"Sam, do want to get that?" Jack yelled as he lay in the sun on the balcony
of their hotel room while waiting for Sam to change and unpack.
"Got it. Yes?" She said as she opened the door.
"Hello Major Carter or should that be Major O'Neill?"
"Mayborne." Sam said.
"I believe I should offer my congratulations."
"I'm on my honeymoon, so I don't need this right now."
"Sir." He added.
"Excuse me?"
"I still outrank you. So that should be Colonel or sir." He reminded her.
"I don't think they're going to really mind too much sir considering you were convicted of treason and are now a wanted felon." She snapped.
"Sam, who is it?" Jack asked.
"The worst welcoming committee in the world. Keep him talking I'm going to call the cops." She stepped away from the door and let Jack see who was there.
"Mayborne. What do you want?" Jack said.
"Is that anyway to greet an old friend who came to offer his congratulations?"
"When it's you yes and since when have you been our friend?"
"Since I came all this way to tell you that the NID plan on abducting your wife. But if you don't want to hear it." He started to walk away.
"Mayborne get back here now." Jack yelled.
"So you want to talk to me now?" He said.
"Harry, I'm this close to handing you over to the cops. So get in here tell me what's going?"
"Like I'm going to do that with your wife on the phone to the cops."
"Sam, hang up the phone and don't call the cops."
"But I can call security right?" She asked.
"No. I think we should listen to what he has to say."
"Jack, we're on our honeymoon. We were supposed to forget about work for a week."
"He says he here because the NID want to abduct you."
"Jack, I was planning on sitting on the beach and watching the sun set, while sipping some disgustingly sickly cocktail with an umbrella and a cherry on a stick. I don't need unfunny jokes ruining those plans."
"I'm not joking Major."
"Great." Sam sat on the edge of the bed and fell back onto it. She grabbed the phone and hit a number. "Hi this is Mrs O'Neill in room 345 can you send up a French Kiss, a Tie Me to the Bedpost, Sex on the beach and a Screaming Orgasm. Thank you."
"What no Slow Comfortable Screw Up Against the Wall?" Jack asked realising she'd been ordering cocktails and to make Mayborne blush even more than he was.
"Don't like Southern Comfort." Sam replied. "Besides if some thing is going to go wrong I'm going to have had my cocktail in Hawaii if it kills me."
"And you ordered four because?" He asked.
"I could decide what I wanted, so I thought I'd have at least a little of each."
"When you're done talking about alcohol." Mayborne said.
"Who says we were still talking about alcohol?" Jack asked.
"So why do the NID want to abduct me?" Sam inquired.
A/N: Below are the recipes for the cocktails mentioned. Sex on the beach: 1 oz. Vodka, 3/4 oz. each Chambord & Peach Schnapps Splashes of Pineapple, Orange and Cranberry juices Tie me to the Bedpost: 1/2 oz. each of; Midori, Absolut Citron, Malibu Rum, Splash of Sour mix French Kiss: 1 oz. each; Dry & Sweet Vermouth
Screaming Orgasm: Baileys, Vodka, Kahlua Slow Comfortable Screw Up Against the Wall: 3/4 oz. each: Sloe Gin, Vodka, Southern Comfort, & Galliano, Splash of Orange Juice
"Got it. Yes?" She said as she opened the door.
"Hello Major Carter or should that be Major O'Neill?"
"Mayborne." Sam said.
"I believe I should offer my congratulations."
"I'm on my honeymoon, so I don't need this right now."
"Sir." He added.
"Excuse me?"
"I still outrank you. So that should be Colonel or sir." He reminded her.
"I don't think they're going to really mind too much sir considering you were convicted of treason and are now a wanted felon." She snapped.
"Sam, who is it?" Jack asked.
"The worst welcoming committee in the world. Keep him talking I'm going to call the cops." She stepped away from the door and let Jack see who was there.
"Mayborne. What do you want?" Jack said.
"Is that anyway to greet an old friend who came to offer his congratulations?"
"When it's you yes and since when have you been our friend?"
"Since I came all this way to tell you that the NID plan on abducting your wife. But if you don't want to hear it." He started to walk away.
"Mayborne get back here now." Jack yelled.
"So you want to talk to me now?" He said.
"Harry, I'm this close to handing you over to the cops. So get in here tell me what's going?"
"Like I'm going to do that with your wife on the phone to the cops."
"Sam, hang up the phone and don't call the cops."
"But I can call security right?" She asked.
"No. I think we should listen to what he has to say."
"Jack, we're on our honeymoon. We were supposed to forget about work for a week."
"He says he here because the NID want to abduct you."
"Jack, I was planning on sitting on the beach and watching the sun set, while sipping some disgustingly sickly cocktail with an umbrella and a cherry on a stick. I don't need unfunny jokes ruining those plans."
"I'm not joking Major."
"Great." Sam sat on the edge of the bed and fell back onto it. She grabbed the phone and hit a number. "Hi this is Mrs O'Neill in room 345 can you send up a French Kiss, a Tie Me to the Bedpost, Sex on the beach and a Screaming Orgasm. Thank you."
"What no Slow Comfortable Screw Up Against the Wall?" Jack asked realising she'd been ordering cocktails and to make Mayborne blush even more than he was.
"Don't like Southern Comfort." Sam replied. "Besides if some thing is going to go wrong I'm going to have had my cocktail in Hawaii if it kills me."
"And you ordered four because?" He asked.
"I could decide what I wanted, so I thought I'd have at least a little of each."
"When you're done talking about alcohol." Mayborne said.
"Who says we were still talking about alcohol?" Jack asked.
"So why do the NID want to abduct me?" Sam inquired.
A/N: Below are the recipes for the cocktails mentioned. Sex on the beach: 1 oz. Vodka, 3/4 oz. each Chambord & Peach Schnapps Splashes of Pineapple, Orange and Cranberry juices Tie me to the Bedpost: 1/2 oz. each of; Midori, Absolut Citron, Malibu Rum, Splash of Sour mix French Kiss: 1 oz. each; Dry & Sweet Vermouth
Screaming Orgasm: Baileys, Vodka, Kahlua Slow Comfortable Screw Up Against the Wall: 3/4 oz. each: Sloe Gin, Vodka, Southern Comfort, & Galliano, Splash of Orange Juice