Title: A Major and her Sparring Partner
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Season 4 "Divide and Conquer" and "Entity"
Season: 6 (only because Jonas is in it)
Summary: Jack's in shock after Sam reveals a surprise while arguing with him.
Author's Note: No massive warnings just a lot of "interaction" between Sam and Jack if you know what I mean.
Disclaimer: Okay I don't own Stargate SG-1 or anything to do with it's universe, you know that and I know that so lets not bring it up I also don't own anything to do with The Simpsons, just using it for the argument sequence. I do own the plot though.
Author's Note 2: A massive thanks to everyone who mass reviewed, I got so many it encouraged me to keep working and not just procrastinate so if you guys want another chapter soon keep reviewing! Also can anyone spot the not-so-hidden reference of a season 6 episode in here?
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"Bye!" Sam yelled from her spot on the porch of Jack's house as Janet and Jonas pulled away. She inhaled deeply; attempting to get rid of the nagging sadness worming it's way into her heart. 'Get a hold of yourself Sam, this should be the happiest day of your life.' She scolded herself but the sadness just seeped in a bit deeper. Taking in another breath, she turned and went inside.
"Ready to go?" Jack asked as he grabbed a jacket and his car keys.
"Go? Go where?" Sam asked as Jack handed her a jacket.
"Well I was thinking you might want a change of clothes but if you don't..." Jack trailed off in his usual sarcastic manner while he opened the door.
Sam pulled on the oversized jacket and walked out the door but not before pausing and kissing Jack, "Thank you for being so sweet."
"Hey! If it gets me more of that I'll be sweet enough to give you cavities!" Jack called as he closed the door and headed down to his truck.
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"Make yourself at home!" Sam called from her bedroom as Jack wandered around the living room.
"Did you know your house is much nicer than mine?" Jack called as he inspected Sam's mantle.
"No, just cleaner." Sam called from down the hall.
"But you have cute little knickknacks." Jack said looking at the heaps of picture frames, candles and little figurines.
"Well my little knickknacks are your little knickknacks." Sam grinned as she walked into the room.
"Feeling better?" Jack asked putting down a small cat figurine.
"What do you mean?" Sam asked.
"Come on Sam, I've spent nearly everyday with you for the past six years, I know when you're in a mood." Jack said walking over to his soon-to-be wife.
"Sorry, I've just been thinking about what Janet said." Sam said as she wrapped her arms around Jack's waist.
"About Hammond?" Jack asked resting his chin on the top of her head.
"Yeah." Sam murmured as she nuzzled her head into Jack's chest.
"Well don't worry, I've got everything planned out." Jack said.
"Oh really?" Sam asked lifting her eyebrows in mock interest.
"Yes, I'll hand in my resignation tomorrow morning." Jack said confidently.
"Why in the hell would you go and do something like that?" Sam asked pulling away from Jack.
"Come on Sam, I know how important the program is to you and besides I'm getting too old to outrun legions of Jaffa. My body just can't handle the stress anymore." Jack explained.
"Well did you ever stop and think that maybe I want to retire?" Sam asked indignantly.
"No." Jack answered boldly. "No I did not, besides why in the hell would you want to retire? It's not like you'd spend the time watching *The Simpsons* or anything."
"I have plenty of reasons why I want to retire thank you very much. And for your information I happen to love *The Simpsons*." Sam answered back just as boldly.
"Oh yeah...give me one good reason why you would want to retire." Jack asked in his usual smug fashion.
"Motherhood." Sam said back just as smugly.
"Motherhood?" Jack asked suddenly completely confused.
"Yes motherhood. Jack I don't want to go running around the universe putting my life on the line while I leave our kids at home. I want to be there for them and watch them do all of the things my mom never got to see me do." Sam replied, her tone slowly getting softer.
"You want to have kids with me?" Jack asked, his voice nearly a whisper and laced with disbelief.
"Of course I want to have kids with you Jack. If I want to be your wife why wouldn't I want to have your kids?" Sam asked with much more compassion in her voice.
"Well I...I just figured..." Jack stuttered, his mind still unable to really believe what she was telling him.
"Jack I love every part of you, your faults and your triumphs, everything." Sam said, slowly walking back towards Jack, "Besides, think of what our kids would be like..."
Jack smirked, "Your brains and my sense of humor, now there's trouble."
Sam smirked happily at her fiancé's new thoughts; 'He probably didn't expect me to want kids after what happened to Charlie,'
"They'll have your looks, my love of fishing and *The Simpsons* and one of them will be named Thor." Jack beamed ear to ear just before he leaned down and kissed Sam.
"I think that last part is up for negotiation." Sam said seriously despite the fact her entire face looked happy.
"Come on, just think of it, Thor O'Neill." Jack said.
"Sounds like a secret agent name to me." Sam said scrunching her seamless features.
"Exactly!" Jack smiled.
Sam pulled out of Jack's arms and headed back towards her bedroom, "I'm surprised you don't want to name one of them Enterprise."
"See Sam! Now you're in the spirit!" Jack called after her.
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Sam and Jack pulled back into his driveway about a half-hour later and somehow got all of the bags Sam brought from home into Jack's house in one trip, much thanks to Jack who somehow managed to carry four bags *and* open the door.
"Geez Sammie," Jack huffed, dropping two bags right next to the door, "you never pack this much when we go off world."
"Yeah well off world all I need are the clothes on my back and a gun but when temporarily moving in with my brand new fiancé I need this," Sam said pulling something out of the duffle bag over her shoulder. She grabbed two strings, shook and it unfurled.
'Praise Thor...' Jack thought to himself as he stood staring at his fiancée. In her hands hung a lacy, *see-though*, piece of lingerie *complete* with leather garter belt straps.
"Oh ho *yes* you *definitely* need that..." Jack said with a smirk, "and many, many, many, many, many, many, many more like it."
"Do you approve of the bags now?" Sam asked putting the lingerie back into her bag.
"If they're filled with those I'm never letting go." Jack answered.
"Really? Never? Too bad..." Sam said dropping her bags and heading down the hall towards Jack's room.
"Oh ho ho..." Jack grunted dropping the bags in his arms and running down the hall.
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Sam sighed as she cuddled closer to Jack's bare chest, who seemed quite content to just continue drawing small circles on her back with his fingers.
"So," Sam said dreamily, "we never did decide which of us is going to retire."
"Aw Sam! Way to ruin a perfectly good moment." Jack whined.
"They'll be plenty of more good moments for you *after* we have this figured out." Sam teased.
"Well in that case, let's get this worked out." Jack grinned. "I'll retire then when we decide to have kids you'll retire."
"One little problem Jack, have you ever heard of a little thing called income? Besides I've been thinking, maybe Hammond won't split us up." Sam said as she snuggled closer.
"What brought on this sudden theory?" Jack asked.
"Well think about it Jack, ever since we took the Zatarc test Hammond's known about our feelings and since then a lot has happened, hell you've killed me." Sam said.
"Yeah, that's true, besides we are Hammond's favorites." Jack said with another grin. "So is this all worked out now?"
"What do you think?" Sam asked.
"I think we have twelve more hours before we have to report back to the base and I'm going use every moment to my advantage." Jack smiled as he looked at Sam.
"Pretty confident in yourself there fly-boy." Sam grinned wickedly.
"You have no idea." Jack purred as he kissed Sam.
"I just have one more question." Sam said quickly.
"Aw Sam!" Jack squeaked. "Don't make me order you to stop asking questions."
"That's exactly it, when we're on base do we go back to "sir" and "colonel"?" Sam asked.
"How about this, I'll call you Carter and you call me sir but we say it with a lot of passion and sexual undertones." Jack grinned in his own wicked manner.
"That's pretty specific, how long have you been planning that little scenario?" Sam asked innocently.
"Since the moment I met you and the idea of ordering you to run into my arms popped into my head, so about six and a half years." Jack's brown eyes sparkled with unbridled passion.
"Yeah?" Sam asked crawling out of Jack's bed and standing at the foot.
"What are you doing?" Jack asked half-sitting up.
"Well *sir* aren't you going to order me to do something?" Sam asked seductively.
"Major Samantha Jean Carter of the United States Air Force! I, Colonel Jonathan Scott O'Neill, order you to report to this bed ASAP for a complete inspection of your abilities." Jack said sternly.
"Yes sir." Sam gave him a mock salute before she crawled back onto the bed.
Jack had just thrown the covers over their heads when the phone rang. Jack groped for the phone and once he found it he pulled it to his ear, "Call back when I'm done ravaging my fiancée...oh, hi Mom."
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Author's Note: So what do you think? The more reviews, the quicker I'll get chapter four done! That is if you want a chapter four! So let me know.
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Season 4 "Divide and Conquer" and "Entity"
Season: 6 (only because Jonas is in it)
Summary: Jack's in shock after Sam reveals a surprise while arguing with him.
Author's Note: No massive warnings just a lot of "interaction" between Sam and Jack if you know what I mean.
Disclaimer: Okay I don't own Stargate SG-1 or anything to do with it's universe, you know that and I know that so lets not bring it up I also don't own anything to do with The Simpsons, just using it for the argument sequence. I do own the plot though.
Author's Note 2: A massive thanks to everyone who mass reviewed, I got so many it encouraged me to keep working and not just procrastinate so if you guys want another chapter soon keep reviewing! Also can anyone spot the not-so-hidden reference of a season 6 episode in here?
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"Bye!" Sam yelled from her spot on the porch of Jack's house as Janet and Jonas pulled away. She inhaled deeply; attempting to get rid of the nagging sadness worming it's way into her heart. 'Get a hold of yourself Sam, this should be the happiest day of your life.' She scolded herself but the sadness just seeped in a bit deeper. Taking in another breath, she turned and went inside.
"Ready to go?" Jack asked as he grabbed a jacket and his car keys.
"Go? Go where?" Sam asked as Jack handed her a jacket.
"Well I was thinking you might want a change of clothes but if you don't..." Jack trailed off in his usual sarcastic manner while he opened the door.
Sam pulled on the oversized jacket and walked out the door but not before pausing and kissing Jack, "Thank you for being so sweet."
"Hey! If it gets me more of that I'll be sweet enough to give you cavities!" Jack called as he closed the door and headed down to his truck.
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"Make yourself at home!" Sam called from her bedroom as Jack wandered around the living room.
"Did you know your house is much nicer than mine?" Jack called as he inspected Sam's mantle.
"No, just cleaner." Sam called from down the hall.
"But you have cute little knickknacks." Jack said looking at the heaps of picture frames, candles and little figurines.
"Well my little knickknacks are your little knickknacks." Sam grinned as she walked into the room.
"Feeling better?" Jack asked putting down a small cat figurine.
"What do you mean?" Sam asked.
"Come on Sam, I've spent nearly everyday with you for the past six years, I know when you're in a mood." Jack said walking over to his soon-to-be wife.
"Sorry, I've just been thinking about what Janet said." Sam said as she wrapped her arms around Jack's waist.
"About Hammond?" Jack asked resting his chin on the top of her head.
"Yeah." Sam murmured as she nuzzled her head into Jack's chest.
"Well don't worry, I've got everything planned out." Jack said.
"Oh really?" Sam asked lifting her eyebrows in mock interest.
"Yes, I'll hand in my resignation tomorrow morning." Jack said confidently.
"Why in the hell would you go and do something like that?" Sam asked pulling away from Jack.
"Come on Sam, I know how important the program is to you and besides I'm getting too old to outrun legions of Jaffa. My body just can't handle the stress anymore." Jack explained.
"Well did you ever stop and think that maybe I want to retire?" Sam asked indignantly.
"No." Jack answered boldly. "No I did not, besides why in the hell would you want to retire? It's not like you'd spend the time watching *The Simpsons* or anything."
"I have plenty of reasons why I want to retire thank you very much. And for your information I happen to love *The Simpsons*." Sam answered back just as boldly.
"Oh yeah...give me one good reason why you would want to retire." Jack asked in his usual smug fashion.
"Motherhood." Sam said back just as smugly.
"Motherhood?" Jack asked suddenly completely confused.
"Yes motherhood. Jack I don't want to go running around the universe putting my life on the line while I leave our kids at home. I want to be there for them and watch them do all of the things my mom never got to see me do." Sam replied, her tone slowly getting softer.
"You want to have kids with me?" Jack asked, his voice nearly a whisper and laced with disbelief.
"Of course I want to have kids with you Jack. If I want to be your wife why wouldn't I want to have your kids?" Sam asked with much more compassion in her voice.
"Well I...I just figured..." Jack stuttered, his mind still unable to really believe what she was telling him.
"Jack I love every part of you, your faults and your triumphs, everything." Sam said, slowly walking back towards Jack, "Besides, think of what our kids would be like..."
Jack smirked, "Your brains and my sense of humor, now there's trouble."
Sam smirked happily at her fiancé's new thoughts; 'He probably didn't expect me to want kids after what happened to Charlie,'
"They'll have your looks, my love of fishing and *The Simpsons* and one of them will be named Thor." Jack beamed ear to ear just before he leaned down and kissed Sam.
"I think that last part is up for negotiation." Sam said seriously despite the fact her entire face looked happy.
"Come on, just think of it, Thor O'Neill." Jack said.
"Sounds like a secret agent name to me." Sam said scrunching her seamless features.
"Exactly!" Jack smiled.
Sam pulled out of Jack's arms and headed back towards her bedroom, "I'm surprised you don't want to name one of them Enterprise."
"See Sam! Now you're in the spirit!" Jack called after her.
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Sam and Jack pulled back into his driveway about a half-hour later and somehow got all of the bags Sam brought from home into Jack's house in one trip, much thanks to Jack who somehow managed to carry four bags *and* open the door.
"Geez Sammie," Jack huffed, dropping two bags right next to the door, "you never pack this much when we go off world."
"Yeah well off world all I need are the clothes on my back and a gun but when temporarily moving in with my brand new fiancé I need this," Sam said pulling something out of the duffle bag over her shoulder. She grabbed two strings, shook and it unfurled.
'Praise Thor...' Jack thought to himself as he stood staring at his fiancée. In her hands hung a lacy, *see-though*, piece of lingerie *complete* with leather garter belt straps.
"Oh ho *yes* you *definitely* need that..." Jack said with a smirk, "and many, many, many, many, many, many, many more like it."
"Do you approve of the bags now?" Sam asked putting the lingerie back into her bag.
"If they're filled with those I'm never letting go." Jack answered.
"Really? Never? Too bad..." Sam said dropping her bags and heading down the hall towards Jack's room.
"Oh ho ho..." Jack grunted dropping the bags in his arms and running down the hall.
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Sam sighed as she cuddled closer to Jack's bare chest, who seemed quite content to just continue drawing small circles on her back with his fingers.
"So," Sam said dreamily, "we never did decide which of us is going to retire."
"Aw Sam! Way to ruin a perfectly good moment." Jack whined.
"They'll be plenty of more good moments for you *after* we have this figured out." Sam teased.
"Well in that case, let's get this worked out." Jack grinned. "I'll retire then when we decide to have kids you'll retire."
"One little problem Jack, have you ever heard of a little thing called income? Besides I've been thinking, maybe Hammond won't split us up." Sam said as she snuggled closer.
"What brought on this sudden theory?" Jack asked.
"Well think about it Jack, ever since we took the Zatarc test Hammond's known about our feelings and since then a lot has happened, hell you've killed me." Sam said.
"Yeah, that's true, besides we are Hammond's favorites." Jack said with another grin. "So is this all worked out now?"
"What do you think?" Sam asked.
"I think we have twelve more hours before we have to report back to the base and I'm going use every moment to my advantage." Jack smiled as he looked at Sam.
"Pretty confident in yourself there fly-boy." Sam grinned wickedly.
"You have no idea." Jack purred as he kissed Sam.
"I just have one more question." Sam said quickly.
"Aw Sam!" Jack squeaked. "Don't make me order you to stop asking questions."
"That's exactly it, when we're on base do we go back to "sir" and "colonel"?" Sam asked.
"How about this, I'll call you Carter and you call me sir but we say it with a lot of passion and sexual undertones." Jack grinned in his own wicked manner.
"That's pretty specific, how long have you been planning that little scenario?" Sam asked innocently.
"Since the moment I met you and the idea of ordering you to run into my arms popped into my head, so about six and a half years." Jack's brown eyes sparkled with unbridled passion.
"Yeah?" Sam asked crawling out of Jack's bed and standing at the foot.
"What are you doing?" Jack asked half-sitting up.
"Well *sir* aren't you going to order me to do something?" Sam asked seductively.
"Major Samantha Jean Carter of the United States Air Force! I, Colonel Jonathan Scott O'Neill, order you to report to this bed ASAP for a complete inspection of your abilities." Jack said sternly.
"Yes sir." Sam gave him a mock salute before she crawled back onto the bed.
Jack had just thrown the covers over their heads when the phone rang. Jack groped for the phone and once he found it he pulled it to his ear, "Call back when I'm done ravaging my fiancée...oh, hi Mom."
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Author's Note: So what do you think? The more reviews, the quicker I'll get chapter four done! That is if you want a chapter four! So let me know.