Summary: Sam makes a decision that changes Jack's and her life .
Category: Humor, Romance
Season: future Season
Pairing: Jack/Sam
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Stargate SG-1 and its characters are the property of Showtime/Viacom, MGM/UA,
Double Secret Productions, and Gekko Productions. I have written this story for entertainment
purposes only and no money whatsoever has exchanged hands. No copyright infringement is intended. The original characters, situations, and story are the property of the author(s).
Author's notes:
Thanks for all the feedback! Glad you all liked the first part and therefore hope that you'll have
fun reading this one... drop a review to let me know what you think about it!! Maybe I'll write
some more?...
/()/()/()/()/
'Denta fresh, prevents bad odor, plaque and gum inflammation!' Sam pulled a face as she read the label of the tooth paste aloud, while trying not to bite onto the tooth brush in her mouth... not that easy when you consider the amount of foam and saliva in there... Urgh!
"Just bad that it doesn't prevent you from kissing your Commanding Officer... " Sam muttered
around the thingy in her mouth, before beginning to brush her teeth again.
It was Wednesday, nearly 0700 and she had successfully locked herself up for the last one and
a half days and had ignored several phone calls... and the problem was that she didn't even know who had tried in vain to call her!
Probably Janet or Cass... she so hoped it had been them!
Spitting out the last of the foam and rinsing her mouth with some water, Sam finished washing her face and walked out of her bathroom, heading downstairs to the kitchen to grab her stuff.
In some minutes Sam would kick-start her motorbike and drive to Cheyenne mountain, to
the SGC and to a whole base of problems...
/()/()/()/()/
"Hey Daniel."
The young man averted his eyes from the small sculpture in his hands and frowned at seeing his
friend Jack O'Neill standing in the doorway of his lab... and that at 0830! Had to be a new
record! Jack usually never headed straight to his office at that time in the morning after they had
had two days off of work.
"Hey Jack... anything you need?"
"Nope... just wanted to bug ya a bit."
Now that Jack had made sure Daniel knew about his intentions, the Colonel entered the room fully and grabbed one of the empty chairs beside the large desk.
He sat down heavily and produced a Game Boy out of his BDU pocket.
'Great', Daniel thought as he heard the first noise leaving the little device from hell! Gone was the
inspiring silence! How he could translate the tiny writings on the figure now, was a mystery to him!
Daniel closed his eyes, inhaled deeply, exhaled (twice) and opened his eyes as he could
feel the slight anger dissipating in nothingness... that wasn't the right way to start a new day!
And so he re-assumed his hunched over position, rested his elbows on either side of the sculpture and shoved his glasses back up his nose...
"Daniel?"
His eyes closed... just for the fraction of a second!
"Yes, Jack?"
The second person in the room said nothing for a moment.
"Uhm, nothing... just keep on... ya know, doing whatever it was." Daniel could hear the irritating
noise of Jack's boots thumping on the linoleum floor... what the hell was Jack doing here? Trying
to get himself a meeting with Mr. Death?
"Jack?"
"Yes?"
"Would you please, 'please' stop doing that!"
He stopped.
'And with the water, life returned to the people of Gon...'
Daniel stopped translating the rest of the sentence and listened hard... and realized with surprise
that not only the thumping had stopped, but even the noises of the Game Boy, the impatient tapping of Jack's finger that wasn't occupied with some button on the thingy and the slight noise he made with his tongue when something 'really' important happened on the little screen!
It was actually silent!
When Daniel looked up to see what had made Jack go all silent, he frowned deeply when he noticed Jack's furrowed brows, the slightly parted lips and the empty expression in his brown eyes... he had conked!
"Jack? Hey, Jack!"
A blinking fit overcame the Colonel and his forehead relaxed visibly.
"Huh?"
"Alright, Jack. I will not get back to translating that thing, before you havn't told me what
the hell is up with ya this morning?... I mean look at you!"
Jack's left brow rose to an unknown height and confusion spread out over his features.
"What do you mean Danny-boy? Nothing's up with me!"
"Then what are you doing here? Or better why are you doing nothing here?... No fidgeting with my unaffordable artefacts, no none-sense-talking, no bad jokes and you didn't even tell me what you've done yesterday... "
Oh fuck!
Realization dawned on Daniel and he turned now fully around to face his baffled friend...
Yesterday! Or better the day before yesterday!
Daniel hadn't even remembered that he had sent Jack to Sam's! His palm made painful contact with his forehead...
"Jack, I'm sorry! God, I was so absorbed in sleeping and coughing that I forgot to call you and ask how it had gone!"
Jack could feel the temperature rising in the room and he just knew that the tips of his ears had
decided to take on an unusual shade of red... Shit!
"Well... I, uhm, brought her the brush and then I helped her painting her neighbour's house... or better the living room... and then we ate some chocolate cake..."
Daniel's full attention was now on Jack's (slightly sweaty) face. His chin rested in the palm of
his right hand and Daniel's brows creased as he watched Jack's desperate attempt to find the right words.
"You ate cake? And then what did you do?"
"What the hell do you expect me to do? I mean... I helped her clean up the mess in her kitchen and then she walked me to the door to say 'bye'!"
Jack's hand started gesturing wildly around and soon he grabbed the next best thing on Daniel's
desk (apparently a small statue of a pregnant woman) and moved it in all directions, his eyes
settling on it. That Jack was nervous just helped to increase Daniel's curiosity even more...
"Jack, there's something you havn't told me yet... and I really need to know it!"
"Uhm..."
Jack averted his eyes from the very 'very' interesting statue and lifted his gaze to the security
camera in the far right corner... good they couldn't hear the conversation they were about to
record!
"Wekissed."
Daniel's brows furrowed... Jack had spoken so quickly and in such a low whisper, that the young archaeologist hadn't been able to grasp the meaning of what Jack had 'said'.
"Sorry... what?" Daniel's head automatically moved some inches forward to Jack and a
concentrated expression appeared on his face.
"Wekissed!" Jack spoke through gritted teeth, merely hissing the sentence.
"Jack, open your damn mouth! It's not as if you have any problems with using it!"
"We kissed, dammit!! Now happy?!"
By the looks of it, Daniel wasn't really happy. The expression on his face was more like a mix of
sruprise, shock and disbelief...
"Could you please repeat that?"
Jack took a sheet of paper and a pen and started scribbling down something... after some seconds, Jack handed Daniel the white paper, leant back and watched Daniel closely.
"Holy shit! You did what?... Oh my God! But how... I mean I know how, but why?" Jack's hand played awkwardly with the pen he was still holding and he refused to make eye contact with the man sitting opposite of him.
"Well you see, actually I... it wasn't as if I had made any specific plans! It just... happened!" Daniel was at a loss of words. His eyes roamed over the desk, the walls, the shelfs and finally found Jack's gaze. But before he had time to say something, Jack got up and walked -or more accurately fled- to the door of Daniel's lab.
"What are ya doing now, Jack?"
Jack's shoulders slumped visibly and his head hung low as he faced the wall opposite of Daniel's
lab.
After some seconds, he turned back, smiled slightly and said:"I'll buy her a new flower pot."
With that Jack straightened his body and walked around the corner, heading to his office.
/()/()/()/()/
"Sam?"
No... please God, not now!
"Yeah, Janet?"
"Can I come in or will something explode any time soon?" The delightful tone in Janet's voice made Sam cringe.
"'Course, Jan... " Why the hell is nobody ill, injured or in need of a physical? Right now! Shouldn't be that difficult to get some limp damaged in this facility...
"So... a little bird told me that Colonel O'Neill spent some time with ya the day before yesterday... anything you need to tell your friend?"
Sam was facing away from the petite Doctor and still didn't even think about turning around to
greet her... not to mention talk about anything related to the last two days! She just kept on staring at the small doo-hickey... wait a sec! Now she was even thinking like the Colonel!
"Let's just assume for a moment that said bird has already told me what has happened and that I'd like to hear it from your point of view..."
"Daniel?"
"Yep."
"I so hope you still have those Second World War needles you always use on the Colonel." A giggle echoed through the lab and Sam's head lifted a bit to make eye contact with her best friend.
"So, Sam... "
"We kissed alright? Nothing big, just a small peck... " God, she was a bad liar! The tips of her ears colored in a dark red and Sam started gnawing on her lower lip. Even her hands started fiddling with something she had just found beside her arm... oh a wire!
"So that's why you didn't pick up the phone yesterday, the day before that day and this morning... "
"Janet, please... it's aready too hard to think about it... I was just in the process of planning my
suicide... " Sam finished with a loud sigh and let her forehead fall down on her folded arms which
were resting on the work-bench.
A gentle hand appeared on her back and rubbed across the black shirt in a circular pattern. Janet either didn't care for or just ignored the fact that the simple gesture brought Sam on the verge of crying her eyes out. But the good little officer held them all back and bit back down a sob that threatened to escape her self-control.
"Did you... ya know, confess it?"
Sam lifted her head with a lopsided smile on her lips... though Janet could see the red rims under her eyes.
"No... you see Jan... I don't s'pose it was necessary... we both know what we feel for each other, but you know what makes it complicated... when we kissed, everything seemed to have come to an absolute standstill! Nothing else existed and it was just so damn perfect... I just stopped functioning in that moment."
Janet was smiling brightly by now and she really wanted to hug Sam... the Colonel would call
this 'need' probably compulsive-chicken-behaviour.
"And what are you going to do now, Sam?"
Sam frowned for a moment before smiling briefly." I think I'll buy a new flower pot..."
/()/()/()/()/
It had taken her quite a while to choose one, but now she was holding the perfect replacement for her, uhm... decayed former flower pot in her hands. It was blue with yellow bees dotting the whole thing in an irregular pattern.
Sam hadn't planted a flower yet, but she would get one in some days.
Carefully Sam let her fingers run over the smooth surface of the pot and admired the cute, little bees.
She just wanted to take it from the kitchen counter, when a noise from outside caught her attention. Following it, Sam wandered slowly over to the front door of her house. She was wearing pale blue jogging pants, a white spaghetti-top and plain white socks... the right outfit to wrestle down a burglar!
The noise grew louder with every step Sam came nearer the door. With one swift movement (Sam hadn't locked it), she opened her front door and...
"Uhm..."
...with bewilderment written all over her face, Sam watched as Jack O'Neill crouched on her front porch. He was eyeing her equally shocked, his mouth slightly agape as he probably tried to find a logic explanation for why he was sitting there at 1930!
"Sir, what are you doing here?"
His answer was a nervous glance down to his hands... which lead Sam to do the same.
In between his hands Jack held a dark blue flower pot and in the middle of the pot was a huge
smily-face! Despite her surprise Sam started grinning.
"You see, Carter... I, uh, thought that because I've broken yours I'd buy ya a new one, so... "
"Thanks."
Jack began nodding his head slowly, his eyes casted downwards as if he was avoiding her shy
smile. When he heard a deep sigh from above him, he couldn't resist anymore and looked up.
There she was, standing in the doorway with her arms folded protectively over her chest. With her outfit she seemed so relaxed and as he looked into her blue eyes, Jack suddenly had the feeling that he was about to do something very very bad...
"You want a beer, Sir?"
A cheeky grin appeared on his lips as he got up from the floor. Sam didn't miss the brief expression of pain as she heard the creaking of his knees.
Jack followed her inside and closed the door behind him. Sam in the meantime walked back to the kitchen to get two bottles of beer for them. She noticed a shadow moving down the corridor to the living room and allowed her eyes to close for a second as she suddenly realized the impact of the whole situation.
She rested her head against the cool surface of the fridge and sighed deeply.
He was here!
God dammit... she'd sworn that Jack O'Neill would never ever enter her house while she was still alive!
So much for keeping her word...
"Is there anything I can do, Carter?"
Sam nearly jumped when she heard the voice coming from directly behind her.
"No... I just got the beer."
She was still facing the refrigerator when she answered. Sam believed that she coudn't face him
just yet... she needed another minute to pull herself together.
She was brought out of her revery when Jack placed his flower pot on the kitchen counter. Now
that he wasn't holding anything, he rested his hand beside her head on the door of the fridge.
Sam bit her lower lip.
"Carter... what happened that day... I just needed to say that I... oh fuck, ya know how good I am when it comes to such things."
Having heard that, Sam turned around to face him... which appeared to have been a very bad idea, 'cause her CO was leaning against the fridge behind her and was therefore in a very close
proximity to her body.
This. Was. So. Not. Good.
"Sam I..."
The mere use of her name made Sam realize what was happening here.
A decision had to be made. Today... right now. They couldn't avoid the whole situation anymore!
The right time had come to face it! Maybe that was a bit too melodramatic, but...
Taking a deep breath to sooth her tingling nerves, Sam gazed into his dark brown eyes. It had to
be right... there was no other way!
Carefully Sam allowed her hand to ascend his left forearm. She wasn't intending to scare him away by just jumping him here and there... maybe ravish him and...
Sam blinked to stop the train of thoughts as long as she had some control over her body left...
A shiver ran down her spine and right into the tips of her toes when she felt a rough hand appear on her hip. Well she had realized something like that would happen when she had first touched his arm and now she had to live with it... what a pity!
Her hand finally reachd his neck and ever so slowly did it pull him down to her head... and never did their eyes separate. They watched each other as if their lives depended on it... as if both were afraid that the second person in the room could disappear in nothingness if they lost eye contact.
And then it happened and Sam couldn't help it and closed her eyes, allowing her mind to drown in the feeling of his soft lips on hers. His hand tightened around her hip and Sam's other hand found it's way up to his chest.
His lips grew more demanding as his body pressed against hers, their mouths opening under the
growing pressure of their passionate kiss.
And though both tried to prevent it, they had to separate for air. Their breathing was heavy as they gazed into each other's eyes.
"Sam... "
Her piercing blue eyes stopped him from saying anything else than her name.
And while she was watching his face, trying to memorize every part of it, Sam realized that she
had done it... had taken the step both Jack and she had dreaded for so long...
She felt his hand leave her hip and grasp her wrist. He then pulled her carefully away from the
fridge and headed towards the living room. Sam followed him, watching his body as he
walked them over to the middle of the large room.
When they had reached the couch, Jack sat down, waiting for Sam to do the same. She settled
down beside him and leaned her head against his shoulder. She had to smile when she felt his arm sneak around her back, holding her securely against him.
She felt so safe right then... how had she survived all these years without this?
His chest heaved as he drew in a heavy breath and his other arm crept up her thigh to come to a halt on her hip.
Sam just wanted to close her eyes and stay in this position for as long as the world outside would allow them, when her eyes fell on the kitchen counter...
Two flower pots were standing there, side by side. A huge smily-face and uncountable little yellow bees covering the blue surfaces... just perfect.
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FINIS!!!
Hope you liked it! I had a lot of fun writing it though! If you need a sequel, just feel free to drop a review! I won't bite, really...