Sam wriggled uncomfortably. She had been asleep but her stomach was
starting to itch because Jack's arm was looped over her waist and was
resting on her spots which was making them hot.
"Jack." She whispered trying not to startle him. "Jack, wake up." He still slept. "Colonel!" She said slightly louder.
"Umm." He kissed the back of her neck; he ran his leg up hers.
"Hey, as much fun as that would be I'd like to go back to sleep."
"So why did you wake me up?" He asked groggily.
"I need you to move your arm. It's making my stomach sweat and my spots itch, which means I want to scratch, which I will not do as I am not scaring my stomach so I can't wear my tank -taps again. It's bad enough with the bullet wounds, luckily they fade but chickenpox scars are for life."
"Isn't three thirty a bit early for a rant?"
"I remember you yelling at me at three in the morning for standing on a stick on the way back from the bathroom."
"That was off world and I thought you were something creeping up on the camp."
"But you knew I'd gone to the bathroom." She countered.
"Umm. Let's forget it."
"Okay, can you move your arm then?" She asked. He moved his hand further down onto her thigh. "Jack, I don't think we'll get much sleep if you leave your hand there."
"That maybe a good thing." He whispered.
"Maybe, I need to sleep."
"Okay." Jack rolled on to his back.
"Thank you."
~
Sam woke up a few hours later; Jack's arm was back around her waist. Sam managed slid out from under it, deciding it was time to get up anyway. She borrowed on of Jack's shirt and pulled it on as she headed to the bathroom. She splashed water on her face and brushed her teeth before heading in the living room and switched on the TV and flicked the channels.
"What are you watching?" Jack as he yawned when he got up about an hour later.
"The History Channel."
"Anything interesting or are we stuck in another of Daniel's lectures?"
"The Mayans. They're very interesting people, plus it may have a potential benefit in the future."
"We've got time off do we really need to do something work related?"
"I like history and I like science and I like math and I like computers and I like sport in a general I'll play but I'd rather not watch it kind of way. I like movies, I prefer action films, I'm not a big fan of horror films but I'll watch them."
"I know all this." He sat down.
"I know I just thought I would remind you. So you'd give me the benefit of the doubt, that I'm actually watching this because I want to, not because its work related."
"I'm sorry."
"Yeah I'm sorry too. Come sit down." Jack went and sat next to her. She flicked the channel. "Watch the Simpson's and I'll make breakfast."
"Sam you're the one who's sick I should be making you breakfast."
"Jack, I'm fine. I may have the chicken pox but I'm not half dead ill. I'm not male."
"Hey." He tossed a cushion at her. She smiled. "So what do you want to do today?"
"I'm not sure what you want to do, but I have to do some work today."
"Work?" he questioned.
"Daniel brought me my laptop. I have a couple of research proposals which I need to write, a report on our abandoned mission and then I should have time to work on my book."
"Book?" Jack asked. "You're writing a book?"
"On wormhole theory, but I don't have a lot of time. I usually work on it when Janet insists on keeping us in the infirmary for observation."
"Is this going to be like if I wrote my memoirs, I'd to kill anyone who actually read it?"
"No. Besides there is enough of the scientific community who have knowledge about the gate that they could read it, but it would make sense from a theoretical perspective as well."
"You know one day you might explain to me what theoretical astrophysics is."
"You've know me for four years and you seriously don't know what theoretical astrophysics is?" Sam came out of the kitchen to look at him.
"Well in a general, it's to do with physics of the stars." He tried to explain. "No, I don't what theoretical astrophysics is."
"That's something we're going to have to rectify later. But for now I'm hungry."
TBC
"Jack." She whispered trying not to startle him. "Jack, wake up." He still slept. "Colonel!" She said slightly louder.
"Umm." He kissed the back of her neck; he ran his leg up hers.
"Hey, as much fun as that would be I'd like to go back to sleep."
"So why did you wake me up?" He asked groggily.
"I need you to move your arm. It's making my stomach sweat and my spots itch, which means I want to scratch, which I will not do as I am not scaring my stomach so I can't wear my tank -taps again. It's bad enough with the bullet wounds, luckily they fade but chickenpox scars are for life."
"Isn't three thirty a bit early for a rant?"
"I remember you yelling at me at three in the morning for standing on a stick on the way back from the bathroom."
"That was off world and I thought you were something creeping up on the camp."
"But you knew I'd gone to the bathroom." She countered.
"Umm. Let's forget it."
"Okay, can you move your arm then?" She asked. He moved his hand further down onto her thigh. "Jack, I don't think we'll get much sleep if you leave your hand there."
"That maybe a good thing." He whispered.
"Maybe, I need to sleep."
"Okay." Jack rolled on to his back.
"Thank you."
~
Sam woke up a few hours later; Jack's arm was back around her waist. Sam managed slid out from under it, deciding it was time to get up anyway. She borrowed on of Jack's shirt and pulled it on as she headed to the bathroom. She splashed water on her face and brushed her teeth before heading in the living room and switched on the TV and flicked the channels.
"What are you watching?" Jack as he yawned when he got up about an hour later.
"The History Channel."
"Anything interesting or are we stuck in another of Daniel's lectures?"
"The Mayans. They're very interesting people, plus it may have a potential benefit in the future."
"We've got time off do we really need to do something work related?"
"I like history and I like science and I like math and I like computers and I like sport in a general I'll play but I'd rather not watch it kind of way. I like movies, I prefer action films, I'm not a big fan of horror films but I'll watch them."
"I know all this." He sat down.
"I know I just thought I would remind you. So you'd give me the benefit of the doubt, that I'm actually watching this because I want to, not because its work related."
"I'm sorry."
"Yeah I'm sorry too. Come sit down." Jack went and sat next to her. She flicked the channel. "Watch the Simpson's and I'll make breakfast."
"Sam you're the one who's sick I should be making you breakfast."
"Jack, I'm fine. I may have the chicken pox but I'm not half dead ill. I'm not male."
"Hey." He tossed a cushion at her. She smiled. "So what do you want to do today?"
"I'm not sure what you want to do, but I have to do some work today."
"Work?" he questioned.
"Daniel brought me my laptop. I have a couple of research proposals which I need to write, a report on our abandoned mission and then I should have time to work on my book."
"Book?" Jack asked. "You're writing a book?"
"On wormhole theory, but I don't have a lot of time. I usually work on it when Janet insists on keeping us in the infirmary for observation."
"Is this going to be like if I wrote my memoirs, I'd to kill anyone who actually read it?"
"No. Besides there is enough of the scientific community who have knowledge about the gate that they could read it, but it would make sense from a theoretical perspective as well."
"You know one day you might explain to me what theoretical astrophysics is."
"You've know me for four years and you seriously don't know what theoretical astrophysics is?" Sam came out of the kitchen to look at him.
"Well in a general, it's to do with physics of the stars." He tried to explain. "No, I don't what theoretical astrophysics is."
"That's something we're going to have to rectify later. But for now I'm hungry."
TBC