Hello creatures! Only a few more chapters I think...
I'm hurrying with this, so I can post it fast.
Any problems, queries, suggestions, anything, just send me an email - sky_fly1@hotmail.com.
Keep reviewing! Please!
Ok, ok, I'll get on with it.
This is seen from a coupla POVs, but bear with me, plz! ***
- Grapes, Garages, and Gizmos -
"Mornin' Carter!"
"*HOW* can he be cheerful!?" Sam muttered, clutching her head, and groaning.
She stumbled foreward, and spotting her pack, began throwing gear randomly out of it, whispering feverishly, "Caffeine, *caffeine!*" Finally her hands came to rest on a small container of instant coffee.
Sam kissed the container fervently, praising all the gods and false gods in the universe.
Grabbing a mug, she poured some hot water from the boiling kettle, and unscrewed the lid to the coffee jar.
"How much..." she mused, shaking out the granuals into her mug. "Ah, what the hell!" She emptied the entire container.
She found a good spot to sit and savour the caffeine-enriched substance, and curled up on the ground.
Daniel hesitantly approached, only to stop when greeted with, "No! Stay away! My coffee! All mine! My precious..." Sam stroked the mug, giggling insanely, her pupils the size of pinpricks.
***
"Mornin' Carter!" O'Neill spotted his 2IC emerging from her tent, looking a little worse-for-wear.
*God, the headache she must have after those flowers...* he winced sympathetically. *It was bad enough for me...that's gotta hurt...*
The major's hair resembled a harrassed porcupine, her clothes were wrinkled enough to send an iron running away screaming, and she looked as gaunt and tired as he'd ever seen her. In fact, the only time he'd seen her come close to resembling this er...fashion statement... was after one of the SGC's Christmas parties. One too many cups of highly alcoholic punch... He'd driven her home, and put her to bed on her couch. Jack knew she'd be annoyed if she threw up on her new bedspread.
***
The Christmas Party
Actually, a drunk Carter was rather interesting to watch. She'd started spouting off some techno gibberish, mixed it up, tried to go back and fix it, and end up confusing herself completely. Thing is, he couldn't tell the difference when she changed things anyway.
So he'd just stood there, looking into her very fascinating, if rather unfocussed, blue-grey eyes. Carter didn't mind, she had a captive audience, even if he didn't understand a word of what she was talking about.
Then she had begun giggling, and asked him to dance. He'd tried to get out of it. Dancing in public was definately not his thing. But she insisted, drunkenly pouting, and accusing him loudly of spoiling all her fun.
So he gave in. But they got to the crowded dance floor, and he'd just hesitantly held out his hand to take her outstretched one when-
"Where's the bathroom?!" she ran, stumbling, to the ladies toilets. Following five minutes of rather interesting sound-effects, he'd grabbed his car keys and Carter's handbag. When she'd appeared at the doorway, looking slightly green, he'd helped her out the door, muttering a goodbye to Daniel and Teal'c, walked awkwardly down the hallway, a hand around her waist to stop her falling, and impatiently waited for the lift. Finally reaching the surface, he guided her to his car, and helped her into the back. Getting into the driver's seat, he started the engine, and drove out of Cheyenne Mountain, to Carter's house.
Pulling up outside her place, he glanced in the rearview mirror, smiling slightly at what he saw. She had fallen asleep, curled up across the seats, looking very angelic, golden hair framing her peaceful face.
Sighing involutarily, he got out of the car, opened the back, scooped her up, and gently walked to her front door. Then scrabbling around in her bag, he retrieved her keys, opened the door, walked into the living room, and lay her on the couch, still fast asleep.
As quietly as he could, he grabbed some blankets from her room, and took them back to the couch. He unfolded one, and began tucking it around her, before laying the other over her. As he walked across the room to grab his car keys, he heard a soft, sleepy voice.
"Sir?" Her eyes, unfocussed from fatigue, stared up at him.
"Yeah, it's me, Carter." He took the few steps back across the room, to stand beside her.
Crouching next to her, he said, "You should try to get some sleep, you're gonna have one hell of a headache tomorrow morning."
She nodded, and yawned.
"Thankyou for bringing me home," she smiled.
He smiled back. "Anytime."
Suddenly, she began leaning towards him. Her brilliant eyes luring him. Years of obeying the regulations made him resist. Should he? Why not? But it could ruin her career...
His mind battled his heart, a furious internal conflict. Just as her face was inches from his, he turned away.
"We shouldn't do this." He stood up, masking the regret that was burning inside.
"I'll see you tomorrow Carter." He turned and walked out, closing the front door behind him.
~~~
The next day, she turned up to work on time as normal, but looking like the ghost of Christmas hangovers. Dark circles under her eyes, hair a mess, clothes unruly.
They'd passed each other in the hallway, on the way to a briefing. He'd forgotten to bring his mission folder, and so he was rushing back to his office.
He attempted to appear normal, giving her a sardonic smile and his usual, "Hey Carter!"
She returned the greeting, and appeared completely normal, appart from the hang-over. No awkwardness, no lack of eye-contact, no, "Uh, Sir, about last night..."
It hit him. She didn't remember. Relief and regret flooded him, he couldn't tell which he felt more. Of course, why hadn't he thought of that? She was drunk and tired at the time, and she probably didn't remember much after the first drinks.
Just to make sure, he hesitantly said, "How's your head Carter? Did you sleep alright on the couch?"
He recieved a quick smile for his trouble. "Yes Sir. Daniel told me you drove me home. Thanks." She rubbed her temples. "I can't remember anything after running for the bathroom. It's all hazy..."
Lowering her hands, she caught sight of her watch.
"We'd better run, we're late for the briefing!"
They sprinted down the hall, narrowly avoiding a collision with an airman.
***
They'd come close that time. Too close. They had walked that fine line between friendship and something more, and so nearly stepped over.
He sighed quietly, before focussing on what was happening around him.
Carter had sat down under a tree, clutching a steaming mug of coffee. Daniel, unable to help himself, crept across and tried to steal the mug.
"Please Sam! You finished off all the coffee! I'm desperate! I need caffeine! Just a sip!" he wailed, grovelling at the major's feet.
In answer, Carter growled at him, hunched protectively over the mug, and began muttering, "Mine, all mine!" She giggled hysterically.
"Oookay..." O'Neill raised an eyebrow, Teal'c style. *Must be a scientist thing...*
He walked across to the pair, and snatched the cup out of Sam's hands. Holding it out of their reach, he shook his head at them. They both stood on tip-toes, vainly trying to grab it out of his hands. "No more coffee for you two," he said sternly. Their frantic attempts increased. "Unless you share." Spotting some grapes sticking out of Carter's pack, he walked over, and plucked them out. "How about some healthy food for a change?" Daniel, suffering the effects of caffeine withdrawal, kicked Jack in the shin. With a yelp, the colonel dropped the mug, and started hopping around, clutching his leg.
A rather interesting collection of explicates followed the colonel bouncing around the campsite, until, it became muffled as he tripped over a tent pole, and got tangled in the tent. Meanwhile Daniel was licking the inside of the mug, trying vainly to get the last drips of coffee. Sam was running after the colonel, and began wrestling the wriggling form on the ground. "You'll pay!!"
*** Ok, more soon, I promise!!! Please tell me what you think! Any suggestions very much appreciated!!
I'm hurrying with this, so I can post it fast.
Any problems, queries, suggestions, anything, just send me an email - sky_fly1@hotmail.com.
Keep reviewing! Please!
Ok, ok, I'll get on with it.
This is seen from a coupla POVs, but bear with me, plz! ***
- Grapes, Garages, and Gizmos -
"Mornin' Carter!"
"*HOW* can he be cheerful!?" Sam muttered, clutching her head, and groaning.
She stumbled foreward, and spotting her pack, began throwing gear randomly out of it, whispering feverishly, "Caffeine, *caffeine!*" Finally her hands came to rest on a small container of instant coffee.
Sam kissed the container fervently, praising all the gods and false gods in the universe.
Grabbing a mug, she poured some hot water from the boiling kettle, and unscrewed the lid to the coffee jar.
"How much..." she mused, shaking out the granuals into her mug. "Ah, what the hell!" She emptied the entire container.
She found a good spot to sit and savour the caffeine-enriched substance, and curled up on the ground.
Daniel hesitantly approached, only to stop when greeted with, "No! Stay away! My coffee! All mine! My precious..." Sam stroked the mug, giggling insanely, her pupils the size of pinpricks.
***
"Mornin' Carter!" O'Neill spotted his 2IC emerging from her tent, looking a little worse-for-wear.
*God, the headache she must have after those flowers...* he winced sympathetically. *It was bad enough for me...that's gotta hurt...*
The major's hair resembled a harrassed porcupine, her clothes were wrinkled enough to send an iron running away screaming, and she looked as gaunt and tired as he'd ever seen her. In fact, the only time he'd seen her come close to resembling this er...fashion statement... was after one of the SGC's Christmas parties. One too many cups of highly alcoholic punch... He'd driven her home, and put her to bed on her couch. Jack knew she'd be annoyed if she threw up on her new bedspread.
***
The Christmas Party
Actually, a drunk Carter was rather interesting to watch. She'd started spouting off some techno gibberish, mixed it up, tried to go back and fix it, and end up confusing herself completely. Thing is, he couldn't tell the difference when she changed things anyway.
So he'd just stood there, looking into her very fascinating, if rather unfocussed, blue-grey eyes. Carter didn't mind, she had a captive audience, even if he didn't understand a word of what she was talking about.
Then she had begun giggling, and asked him to dance. He'd tried to get out of it. Dancing in public was definately not his thing. But she insisted, drunkenly pouting, and accusing him loudly of spoiling all her fun.
So he gave in. But they got to the crowded dance floor, and he'd just hesitantly held out his hand to take her outstretched one when-
"Where's the bathroom?!" she ran, stumbling, to the ladies toilets. Following five minutes of rather interesting sound-effects, he'd grabbed his car keys and Carter's handbag. When she'd appeared at the doorway, looking slightly green, he'd helped her out the door, muttering a goodbye to Daniel and Teal'c, walked awkwardly down the hallway, a hand around her waist to stop her falling, and impatiently waited for the lift. Finally reaching the surface, he guided her to his car, and helped her into the back. Getting into the driver's seat, he started the engine, and drove out of Cheyenne Mountain, to Carter's house.
Pulling up outside her place, he glanced in the rearview mirror, smiling slightly at what he saw. She had fallen asleep, curled up across the seats, looking very angelic, golden hair framing her peaceful face.
Sighing involutarily, he got out of the car, opened the back, scooped her up, and gently walked to her front door. Then scrabbling around in her bag, he retrieved her keys, opened the door, walked into the living room, and lay her on the couch, still fast asleep.
As quietly as he could, he grabbed some blankets from her room, and took them back to the couch. He unfolded one, and began tucking it around her, before laying the other over her. As he walked across the room to grab his car keys, he heard a soft, sleepy voice.
"Sir?" Her eyes, unfocussed from fatigue, stared up at him.
"Yeah, it's me, Carter." He took the few steps back across the room, to stand beside her.
Crouching next to her, he said, "You should try to get some sleep, you're gonna have one hell of a headache tomorrow morning."
She nodded, and yawned.
"Thankyou for bringing me home," she smiled.
He smiled back. "Anytime."
Suddenly, she began leaning towards him. Her brilliant eyes luring him. Years of obeying the regulations made him resist. Should he? Why not? But it could ruin her career...
His mind battled his heart, a furious internal conflict. Just as her face was inches from his, he turned away.
"We shouldn't do this." He stood up, masking the regret that was burning inside.
"I'll see you tomorrow Carter." He turned and walked out, closing the front door behind him.
~~~
The next day, she turned up to work on time as normal, but looking like the ghost of Christmas hangovers. Dark circles under her eyes, hair a mess, clothes unruly.
They'd passed each other in the hallway, on the way to a briefing. He'd forgotten to bring his mission folder, and so he was rushing back to his office.
He attempted to appear normal, giving her a sardonic smile and his usual, "Hey Carter!"
She returned the greeting, and appeared completely normal, appart from the hang-over. No awkwardness, no lack of eye-contact, no, "Uh, Sir, about last night..."
It hit him. She didn't remember. Relief and regret flooded him, he couldn't tell which he felt more. Of course, why hadn't he thought of that? She was drunk and tired at the time, and she probably didn't remember much after the first drinks.
Just to make sure, he hesitantly said, "How's your head Carter? Did you sleep alright on the couch?"
He recieved a quick smile for his trouble. "Yes Sir. Daniel told me you drove me home. Thanks." She rubbed her temples. "I can't remember anything after running for the bathroom. It's all hazy..."
Lowering her hands, she caught sight of her watch.
"We'd better run, we're late for the briefing!"
They sprinted down the hall, narrowly avoiding a collision with an airman.
***
They'd come close that time. Too close. They had walked that fine line between friendship and something more, and so nearly stepped over.
He sighed quietly, before focussing on what was happening around him.
Carter had sat down under a tree, clutching a steaming mug of coffee. Daniel, unable to help himself, crept across and tried to steal the mug.
"Please Sam! You finished off all the coffee! I'm desperate! I need caffeine! Just a sip!" he wailed, grovelling at the major's feet.
In answer, Carter growled at him, hunched protectively over the mug, and began muttering, "Mine, all mine!" She giggled hysterically.
"Oookay..." O'Neill raised an eyebrow, Teal'c style. *Must be a scientist thing...*
He walked across to the pair, and snatched the cup out of Sam's hands. Holding it out of their reach, he shook his head at them. They both stood on tip-toes, vainly trying to grab it out of his hands. "No more coffee for you two," he said sternly. Their frantic attempts increased. "Unless you share." Spotting some grapes sticking out of Carter's pack, he walked over, and plucked them out. "How about some healthy food for a change?" Daniel, suffering the effects of caffeine withdrawal, kicked Jack in the shin. With a yelp, the colonel dropped the mug, and started hopping around, clutching his leg.
A rather interesting collection of explicates followed the colonel bouncing around the campsite, until, it became muffled as he tripped over a tent pole, and got tangled in the tent. Meanwhile Daniel was licking the inside of the mug, trying vainly to get the last drips of coffee. Sam was running after the colonel, and began wrestling the wriggling form on the ground. "You'll pay!!"
*** Ok, more soon, I promise!!! Please tell me what you think! Any suggestions very much appreciated!!