The Party

Title: The Party

Genre: Ahh, I dunno. –shrugs-

Rating: PG

Time: Season Eight

DISCLAIMER: Yadda yadda, It ain't mine. None of it. Characters, storys, episode references. Nope. I am just a huge fan who wrote a fic in my huge boredom and creativity flood. Yup, that's me.

Spoilers: Weeeell, basically every season and every episode so far...I might refer to a few things if I find it needed.

Pairings: I guess a little S/J. But nothing that much really...I was just bored...lol.

Summary: It's time for the annual SGC party. And whatever will they wear? xD

Jack O'Neill sat at the bar, leaning heavily on his elbows. His hands ruffled the graying hair that decorated his head. A sigh escaped him, purely from boredom. The jean and jacket clad General was not one for these get-togethers. Never had been, he recalled. They seemed to have no point, but of course the rest of the personnel loved social outings. Taking a deep sip of a Bud Light, Jack watched

some of the groups with little interest.

Samantha Carter strode around the large hall. Normally, the Colonel would enjoy such meetings, but tonight just didn't seem the same. Daniel and Teal'c had not come, and this year there was no Janet. She bit back the sad feelings surging through her body. This was not the place to cry. Not in front of the entire SGC. Not that she was now 2IC. Sighing, Sam moved towards the cherry-oak doors that concealed the hall in which they would eat.

O'Neill glanced at his watched, already having downed two bottles of beer and a cocktail. This was getting stupid. The damn hotel managers said they could it at 7:15. And what time was it? 7:26. The General grumbled and stood, making his way to one of the employees.

"Planning on letting us in there anytime soon? I fear we might just have to sacrifi..."

He was cut off by the sound of some very hungry people. The heavy wood doors swung open, and everyone poured in like they hadn't eaten in years. Jack raised a brow, stared at the employee, patted his shoulder, and walked off towards the mob.

Sam pushed through SG-4 to reach the front table. Everyone had assigned tables according to their team or their basic function in the SGC. The control room group sat at one table, the nurses at another. And of course the SG teams were all together at their specific table. Carter, on the other hand, was not sitting at an "SG-1" table. She had a spot at the head table. Lucky me, she thought. General O'Neill and a few other high ranking officials would share it with her.

Licking her lips from thirst, Sam made her way to front of the room.

Jack weaved between his teams slowly, knowing what ensued. He would have to force himself to pay attention to men who he had no liking for at all. This had happened to him every year thus far. He being 2IC before becoming a General had landed him a place at the 'special table', as he called it jokingly. But of course he had also spent some of his meals with his team. But today his team wasn't here. He had no team, though he affectionatly called SG-1 the such.

Then he remembered Carter. She wouldn't be sitting at the SG-1 table, would she? After Hammond had left, the pair had been promoted, giving Samantha the 2IC title. Jack grinned. Maybe this wouldn't be that bad? If he had someone to talk to, it might be worth his while.

Finally reaching the rectangular furniture at which they would spend the rest of the evening, the General took his place in the center seat. He surveyed the mass group before him all melting into their seats, greedily wolfing down their appetizers. It was amusing, he thought, to see such respectable men and women savagely eat rolls and soups. Nearly chuckling, Jack took his seat.

Carter nearly took a seat at the SG-1 table. Slightly embarrassed, she pushed the chair neatly back underneath the white table cloth, and walked towards the group of chatting men at the front. She nodded respectfully to several Colonels and Generals, heading for the spot beside her CO. Knowing that her spot was beside him anyway was good enough to pull her through the crowd. Seeing his sideways grin could restore any bad situation. Being it off world battles, or her struggle with emotions, O'Neill was always there for. Suddenly, Sam snapped to reality and scolded herself. The regs, remember the regs. Can't think these things, she groaned.

"Evening, sir." She nodded her head in respect for the higher ranking officer.

Jack nodded back, his brown eyes sparkling with delight. "Carter, at ease. Fancy meeting you here." His sarcasm rang through in any event. Sam laughed slightly and took her seat.

"Having a good time, sir?" She took a quick sweeping view across the room. Everyone was sitting by this point, most in deep conversation. In fact, the entire room was echoing with the sounds of deep voices. Most of their table was also on their own world, discussing different matters, none of which were interesting.

"Nah. You know me, Carter. I'm not really interested in any of this stuff." The General waved his hand out, pointing across the hall. He would already have been nodding off if it hadn't been for his second in command to chat with.

"I know what you mean. Not exactly fun." Sam glanced at her CO, slight grin on her face. She then went to the business of nibbling on a dinner roll. At this point, the General to Jack's left had tapped him on the shoulder. With no alternative, he turned to speak with the other man, leaving Sam to dwell on her thoughts alone. And that's when the first course was served.