Alpha Male

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Hello and welcome to my world Mwhahahahahaha

This story is going to get crazy but not right now, haven't had enough coffee yet

Hmmm ... me coffee monster... umm ummmummm....

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So much for not enough coffee yet

MORE!!!!!!

Muse shut it will you, you worked fine with out coffee be fore why not now

COS I WANT IT!!!!!! Mwhahahaaa

Sorry bout that folks read the story while I get my muse in check



Rule-of-the-roost tendancies

Jack strutted down the halls of the SGC. His SGC. Like an alpha male he prowled the base acknowledging the good work of those in his herd. He enjoyed his command even though it was certainly...challenging? No... boring more like it. Jack had never done so much paper work in his life, like a never-ending stream that seemed to flow straight through his office, where every molecule needed his attention or signature. But there where some upsides to the job, like knowing everything that was going on in the SGC, and that meant everything. From the latest mission de-brief right down to the fact that there was a young captain on SG-13 that had a crush on Daniel. Jack couldn't help but laugh at the thought of Daniel being jumped by some crazed woman. Another 'perk' was that he was always in direct contact with Hayes, who, much to Jack's dismay quickly thanked him for saving the world (again he might have added if it weren't the president he was talking to) then got straight down to business. Well, at least he still talked to the guy everyday and Hayes always seemed to have time to for him and every new detail that their conversations brought to him. And with this link Jack had knowledge of everything going on out with the complex as well. But these things which brought pleasure to the newly-made-general's life, where extremely aggravating to the leader of the flagship team. Colonel Carter was annoyed, no, pissed off at the new secretive and superior attitude of her CO. After sharing just about every detail while they where on the team together, the pitiful scrapes of information that concerned only her or her team directly left her completely unsatisfied. Not only had their working relationship changed but also their personal one as well. He never visited her like he used to whether in her lab or her home, and out side of work it seemed that he spent away from the team, from the SGC. Abandoning nights out and other events which where so important in building the strong and trusting bond that was the heart of the old SG-1. All this time was now spent with his new girl. Details on her came few and far between. So far Sam had managed to compile a short list of 'interesting' facts;
- she liked the Simpsons

- she liked pizza

- she didn't like scientists

The first two Sam completely understood, as the general found these qualities in himself and would therefore value them in a partner. The third however she objected to. Not just because she would be the one the wasn't liked, but the fact that now she had spent years converting the general so that he appreciated the work of a scientist, he could now be turned back in to a scientist hating, cocky CO, which would seriously affect their working relationship and the entire function of the SGC.

'Carter.' Now all the halls had been covered Jack decided to check on his 2IC, and in this twisted scenario the alpha female. Snapping up from her previous position of leaning over the said short list, she addressed her CO.

'Sir.' This was a rare occasion when Jack would turn up of his own accord, and although Sam was aware of his rule-of-the-roost tendencies, she wondered why he ended up here.

'What are you up to Carter?'

Um thinking over a list of things 'bout your new girlfriend in her mind she could swear she heard a 10 year old say that last word, with a w sound right after the f.

'Not much sir actually'

'What?' he said in mock anger 'No thing-a-majig or gizmo or doo-hicky got my colonel locked up in her lab for weeks on end??'

'None of the above, sir'

'What about that wat'cha'ma call it... SG-7...?'

'Done, as well as everything else in the last two months' said Sam matter of factly, 'The reports will be on your desk tomorrow'

'Good, well done colonel' as he headed for the door. Job well done. Who's next?

'Sir?'

'Yeah?' sticking his head back in the room.

'What are you up to?'

'You know this and that'

Sam recognised it instantly as one of those answers that can be used to cover a multitude of sins.

'Have you had lunch yet?' said Sam thinking that only a few years ago it would have been him pulling her from her work.

'No, but it's only... 16:00?!?!' he said shocked.

'Yeah' trying not to look at her CO as if he was mad, 'So you want to grab something?'

'I dunno I've got a thing'

'Not contagious I hope!' she said smiling, at this he grinned in reply. 'Oh come on sir, food is good, food is nutritional, food is pie!'

Jack's face went through a whirlwind of expressions, firstly of someone who is sceptical secondly one of slight disgust, and thirdly the expression you'd imagine Newton had when the apple landed on his head. Food = PIE!

Needless to say it was only the promise of pie, which could lure him away from whatever thing it was he was going to do.

'Ok'



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