Summary: Hmm, did they really tell 'everybody' about their upcoming wedding?
Category: Angst, Humor, Romance, Series Season: future Season Pairing: Jack/Sam Rating: PG13 Warnings: language, maybe... 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.
Author's notes:
Here's the fifth part of this series and to be honest I have never even considered the possibility of writing a series... but thanks to all the feedback, I had no other choice but to keep on writing! So if you wanne know what happens after this one just go on and write some lines!
Thanks for betaing Susan and Amy! You did a great job!! And Shan, thanks for helping me with 'J-prob'... promise to write something soon!! xD
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'Where are those damn keys'
Impatiently Sam rummaged through the content of her jeans pockets. She knew that they were somewhere in there, but she just couldn't find... Ha, there they were!
Inserting the key into the lock, Sam turned it and pushed the door open with her right foot. Immediately the scent of a warm meal engulfed her and Sam had to smile when she saw a burning candle standing on a shelf in the hallway of Jack's house.
He was sooo sweet!
Not that she'd ever tell him this, but it was really one of his best characteristics... though she had to admit, that it wasn't 'the' best he had to offer...
"Jack, I'm home."
Sam stood silently in the corridor for a long moment, waiting patiently for his muffled voice to reach her ears, but nothing happened.
Frowning slightly (a Jack O'Neill that wasn't at home and a burning candle were not good signs), Sam made her way over to the entrance to the living room. She dropped her keys carelessly onto the counter and allowed her eyes to roam over the inner of the room.
Where the hell was he?
Suddenly Sam's eyes fell onto another candle... and a third.
Jack's absence was momentarily forgotten, as she walked over to the two dangerous flames (what if they had fallen over and had set off a fire!) and blew them out. Good, now that she'd made sure that the house was no longer in risk of burning down, Sam went back to the living room door and walked down the hallway to the kitchen.
"Jack? I hope you turned off the oven!" She could smell fish... she loved fish, despite the uncountable invitations she had turned down in the last years.
Inhaling deeply, Sam was just about to enter the kitchen, when she heard something... Something she'd never heard before in this house... Something that sounded suspiciously like a howling dog...
Her eyes wandered down to the bottom of the door frame, where she actually found a howling dog. A puppy!
"Hey, baby... what are you doing here, huh?" Sam knelt down in front of the black and white coloured puppy and grasped it under its forelegs, lifting it up from the linoleum floor and held it at arm's length.
The dog was still howling and its heart-rending eyes watched her intently. Sam felt something moving underneath her fingers and when she looked over the puppy's head she could see its tail swinging happily from side to side.
A huge smile spread out over her face, as Sam took the little dog into her arms and got up from the floor. With the hand that wasn't holding the puppy securely against her chest, Sam stroked its head.
Sooo sweeet!
Sam just couldn't take her eyes away from the little, furry, happy bundle... ohhhh, she really wanted to squeeze the air outta this cute baby.
She heard somebody approaching her from behind and smiled evilly...
"No, Jack, we won't call him Thor."
"But Sam! I mean... how did you know I wanted to... ?"
Jack was pre-empted from Sam's lips on his (he wasn't the only one in this relationship who could stop the other person mid-sentence with this!).
"Jack, Jack, Jack... I can see right through you buddy." Jack grinned boyishly and encircled her with his arms.
"And I guess 'King Kong' is not acceptable as well, huh?" Sam kissed him quickly, before stepping out of his embrace and heading to the kitchen table.
Having reached it, she placed the squirming puppy on the smooth surface and stroked its chin, ears and belly.
"I never get treated like him!"
"That's because you don't have this cute wet nose and this toddler-way of walking... he's such a cute little baby... he's an Australian Shepherd, right?"
"Astrophysicist, biker, US Air Force Colonel and dog-lover... what a woman!"
His hands started massaging her shoulders and Sam leaned into the gentle touch of his oh-so talented fingers... she so wouldn't have believed what he was able to do with them, never!
"He really needs a name... what about Rick... or Dick!" "Rick sounds good, but 'Dick'? Please Sam, I don't want a dog that is named after the male reproductive organ!"
Sam smiled with full-force and leant her head back over the back of the chair to steal a kiss. Jack fulfilled her wish eagerly and kissed her deeply. When they came up for air, both were breathing heavily.
"How 'bout we just forget the dinner and take this elsewhere... maybe upstairs?" Sam bit her lower lip and turned around to face him fully.
"How 'bout we eat, go for a walk with Rick and 'then' get upstairs?" "Whatever you want honey."
/()/()/()/()/
Sleepily, Sam opened her eyes and peered at the little alarm clock on her nightstand.
It read 0600 and Sam groaned as she realized that she could have slept another two hours. Because that was the time when Mr. 'It's-sunday-and-I'm-retired-and-won't-get-up-that-early' decided to wake up and occupy the bathroom with his Adonis-body.
But thanks to her military training she'd always wake up at sharp 6 o'clock in the morning.
What a curse!
So instead of trying desperately (and in vain) to get back to sleep, Sam unhooked her leg from around Jack's and allowed her hand to run down his bare chest one last time, before slipping out from under the covers.
Sam had barely left Jack's side, when he turned on his belly and hugged her pillow to his face, mumbling something incoherently. Sam smiled gently and bent down to plant a quick kiss on top of Jack's head.
Having accomplished her mission to leave him without actually waking him up (he had 'such' sharp senses...), Sam got up from the soft mattress and made her way over to the half closed bathroom door.
She disappeared behind the wooden door and soon the sound of water could be heard... though maybe Jack didn't really 'hear' it!
/()/()/()/()/
With eyes that disobeyed his brain's order to focus, Jack tried to make out the numbers on the little watch on Sam's nightstand. It was one of those that showed the exact time... Sam loved being punctual and couldn't live without it.
Aha... a number appeared slightly blurred... a... maybe guessing worked... an eight!
Jack smiled lazily into the darkness behind his lids (his eyes had closed magically without his brain's consent) and inhaled deeply. His arms stretched out over the whole width of the king size bed and he suddenly remembered that he hadn't felt the warmth of somebody's body when his fuzzy mind had decided to stop sleeping...
"Sam?"
His eyes opened again and wandered without any actual aim over the room... where the hell was that woman?
"Sam... where are you?" Jack asked the silence in a sing-song voice. No answer.
Sighing audibly, Jack tossed the covers to the floor and jumped out of the bed, rolling his shoulders to get the sleepiness out of them. For a second all he could see were those lovely bright stars, but well... he was getting older and that was supposed to happen to cranky guys like him!
"Jack, I'm downstairs."
"Alright, gotta come down after I relieved my poor bladder..."
After some minutes (he would never leave the bathroom without having brushed his teeth) he left the bedroom and walked carefully down the stairs, following the scent of fresh coffee and... something else...
Jack furrowed his brows and automatically his nose wrinkled. What the hell...
"Hey, Jack, did you sleep well?"
Sam was sitting on the kitchen floor and stroked the upturned belly of their new family member... no his name wasn't 'King Kong'... uhm, and it sure as hell wasn't 'Dick'... oh yeah, right! Rick!
"Hey, Ricky... how's my dangerous beast? Have you killed anything this morning?" Sam grinned up at him and kept on petting the squirming puppy with her hands. And as Jack watched her he had suddenly the need to really kiss her... hard.
The scene displayed in front of him, was a picture of pure innocence... sooo adorable! "This puppy is probably the luckiest dog in the whole wide universe."
Sam frowned.
"I mean, everybody who's had the pleasure to get caressed like Rick right now, including me of course, knows how he's feeling right now... though I'd wish it was me getting stroked and kissed and..."
"He peeed onto the kitchen floor when he saw me this morning... some men know how to make a woman feel special."
"Well, he loves you and was just so damn happy... and this explains the interesting scent here."
The little furry ball turned and made his way with clumsy movements to the second person on the kitchen floor. His tail wiggled happily from side to side as Rick approached Jack quickly.
"I gotta get some fresh rolls and then we can have a long lazy breakfast." "Can we eat naked? This gives the whole eating-in-the-morning-with-the-person-you-love a totally new aspect... kind of arousing I'd say."
Sam chuckled and took her purse from the table, shaking her head as she had a million dollar smile plastered on her lips. She leaned down to capture Jack's lips in a sweet kiss.
"Promises, promises... then why are you still dressed, flyboy?" With that, Sam left him grinning in the kitchen and made her way to the bakery.
/()/()/()/()/
'Ding-Dong'...'Ding-Dong'...
So much for getting naked and waiting with a rose in his mouth on the kitchen table. Jack was glad he had instead decided to set the table in a still mostly dressed state.
"I'm coming!"
Jack carefully stepped around the sleeping form of their puppy 'Rick'.
Rolling his eyes as he heard a fist connecting with the front door, Jack swore under his breath. He quickly made his way over to the door and turned the knob, pulling it open and setting his face as neutral as possible without looking too artificial... years of military training helped him to accomplish this more than difficult mission!
He would have never expected to see the person that was waiting outside the front door. Jack O'Neill had faced a lot of dangers in his life, but he'd never even thought about the horror that was currently watching his (clad in boxers) body from head to toe.
And as he watched the other person back, two things rushed through his mind:
The first thing was a list of 'Things I have to do before kicking the bucket:
-damn the regs and tell Samantha Carter that I love her like a madman... Done!
-ask her to merry me... Done!
-have sex with her in my bedroom... Done!
-find that mysterious mole... Done!
-have sex with her on my couch and anywhere else in this house... Oh, yeah, mission completed!!'
The second thing was the question why his life didn't play through his mind in high speed... like they say it'd happen when you're near death?!
"Jack."
"Jake."
All right, the introduction was over and Jack was still breathing, had no fractures or a fried brain (he couldn't know what this man was actually 'hiding' under his earth-clothes... please God don't let it be a hand-device!).
Jack cleared his throat soundly and opened the door wider, allowing the older man to step into his house... where he would find his death very soon. God bless he had a testament!
Before he closed the door behind his doomed body, Jack saw a military jeep driving down the long street that lead roughly to Cheyenne Mountain... should he survive this day, Jack would kill Daniel for not phoning him!
"So Jack... I heard you're retired?"
Damn that man! Why did he not just give him the deathblow straight away? Now that he still had his -or at least some- dignity left.
"Yeah... thought the time was right to allow somebody else to get their hands dirty." "Oh, I understand... somebody like Sam?"
Jack had the sudden need to clear his dry throat again... but he decided against it. Doing that too often and in front of his maybe-soon-to-be-father-in-law wasn't that good an idea... in fact it would show how nervous he was at the moment.
"Uhm, yes... Sam, I mean Carter has been ready for her own command for a long time now and the opportunity was just too good to pass up."
"Yeah, I agree with you on that one, but don't you think there was another reason for your... let's call it rushed decision to leave the Air Force?" His death sentence had been signed...
Jack cleared his throat. Dammit!
"I'm not sure what you're implying on, Jake..." God he needed time! Sam couldn't need that long to get some rolls!
The ex-General clasped his hands tightly behind his back and slowly walked back to where Jack was still standing against the door. The air was getting rapidly thinner in this house...
"A little bird told me that my daughter thinks about selling her house and moving elsewhere... or should I say to somebody else's house?"
"Daniel?"
Jacob nodded, eyes never leaving Jack's face.
"Well, Sam isn't here right now, as you can see... but I guess if you call her and we know where she is, then I could drive ya to her and she could explain this big huge misunderstanding and we..."
"What! You call the relationship you have with my 'only' daughter a 'big huge misunderstanding'? Jack don't make me lose the rest of my self-control!"
Jack gulped quickly and carefully walked around Jacob, avoiding eye contact as best as possible. He had to get his ass out of the danger zone. Standing there and playing target for a Tok'ra, was not one of his best ideas... maybe if he could insert his boot in his way too big mouth...
"Jack, I want an honest answer."
"Sure... Sir."
The ghost of a smile hushed over Jacob's lips, before he re-assumed his stoic position and folded his arms across his chest. His eyes narrowed and he pursed his lips, waiting for Jack to gather what was left of his strength.
"Do you love my daughter?"
The question 'Who?' burned on Jack's tongue, but the last bit of his brain prevented him from committing suicide.
"Uhm...well, you see...yes?"
"Was that a question or your answer?"
Jack cleared his throat.
"Yeah, I mean yes, Sir! I love Sam and am going to marry her even if you chop my head off my body!"
He stood tall as he delivered Jake his final say in the matter... he was so brave! Though watching the emotionless features of the other man might force his braveness down to a new record minimum.
"Dad? What are you doing here?"
Jack and Jacob turned to the open door.
Jack's mind screamed 'thank you God' and he allowed his shoulders to slump in relief.
Sam was standing there, one hand holding the bag with rolls, the other one gripping the doorknob tightly. She was frowning and her eyes flickered back and forth between the two men.
"Hey, kiddo... how are you doing?"
Jacob engulfed her in a fatherly hug and squeezed her against his chest.
With his enemy's back now facing him, Jack's eyes widened and he sought Sam's gaze, mouthing 'help' when she finally saw his pleading look. She just smiled back and stepped out of her dad's embrace.
"I'm fine Dad, what about you? How's Selmac and the rest of the family?" "Oh, they're all more or less fine."
Jacob's hand settled on the small of Sam's back, leading her to the living room. As they passed Jack, Jacob glared over his shoulder... just for good measure.
Jack watched as Sam and Jacob sat down on the large couch and suddenly an image of what he and Sam had done there sprang to his mind... God, he would never look in the other man's eyes again!
"Why didn't anybody call me that you came through the gate today? I would have come back then." "That was not necessary Sam, a Captain drove me to Jack's house."
Sam bit the inner part of her cheek and smiled tightly... and that Jack was fumbling nervously with his fingers and had a horrified expression on his face, didn't help a bit.
"They've already told you about Jack and me?" "Yes, unfortunately George did... I, uhm, asked him in my friendliest manner."
"I was actually planning to deliver you the news some time ago, but we couldn't get hold of you. The Tok'ra apparently decided to play planet-hopping and so my messages never found their destiny."
"Don't worry Sam, wasn't your fault, but you do understand that it's quite a shock to find out that your daughter is going to marry her ex-CO in nearly two weeks... I think it is my duty as your father to make sure this man deserves you!"
"So what? You start asking weird questions like you've always done when I've brought somebody home?"
Jacob frowned and nodded, the corners of his mouth lifting up to an earnest smile.
"You know... I wasn't so bad, Sam... now was I, Jack?" He asked the other white as a ghost man. "I asked him whether he loves you and he stood tall and said 'yes'." Sam smiled brightly up to where Jack was leaning against a wall.
Feeling a bit safer now, Jack moved to the armchair opposite the couch. He was so damn glad Jacob had decided against an execution and had just intended to scare him a bit out of his mind. And Jack had to admit that his legs had actually started to feel wobbly...
"You two know that everybody suspected this." "Yeah... well we didn't realize that everybody 'everybody' knew about our... feelings for each other. The only people we knew for sure were Janet, Daniel and Teal'c. That there were betting pools, was absolutely new to me!"
Sam grasped Jack's hand and got up from where she had been sitting beside her Dad. Carefully she stepped around the small coffee table and sat down on the armrest to Jack's right. His arm crept around Sam's back and held her protectively. Sam leant her head down and kissed him tenderly.
'This' woman was 'his' property! And there was nothing in hell that could make him think otherwise.
To his luck, Jacob still seemed to tolerate what he was doing with his daughter and just kept on watching him with eagle eyes.
"I'm happy for you two and I guess I've made sure with my interrogation that Jack really loves you and doesn't want to marry you to... I don't know, take advantage of you!"
"I know it's difficult to believe, but I don't love her just because of all the great sex we have..." Three pairs of eyes, terror evident in them, stared at each other...
Uh-Oh...
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FINIS!!!
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Category: Angst, Humor, Romance, Series Season: future Season Pairing: Jack/Sam Rating: PG13 Warnings: language, maybe... 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.
Author's notes:
Here's the fifth part of this series and to be honest I have never even considered the possibility of writing a series... but thanks to all the feedback, I had no other choice but to keep on writing! So if you wanne know what happens after this one just go on and write some lines!
Thanks for betaing Susan and Amy! You did a great job!! And Shan, thanks for helping me with 'J-prob'... promise to write something soon!! xD
/()/()/()/()/
'Where are those damn keys'
Impatiently Sam rummaged through the content of her jeans pockets. She knew that they were somewhere in there, but she just couldn't find... Ha, there they were!
Inserting the key into the lock, Sam turned it and pushed the door open with her right foot. Immediately the scent of a warm meal engulfed her and Sam had to smile when she saw a burning candle standing on a shelf in the hallway of Jack's house.
He was sooo sweet!
Not that she'd ever tell him this, but it was really one of his best characteristics... though she had to admit, that it wasn't 'the' best he had to offer...
"Jack, I'm home."
Sam stood silently in the corridor for a long moment, waiting patiently for his muffled voice to reach her ears, but nothing happened.
Frowning slightly (a Jack O'Neill that wasn't at home and a burning candle were not good signs), Sam made her way over to the entrance to the living room. She dropped her keys carelessly onto the counter and allowed her eyes to roam over the inner of the room.
Where the hell was he?
Suddenly Sam's eyes fell onto another candle... and a third.
Jack's absence was momentarily forgotten, as she walked over to the two dangerous flames (what if they had fallen over and had set off a fire!) and blew them out. Good, now that she'd made sure that the house was no longer in risk of burning down, Sam went back to the living room door and walked down the hallway to the kitchen.
"Jack? I hope you turned off the oven!" She could smell fish... she loved fish, despite the uncountable invitations she had turned down in the last years.
Inhaling deeply, Sam was just about to enter the kitchen, when she heard something... Something she'd never heard before in this house... Something that sounded suspiciously like a howling dog...
Her eyes wandered down to the bottom of the door frame, where she actually found a howling dog. A puppy!
"Hey, baby... what are you doing here, huh?" Sam knelt down in front of the black and white coloured puppy and grasped it under its forelegs, lifting it up from the linoleum floor and held it at arm's length.
The dog was still howling and its heart-rending eyes watched her intently. Sam felt something moving underneath her fingers and when she looked over the puppy's head she could see its tail swinging happily from side to side.
A huge smile spread out over her face, as Sam took the little dog into her arms and got up from the floor. With the hand that wasn't holding the puppy securely against her chest, Sam stroked its head.
Sooo sweeet!
Sam just couldn't take her eyes away from the little, furry, happy bundle... ohhhh, she really wanted to squeeze the air outta this cute baby.
She heard somebody approaching her from behind and smiled evilly...
"No, Jack, we won't call him Thor."
"But Sam! I mean... how did you know I wanted to... ?"
Jack was pre-empted from Sam's lips on his (he wasn't the only one in this relationship who could stop the other person mid-sentence with this!).
"Jack, Jack, Jack... I can see right through you buddy." Jack grinned boyishly and encircled her with his arms.
"And I guess 'King Kong' is not acceptable as well, huh?" Sam kissed him quickly, before stepping out of his embrace and heading to the kitchen table.
Having reached it, she placed the squirming puppy on the smooth surface and stroked its chin, ears and belly.
"I never get treated like him!"
"That's because you don't have this cute wet nose and this toddler-way of walking... he's such a cute little baby... he's an Australian Shepherd, right?"
"Astrophysicist, biker, US Air Force Colonel and dog-lover... what a woman!"
His hands started massaging her shoulders and Sam leaned into the gentle touch of his oh-so talented fingers... she so wouldn't have believed what he was able to do with them, never!
"He really needs a name... what about Rick... or Dick!" "Rick sounds good, but 'Dick'? Please Sam, I don't want a dog that is named after the male reproductive organ!"
Sam smiled with full-force and leant her head back over the back of the chair to steal a kiss. Jack fulfilled her wish eagerly and kissed her deeply. When they came up for air, both were breathing heavily.
"How 'bout we just forget the dinner and take this elsewhere... maybe upstairs?" Sam bit her lower lip and turned around to face him fully.
"How 'bout we eat, go for a walk with Rick and 'then' get upstairs?" "Whatever you want honey."
/()/()/()/()/
Sleepily, Sam opened her eyes and peered at the little alarm clock on her nightstand.
It read 0600 and Sam groaned as she realized that she could have slept another two hours. Because that was the time when Mr. 'It's-sunday-and-I'm-retired-and-won't-get-up-that-early' decided to wake up and occupy the bathroom with his Adonis-body.
But thanks to her military training she'd always wake up at sharp 6 o'clock in the morning.
What a curse!
So instead of trying desperately (and in vain) to get back to sleep, Sam unhooked her leg from around Jack's and allowed her hand to run down his bare chest one last time, before slipping out from under the covers.
Sam had barely left Jack's side, when he turned on his belly and hugged her pillow to his face, mumbling something incoherently. Sam smiled gently and bent down to plant a quick kiss on top of Jack's head.
Having accomplished her mission to leave him without actually waking him up (he had 'such' sharp senses...), Sam got up from the soft mattress and made her way over to the half closed bathroom door.
She disappeared behind the wooden door and soon the sound of water could be heard... though maybe Jack didn't really 'hear' it!
/()/()/()/()/
With eyes that disobeyed his brain's order to focus, Jack tried to make out the numbers on the little watch on Sam's nightstand. It was one of those that showed the exact time... Sam loved being punctual and couldn't live without it.
Aha... a number appeared slightly blurred... a... maybe guessing worked... an eight!
Jack smiled lazily into the darkness behind his lids (his eyes had closed magically without his brain's consent) and inhaled deeply. His arms stretched out over the whole width of the king size bed and he suddenly remembered that he hadn't felt the warmth of somebody's body when his fuzzy mind had decided to stop sleeping...
"Sam?"
His eyes opened again and wandered without any actual aim over the room... where the hell was that woman?
"Sam... where are you?" Jack asked the silence in a sing-song voice. No answer.
Sighing audibly, Jack tossed the covers to the floor and jumped out of the bed, rolling his shoulders to get the sleepiness out of them. For a second all he could see were those lovely bright stars, but well... he was getting older and that was supposed to happen to cranky guys like him!
"Jack, I'm downstairs."
"Alright, gotta come down after I relieved my poor bladder..."
After some minutes (he would never leave the bathroom without having brushed his teeth) he left the bedroom and walked carefully down the stairs, following the scent of fresh coffee and... something else...
Jack furrowed his brows and automatically his nose wrinkled. What the hell...
"Hey, Jack, did you sleep well?"
Sam was sitting on the kitchen floor and stroked the upturned belly of their new family member... no his name wasn't 'King Kong'... uhm, and it sure as hell wasn't 'Dick'... oh yeah, right! Rick!
"Hey, Ricky... how's my dangerous beast? Have you killed anything this morning?" Sam grinned up at him and kept on petting the squirming puppy with her hands. And as Jack watched her he had suddenly the need to really kiss her... hard.
The scene displayed in front of him, was a picture of pure innocence... sooo adorable! "This puppy is probably the luckiest dog in the whole wide universe."
Sam frowned.
"I mean, everybody who's had the pleasure to get caressed like Rick right now, including me of course, knows how he's feeling right now... though I'd wish it was me getting stroked and kissed and..."
"He peeed onto the kitchen floor when he saw me this morning... some men know how to make a woman feel special."
"Well, he loves you and was just so damn happy... and this explains the interesting scent here."
The little furry ball turned and made his way with clumsy movements to the second person on the kitchen floor. His tail wiggled happily from side to side as Rick approached Jack quickly.
"I gotta get some fresh rolls and then we can have a long lazy breakfast." "Can we eat naked? This gives the whole eating-in-the-morning-with-the-person-you-love a totally new aspect... kind of arousing I'd say."
Sam chuckled and took her purse from the table, shaking her head as she had a million dollar smile plastered on her lips. She leaned down to capture Jack's lips in a sweet kiss.
"Promises, promises... then why are you still dressed, flyboy?" With that, Sam left him grinning in the kitchen and made her way to the bakery.
/()/()/()/()/
'Ding-Dong'...'Ding-Dong'...
So much for getting naked and waiting with a rose in his mouth on the kitchen table. Jack was glad he had instead decided to set the table in a still mostly dressed state.
"I'm coming!"
Jack carefully stepped around the sleeping form of their puppy 'Rick'.
Rolling his eyes as he heard a fist connecting with the front door, Jack swore under his breath. He quickly made his way over to the door and turned the knob, pulling it open and setting his face as neutral as possible without looking too artificial... years of military training helped him to accomplish this more than difficult mission!
He would have never expected to see the person that was waiting outside the front door. Jack O'Neill had faced a lot of dangers in his life, but he'd never even thought about the horror that was currently watching his (clad in boxers) body from head to toe.
And as he watched the other person back, two things rushed through his mind:
The first thing was a list of 'Things I have to do before kicking the bucket:
-damn the regs and tell Samantha Carter that I love her like a madman... Done!
-ask her to merry me... Done!
-have sex with her in my bedroom... Done!
-find that mysterious mole... Done!
-have sex with her on my couch and anywhere else in this house... Oh, yeah, mission completed!!'
The second thing was the question why his life didn't play through his mind in high speed... like they say it'd happen when you're near death?!
"Jack."
"Jake."
All right, the introduction was over and Jack was still breathing, had no fractures or a fried brain (he couldn't know what this man was actually 'hiding' under his earth-clothes... please God don't let it be a hand-device!).
Jack cleared his throat soundly and opened the door wider, allowing the older man to step into his house... where he would find his death very soon. God bless he had a testament!
Before he closed the door behind his doomed body, Jack saw a military jeep driving down the long street that lead roughly to Cheyenne Mountain... should he survive this day, Jack would kill Daniel for not phoning him!
"So Jack... I heard you're retired?"
Damn that man! Why did he not just give him the deathblow straight away? Now that he still had his -or at least some- dignity left.
"Yeah... thought the time was right to allow somebody else to get their hands dirty." "Oh, I understand... somebody like Sam?"
Jack had the sudden need to clear his dry throat again... but he decided against it. Doing that too often and in front of his maybe-soon-to-be-father-in-law wasn't that good an idea... in fact it would show how nervous he was at the moment.
"Uhm, yes... Sam, I mean Carter has been ready for her own command for a long time now and the opportunity was just too good to pass up."
"Yeah, I agree with you on that one, but don't you think there was another reason for your... let's call it rushed decision to leave the Air Force?" His death sentence had been signed...
Jack cleared his throat. Dammit!
"I'm not sure what you're implying on, Jake..." God he needed time! Sam couldn't need that long to get some rolls!
The ex-General clasped his hands tightly behind his back and slowly walked back to where Jack was still standing against the door. The air was getting rapidly thinner in this house...
"A little bird told me that my daughter thinks about selling her house and moving elsewhere... or should I say to somebody else's house?"
"Daniel?"
Jacob nodded, eyes never leaving Jack's face.
"Well, Sam isn't here right now, as you can see... but I guess if you call her and we know where she is, then I could drive ya to her and she could explain this big huge misunderstanding and we..."
"What! You call the relationship you have with my 'only' daughter a 'big huge misunderstanding'? Jack don't make me lose the rest of my self-control!"
Jack gulped quickly and carefully walked around Jacob, avoiding eye contact as best as possible. He had to get his ass out of the danger zone. Standing there and playing target for a Tok'ra, was not one of his best ideas... maybe if he could insert his boot in his way too big mouth...
"Jack, I want an honest answer."
"Sure... Sir."
The ghost of a smile hushed over Jacob's lips, before he re-assumed his stoic position and folded his arms across his chest. His eyes narrowed and he pursed his lips, waiting for Jack to gather what was left of his strength.
"Do you love my daughter?"
The question 'Who?' burned on Jack's tongue, but the last bit of his brain prevented him from committing suicide.
"Uhm...well, you see...yes?"
"Was that a question or your answer?"
Jack cleared his throat.
"Yeah, I mean yes, Sir! I love Sam and am going to marry her even if you chop my head off my body!"
He stood tall as he delivered Jake his final say in the matter... he was so brave! Though watching the emotionless features of the other man might force his braveness down to a new record minimum.
"Dad? What are you doing here?"
Jack and Jacob turned to the open door.
Jack's mind screamed 'thank you God' and he allowed his shoulders to slump in relief.
Sam was standing there, one hand holding the bag with rolls, the other one gripping the doorknob tightly. She was frowning and her eyes flickered back and forth between the two men.
"Hey, kiddo... how are you doing?"
Jacob engulfed her in a fatherly hug and squeezed her against his chest.
With his enemy's back now facing him, Jack's eyes widened and he sought Sam's gaze, mouthing 'help' when she finally saw his pleading look. She just smiled back and stepped out of her dad's embrace.
"I'm fine Dad, what about you? How's Selmac and the rest of the family?" "Oh, they're all more or less fine."
Jacob's hand settled on the small of Sam's back, leading her to the living room. As they passed Jack, Jacob glared over his shoulder... just for good measure.
Jack watched as Sam and Jacob sat down on the large couch and suddenly an image of what he and Sam had done there sprang to his mind... God, he would never look in the other man's eyes again!
"Why didn't anybody call me that you came through the gate today? I would have come back then." "That was not necessary Sam, a Captain drove me to Jack's house."
Sam bit the inner part of her cheek and smiled tightly... and that Jack was fumbling nervously with his fingers and had a horrified expression on his face, didn't help a bit.
"They've already told you about Jack and me?" "Yes, unfortunately George did... I, uhm, asked him in my friendliest manner."
"I was actually planning to deliver you the news some time ago, but we couldn't get hold of you. The Tok'ra apparently decided to play planet-hopping and so my messages never found their destiny."
"Don't worry Sam, wasn't your fault, but you do understand that it's quite a shock to find out that your daughter is going to marry her ex-CO in nearly two weeks... I think it is my duty as your father to make sure this man deserves you!"
"So what? You start asking weird questions like you've always done when I've brought somebody home?"
Jacob frowned and nodded, the corners of his mouth lifting up to an earnest smile.
"You know... I wasn't so bad, Sam... now was I, Jack?" He asked the other white as a ghost man. "I asked him whether he loves you and he stood tall and said 'yes'." Sam smiled brightly up to where Jack was leaning against a wall.
Feeling a bit safer now, Jack moved to the armchair opposite the couch. He was so damn glad Jacob had decided against an execution and had just intended to scare him a bit out of his mind. And Jack had to admit that his legs had actually started to feel wobbly...
"You two know that everybody suspected this." "Yeah... well we didn't realize that everybody 'everybody' knew about our... feelings for each other. The only people we knew for sure were Janet, Daniel and Teal'c. That there were betting pools, was absolutely new to me!"
Sam grasped Jack's hand and got up from where she had been sitting beside her Dad. Carefully she stepped around the small coffee table and sat down on the armrest to Jack's right. His arm crept around Sam's back and held her protectively. Sam leant her head down and kissed him tenderly.
'This' woman was 'his' property! And there was nothing in hell that could make him think otherwise.
To his luck, Jacob still seemed to tolerate what he was doing with his daughter and just kept on watching him with eagle eyes.
"I'm happy for you two and I guess I've made sure with my interrogation that Jack really loves you and doesn't want to marry you to... I don't know, take advantage of you!"
"I know it's difficult to believe, but I don't love her just because of all the great sex we have..." Three pairs of eyes, terror evident in them, stared at each other...
Uh-Oh...
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