Title: A Major and her Meeting
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Season 4 "Entity"
Season: 6 (only because of Jonas)
Summary: Sam and Jack finally face General Hammond.
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. I do own the plot though.
Author's Note: You requested it and here it is, part four!
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"Oh my God! That's how he answered the phone?" Janet asked as she handed Sam a cup of coffee.
"Yep, you should have seen him, he turned six different shades of red and stuttered though the rest of the conversation." Sam answered while sipping her coffee. She didn't bother looking around Janet's cramped office; she'd been there enough times before to know where everything was, like the small picture frame near Janet's computer had Cassie's latest school picture in it even though she fought her mother for retakes.
"Well what did she want?" Janet asked, adjusting herself in her plush roll-around chair.
"To tell Jack that she's coming to town in a few days." Sam answered as she stood up and stretched, she needed to be in Hammond's office in ten minutes.
"Really? Well what did he tell her about you?" Janet asked curiously.
"Not much, she said they'd discuss it when she was in town." Sam replied, taking a few big gulps of her coffee.
"Discuss it? What? Is it up for debate now?" Janet asked as she scrunched her facial features in slight disgust.
"Well it's not in Jack's mind, but his mom might have other ideas." Sam answered as she put her coffee cup down on Janet's desk. "I'll talk to you later, I've got to go talk to Hammond."
"Good luck." Janet called at Sam as she left the small office, "You'll need it."
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Sam walked up to Hammond's office door and stopped. She took a moment to glance around before rapping on the door twice.
"Come!" General Hammond's gruff voice boomed.
Sam clasped her hand around the doorknob and walked in.
"Major Carter, take a seat." Hammond said flatly.
"Thank you sir." Sam said taking one of the two chairs in front of Hammond's desk. "Colonel O'Neill should be here shortly."
Hammond watched Sam from behind his desk, careful not to give anything he was thinking away, 'Is it just me or did the way she just identify Jack sound completely inappropriate?'
Sure enough someone knocked on the door, "Come!"
The door opened and Jack's lean body walked though, "Hiya George, am I late?"
"No *Colonel* you're right on time. Please sit." Hammond said slightly irritated at Jack's behavior. 'If he's in this mood coming into the meeting I worry what will happen during.'
"Hey there *Carter*." Jack grinned as he purred her name.
"Morning *sir*." Sam purred back.
"Alright you two, what is this about? I've got a call coming in from the Joint Chiefs in ten minutes." Hammond said flatly.
"Well, sir, the colonel and I have had an...interesting development." Sam said, quickly glancing over at Jack.
"Well actually it's a bit more than interesting but she's telling it so..." Jack said quickly.
"No, no if you want to tell him then by all means do." Sam said turning towards Jack.
"No we already discussed this, go ahead." Jack waved his hand dismissively at her.
"Discussed this? Jack you flipped a coin!" Sam argued.
"Damn it Sam just tell George and get it over with!" Jack ordered.
"Colonel O'Neill if you call me George one more time..." Hammond's voice raised several octaves.
"Um, sir, that isn't really necessary, he's just saying it because I don't know how to say, well..." Sam worked though her thoughts as she spoke.
"Damn it you two! Will you stop beating around the bush and just tell me what this is all about." Hammond boomed, getting both Sam and Jack's attentions immediately.
"General, Colonel O'Neill and I are getting married." Sam blurted out before she could stop herself.
Hammond leaned back in his chair and laced his fingers together. He sighed heavily as he looked at Sam and Jack.
"Well you see sir, Jack got the SGC regulations changed so that officers can be together, so we're not breaking any regs," Sam quickly explained, hoping to get Hammond to end his silence.
Jack, noticing Sam's explanation didn't help with the stiff quiet that had settled in the room, piped up, "And you don't need to worry about separating us, I mean I've killed her for God's sake."
That got him odd looks from both Sam and Hammond, he looked quickly between his fiancée and his CO before realizing he needed to further his explanation, "I mean I *have* killed her."
More odd looks but with a touch of concern now, "I mean I've killed her *before*, not in recent history. Well actually it was just last year but..." Jack glanced between Sam and Hammond's emotionless faces, "...never mind."
Hammond took his eyes off of Jack cautiously; he glanced at Sam and grinned inwardly at their discomfort. Finally he broke into a real smile, "Why do you two think I didn't already know that?"
Sam and Jack both sat with their mouths slightly agape, exchanging a glance between each other before looking back at their shinny headed general. "Uh, what?" Jack asked.
Hammond actually laughed out loud at Jack's statement, at least everything hadn't changed over the weekend, "Colonel O'Neill since when have you been able to do anything without my knowledge?"
"Good point sir." Jack said as he settled back in his chair, content.
"Well if you've known this whole time then why didn't you call to tell us?" Sam asked completely baffled.
"Well I was hoping for a phone call actually, aren't the bride and groom-to-be supposed to tell people and then garner congratulations?" Hammond grinned.
"But, well, sir you already knew!" Sam cried.
"But you didn't know I knew." Hammond smiled.
Sam finally grinned, realizing that all of her worry had been for nothing, Jack, on the other hand, wasn't so sure, "What?"
"I'll explain it to you later sweetheart." Sam smiled, reaching over to pat Jack's hand.
"So congratulations to you two." Hammond stood and came around his desk to hug Sam and shake Jack's hand. "Now onto your SG-1 predicament."
Sam and Jack watched quietly as Hammond walked back around his desk and sat back down. Finally Sam piped up, "Sir, listen I know that you probably want to split us apart and this is going to sound strange, but Jack was right, in his own strange way. He was able to neutralize me when the entity had control."
"See that's what I meant!" Jack squeaked, garnering looks from both Sam and Hammond again.
Hammond looked back towards Sam, "Listen I know you two have been though a lot, for the past six years you've worked side by side with each other and still managed to save the world on countless occasions, even at the possible sacrifice of each other. That's why the President and I have decided to keep you two on SG-1 indefinitely."
Sam's mouth slipped into a gaping "O" and Jack took a moment to decipher the message before he looked over at his fiancée and grinned happily, "See honey, all of that worrying for nothing."
"Don't start with me Jack, you liked my worrying too." Sam retorted.
"No, I liked what came after..." Jack began but suddenly led off.
"Ahem." Hammond cleared his voice to remind his new lovebirds he was in the room. Sam's head immediately turned back to the general, her cheeks suddenly flushed with three shades of red. "I wanted to tell you two that new quarters are being arranged as we speak here on base for you two, in addition to your individual rooms and I want to be the first to give you an engagement gift."
While Hammond reached down behind his desk, Jack took the opportunity to look over at Sam, "We get gifts for this?"
Sam gave him one of her 'Grow-up Jack' looks that she had gotten so good at over the past six years and he turned his attention back to Hammond.
"Here you go." Hammond said holding a picture frame out to Sam and Jack.
Jack reached out and took it, after a moment he smiled and handed the picture frame to Sam. He stood and reached over Hammond's desk for a handshake, "Thanks George."
Sam stood with tears in her eyes and hugged her general, "Thank you so much."
"Don't worry about it, but I do expect to see that hanging up when I come over for the barbeque this weekend." Hammond grinned as Sam clutched to her engagement gift, a framed copy of the letter from the President along with handwritten notes from both "Mr. P." and Hammond wishing them the best of luck.
"No problem." Jack said as he put his arm around Sam and the pair excused themselves from the office.
As the office door closed behind them Sam looked up at Jack from her still half-watery blue eyes, "One problem, what barbeque?"
Jack looked at his angelic girl and realized what she meant. The Stargate barbeque had become an event at the SGC that usually happened at whosever house was biggest, which was generally Jack's because it was the most sparsely filled and this particular barbeque of the SGC team had been scheduled to take place for months, off world ambassadors were even coming. But so was his mother. His mother who believed that he was a pencil pusher for the Air Force who was gone for weeks at a time on fishing trips, *not* saving the world from alien threats on different planets.
"Oh for crying out loud! Can't anything be easy?"
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Author's Note: There you have it! It's really just a filler so I can get to the good stuff, like Jack's mom's visit! That is if you still want me to keep going. As usual feedback of any nature is enjoyed and will be considered birthday gifts:) Also a few short notes to people who have reviewed before:
Dimac99: Hope my Sam / Jack arrangement works out for you here.
CharmedAli: I told you that you gave me an idea for the note and here it was!
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Season 4 "Entity"
Season: 6 (only because of Jonas)
Summary: Sam and Jack finally face General Hammond.
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. I do own the plot though.
Author's Note: You requested it and here it is, part four!
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"Oh my God! That's how he answered the phone?" Janet asked as she handed Sam a cup of coffee.
"Yep, you should have seen him, he turned six different shades of red and stuttered though the rest of the conversation." Sam answered while sipping her coffee. She didn't bother looking around Janet's cramped office; she'd been there enough times before to know where everything was, like the small picture frame near Janet's computer had Cassie's latest school picture in it even though she fought her mother for retakes.
"Well what did she want?" Janet asked, adjusting herself in her plush roll-around chair.
"To tell Jack that she's coming to town in a few days." Sam answered as she stood up and stretched, she needed to be in Hammond's office in ten minutes.
"Really? Well what did he tell her about you?" Janet asked curiously.
"Not much, she said they'd discuss it when she was in town." Sam replied, taking a few big gulps of her coffee.
"Discuss it? What? Is it up for debate now?" Janet asked as she scrunched her facial features in slight disgust.
"Well it's not in Jack's mind, but his mom might have other ideas." Sam answered as she put her coffee cup down on Janet's desk. "I'll talk to you later, I've got to go talk to Hammond."
"Good luck." Janet called at Sam as she left the small office, "You'll need it."
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Sam walked up to Hammond's office door and stopped. She took a moment to glance around before rapping on the door twice.
"Come!" General Hammond's gruff voice boomed.
Sam clasped her hand around the doorknob and walked in.
"Major Carter, take a seat." Hammond said flatly.
"Thank you sir." Sam said taking one of the two chairs in front of Hammond's desk. "Colonel O'Neill should be here shortly."
Hammond watched Sam from behind his desk, careful not to give anything he was thinking away, 'Is it just me or did the way she just identify Jack sound completely inappropriate?'
Sure enough someone knocked on the door, "Come!"
The door opened and Jack's lean body walked though, "Hiya George, am I late?"
"No *Colonel* you're right on time. Please sit." Hammond said slightly irritated at Jack's behavior. 'If he's in this mood coming into the meeting I worry what will happen during.'
"Hey there *Carter*." Jack grinned as he purred her name.
"Morning *sir*." Sam purred back.
"Alright you two, what is this about? I've got a call coming in from the Joint Chiefs in ten minutes." Hammond said flatly.
"Well, sir, the colonel and I have had an...interesting development." Sam said, quickly glancing over at Jack.
"Well actually it's a bit more than interesting but she's telling it so..." Jack said quickly.
"No, no if you want to tell him then by all means do." Sam said turning towards Jack.
"No we already discussed this, go ahead." Jack waved his hand dismissively at her.
"Discussed this? Jack you flipped a coin!" Sam argued.
"Damn it Sam just tell George and get it over with!" Jack ordered.
"Colonel O'Neill if you call me George one more time..." Hammond's voice raised several octaves.
"Um, sir, that isn't really necessary, he's just saying it because I don't know how to say, well..." Sam worked though her thoughts as she spoke.
"Damn it you two! Will you stop beating around the bush and just tell me what this is all about." Hammond boomed, getting both Sam and Jack's attentions immediately.
"General, Colonel O'Neill and I are getting married." Sam blurted out before she could stop herself.
Hammond leaned back in his chair and laced his fingers together. He sighed heavily as he looked at Sam and Jack.
"Well you see sir, Jack got the SGC regulations changed so that officers can be together, so we're not breaking any regs," Sam quickly explained, hoping to get Hammond to end his silence.
Jack, noticing Sam's explanation didn't help with the stiff quiet that had settled in the room, piped up, "And you don't need to worry about separating us, I mean I've killed her for God's sake."
That got him odd looks from both Sam and Hammond, he looked quickly between his fiancée and his CO before realizing he needed to further his explanation, "I mean I *have* killed her."
More odd looks but with a touch of concern now, "I mean I've killed her *before*, not in recent history. Well actually it was just last year but..." Jack glanced between Sam and Hammond's emotionless faces, "...never mind."
Hammond took his eyes off of Jack cautiously; he glanced at Sam and grinned inwardly at their discomfort. Finally he broke into a real smile, "Why do you two think I didn't already know that?"
Sam and Jack both sat with their mouths slightly agape, exchanging a glance between each other before looking back at their shinny headed general. "Uh, what?" Jack asked.
Hammond actually laughed out loud at Jack's statement, at least everything hadn't changed over the weekend, "Colonel O'Neill since when have you been able to do anything without my knowledge?"
"Good point sir." Jack said as he settled back in his chair, content.
"Well if you've known this whole time then why didn't you call to tell us?" Sam asked completely baffled.
"Well I was hoping for a phone call actually, aren't the bride and groom-to-be supposed to tell people and then garner congratulations?" Hammond grinned.
"But, well, sir you already knew!" Sam cried.
"But you didn't know I knew." Hammond smiled.
Sam finally grinned, realizing that all of her worry had been for nothing, Jack, on the other hand, wasn't so sure, "What?"
"I'll explain it to you later sweetheart." Sam smiled, reaching over to pat Jack's hand.
"So congratulations to you two." Hammond stood and came around his desk to hug Sam and shake Jack's hand. "Now onto your SG-1 predicament."
Sam and Jack watched quietly as Hammond walked back around his desk and sat back down. Finally Sam piped up, "Sir, listen I know that you probably want to split us apart and this is going to sound strange, but Jack was right, in his own strange way. He was able to neutralize me when the entity had control."
"See that's what I meant!" Jack squeaked, garnering looks from both Sam and Hammond again.
Hammond looked back towards Sam, "Listen I know you two have been though a lot, for the past six years you've worked side by side with each other and still managed to save the world on countless occasions, even at the possible sacrifice of each other. That's why the President and I have decided to keep you two on SG-1 indefinitely."
Sam's mouth slipped into a gaping "O" and Jack took a moment to decipher the message before he looked over at his fiancée and grinned happily, "See honey, all of that worrying for nothing."
"Don't start with me Jack, you liked my worrying too." Sam retorted.
"No, I liked what came after..." Jack began but suddenly led off.
"Ahem." Hammond cleared his voice to remind his new lovebirds he was in the room. Sam's head immediately turned back to the general, her cheeks suddenly flushed with three shades of red. "I wanted to tell you two that new quarters are being arranged as we speak here on base for you two, in addition to your individual rooms and I want to be the first to give you an engagement gift."
While Hammond reached down behind his desk, Jack took the opportunity to look over at Sam, "We get gifts for this?"
Sam gave him one of her 'Grow-up Jack' looks that she had gotten so good at over the past six years and he turned his attention back to Hammond.
"Here you go." Hammond said holding a picture frame out to Sam and Jack.
Jack reached out and took it, after a moment he smiled and handed the picture frame to Sam. He stood and reached over Hammond's desk for a handshake, "Thanks George."
Sam stood with tears in her eyes and hugged her general, "Thank you so much."
"Don't worry about it, but I do expect to see that hanging up when I come over for the barbeque this weekend." Hammond grinned as Sam clutched to her engagement gift, a framed copy of the letter from the President along with handwritten notes from both "Mr. P." and Hammond wishing them the best of luck.
"No problem." Jack said as he put his arm around Sam and the pair excused themselves from the office.
As the office door closed behind them Sam looked up at Jack from her still half-watery blue eyes, "One problem, what barbeque?"
Jack looked at his angelic girl and realized what she meant. The Stargate barbeque had become an event at the SGC that usually happened at whosever house was biggest, which was generally Jack's because it was the most sparsely filled and this particular barbeque of the SGC team had been scheduled to take place for months, off world ambassadors were even coming. But so was his mother. His mother who believed that he was a pencil pusher for the Air Force who was gone for weeks at a time on fishing trips, *not* saving the world from alien threats on different planets.
"Oh for crying out loud! Can't anything be easy?"
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Author's Note: There you have it! It's really just a filler so I can get to the good stuff, like Jack's mom's visit! That is if you still want me to keep going. As usual feedback of any nature is enjoyed and will be considered birthday gifts:) Also a few short notes to people who have reviewed before:
Dimac99: Hope my Sam / Jack arrangement works out for you here.
CharmedAli: I told you that you gave me an idea for the note and here it was!