8/?
Carter woke up on her bed from a deep sleep. She looked around the room and waited for her eyes to focus. She was home, in her house. She didn't even remember driving here. Carter looked at her bedside clock and wondered what woke her up. Then she heard it. Pounding. Hard, frantic pounding on her front door. She rubbed her eyes and rushed to the door, opening it quickly. There, standing before her, was her CO. He looked worried, angry, and annoyed. A look she'd seen many times, but this time it was directed at her. "Sir?"
He waited for her to move over so he could come in, then when the door closed he stood staring at her. God but she was beautiful. "I have been worried sick Carter."
"About what?" She asked, covering her mouth with a yawn. It was five in the afternoon and her nap left her almost as tired as she was before.
"About you!" He said excitedly. "Nobody bothered to tell me that you asked to go home until I had searched the base for an hour and a half!"
"Oh, I'm sorry sir. I thought Gen. Hammond would have told you." She went to her kitchen, knowing O'Neill would follow her.
"Yeah, well, he didn't. And then, when I finally did find out, he wouldn't let me leave to check on you." O'Neill took the water Carter had offered him.
"I wasn't feeling well." She said in an apologetic tone. She really didn't mean to worry him.
"Are you better now?" His anger and annoyance had vanished once he'd vented; now all that remained was his concern.
She nodded, lying. His being so close to her made her feel weak. "I've just felt a bit fatigued."
"Were you sleeping?"
Carter smiled at his guilty look. "I should have gotten up sooner anyway." There was a companionable silence, then Carter asked, "How's Jon?"
O'Neill's jaw clenched. "Nursing a broken nose."
"You didn't?" He smiled, nodding. He was proud of himself. Until he saw Carter frowning. "He said something he shouldn't have said." He tried to explain. "About Sarah." Carter's eyes flashed with something he didn't recognize, then she nodded. At least he hadn't hit Jon because of her. "And, of course, he was bothering you."
"You shouldn't have hit him."
"I got that talk from Hammond." O'Neill said. In order to change the subject he asked, "Have you got an aspirin? I've had the worst headache all day."
She reached into one of cabinets and tossed the bottle to O'Neill. He took two, then tossed it back to her. He downed the pills, then debated on how to ask her the next question. Carter could tell that he wanted to day something, so she waited for him to speak. He looked down at the floor, then back at her. "What did you mean when you said, 'He isn't you'?"
Carter stiffened, not ready to answer the question. She stared at him for a moment, then jumped when the phone rang. Thrilled to have a moment to think, she answered the phone. "I'm sorry, you have the wrong number." After hanging up the phone she paused before turning around to face him. She might as well tell him the truth, because he'd get it out of her somehow. When she turned to him he was studying her.
"Do you know how beautiful you are?" He asked. He knew that as he CO he shouldn't be saying things like that, shouldn't even be thinking them, but he had to say something. He thought he'd lost her when Jon came into the picture. While she didn't have anybody he wasn't worried about anyone taking her from him, but once Jon came back, O'Neill hated to think of having to watch the two of them together. Watching her face as it went from troubled to surprised, then back to troubled, O'Neill realized that he might have crossed that line, and upon doing so, he wasn't received like he expected to be. "Sorry, I shouldn't have said that."
Carter sighed. "That's just it Sir. Jon was you, be he wasn't. I could hear stuff like that from him, I could even say it back, without worrying what it will mean tomorrow when we go back to work."
O'Neill wasn't sure what she meant exactly. Was she saying that she wanted him to say it, or not? "Look Carter, I'm sorry for maybe ruining your evening with him. If he's who you want, I'll support you." Even if it kills me.
She was shaking her head. "He isn't Sir."
O'Neill watched her again. He was so confused. "You didn't enjoy your date with him?"
"It wasn't a date, and we didn't go. We were going to, but I...left before we went anywhere."
"Why?"
"I realized that he wasn't who I wanted."
O'Neill studied Carter's stance. She was on the defensive, prepared for anything he would say. Not being much for words, but one for actions, O'Neill stepped closer to her and brought his arm around her waist. In one smooth motion he had his arms around her and he was kissing her. Soft, delicate kisses at first, because he wasn't sure of her reaction. But when her arms came around his neck and she parted her lips in response, O'Neill deepened the kisses, ravishing her lips as he explored her mouth. When they parted he held for a moment, gently rubbing his hands across her back. "God Carter, I thought I'd lost you there."
Carter smiled against his chest. He'd called her Carter. Not Sam, not Major, but Carter. "You almost did." She confessed. She was about to give up on him. About to move on, if it was possible.
O'Neill stepped back so he could stare at her. He gently ran his hand down her cheek. "I would have fought him to death."
She grinned, knowing that he was telling the truth. She went back into his arms and relished the moment. Everything would work out, she had no doubt about it. Here, in her house with her arms around her CO, the man that she loved, Carter knew that she'd be ok. That everything would be ok.
The End!!!! Hope ya'll enjoyed!
Carter woke up on her bed from a deep sleep. She looked around the room and waited for her eyes to focus. She was home, in her house. She didn't even remember driving here. Carter looked at her bedside clock and wondered what woke her up. Then she heard it. Pounding. Hard, frantic pounding on her front door. She rubbed her eyes and rushed to the door, opening it quickly. There, standing before her, was her CO. He looked worried, angry, and annoyed. A look she'd seen many times, but this time it was directed at her. "Sir?"
He waited for her to move over so he could come in, then when the door closed he stood staring at her. God but she was beautiful. "I have been worried sick Carter."
"About what?" She asked, covering her mouth with a yawn. It was five in the afternoon and her nap left her almost as tired as she was before.
"About you!" He said excitedly. "Nobody bothered to tell me that you asked to go home until I had searched the base for an hour and a half!"
"Oh, I'm sorry sir. I thought Gen. Hammond would have told you." She went to her kitchen, knowing O'Neill would follow her.
"Yeah, well, he didn't. And then, when I finally did find out, he wouldn't let me leave to check on you." O'Neill took the water Carter had offered him.
"I wasn't feeling well." She said in an apologetic tone. She really didn't mean to worry him.
"Are you better now?" His anger and annoyance had vanished once he'd vented; now all that remained was his concern.
She nodded, lying. His being so close to her made her feel weak. "I've just felt a bit fatigued."
"Were you sleeping?"
Carter smiled at his guilty look. "I should have gotten up sooner anyway." There was a companionable silence, then Carter asked, "How's Jon?"
O'Neill's jaw clenched. "Nursing a broken nose."
"You didn't?" He smiled, nodding. He was proud of himself. Until he saw Carter frowning. "He said something he shouldn't have said." He tried to explain. "About Sarah." Carter's eyes flashed with something he didn't recognize, then she nodded. At least he hadn't hit Jon because of her. "And, of course, he was bothering you."
"You shouldn't have hit him."
"I got that talk from Hammond." O'Neill said. In order to change the subject he asked, "Have you got an aspirin? I've had the worst headache all day."
She reached into one of cabinets and tossed the bottle to O'Neill. He took two, then tossed it back to her. He downed the pills, then debated on how to ask her the next question. Carter could tell that he wanted to day something, so she waited for him to speak. He looked down at the floor, then back at her. "What did you mean when you said, 'He isn't you'?"
Carter stiffened, not ready to answer the question. She stared at him for a moment, then jumped when the phone rang. Thrilled to have a moment to think, she answered the phone. "I'm sorry, you have the wrong number." After hanging up the phone she paused before turning around to face him. She might as well tell him the truth, because he'd get it out of her somehow. When she turned to him he was studying her.
"Do you know how beautiful you are?" He asked. He knew that as he CO he shouldn't be saying things like that, shouldn't even be thinking them, but he had to say something. He thought he'd lost her when Jon came into the picture. While she didn't have anybody he wasn't worried about anyone taking her from him, but once Jon came back, O'Neill hated to think of having to watch the two of them together. Watching her face as it went from troubled to surprised, then back to troubled, O'Neill realized that he might have crossed that line, and upon doing so, he wasn't received like he expected to be. "Sorry, I shouldn't have said that."
Carter sighed. "That's just it Sir. Jon was you, be he wasn't. I could hear stuff like that from him, I could even say it back, without worrying what it will mean tomorrow when we go back to work."
O'Neill wasn't sure what she meant exactly. Was she saying that she wanted him to say it, or not? "Look Carter, I'm sorry for maybe ruining your evening with him. If he's who you want, I'll support you." Even if it kills me.
She was shaking her head. "He isn't Sir."
O'Neill watched her again. He was so confused. "You didn't enjoy your date with him?"
"It wasn't a date, and we didn't go. We were going to, but I...left before we went anywhere."
"Why?"
"I realized that he wasn't who I wanted."
O'Neill studied Carter's stance. She was on the defensive, prepared for anything he would say. Not being much for words, but one for actions, O'Neill stepped closer to her and brought his arm around her waist. In one smooth motion he had his arms around her and he was kissing her. Soft, delicate kisses at first, because he wasn't sure of her reaction. But when her arms came around his neck and she parted her lips in response, O'Neill deepened the kisses, ravishing her lips as he explored her mouth. When they parted he held for a moment, gently rubbing his hands across her back. "God Carter, I thought I'd lost you there."
Carter smiled against his chest. He'd called her Carter. Not Sam, not Major, but Carter. "You almost did." She confessed. She was about to give up on him. About to move on, if it was possible.
O'Neill stepped back so he could stare at her. He gently ran his hand down her cheek. "I would have fought him to death."
She grinned, knowing that he was telling the truth. She went back into his arms and relished the moment. Everything would work out, she had no doubt about it. Here, in her house with her arms around her CO, the man that she loved, Carter knew that she'd be ok. That everything would be ok.
The End!!!! Hope ya'll enjoyed!
