Jack came home just as Sam arrived. He asked if she minded if, after he showered off the
stench of the sea, he took a nap in her bed before dinner.
Two and a half hours later Daniel, taking on the roll of the happy homemaker, informed Sam that dinner was just about ready and asked her to let Jack know. So she went into the bedroom to wake Jack. He was fast asleep on the bed with just a towel wrapped around his waist. It had loosened and hung precariously around his hips. She actually tried to look away and just as a song implants itself in your head and plays over and over again the thought that he had a fine body crept into her mind and replayed itself while drawing her eyes to him.
He felt some one in the room with him and started to bolt out of the bed only to realize it was Carter. One hand grabbing for the towel before it fell off the other grabbing for his lower back. He rubbed the sleep from his face and said.
"Sorry, didn't mean to sleep so long."
"Are you alright?"
"Think I pulled a muscle." And after surveying the floor, "Where the hell are my clothes?"
At this Daniel popped his head in, only to be glared at by Carter. 'The bastard' she thought 'he knew that Jack was in here without a stitch and send me in on this fools errand.'
"Hey Jack, how you doing."
"What no Teal'c, we could have a family reunion. Where are my…"
"Oh yeah, I… ah… I started a load of wash and gathered up everything I could fine to fill up the machine."
"And you just left me with just a fucking towel."
Carter was attempting to flee the room but Daniel filled the only exit. She couldn't quite tell if these two were angry at one another or just having a good time pushing one another's buttons. And if the latter were true her embarrassment was just adding fuel to the fire. She'd see this hand and raise them one.
"Why didn't you do the towels too" she said as she attempted to snatch O'Neill's only vestige of modesty.
As he grabbed it back to his lap his face tightened in pain as a string of expletives escaped from his lips.
The scientist put their heads together and found a board to put under the mattress and went to the druggist for some mentholated back liniment. By the time Carter returned from the store O'Neill was dressed in clean clothes, fresh from the dryer and chowing down on Daniel's concoction.
"Damn, Daniel, this fish tastes like chicken." O'Neill said with obvious relish.
"It is chicken."
"How could we afford…"
"Got paid today."
"Look we have got to be careful with our money. Our first priority is to acquire reliable transportation to get us to the Stargate."
"Do we not require adequate nourishment to accomplish our mission, O'Neill?"
"Yeah, yeah you're right T. Sorry Daniel, dinner is great but lets see how much cash is coming in and see just what we need."
They ran some numbers, realized with four salaries coming in they might not have to worry too much.
Carter told O'Neill that he could have the bed but he demurred. She insisted and also insisted that he let her apply the back rub.
"Absolutely not. As much as I admired the old coot, I don't want to smell like my grandfather."
"Do you think perhaps that the aromas of fish are more suited to a person of your rank, O'Neill?" Teal'c commented.
"Wise ass" O'Neill muttered as he pealed off his shirt.
"Okay Carter, do your thing." His back ached so, he wished that she had the healing devise with her.
Her hands were amazing; he was no longer thinking about the pain his in his back. There was a more exquisite pain and he was desperately trying to keep his mind out of the gutter. While she massaged his back he fell asleep with a silly smile on his face. She actually quite enjoyed the feeling of power to help relieve his pain and moreover to give him pleasure. She needed to get her mind out of the gutter if she were going to grade any paper that night.
When she finally decided to turn in she began to truly commiserate with O'Neill. That couch was horrid. She tried all the permutations that O'Neill had and added a few of her own, including a turn in the hammock. She got no rest and her back was beginning to ache. In desperation for a decent nights sleep she came back in the bedroom, pillow and blanket in hand.
"We're adults here, we can do this."
"Oh, I don't think so, Carter, at least not until my back gets better."
"Bastard" she muttered under her breathe.
"Sir, please, you know what I mean, just move over."
He moved over. He always did what she asked.
It was still fairly warm at night. She worn a little tank top and some old geezer pj bottoms she had found in the upstairs closet. He, if alone, would have gone without but left on his skivvies for modesty sake. But the night did strange things, uncovered this, draped this over that and brought some parts a little too close for comfort if they had been awake. But they were asleep and they slept well.
Two and a half hours later Daniel, taking on the roll of the happy homemaker, informed Sam that dinner was just about ready and asked her to let Jack know. So she went into the bedroom to wake Jack. He was fast asleep on the bed with just a towel wrapped around his waist. It had loosened and hung precariously around his hips. She actually tried to look away and just as a song implants itself in your head and plays over and over again the thought that he had a fine body crept into her mind and replayed itself while drawing her eyes to him.
He felt some one in the room with him and started to bolt out of the bed only to realize it was Carter. One hand grabbing for the towel before it fell off the other grabbing for his lower back. He rubbed the sleep from his face and said.
"Sorry, didn't mean to sleep so long."
"Are you alright?"
"Think I pulled a muscle." And after surveying the floor, "Where the hell are my clothes?"
At this Daniel popped his head in, only to be glared at by Carter. 'The bastard' she thought 'he knew that Jack was in here without a stitch and send me in on this fools errand.'
"Hey Jack, how you doing."
"What no Teal'c, we could have a family reunion. Where are my…"
"Oh yeah, I… ah… I started a load of wash and gathered up everything I could fine to fill up the machine."
"And you just left me with just a fucking towel."
Carter was attempting to flee the room but Daniel filled the only exit. She couldn't quite tell if these two were angry at one another or just having a good time pushing one another's buttons. And if the latter were true her embarrassment was just adding fuel to the fire. She'd see this hand and raise them one.
"Why didn't you do the towels too" she said as she attempted to snatch O'Neill's only vestige of modesty.
As he grabbed it back to his lap his face tightened in pain as a string of expletives escaped from his lips.
The scientist put their heads together and found a board to put under the mattress and went to the druggist for some mentholated back liniment. By the time Carter returned from the store O'Neill was dressed in clean clothes, fresh from the dryer and chowing down on Daniel's concoction.
"Damn, Daniel, this fish tastes like chicken." O'Neill said with obvious relish.
"It is chicken."
"How could we afford…"
"Got paid today."
"Look we have got to be careful with our money. Our first priority is to acquire reliable transportation to get us to the Stargate."
"Do we not require adequate nourishment to accomplish our mission, O'Neill?"
"Yeah, yeah you're right T. Sorry Daniel, dinner is great but lets see how much cash is coming in and see just what we need."
They ran some numbers, realized with four salaries coming in they might not have to worry too much.
Carter told O'Neill that he could have the bed but he demurred. She insisted and also insisted that he let her apply the back rub.
"Absolutely not. As much as I admired the old coot, I don't want to smell like my grandfather."
"Do you think perhaps that the aromas of fish are more suited to a person of your rank, O'Neill?" Teal'c commented.
"Wise ass" O'Neill muttered as he pealed off his shirt.
"Okay Carter, do your thing." His back ached so, he wished that she had the healing devise with her.
Her hands were amazing; he was no longer thinking about the pain his in his back. There was a more exquisite pain and he was desperately trying to keep his mind out of the gutter. While she massaged his back he fell asleep with a silly smile on his face. She actually quite enjoyed the feeling of power to help relieve his pain and moreover to give him pleasure. She needed to get her mind out of the gutter if she were going to grade any paper that night.
When she finally decided to turn in she began to truly commiserate with O'Neill. That couch was horrid. She tried all the permutations that O'Neill had and added a few of her own, including a turn in the hammock. She got no rest and her back was beginning to ache. In desperation for a decent nights sleep she came back in the bedroom, pillow and blanket in hand.
"We're adults here, we can do this."
"Oh, I don't think so, Carter, at least not until my back gets better."
"Bastard" she muttered under her breathe.
"Sir, please, you know what I mean, just move over."
He moved over. He always did what she asked.
It was still fairly warm at night. She worn a little tank top and some old geezer pj bottoms she had found in the upstairs closet. He, if alone, would have gone without but left on his skivvies for modesty sake. But the night did strange things, uncovered this, draped this over that and brought some parts a little too close for comfort if they had been awake. But they were asleep and they slept well.