Title: Red Wine on a Vanilla Sky-Part 3
Author: atheniandream/Jawbreakerchick/Paisleychick, my alter egos :)
Email: atheniandream@aol.com
Content Warnings: Love, fighting, torment and all kinds of crap. Little humour.
Pairings: S/J
Spoilers: Not in this part. Maybe in the future ones though...
Season: Seven.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Third part of the story. When worlds collide.
Author's notes: Got bored, and decided to write, whala!
Archive: Sam and Jack please, Everywhere ANYWHERE, my sites broke!!!
Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING. I know this.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Red Wine on a Vanilla Sky-Part Three
Dedicated to MRU1980, thanks for the muse!! ;-)
========
When the storm is brewing, and you don't take the road less travel...
~~~
"So."
"So?"
They both just stood there.
Looking at each other.
Not looking at each other.
Finally, one of them had the courage to resolve the silence.
And look which Colonel took 'stand' first...
"I think we should, talk."
"Talk? Okay, talk away..." Could her sarcasm hit at a better point?
Feeling as if he'd been slapped into the deep end with less than twenty/twenty vision as a great
white pursued him, could not explain the look on his face...
"Look, if you want to break it down, this is all your fault. If you had said something in the-"
His tirade of explanation, Served at that moment, to rudely strike an even worse note than it had earlier.
His eyes blackened in fear of her searing and frankly, unwelcoming stare.
"What?" Her voice was now deadened and low as it ground against her back teeth like it were steel.
Not that he was listening. "Hmm?"
"My fault? You think this is all *my* FAULT??? You. Are. AN. ASSHOLE! Do you understand that?"
Before he could even process the attempt to retaliate, she pursued.
"You come here, and for what? What do you hope to accomplish, huh? You wanna resolve this? Because
I have seen no evidence of that, Mr."
She started to move closer, every small step, made him jump skin as she continued.
"You wanna start another fight! Do you think, for one second, Colonel Jonathon O'Neill, that you are up
to the challenge?"
She was now pointing the finger; every inch of her usual bronzed face was turning from a crimson
colour to the brightest 'bull' red he'd ever seen.
"Because I know you! I know that you are not half as tough as you make out!"
Trying not to fixate on the how the words make' and 'out' were so...
"Huh!" She taunted him.
And how she'd managed to smooth them in, making it sound so...
"WELL?" She tried to provoke something worth fighting with, but,
"Come on Mr tough-shot, show me what you're made of because I am-"
"You don't know how tough I make out!" His outburst was short lived.
She hissed at him.
She actually, down right hissed at him.
Hunching her shoulders, whitening her eyes, she hissed at him.
If that was a strong attempt to raise his anger levels, then Sam was right on the button.
For: 'The bull that hath been shown the red rag, hath venom to bite with also'
"Carter! Maybe I remind you that you're the one with the boyfriend! Okay? This is not just my fault."
He tried to end his point on a less threatening medium. As well as a less masculine note.
However, long story short-It didn't have a 'rat's ass' chance of working.
And therefore failed.
"You know what Jack?" And there went the pointing finer at full propulsion. "You're right!
Every time, you're right! You were right about 'everything. Is that good enough? Because I'm
sorry if for once I tried at something tangible that wasn't you. I'm sorry, if I tried to make
something work that wasn't, that wasn't some lame attempt at misplaced sarcasm and an agitation of life!"
"I'll have you know that my sarcasm is excellently placed!"
"You're not normal!!"
"Oh! That's peachy coming from Ms-I-must-spend-every-possible-moment-in-life-studying-little-weird-balls-of-metal."
"I'm a astrophysicist! That's what we do! You don't listen to anything I say?"
"Do you have breasts?"
Uh-oh.
"WHAT?"
How he managed to avoid a hint of sarcasm and push straight to sexism and chauvinistic disrespect eluded them both.
Now she was, almost, without a shadow of a doubt officially stalking him.
Her finger came out at full swing once more, and behind it pace Major Carter to one,
Damned,
Scared,
Colonel.
"I just meant that it had to be obvious." His hands took refuge in his pockets, and if she'd been
the opposite of he current state right now, i.e. happy, as apposed to livid, she probably would
have kissed him just by his boyish look alone.
But unfortunately he'd pissed her just a tad past the 'ok' point, right the 'not okay' point.
Her tone became so intimately laced, and woven into her feelings, that it scared him now, joking and sarcasm aside.
She wasn't just out to vent frustrations, because he'd never know her to be mad.
This had to be lower than just 'boyfriend' issues, and the mood had set accordingly as if the sky
around them was laying and delighting in their display.
"It's like you don't,"
She was getting closer, now, one fist clenched in tight swollen ball as the other pointed, led her.
Her eyes dulled in the glare that surrounded them.
"Even care. Like you think I don't care. Look, I didn't want to change things, but I had to." At that
the expression in her voice lingered, colouring him officially scared and unaware of her. "Aren't you
tired of going to bed alone?"
She was now less than a metre away from him, and god he smell her...
"Of having no one to share your day with?"
His eyes focused on her lips, and how the roundly each-little-word-
Perfectly.
"Of having that thing, that no one else has?"
A blurring toxicity emulated from her breath boring holes into his brain.
He was starting to get the idea, that not just hathor had the 'control' thing down...
He almost felt the air around her chest move, lips pursing. Making him ache.
Making completely
Under,
The
Control
Of
Her
Spell.
"He's asked me to move in with him."
Silence once again, like always, cloaked them both into submission, but the scenery
around them didn't take their eyes away from an inevitable...
"I hope you live happy ever after."
He shouldn't have spat the words out.
That was the wrong card to play...
Without a blink, her left fist flew with every inch of power and passion and hatred,
distain, anger, shock and pure terror than she could will, and with every ounce calm
intention he stopped her, his rough hand clenching at her wrist until it lost itself
in limp effect as he claimed her mouth too quickly and smoothly for her to react.
Her head jolted, backing away from him as he kept hold of the wrist.
She faltered almost instantly, her eyes watering and shining around the brims.
"Are you guys okay?" Daniel entered the vicinity, Followed by Teal'c, whom together
possessed an obvious bad timing to match the bad moment, and bad feelings, and
everything that was definably bad about the situation.
They hadn't been looking at anything else, eyes still fixed, teeth clenched, until she
wrenched her hand from his grip.
"We're fine." Behind gritted and vicious expression, she got the hell out of there.
Behind her, Daniel And Teal'c immediately turned to Jack.
"Don't say a word." He hissed. "Don't say anything."
Tbc
~~
'On and on from the moment I wake,
To the moment I sleep,
I'll be there by your side,
Just you try and stop me,
I'll be waiting in line,
Just to see if you care.'~~ From 'Shiver' By Coldplay, the song that wrote this fic...
Of course it wasn't me...
~~
The fourth part, Ah-hoy-hoy...
You like?
Feed anyway,
Athena
"Oh, I'm a poetician. It's like a politician except we use words for expression
and not as Bullsh*t."-Athena
Author: atheniandream/Jawbreakerchick/Paisleychick, my alter egos :)
Email: atheniandream@aol.com
Content Warnings: Love, fighting, torment and all kinds of crap. Little humour.
Pairings: S/J
Spoilers: Not in this part. Maybe in the future ones though...
Season: Seven.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Third part of the story. When worlds collide.
Author's notes: Got bored, and decided to write, whala!
Archive: Sam and Jack please, Everywhere ANYWHERE, my sites broke!!!
Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING. I know this.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Red Wine on a Vanilla Sky-Part Three
Dedicated to MRU1980, thanks for the muse!! ;-)
========
When the storm is brewing, and you don't take the road less travel...
~~~
"So."
"So?"
They both just stood there.
Looking at each other.
Not looking at each other.
Finally, one of them had the courage to resolve the silence.
And look which Colonel took 'stand' first...
"I think we should, talk."
"Talk? Okay, talk away..." Could her sarcasm hit at a better point?
Feeling as if he'd been slapped into the deep end with less than twenty/twenty vision as a great
white pursued him, could not explain the look on his face...
"Look, if you want to break it down, this is all your fault. If you had said something in the-"
His tirade of explanation, Served at that moment, to rudely strike an even worse note than it had earlier.
His eyes blackened in fear of her searing and frankly, unwelcoming stare.
"What?" Her voice was now deadened and low as it ground against her back teeth like it were steel.
Not that he was listening. "Hmm?"
"My fault? You think this is all *my* FAULT??? You. Are. AN. ASSHOLE! Do you understand that?"
Before he could even process the attempt to retaliate, she pursued.
"You come here, and for what? What do you hope to accomplish, huh? You wanna resolve this? Because
I have seen no evidence of that, Mr."
She started to move closer, every small step, made him jump skin as she continued.
"You wanna start another fight! Do you think, for one second, Colonel Jonathon O'Neill, that you are up
to the challenge?"
She was now pointing the finger; every inch of her usual bronzed face was turning from a crimson
colour to the brightest 'bull' red he'd ever seen.
"Because I know you! I know that you are not half as tough as you make out!"
Trying not to fixate on the how the words make' and 'out' were so...
"Huh!" She taunted him.
And how she'd managed to smooth them in, making it sound so...
"WELL?" She tried to provoke something worth fighting with, but,
"Come on Mr tough-shot, show me what you're made of because I am-"
"You don't know how tough I make out!" His outburst was short lived.
She hissed at him.
She actually, down right hissed at him.
Hunching her shoulders, whitening her eyes, she hissed at him.
If that was a strong attempt to raise his anger levels, then Sam was right on the button.
For: 'The bull that hath been shown the red rag, hath venom to bite with also'
"Carter! Maybe I remind you that you're the one with the boyfriend! Okay? This is not just my fault."
He tried to end his point on a less threatening medium. As well as a less masculine note.
However, long story short-It didn't have a 'rat's ass' chance of working.
And therefore failed.
"You know what Jack?" And there went the pointing finer at full propulsion. "You're right!
Every time, you're right! You were right about 'everything. Is that good enough? Because I'm
sorry if for once I tried at something tangible that wasn't you. I'm sorry, if I tried to make
something work that wasn't, that wasn't some lame attempt at misplaced sarcasm and an agitation of life!"
"I'll have you know that my sarcasm is excellently placed!"
"You're not normal!!"
"Oh! That's peachy coming from Ms-I-must-spend-every-possible-moment-in-life-studying-little-weird-balls-of-metal."
"I'm a astrophysicist! That's what we do! You don't listen to anything I say?"
"Do you have breasts?"
Uh-oh.
"WHAT?"
How he managed to avoid a hint of sarcasm and push straight to sexism and chauvinistic disrespect eluded them both.
Now she was, almost, without a shadow of a doubt officially stalking him.
Her finger came out at full swing once more, and behind it pace Major Carter to one,
Damned,
Scared,
Colonel.
"I just meant that it had to be obvious." His hands took refuge in his pockets, and if she'd been
the opposite of he current state right now, i.e. happy, as apposed to livid, she probably would
have kissed him just by his boyish look alone.
But unfortunately he'd pissed her just a tad past the 'ok' point, right the 'not okay' point.
Her tone became so intimately laced, and woven into her feelings, that it scared him now, joking and sarcasm aside.
She wasn't just out to vent frustrations, because he'd never know her to be mad.
This had to be lower than just 'boyfriend' issues, and the mood had set accordingly as if the sky
around them was laying and delighting in their display.
"It's like you don't,"
She was getting closer, now, one fist clenched in tight swollen ball as the other pointed, led her.
Her eyes dulled in the glare that surrounded them.
"Even care. Like you think I don't care. Look, I didn't want to change things, but I had to." At that
the expression in her voice lingered, colouring him officially scared and unaware of her. "Aren't you
tired of going to bed alone?"
She was now less than a metre away from him, and god he smell her...
"Of having no one to share your day with?"
His eyes focused on her lips, and how the roundly each-little-word-
Perfectly.
"Of having that thing, that no one else has?"
A blurring toxicity emulated from her breath boring holes into his brain.
He was starting to get the idea, that not just hathor had the 'control' thing down...
He almost felt the air around her chest move, lips pursing. Making him ache.
Making completely
Under,
The
Control
Of
Her
Spell.
"He's asked me to move in with him."
Silence once again, like always, cloaked them both into submission, but the scenery
around them didn't take their eyes away from an inevitable...
"I hope you live happy ever after."
He shouldn't have spat the words out.
That was the wrong card to play...
Without a blink, her left fist flew with every inch of power and passion and hatred,
distain, anger, shock and pure terror than she could will, and with every ounce calm
intention he stopped her, his rough hand clenching at her wrist until it lost itself
in limp effect as he claimed her mouth too quickly and smoothly for her to react.
Her head jolted, backing away from him as he kept hold of the wrist.
She faltered almost instantly, her eyes watering and shining around the brims.
"Are you guys okay?" Daniel entered the vicinity, Followed by Teal'c, whom together
possessed an obvious bad timing to match the bad moment, and bad feelings, and
everything that was definably bad about the situation.
They hadn't been looking at anything else, eyes still fixed, teeth clenched, until she
wrenched her hand from his grip.
"We're fine." Behind gritted and vicious expression, she got the hell out of there.
Behind her, Daniel And Teal'c immediately turned to Jack.
"Don't say a word." He hissed. "Don't say anything."
Tbc
~~
'On and on from the moment I wake,
To the moment I sleep,
I'll be there by your side,
Just you try and stop me,
I'll be waiting in line,
Just to see if you care.'~~ From 'Shiver' By Coldplay, the song that wrote this fic...
Of course it wasn't me...
~~
The fourth part, Ah-hoy-hoy...
You like?
Feed anyway,
Athena
"Oh, I'm a poetician. It's like a politician except we use words for expression
and not as Bullsh*t."-Athena