red Wine on a Vanilla Sky-The Teal'c/Sam Talk. With additional grin.
Part two, if you will.
( and ) implied previous scene.
------------------------------
She was pacing, actually pacing. And swearing almost under her breath.
But she couldn't help it.
She couldn't help her anger at his words.
She couldn't help that she'd retaliated at his accusations, and she couldn't help fade out how it felt.
She couldn't even begin to think how he'd made her feel.
Not that it was well hidden for sure.
Guilt, mixed in with a roughness of pity, laced with pain and edged with passion.
Passion for choice and fear of rejection and moving on and bedded lust and-
("And I'm not s'pose to...FIGURE IN THIS! This magically perfect world, you seem to have rubbed me out of! "
His eyes burnt and his mouth moved as if pain and blood where pouring from it.
"Oh, and I'm s'pose to just ask you? Every time I make a decision in my life? Hey Jack. I'm thinking about
getting on with my and dating someone. Are you OKAY WITH THAT!")
She could do nothing but be sarcastic at that point.
He was being so arrogant, and selfish, unthinking, everything, which she found impossible to paint him under,
and it drove her fury to a depth where nothing else in her heart could bear to lie.
The events kept playing in her mind, reiterating at the points where she'd seem to lose it, and lose and just-
(He couldn't fight her back on that.
And settled for a temporary mediating position.
"Look, you know the situation. You could have at least said something! I AM your Superior Officer, and I think
it's in my best-" She cut him off.
"No, NO! DO NOT pull that rank crap with me Jack, you know well that,")
He didn't need to know. It wasn't his business; it was hers and she was sticking to that.
But he'd reciprocated. Throwing back the punches as well as he could receive them, and it startled her.
It startled her that that he could talk so much, to reveal so much about himself.
Well, about anything serious and private, and 'them' related.
His odd spoken words drove her to a place, dull and confusion, where she couldn't bite back and defend herself.
(His eyes had almost dissolved in the sockets at her calling him Jack. But he was to hurt, and the
Stubbornness was trying to desperately to regain control. "Look you should have thought about how it affected
other people. You should have told me." For a moment any anger curled up and left a shy exterior, but
Sam was far too irate now for him to just win by being calm.
"How? How, I'm 'I' supposed to know, huh? You don't say anything! Colonel Jack 'hide everything from everybody'
O'Neill'.
Don't for one second reveal any feeling! Oh no, anything that might hint that hints at the slightest indication
of you caring about anyone in any other way than a friend!")
She'd exhaled.
More in defeat than anything else, and she felt what it was like to regret. Everything, from the very
heart and soul of the matter.
But she wasn't ready.
Not for the next.
("Okay, you want, huh? Everyday, I have to command my friends under the notion that I may be in love with one of them.
That I am breaking a regulation, one of many that could end several careers and destroy the world. Because
that what it'll take for 'this'."
And it's not Teal'c.")
She'd frozen then.
The gooseflesh on her skin stood in recollection.
He hadn't finished, far from it...
(I have to come to work, and see you get hurt and stop myself from beating the crap out of the guy that
did it to ya.
I have to sit there, when you cry because Daniel's dead, I can't even touch you and comfort you. And
I have to live with the notion that how ever hard I try, one day you might not come back through that gate damn gate.
So I'm sorry Carter, I apologize." and the sarcasm cut...)
She must have still been silent, because there wasn't a word coming out her end and he'd left already.
For some reason she followed suit, and pace in that complete opposite direction.
So she end up here...
"Major Carter?"
And of course, Teal'c was already here.
Had been since she first fled.
They hadn't sought refuge for their dispute in private; they'd done the interesting thing of displaying it.
And in the style of a play, if you will care to imagine.
"Yea?" she stopped, turning towards him and chewing the top of her thumb, as he sat on a broken log.
Somewhere between that ten minutes of pacing, his legs had gotten tired, and...well, he'd opted for a seat.
Legs were getting tired.
"Are you alright? You have pacing for quite some time."
"Not really." She half smiled, and sat next to him. "I'm just," She gestured in the, which oddly turned
out look something between 'egg yolk' and 'coconuts'
"Confused?"
"Yep." She answered quickly, returned the thumb to her mouth, and looking at the floor.
"Do you think I was out of line?" She asked the friend. He was good with advice.
"If we are talking matters between O'Neill and yourself Major Carter, then they cannot be defined as
'Out of line', as they are already out of 'the' line, as you call it."
"Good point." She drew into a black silence.
"Do you love him?"
Her eyes immediately flashed towards his blank expression, which considering it blank, held a lot of meaning.
Her hands came in a remembered contact with her hair.
"God, I don't know. I have a boyfriend and," She looked up as his large hand rested lightly on her shoulder.
"You do not have to lie with me Major Carter. You hold my attention as well as my confidence."
"I wouldn't feel this way if I didn't. Would I?"
"I am as certain of that, as I am of the knowledge that O'Neill, although not well spoken in the matter,
only holds such anger and roughness with the situation because he does no feel so different to you.
Even when he is stubborn and...what is the term...pig-headed?"
She smiled at him. The first real smile all day and approaching a Cheshire cat impersonation.
It was a shame that it didn't glow in the dark really, would have looked pretty cool.
"You know what? Girlfriends are so overrated."
And for the first time in history, Teal'c grinned. Especially for this moment. He'd been saving it actually.
"No, I was not Aware of that Major Carter. Thank you for enlightening me."
"So I should talk to him?"
"Yes."
"But sometimes, he's just so,"
"Pig-headed?" They chuckled quietly.
"Oh yeah."
"Uh, Teal'c..." And here arrives the pig-head.
There stood the object of the argument, affection and disturbance. Colonel Jack 'twitchy' O'Neill.
Sam immediately took a quieter defence, stiffening at the sight of him standing before the two of them.
Teal'c didn't have to be told once.
He bowed and made his exit.
"O'Neill. Major Carter."
And then there were two.
~~~
She stood, folded arms and glassy of complexion. Mouth Shut.
He stood, Arms twitching, Eyes wandering. Hunched.
"So."
"So?"
TBC
------------------------------
Nothing can come close, to this familiar feeling,
You say it all without ever speaking,
Nothing can come close, to this familiar feeling,
You say it all without ever speaking, ---- Chorus of 'Familiar Feeling, by Moloko.
~~~~
Like?
No Like?
Well, if you want a sequel you'll have to feed. Really.
Please.
Please...?
Athena
www.fanfiction.com/~Atheniandream