Title: Getting to Know You: Part 3
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None
Summary: Charlie and Nathan wreak havoc about the SGC, and the odds continue to stack against Sam with the arrival of Nathan's father.
Author Notes: Set in Season 1, Humour/Drama, Charlie O'Neill IS alive in this story, and Sam has a son with Jonas Hanson.
Disclaimer: All publicly recognisable characters and places are the property of MGM, World Gekko Corp and Double Secret productions. This piece of fan fiction was created for entertainment not monetary purposes and no infringement on copyrights or trademarks was intended. Previously unrecognised characters and places, and this story, are copyrighted to the author. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.
~ Getting to Know You: Part 3 ~
Copyright (c) 2003, Ruth
**********
Sam pulled up in her parking space and looked across at Nathan.
"Nate, if you make any trouble for me today, I..."
"Yeah, okay, whatever.." he said, opening the door.
"I mean it!" she said, "This is important!"
"Sure! I'll just sit down and shut up, is that what you want?"
"I don't want you to get in a fight!" Sam said, "And I want you to be polite!"
**********
Jack looked at Charlie.
"Don't let him provoke you again. Just ignore him!"
"But, dad..."
"I mean it, Charlie! Ignore him! I'll be round to check on you from time to time..."
"Oh, dad...I'm nearly-"
"I know how old you are, Charlie."
"Yes, dad."
**********
After a brief meeting with General Hammond, Sam directed Nathan to a small room that contained just one desk, a cupboard and his arch nemesis - Charlie O'Neill.
The two boys glared at each other, and Sam realised that Jack was also in the room. Avoiding his eyes, she told Nate to sit down and went over to her commanding officer.
"What have we got for them to do?" she asked.
"Untwisting paperclips," Jack said, throwing his son an apologetic look.
Nathan exploded. "WHAT? I'm not sitting here untwisting paperclips!"
"You will do what you are damned well told!" Jack shouted.
"Nathan!" Sam hissed, "This is a punishment, not a holiday. Please, just do what we ask."
Nathan regarded his mother with disdain and sighed deeply, grabbing a box of paperclips and emptying them onto the table. Then, he began to sort through them.
Charlie got his own box out and started to sort them. Sam attempted to build some bridges.
"Don't worry, boys, you won't be doing this all day," she smiled weakly. Charlie just glared at her and Nathan muttered something under his breath but strangely kept his temper.
Sam walked out of the room, followed closely by Colonel O'Neill. He told the airman at the door to make sure that they didn't fight, but they were welcome to destroy the room. The airman swallowed nervously and nodded.
Sam was about to walk away when her Colonel's voice stopped her.
"What sort of discipline have you taught that boy, Carter?" he said, "It obviously isn't enough!"
Sam's temper snapped. "Don't tell me how to raise my own son, Colonel!" she spat, and walked away from him, knowing that she would probably pay for that later.
**********
"Oh, my - did you hear about Carter's son? He's so rude! Apparently he shouted at Colonel O'Neill for no reason!"
"Where'd you hear that?"
"From the man himself! Says that Carter hasn't disciplined him properly - doesn't surprise me at all."
"How old is he? 16? She must have been real young when she had him - that says it all."
"I know. Maybe we should have a talk with her - give her some friendly advice on parenting!"
"Even though you don't have any kids, and neither do I?"
"Come on - you're not telling me that you actually like her?"
"No! I'm just saying that maybe we shouldn't..."
"Are you coming or not?"
**********
Sam slammed the door of her lab behind her and sank to the floor, her back pressed against the door. This was worse than she had imagined - though Nathan had been surprisingly well-behaved. It hadn't seemed that way to anyone else, but Sam knew when her son was trying to be good, and this was one of those days.
She got up from the door and went over to her computer, finding that hard work would be the best thing to take her mind off of her family crisis. She was reaching for a pile of files when there was a knock on her door and two people she really didn't want to see entered.
Kelly and Nina. The SGC gossips. Both were only young lieutenants, which made Sam a superior officer, but she always felt nervous whenever they turned up.
"What can I do for you ladies?" Sam asked, trying to pretend that she cared.
"We've just heard about your son - what's his name again?" Kelly asked, a slight sneer playing around the corner of her mouth. Sam instantly went on the defensive.
"What's your point?" she asked, folding her arms.
"Well, he's rude, impolite, unattractive..."
"What's the matter, Kelly," Sam smiled, "He turn you down for a date?"
"I wouldn't go out with your son if I got paid!" Kelly snapped, annoyed that Sam had been able to get one on her.
"I'm sure he wouldn't go out with you," Sam replied cooly.
"You should be ashamed of the way you brought him up!" Kelly said, the sneer returning, "He's a disgrace to your name!"
"Thank you for that," Sam said, her anger rising as she went to the door. "Now, unless there's anything else you'd like to say..?"
"No. I think that just about wraps it up," Kelly said. "Your son is a freak, Captain Carter. Gonna be just like you."
Sam angrily slammed the door.
"Ooh, dear," said a cool voice from behind her, "Not making any new friends, huh?"
Sam spun around to see Jonas sitting quite cooly on her desk, one leg draped over the other, smoking a cigarette.
"Hey, baby," he smiled.
**********
Charlie and Nathan sat in complete silence, angrily untwisting paperclips.
"This job sucks," Charlie said.
"Yeah," Nathan replied, "That's one thing I'd agree with you on."
"So..." said Charlie, "Your mom and dad are separated too, huh?"
Nathan stiffened. "What's your point?" he asked.
"Nothing, I was just saying that mine are too."
"Good for you," Nathan countered, cursing under his breath as he poked himself with the end of a paperclip.
"I...I live with my dad," Charlie said, "But I see my mum a lot."
"I'd never have guessed that," Nathan said sarcastically, bending over in his seat to pick up a paperclip that he'd dropped on the floor.
Charlie was determined not to be put off, so he continued. "What about you?"
"I live with my dad," Nathan said, clearly not wanting to take the conversation any further.
Like his father, Charlie didn't really know when to stop talking.
"What about your mom?" he asked.
Nathan swallowed his anger. "I don't see her very often, okay? Not very often at all."
Charlie finally realised when to end the conversation, so he went back to his paperclips.
**********
Jonas put out his cigarette, stubbing the butt into Sam's mug of coffee.
"What the hell are you doing here?" she asked, turning her back on him.
"I came to see my son," he said, jumping down off of the table with a thud.
"For christ's sake, Jonas, you see him for over two-thirds of every year!" she snapped, "Why'd you have to come and see him now?"
"There's nothing in the rules to say I can't see him whenever the hell I want!"
he said, with deceptive laziness. Sam could sense the pent-up tension in him from just a meter away, and it was making her nervous.
"He's fine," she said, "But he's a couple of floors up from here."
Jonas sighed, and lit up another cigarette. "Who were those two women in here earlier?"
"No friends of mine," Sam said, reaching over and taking the cigarette out of Jonas' hand, taking a deep drag on it.
"You don't smoke," Jonas said, watching her with interest.
"No, I don't," she replied. "They're young lieutenants - I'm an old woman to them, they find it amusing to tease me."
"Nothing about you is old, baby," Jonas replied, trying to move closer to her.
Sam was instantly on her guard, getting up and walking over to the door, putting the desk between herself and Jonas.
**********
Nathan sighed, and threw the last paperclip in the box.
"What do you say we blow this dump and find something interesting?"
Charlie looked up. "We've been told to stay here."
Nathan smirked. "Aw - are you afraid that daddy will be mad at you?"
"Shut up!" Charlie snapped, "At least I respect my parents!"
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Nathan shouted, standing up and using his height as an advantage over Charlie.
"You treat your mother like crap!" Charlie replied.
Before either of them knew quite what was happening, they were fighting again, fists and feet flying.
"Oh, hell!" the airman on duty moaned, opening the door. "Uh...boys? BOYS? Could ya stop fighting...please?"
Neither of them paid him any attention, so he grabbed Sergeant Siler, who was passing and looking into the room in surprise.
"Siler - get Colonel O'Neill for me now!!"
**********
"Where'd you say he was?" Jonas asked.
"You can't see him," Sam replied evenly.
"I'll see him if I want to see him!" Jonas spat, moving across the room to her side at frightening speed.
"Get out of here!" Sam ordered, "You'll see him in three weeks' time!"
Jonas raised his hand to strike her but at that precice moment the door to her lab burst open and a very angry-looking Colonel O'Neill stood in the doorway.
"Carter! I - who the hell is he?"
"Never mind," Sam said, walking out of her lab and shutting the door in Jonas' face, "What's wrong?"
"They're fighting again," Jack said, and rushed off down the corridor.
Sam groaned and held onto the doorhandle, knowing that she would also regret this later. She pulled a bunch of keys from her pocket and locked the door, ignoring Jonas' cursing and shouting from inside.
"You bitch!"
"I'll let you out later, Jonas, this is important!" she said, running down the corridor towards the room containing her son.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Next time: Sam reaches breaking point, Nathan opens up to Colonel Makepeace and Charlie makes an astounding discovery.
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None
Summary: Charlie and Nathan wreak havoc about the SGC, and the odds continue to stack against Sam with the arrival of Nathan's father.
Author Notes: Set in Season 1, Humour/Drama, Charlie O'Neill IS alive in this story, and Sam has a son with Jonas Hanson.
Disclaimer: All publicly recognisable characters and places are the property of MGM, World Gekko Corp and Double Secret productions. This piece of fan fiction was created for entertainment not monetary purposes and no infringement on copyrights or trademarks was intended. Previously unrecognised characters and places, and this story, are copyrighted to the author. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.
~ Getting to Know You: Part 3 ~
Copyright (c) 2003, Ruth
**********
Sam pulled up in her parking space and looked across at Nathan.
"Nate, if you make any trouble for me today, I..."
"Yeah, okay, whatever.." he said, opening the door.
"I mean it!" she said, "This is important!"
"Sure! I'll just sit down and shut up, is that what you want?"
"I don't want you to get in a fight!" Sam said, "And I want you to be polite!"
**********
Jack looked at Charlie.
"Don't let him provoke you again. Just ignore him!"
"But, dad..."
"I mean it, Charlie! Ignore him! I'll be round to check on you from time to time..."
"Oh, dad...I'm nearly-"
"I know how old you are, Charlie."
"Yes, dad."
**********
After a brief meeting with General Hammond, Sam directed Nathan to a small room that contained just one desk, a cupboard and his arch nemesis - Charlie O'Neill.
The two boys glared at each other, and Sam realised that Jack was also in the room. Avoiding his eyes, she told Nate to sit down and went over to her commanding officer.
"What have we got for them to do?" she asked.
"Untwisting paperclips," Jack said, throwing his son an apologetic look.
Nathan exploded. "WHAT? I'm not sitting here untwisting paperclips!"
"You will do what you are damned well told!" Jack shouted.
"Nathan!" Sam hissed, "This is a punishment, not a holiday. Please, just do what we ask."
Nathan regarded his mother with disdain and sighed deeply, grabbing a box of paperclips and emptying them onto the table. Then, he began to sort through them.
Charlie got his own box out and started to sort them. Sam attempted to build some bridges.
"Don't worry, boys, you won't be doing this all day," she smiled weakly. Charlie just glared at her and Nathan muttered something under his breath but strangely kept his temper.
Sam walked out of the room, followed closely by Colonel O'Neill. He told the airman at the door to make sure that they didn't fight, but they were welcome to destroy the room. The airman swallowed nervously and nodded.
Sam was about to walk away when her Colonel's voice stopped her.
"What sort of discipline have you taught that boy, Carter?" he said, "It obviously isn't enough!"
Sam's temper snapped. "Don't tell me how to raise my own son, Colonel!" she spat, and walked away from him, knowing that she would probably pay for that later.
**********
"Oh, my - did you hear about Carter's son? He's so rude! Apparently he shouted at Colonel O'Neill for no reason!"
"Where'd you hear that?"
"From the man himself! Says that Carter hasn't disciplined him properly - doesn't surprise me at all."
"How old is he? 16? She must have been real young when she had him - that says it all."
"I know. Maybe we should have a talk with her - give her some friendly advice on parenting!"
"Even though you don't have any kids, and neither do I?"
"Come on - you're not telling me that you actually like her?"
"No! I'm just saying that maybe we shouldn't..."
"Are you coming or not?"
**********
Sam slammed the door of her lab behind her and sank to the floor, her back pressed against the door. This was worse than she had imagined - though Nathan had been surprisingly well-behaved. It hadn't seemed that way to anyone else, but Sam knew when her son was trying to be good, and this was one of those days.
She got up from the door and went over to her computer, finding that hard work would be the best thing to take her mind off of her family crisis. She was reaching for a pile of files when there was a knock on her door and two people she really didn't want to see entered.
Kelly and Nina. The SGC gossips. Both were only young lieutenants, which made Sam a superior officer, but she always felt nervous whenever they turned up.
"What can I do for you ladies?" Sam asked, trying to pretend that she cared.
"We've just heard about your son - what's his name again?" Kelly asked, a slight sneer playing around the corner of her mouth. Sam instantly went on the defensive.
"What's your point?" she asked, folding her arms.
"Well, he's rude, impolite, unattractive..."
"What's the matter, Kelly," Sam smiled, "He turn you down for a date?"
"I wouldn't go out with your son if I got paid!" Kelly snapped, annoyed that Sam had been able to get one on her.
"I'm sure he wouldn't go out with you," Sam replied cooly.
"You should be ashamed of the way you brought him up!" Kelly said, the sneer returning, "He's a disgrace to your name!"
"Thank you for that," Sam said, her anger rising as she went to the door. "Now, unless there's anything else you'd like to say..?"
"No. I think that just about wraps it up," Kelly said. "Your son is a freak, Captain Carter. Gonna be just like you."
Sam angrily slammed the door.
"Ooh, dear," said a cool voice from behind her, "Not making any new friends, huh?"
Sam spun around to see Jonas sitting quite cooly on her desk, one leg draped over the other, smoking a cigarette.
"Hey, baby," he smiled.
**********
Charlie and Nathan sat in complete silence, angrily untwisting paperclips.
"This job sucks," Charlie said.
"Yeah," Nathan replied, "That's one thing I'd agree with you on."
"So..." said Charlie, "Your mom and dad are separated too, huh?"
Nathan stiffened. "What's your point?" he asked.
"Nothing, I was just saying that mine are too."
"Good for you," Nathan countered, cursing under his breath as he poked himself with the end of a paperclip.
"I...I live with my dad," Charlie said, "But I see my mum a lot."
"I'd never have guessed that," Nathan said sarcastically, bending over in his seat to pick up a paperclip that he'd dropped on the floor.
Charlie was determined not to be put off, so he continued. "What about you?"
"I live with my dad," Nathan said, clearly not wanting to take the conversation any further.
Like his father, Charlie didn't really know when to stop talking.
"What about your mom?" he asked.
Nathan swallowed his anger. "I don't see her very often, okay? Not very often at all."
Charlie finally realised when to end the conversation, so he went back to his paperclips.
**********
Jonas put out his cigarette, stubbing the butt into Sam's mug of coffee.
"What the hell are you doing here?" she asked, turning her back on him.
"I came to see my son," he said, jumping down off of the table with a thud.
"For christ's sake, Jonas, you see him for over two-thirds of every year!" she snapped, "Why'd you have to come and see him now?"
"There's nothing in the rules to say I can't see him whenever the hell I want!"
he said, with deceptive laziness. Sam could sense the pent-up tension in him from just a meter away, and it was making her nervous.
"He's fine," she said, "But he's a couple of floors up from here."
Jonas sighed, and lit up another cigarette. "Who were those two women in here earlier?"
"No friends of mine," Sam said, reaching over and taking the cigarette out of Jonas' hand, taking a deep drag on it.
"You don't smoke," Jonas said, watching her with interest.
"No, I don't," she replied. "They're young lieutenants - I'm an old woman to them, they find it amusing to tease me."
"Nothing about you is old, baby," Jonas replied, trying to move closer to her.
Sam was instantly on her guard, getting up and walking over to the door, putting the desk between herself and Jonas.
**********
Nathan sighed, and threw the last paperclip in the box.
"What do you say we blow this dump and find something interesting?"
Charlie looked up. "We've been told to stay here."
Nathan smirked. "Aw - are you afraid that daddy will be mad at you?"
"Shut up!" Charlie snapped, "At least I respect my parents!"
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Nathan shouted, standing up and using his height as an advantage over Charlie.
"You treat your mother like crap!" Charlie replied.
Before either of them knew quite what was happening, they were fighting again, fists and feet flying.
"Oh, hell!" the airman on duty moaned, opening the door. "Uh...boys? BOYS? Could ya stop fighting...please?"
Neither of them paid him any attention, so he grabbed Sergeant Siler, who was passing and looking into the room in surprise.
"Siler - get Colonel O'Neill for me now!!"
**********
"Where'd you say he was?" Jonas asked.
"You can't see him," Sam replied evenly.
"I'll see him if I want to see him!" Jonas spat, moving across the room to her side at frightening speed.
"Get out of here!" Sam ordered, "You'll see him in three weeks' time!"
Jonas raised his hand to strike her but at that precice moment the door to her lab burst open and a very angry-looking Colonel O'Neill stood in the doorway.
"Carter! I - who the hell is he?"
"Never mind," Sam said, walking out of her lab and shutting the door in Jonas' face, "What's wrong?"
"They're fighting again," Jack said, and rushed off down the corridor.
Sam groaned and held onto the doorhandle, knowing that she would also regret this later. She pulled a bunch of keys from her pocket and locked the door, ignoring Jonas' cursing and shouting from inside.
"You bitch!"
"I'll let you out later, Jonas, this is important!" she said, running down the corridor towards the room containing her son.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Next time: Sam reaches breaking point, Nathan opens up to Colonel Makepeace and Charlie makes an astounding discovery.