The Continuing Misadventures of SG-1 or 101 Things A Girl Can Do.
by ALC Punk! and Ryuu
Chapter Nine: In Which Sap Occurs

"Mind if I walk you to your door?" Jack asked with a grin as he pulled his truck into her driveway.

She raised an eyebrow. "And when did you become such a gentleman?"

"I have many hidden talents," he replied, deadpan.

"I bet you do," she said without thinking. Then flushed. "That so, I did not, I mean..." She trailed off, floundering in the face of the smirk on his lips.

He climbed out and came around to help her down again. "Ya know, Carter, if I didn't know better, I'd say you shouldn't sleep alone tonight."

"What?"

"Well, from the way you keep fading in and out and acting so... cutely confused, maybe you've got a concussion or something. And need to be awakened every hour."

She narrowed her eyes at him as she took her keys out. "Sir... What are you talking about?"

He shoved his hands in his pockets and looked at her.

The moment held for several seconds, then she looked down at her hands, noting idly that they were shaking as she put the key in the lock. "You're still-I mean... don'tgo." The last was blurted out before she could consciously realize what she was going to say.

"I should."

"Dammit." She dropped her keys and turned to him, grabbing his shirt and dragging him close. "You're not going without -"

His lips cut her off.

Sam startled for a brief moment before relaxing into the kiss. This was... good, part of her brain hazily reflected. Better than kissing Pete. Not that Pete couldn't hold his own at kissing. In fact, he'd been fairly talented at it, but this felt...right. Solid in a way that she'd never had with Pete.

Jack's hand came up to cradle the side of her face as he increased the pressure of his kiss, and she was suddenly incapable of any more coherent thought. She slid her hands around the back of his neck, wondering how she'd never realized that he was this good at kissing.

They released each other slowly, Jack's hand lingering against her cheek and his eyes regarding her tenderly.

"Sam."

"I love you," she blurted out, almost unconsciously.

His eyes widened briefly before he smiled again, his eyes still tender.

"I thought we'd figured that out a long time ago," he answered softly.


"So, Sam."

Looking up from her computer, she smiled. "Daniel."

The archeologist shot her a glance, "Last night, you went home with Jack."

"He drove me home, Daniel. There's a difference."

"Uh-huh. And that's why he drove you in this morning, too."

"Yes." He'd been rather irritatingly cute, too. All grumpy and cranky as he helped her into the truck.

Of course, being late had been his fault.

"And he went home after that."

"Yes." Eventually. At something like five, when she'd poked his side and made him leave her, drowsy and sated because it would look bad for the General to always wear the same clothing.

"Oh. So, you..."

She shot him a glare. "Daniel."

"Right." He bounced on his toes, then grinned, "So, are we taking the appointment to the Alpha Site?"

"That's up to you guys, isn't it?" she asked serenely.

"But Sam, it's because-" Daniel paused, then finished with, "It's your choice too."

"It's asking a lot, though. You three are a great team and I want to be know that you're all sure of what you want before we make a final decision." She smiled. "Don't worry about me, Daniel. Make your own choice."

"Look, Sam... just do what makes you happy." He leaned in and gave her a quick, brotherly kiss on the forehead. "God knows, you've earned it."

"Thank you," Sam replied, touched.

"Colonel Carter, Daniel Jackson," intoned Teal'c as he walked into the lab, "It is good to see you."

"Hey, Teal'c."

Five seconds later, Captain Jones arrived, breathless, "Am I late?"

"Uh, no." Sam glanced at Daniel and Teal'c. "I wasn't aware we were planning a meeting, guys."

"Well, Sam," Daniel shrugged, "We figured now would be a good time to talk about SG-1. And since you have this, big, empty lab..."

She chuckled, "Ah." Closing her laptop, she looked at them. "So. Thoughts?"

"Well," began Daniel, "It sounds like a fun opportunity. Of course, I'll miss my office. And there won't be coffee that isn't Starbucks. But, I figure, if anyone can make something like this idea work, it ought to be us, SG-1."

"Mhmm. Teal'c?"

"There may be greater opportunities to contact and promote the rebel jaffa at the remote base." The ex-first prime of Apophis half-smiled, "And the change of scenery will be invigorating."

"Right." She eyed him a moment, then glanced at Jones. "Captain?"

"Well, sir," He looked uncomfortable, "I'm not sure I'd like being off-world all the time, but, I figure it's like being stationed somewhere. I won't be able to call my family, but that's okay, 'cause they'll be safe."

"You have no wife, girlfriend?"

"No, ma'am."

She sighed, "So we're all connection-less people who pretty much live on-base anyway."

"Right, Sam, now, let's go tell Jack."

"Wait a minute," Sam blinked, "All three of you are voting we go?"

They nodded.

"And when did you decide this?"

Daniel smirked, "I'll tell you later. For now, just get used to the fact that we're going."

She looked at them for a long moment, her expression both overwhelmed and grateful. "I... we'll let the General know," she said at last. "I think he's, er, free now."

"And I'm sure we can arrange some sort of regular schedule of leave," Daniel said, reassuringly. "We've all got stuff about Colorado Springs we'll miss."

Sam glanced at him, but saw only a carefully bland expression on his face. "Like coffee shops, Daniel?"

"Yeah... coffee shops."

"It'll be nice to see Mat'rik again," Theo piped up. "I think he planned to stay on there, sir."

"Speaking of people it would be nice to see again," Daniel looked at Sam, "You want Jonas Quinn to join SG-1?"

"Well, at the time, Daniel, I was making a point to the General, about SG-1 being a four-man team." She glanced at Jones apologetically, "It was before you'd been assigned, Captain. And I told him I wanted Jonas."

"And we are getting Jonas Quinn, are we not?" Teal'c sounded happy. Almost.

"If J-the General can get them to agree, yes. Even now, it would be good to have him on board."

"Jonas knows my research almost as well as I do," Daniel said carefully. "It would be... useful to have him with us."

"Daniel-"

"It's a good idea," he interrupted. "We met under awkward circumstances," a lopsided grin crossed his face, "but it'd work for the best in the long run."

"So... does this mean I'm being assigned to another team, sir?" Jones asked, obviously hiding his disappointment.

Sam smiled at him. "It means SG-1 becomes a five-person team, Captain. You're a good officer and I want you to stay with us."

"Yeah." Daniel looked innocent. "You wouldn't want the General to have to stop doing all that nice paperwork to transfer you, right?"

"No." The Captain agreed, grinning.

"So, this impromptu team meeting is now over, then," Sam said dryly. "And I have work to do."

"Uh, Sam, didn't Brightman tell you to take the next few days off?"

"Just a little paperwork, Daniel."

"I believe I shall inform Dr. Brightman that you are here, Colonel Carter."

Sam gaped at the jaffa, "Teal'c! You, you-Benedict!"

"Oh, c'mon, Sam. Your paperwork will wait. You should go home. Rest." Daniel waved his hand. "I'll go give Jack the good news."

"Fine." Glowering at her over-protective team, Sam flipped her laptop closed. "But only on one condition."

"Oh?"

"The three of you rest, too."

"But I wanted to catalogue the photographs I took of those ruins and compare them with-"

Sam raised an eyebrow. "A deal's a deal, Daniel. Your photographs will wait too."

"Oh, all right," Daniel acquiesced with a frown.

"Are they usually like this?" Theo whispered to Teal'c.

"Quite frequently," Teal'c replied solemnly.

"Ah." Inspecting them, he shrugged, "It can't be that bad, can it?"

"It can indeed," a smile flittered across Teal'c's lips, "However, it is merely a sign of their care for each other."

"So, that's a good thing. Right." Running a hand through his short hair, Theo briefly considered, "It would be worse if they didn't."

Teal'c inclined his head, "You are correct." He raised his voice, "Colonel Carter, Daniel Jackson, would it not be prudent to leave now?"

"Oh, right." Daniel smirked, "Bye, Sam. Don't come back until the day after tomorrow."

"You, either, Daniel." She narrowed her eyes. "Maybe I'll make sure the General tells the guards on the gate to only let you in during an emergency."

"I thought I was talking to Jack, Sam?"

"You are."

He smirked. "And when were you planning to?"

"I-wasn't." She grabbed her case and headed for the door, "See you guys later."

A chorus of goodbyes followed her. Daniel continued to smirk.


Jack's hand rested against her chest as he held her back cradled against him. His breath was warm against her neck. Occasionally he'd murmur something sweet and cuddle her closer. Sam sighed and slid her hand over Jack's, lacing her fingers with his.

"Daniel knows," she whispered.

She felt his chuckle rumble through his chest. "I'm not surprised. Our Dr. Jackson's a pretty smart man." He kissed the nape of her neck. "Is that why he decided to take the posting?"

"I don't know." Sam ran her other hand over his bicep in quick caress. "He told me to choose what made me happy."

"Did you?"

Sam smiled and turned in his arms, facing him. "What do you think?"

"I think that if I'm going to only see you every three weeks we need to have a lot of sex. Now."

She snorted and smacked his arm. "Ass."

"Yup." The smirk on his lips was unrepentant. "I also think that if I think about it too much, it will all become an alternate reality. So I prefer not thinking."

"Right." Sam tilted her head. "So, shall we continue with the not thinking, or are you content with just staring?"

A smirk touched his lips. "You have to ask?"

"Oh, right." She rolled her eyes while fingering the sleeve of his t-shirt. "I forgot. Did anyone ever tell you you've got a one-track mind, Jack?"

"Yup." He leaned forward and kissed her gently. "'s my middle name."

She snorted, but kissed him back, then sighed and pulled back to look at him. "You were going home, remember? You have a house, and things to do?"

"They can wait?" He suggested helpfully, slipping a hand under the t-shirt she'd dragged on earlier without bothering to get a bra.

She'd figured that was kind of silly since she was just going to cuddle on the sofa with Jack. Not that she'd wanted to get dressed. But while the idea of sleeping with him naked against her was a nice one, there were realities to consider. Like the fact that he was still technically her commanding officer. Funny, how she'd stopped considering that about the first time he got her shirt over her head.

"Jaaaack..." she tried to keep her voice stern. Tough to do, considering that his hands were-she yelped softly. "Jack!"

He laughed and withdrew his hands, wrapping his arms back around her. "Do you really want me to go home now?"

"That's not a fair question," she replied, snuggling against him. "Of course I don't. But you should, even if I don't want you to."

He looked at her soulfully. "Mind if we keep doing this just a little while longer?"

"Just a little longer," she conceded.

"Mmm..." One of his hands slid up to briefly tease her hair. "Sam?"

"Hmm?"

"I love you too."

She smiled. "Glad to hear it."

"Although, I can't feel my legs anymore."

She snorted. "Uh-huh. Is this going to be the start of many excuses why you can't leave?"

"No." He kissed her cheek.

"Fine." She poked him. "Get up, then."

"Y're sitting on me, Carter, that's kind of hard."

"Caught me." She leaned over and kissed the tip of his nose, then scrambled up and held out a hand. "C'mon, General, I'll walk you to the door."

He lunged, catching her tight against him and buried his lips in her neck. "Ya sure about that?"

Sam squirmed, suddenly very aware of certain things. "Yes. You have to -" she squeaked as he nipped her earlobe, "-go!"

A sigh. "Okay, okay." He released her and headed towards the door. "But, tomorrow?"

"Yes," she said, "Tomorrow."

"Good."

She stood and watched as he walked to his truck and climbed in, then closed the door and leaned against it, a slight smile on her lips. Damn. She was getting sappy in her old age.