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Chapter 7A done again, now chapter 7, as I've made it a bit longer, and isolated it all into a bedroom conversation thing, trying to cover the emotional ramifications of what's gone on. Changed some of the giggly bits for Sam, as it's quite rightly been pointed out by M J, (thank you for that by the way I needed it) she is just, not, silly!
Picture, if you will, a bedroom, in a cabin....
Morning After the Night Before
"WheremI?" Sam murmured incoherently
"Last time I looked you were south of my navel."
Sam looked up from her position currently at Jack's midriff, as she had just woken up and for the briefest second had forgotten the night before. Looking up into Jacks slowly smiling face, she smiled back in reply and went red to the tips of her ears.
"Travel north, Major."
She crept up his chest, and landed a kiss on his still smiling mouth.
"Do you want to give me co-ordinates. Sir?" Sam asked between kisses.
"Oh, travel where you will. I'm sure you can find your way around. Without a map. Or compass. Satellite, if you will..." Jack's monologue ended as Sam made up her own travel itinerary, and he closed his eyes, resting his hands behind his head.
This day could not have started on a more positive note.
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"Samantha?"
"Don't say that, you know I don't like that. You sound just like Dad."
Sam's muffled voice was coming from the end of the bed, under the covers.
"Sorry Sam. I forgot. Just don't mention Jacob when we're in bed 'cos it's kinda weird." Jack frowned, then continued, quietly to himself, "It's like he might beam in or something and decide to shoot me."
"What was that Jack?"
Sam's head appeared at the end of the bed, hair in disarray.
"I don't know what you said, but don't call me Samantha."
"It doesn't matter, it's nothing to do with .. Stop changing the subject, what are you doing down there? Your toes are very nice, but I don't like talking to them."
"Oh, you like my toes. That's probably the sweetest thing that anyone's ever said to me." Sam smiled.
"Well come up here, I was trying to talk to you."
"Sir, yessir." Sam replied making her way back under the covers, up to her pillow again.
"My soap and shampoo suit you. You smell pretty good for an old airman." Sam snuggled up to Jack, closing her eyes, as her head rested on his chest, and she gave him a hug to remind herself where she was.
"Less of the airman, please. I don't usually smell of roses."
"That's good taste I have there, and boy," still with her eyes shut Sam moved upwards to kiss him, then returned to her previous snuggle up position, "you taste good."
"Okay, we can consider breakfast later," Jack smiled feeling quite pleased with the idea of a no calorie breakfast for a change, "but there's something that's been on my mind since last night." He absent-mindedly ruffled her hair.
"I thought we'd about covered everything Jack.." Sam murmured appreciatively.
"Sam, as much as I like being complimented on err, stuff,.... can we talk about something else?"
"Okay. I'm all ears." Sam leant up on her elbows, sphinx like, eliciting a 'Whoof' from Jack as she jabbed his stomach.
She looked at Jack, as if eagerly awaiting an order, which unnerved him.
"Okay. Well. Remember this thing about Daniel, and that he sort of, err, asked you if you had a thing..?"
"Thing? Oh, didn't I tell you about that?" Sam frowned slightly at the thought he should bring this up. It was hardly relevant considering the previous evening. She thought that the most difficult conversation they were going to have would be about the non-frat rules. This one did not figure on her list of 'Jack problems-discussions of.'
"No. I found out from Teal'c of all people. Daniel told him. I just wondered how Danny's mind was working when, it.... wasn't working."
"Oh, right. Err, not much to say really. We got together that evening for a beer, he was intimidated by you at that point, can't think why by the way."
Sam paused to smile again,
"Then got to talking about life, universe stuff, and he was surprised I didn't have someone, special."
"What did he do, invite you to see his hieroglyphs or something?" Jack was wondering about Daniels pick up lines, as he hadn't seen him in action very often.
"No, nothing like that, he was a perfect gentleman. An angel in fact."
It was obvious to Sam how uncomfortable Daniel had been, as he knew that all of them were closer than just work colleagues, and was just trying to understand the team dynamic.
"Angel. Yeah. You wouldn't say that if you've seen him stick a pen in his ear to see what he could find."
Jack was warming to his subject, and continued to remind her of all of Daniel's eccentricities: talking to himself, drinking cold coffee, leaving cups of aforesaid brew all around his lab, adjusting his glasses when he was trying to make a point and so on.
He made Sam laugh, which was his intention, as if he wanted to deflect her from the conversation coming up. Sam managed to pull herself together to ask,
"Are you jealous! What is it with you!?"
Jack held her face and smiled back at her wanting to broach the problem that they would have to face when they went back to work.
"It's about last night..."
Jack took time to think of what to say next as he knew there was a chance that it could backfire.
"Our positions have changed – we've got to be very careful what we do next."
He started to play with her hair again, as she sighed.
"Don't be mad, you knew this would come up."
Sam closed her eyes, awaiting the inevitable.
"We'll probably have to save the world again, something might happen, one of us could ..Die, and if it was me or you, does this, this thing that's happened between us mean it's going to be worse?"
Sam looked down as if to gather herself, then straight up into his eyes.
"Haven't you said you don't want any regrets? I know what we've done. What we have to decide is if we are going to do anything about it. Is this it - is that what you're saying because you don't want to feel bad if I get shot on the next mission?"
Sam's voice had remained quiet throughout, but Jack still flinched. He moved his hands to her shoulders, and replied in soft, measured tones.
"I love you. I don't want to change things that happened last night, but if there was a chance of someone else, even if it was Daniel of all people, I wouldn't stand in the way."
"You are, officially, an ass. There is no one else on the sidelines. You will always be there. I couldn't get rid of you if I wanted to."
She softened the statement with a smile.
"Thanks. I guess." Jack was still relieved. He still couldn't read her as well as he'd hoped.
"This thing with Daniel, he had to put a label on 'us', and what we all meant to each other. Wait a minute..."
Sam sat up trying to follow his logic,
".... As a risk assessment, what's the difference between you and Daniel anyway? He could get shot as easily as you."
Jack smiled his crooked smile.
"I couldn't think of anyone else as an example. Daniel's died more than once anyway – odds are stacked against me."
"If your days are numbered O'Neill, let's make the most of the next few hours. 'Cos you just know we are going to have company at just the wrong moment."
With that, Sam launched herself at him.
To be continued.... Of course it is!
Chapter 7A done again, now chapter 7, as I've made it a bit longer, and isolated it all into a bedroom conversation thing, trying to cover the emotional ramifications of what's gone on. Changed some of the giggly bits for Sam, as it's quite rightly been pointed out by M J, (thank you for that by the way I needed it) she is just, not, silly!
Picture, if you will, a bedroom, in a cabin....
Morning After the Night Before
"WheremI?" Sam murmured incoherently
"Last time I looked you were south of my navel."
Sam looked up from her position currently at Jack's midriff, as she had just woken up and for the briefest second had forgotten the night before. Looking up into Jacks slowly smiling face, she smiled back in reply and went red to the tips of her ears.
"Travel north, Major."
She crept up his chest, and landed a kiss on his still smiling mouth.
"Do you want to give me co-ordinates. Sir?" Sam asked between kisses.
"Oh, travel where you will. I'm sure you can find your way around. Without a map. Or compass. Satellite, if you will..." Jack's monologue ended as Sam made up her own travel itinerary, and he closed his eyes, resting his hands behind his head.
This day could not have started on a more positive note.
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An hour later... //////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// ////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
"Samantha?"
"Don't say that, you know I don't like that. You sound just like Dad."
Sam's muffled voice was coming from the end of the bed, under the covers.
"Sorry Sam. I forgot. Just don't mention Jacob when we're in bed 'cos it's kinda weird." Jack frowned, then continued, quietly to himself, "It's like he might beam in or something and decide to shoot me."
"What was that Jack?"
Sam's head appeared at the end of the bed, hair in disarray.
"I don't know what you said, but don't call me Samantha."
"It doesn't matter, it's nothing to do with .. Stop changing the subject, what are you doing down there? Your toes are very nice, but I don't like talking to them."
"Oh, you like my toes. That's probably the sweetest thing that anyone's ever said to me." Sam smiled.
"Well come up here, I was trying to talk to you."
"Sir, yessir." Sam replied making her way back under the covers, up to her pillow again.
"My soap and shampoo suit you. You smell pretty good for an old airman." Sam snuggled up to Jack, closing her eyes, as her head rested on his chest, and she gave him a hug to remind herself where she was.
"Less of the airman, please. I don't usually smell of roses."
"That's good taste I have there, and boy," still with her eyes shut Sam moved upwards to kiss him, then returned to her previous snuggle up position, "you taste good."
"Okay, we can consider breakfast later," Jack smiled feeling quite pleased with the idea of a no calorie breakfast for a change, "but there's something that's been on my mind since last night." He absent-mindedly ruffled her hair.
"I thought we'd about covered everything Jack.." Sam murmured appreciatively.
"Sam, as much as I like being complimented on err, stuff,.... can we talk about something else?"
"Okay. I'm all ears." Sam leant up on her elbows, sphinx like, eliciting a 'Whoof' from Jack as she jabbed his stomach.
She looked at Jack, as if eagerly awaiting an order, which unnerved him.
"Okay. Well. Remember this thing about Daniel, and that he sort of, err, asked you if you had a thing..?"
"Thing? Oh, didn't I tell you about that?" Sam frowned slightly at the thought he should bring this up. It was hardly relevant considering the previous evening. She thought that the most difficult conversation they were going to have would be about the non-frat rules. This one did not figure on her list of 'Jack problems-discussions of.'
"No. I found out from Teal'c of all people. Daniel told him. I just wondered how Danny's mind was working when, it.... wasn't working."
"Oh, right. Err, not much to say really. We got together that evening for a beer, he was intimidated by you at that point, can't think why by the way."
Sam paused to smile again,
"Then got to talking about life, universe stuff, and he was surprised I didn't have someone, special."
"What did he do, invite you to see his hieroglyphs or something?" Jack was wondering about Daniels pick up lines, as he hadn't seen him in action very often.
"No, nothing like that, he was a perfect gentleman. An angel in fact."
It was obvious to Sam how uncomfortable Daniel had been, as he knew that all of them were closer than just work colleagues, and was just trying to understand the team dynamic.
"Angel. Yeah. You wouldn't say that if you've seen him stick a pen in his ear to see what he could find."
Jack was warming to his subject, and continued to remind her of all of Daniel's eccentricities: talking to himself, drinking cold coffee, leaving cups of aforesaid brew all around his lab, adjusting his glasses when he was trying to make a point and so on.
He made Sam laugh, which was his intention, as if he wanted to deflect her from the conversation coming up. Sam managed to pull herself together to ask,
"Are you jealous! What is it with you!?"
Jack held her face and smiled back at her wanting to broach the problem that they would have to face when they went back to work.
"It's about last night..."
Jack took time to think of what to say next as he knew there was a chance that it could backfire.
"Our positions have changed – we've got to be very careful what we do next."
He started to play with her hair again, as she sighed.
"Don't be mad, you knew this would come up."
Sam closed her eyes, awaiting the inevitable.
"We'll probably have to save the world again, something might happen, one of us could ..Die, and if it was me or you, does this, this thing that's happened between us mean it's going to be worse?"
Sam looked down as if to gather herself, then straight up into his eyes.
"Haven't you said you don't want any regrets? I know what we've done. What we have to decide is if we are going to do anything about it. Is this it - is that what you're saying because you don't want to feel bad if I get shot on the next mission?"
Sam's voice had remained quiet throughout, but Jack still flinched. He moved his hands to her shoulders, and replied in soft, measured tones.
"I love you. I don't want to change things that happened last night, but if there was a chance of someone else, even if it was Daniel of all people, I wouldn't stand in the way."
"You are, officially, an ass. There is no one else on the sidelines. You will always be there. I couldn't get rid of you if I wanted to."
She softened the statement with a smile.
"Thanks. I guess." Jack was still relieved. He still couldn't read her as well as he'd hoped.
"This thing with Daniel, he had to put a label on 'us', and what we all meant to each other. Wait a minute..."
Sam sat up trying to follow his logic,
".... As a risk assessment, what's the difference between you and Daniel anyway? He could get shot as easily as you."
Jack smiled his crooked smile.
"I couldn't think of anyone else as an example. Daniel's died more than once anyway – odds are stacked against me."
"If your days are numbered O'Neill, let's make the most of the next few hours. 'Cos you just know we are going to have company at just the wrong moment."
With that, Sam launched herself at him.
To be continued.... Of course it is!