He did kiss her.
They didn't do more than kiss, though, since the campers would be actively searching them out, and Jack and Sam neither one had any desire to be caught in a compromising position – especially by a child. So they held each other in the dark, kissing and simply enjoying what intimacy they could share while they waited for the horn to sound that would announce the campers had been released to come searching for them. For two people that had kept their feelings at bay for so long, even the simple touch they were sharing was more than enough.
The horn sounded, and Jack grinned. He took Sam's hand and led her just a little deeper into the woods, into a dense area of trees and undergrowth.
"There'd better not be any poison ivy," Carter complained as a branch snapped back and came very close to hitting her in the face.
"If there was any poison ivy out here, you'd already know about it, Sam." Jack told her, reminding her of their evening in the brush during the capture the flag game.
"Good point."
O'Neill found a good, soft spot for them to sit in. One that would keep them from being silhouetted in the moonlight and make them easy to find. Jack was all for playing the game, but he wasn't going to make it easy on the campers if he could avoid it. He made himself comfortable, put an arm around Carter, and waited.
~*~
"Come on!" Andrew and Simon were rushing out of the cabin as soon as they heard the horn, followed closely by the other boys of China. They'd all been waiting eagerly, all anxious to get out there and find their counselors. Finding any of the counselors would be great, but of course, they were really intent on catching Daniel, Jack and Murray.
"Shawn? You coming?" The last boy out of the cabin was surprised to see that Shawn was still sitting on his bunk.
"Yeah, go on ahead, though. I'll be out in a minute."
Shawn waited until he was sure none of the others were going to come back, then he slid something out from under his pillow, put it in his pocket and jumped off his bed. He was a little ashamed of himself for what he'd done, but excitement was building and as he walked to the door and past Jack's bunk, he pulled his shoulders back a little, and stuck his chest out. He was going to be like Jack.
The youngster avoided the other campers once he made his way out into the dark of the night. He didn't take a flashlight or a whistle – in his excitement and nervousness, he'd forgotten both. His fingers touched the object in his pocket, and he pulled it out once he was certain that none of the others could see him. Then, stealthily, he made his way through the brush, pretending that he was an Air Force Colonel on a dangerous mission, searching through the woods for the enemy. The enemy that didn't actually had a face, since Shawn didn't actually fear anyone enough to make them into his unseen foe.
He found a few of the other campers, but he avoided them still, veering off when he saw the light of flashlights and the boisterous noisy chatter and yells as they ran through the woods. He wasn't searching for any of the counselors. The absolute last thing Shawn wanted was to find a counselor. He was just using the excuse to be out alone in the woods as a chance to pretend to be someone he wasn't. Something he wasn't. But someone that he would be like some day. He even had the ultimate prop for that daydream, and he held it in front of him as he walked, moving it around like he'd seen on TV, turning his head every now and then when he heard a noise that he didn't recognize immediately.
He was pretty deep in the woods, but he wasn't afraid. Jack wouldn't be afraid, and Shawn wasn't, either. Nothing was out here that he couldn't handle, after all. He made his way past a large boulder, and stepped on a branch, the noise sounding like a firecracker in the stillness of the forest. And still he moved on, the daring Air Force Seal seeking the elusive enemy.
~~**~
"Shh..." Jack heard the noise of someone approaching his hiding spot, and he grinned at Carter, who was sitting close to him. She had to admit she was hoping someone would find them soon. Not that she didn't enjoy the time with O'Neill, but her rear was getting cold, and her muscles were beginning to cramp from sitting so long in the same position. It would be nice to be captured and taken to the gym where she could get a cup of coffee. Of course, Jack was having none of that. He wanted to stay out as long as he could. The competitive side of him definitely taking over when it came to possibly being caught.
Sam rolled her eyes, causing Jack to grin. He knew she was restless, and he had to admit that she was being a good sport. They could have been caught a long time ago if it weren't for him, he knew. He shrugged, telling her with a look that if she wanted them to be captured, he'd go along with it. They'd probably lasted as long as anyone. Maybe longer than everyone else. Who knew? That was all that mattered to him. He didn't want to be the first one caught.
She nodded, and stood up, more than ready to stretch her legs. Taking the flashlight that Gary had given them, Sam stretched as she waited for the approaching person. Whoever it was was in for a treat, since he or she was going to have two counselors for the price of one capture. She and Jack hadn't separated like the other teams of counselors most likely had. Jack rolled his eyes and stood up as well, and heard whoever was approaching step on a branch. It was a loud crack. One that Jack would have never allowed if it had been him out searching the woods. Of course, he wasn't nine or ten, either.
They stood in the dark; the moon behind a cloud and not giving off any illumination, and faintly saw the small form approach closer. Sam coughed to give him or her a slight warning, and then shined their flashlight on the figure. Who gasped in surprise and turned toward them, eyes wide even in the pale light. Carter shined the light on the person, and Jack stepped forward at the same instant, prepared to surrender to whoever it was. And in the beam of the flashlight, he came to a sudden stop, no more than three feet away from the boy. It was Shawn. A stunned looking Shawn, his hand thrown forward at the light and the motion, and Jack found himself staring down the dark barrel of his own gun.
They didn't do more than kiss, though, since the campers would be actively searching them out, and Jack and Sam neither one had any desire to be caught in a compromising position – especially by a child. So they held each other in the dark, kissing and simply enjoying what intimacy they could share while they waited for the horn to sound that would announce the campers had been released to come searching for them. For two people that had kept their feelings at bay for so long, even the simple touch they were sharing was more than enough.
The horn sounded, and Jack grinned. He took Sam's hand and led her just a little deeper into the woods, into a dense area of trees and undergrowth.
"There'd better not be any poison ivy," Carter complained as a branch snapped back and came very close to hitting her in the face.
"If there was any poison ivy out here, you'd already know about it, Sam." Jack told her, reminding her of their evening in the brush during the capture the flag game.
"Good point."
O'Neill found a good, soft spot for them to sit in. One that would keep them from being silhouetted in the moonlight and make them easy to find. Jack was all for playing the game, but he wasn't going to make it easy on the campers if he could avoid it. He made himself comfortable, put an arm around Carter, and waited.
~*~
"Come on!" Andrew and Simon were rushing out of the cabin as soon as they heard the horn, followed closely by the other boys of China. They'd all been waiting eagerly, all anxious to get out there and find their counselors. Finding any of the counselors would be great, but of course, they were really intent on catching Daniel, Jack and Murray.
"Shawn? You coming?" The last boy out of the cabin was surprised to see that Shawn was still sitting on his bunk.
"Yeah, go on ahead, though. I'll be out in a minute."
Shawn waited until he was sure none of the others were going to come back, then he slid something out from under his pillow, put it in his pocket and jumped off his bed. He was a little ashamed of himself for what he'd done, but excitement was building and as he walked to the door and past Jack's bunk, he pulled his shoulders back a little, and stuck his chest out. He was going to be like Jack.
The youngster avoided the other campers once he made his way out into the dark of the night. He didn't take a flashlight or a whistle – in his excitement and nervousness, he'd forgotten both. His fingers touched the object in his pocket, and he pulled it out once he was certain that none of the others could see him. Then, stealthily, he made his way through the brush, pretending that he was an Air Force Colonel on a dangerous mission, searching through the woods for the enemy. The enemy that didn't actually had a face, since Shawn didn't actually fear anyone enough to make them into his unseen foe.
He found a few of the other campers, but he avoided them still, veering off when he saw the light of flashlights and the boisterous noisy chatter and yells as they ran through the woods. He wasn't searching for any of the counselors. The absolute last thing Shawn wanted was to find a counselor. He was just using the excuse to be out alone in the woods as a chance to pretend to be someone he wasn't. Something he wasn't. But someone that he would be like some day. He even had the ultimate prop for that daydream, and he held it in front of him as he walked, moving it around like he'd seen on TV, turning his head every now and then when he heard a noise that he didn't recognize immediately.
He was pretty deep in the woods, but he wasn't afraid. Jack wouldn't be afraid, and Shawn wasn't, either. Nothing was out here that he couldn't handle, after all. He made his way past a large boulder, and stepped on a branch, the noise sounding like a firecracker in the stillness of the forest. And still he moved on, the daring Air Force Seal seeking the elusive enemy.
~~**~
"Shh..." Jack heard the noise of someone approaching his hiding spot, and he grinned at Carter, who was sitting close to him. She had to admit she was hoping someone would find them soon. Not that she didn't enjoy the time with O'Neill, but her rear was getting cold, and her muscles were beginning to cramp from sitting so long in the same position. It would be nice to be captured and taken to the gym where she could get a cup of coffee. Of course, Jack was having none of that. He wanted to stay out as long as he could. The competitive side of him definitely taking over when it came to possibly being caught.
Sam rolled her eyes, causing Jack to grin. He knew she was restless, and he had to admit that she was being a good sport. They could have been caught a long time ago if it weren't for him, he knew. He shrugged, telling her with a look that if she wanted them to be captured, he'd go along with it. They'd probably lasted as long as anyone. Maybe longer than everyone else. Who knew? That was all that mattered to him. He didn't want to be the first one caught.
She nodded, and stood up, more than ready to stretch her legs. Taking the flashlight that Gary had given them, Sam stretched as she waited for the approaching person. Whoever it was was in for a treat, since he or she was going to have two counselors for the price of one capture. She and Jack hadn't separated like the other teams of counselors most likely had. Jack rolled his eyes and stood up as well, and heard whoever was approaching step on a branch. It was a loud crack. One that Jack would have never allowed if it had been him out searching the woods. Of course, he wasn't nine or ten, either.
They stood in the dark; the moon behind a cloud and not giving off any illumination, and faintly saw the small form approach closer. Sam coughed to give him or her a slight warning, and then shined their flashlight on the figure. Who gasped in surprise and turned toward them, eyes wide even in the pale light. Carter shined the light on the person, and Jack stepped forward at the same instant, prepared to surrender to whoever it was. And in the beam of the flashlight, he came to a sudden stop, no more than three feet away from the boy. It was Shawn. A stunned looking Shawn, his hand thrown forward at the light and the motion, and Jack found himself staring down the dark barrel of his own gun.