Author's Notes: First of all, thank you guys for all of your support. And for the great reviews! You guys diffently made this a great fan fic! It's not the best work I have ever done, or will do...but you made it interesting. Second I want you guys to take notice that I left a little cliff hanger. That's on purpose. This chapter would have been twenty five pages long.shudders Also there is a little something else I'm have in the mix keep a look out for the Angel: The Connor Chronicles, and Huntress : Revenged. Which is a basically centered around Sam. Again thanks so much and keep reading. And for all those people who hate my story...you know you love me.
JgstoneAKA
Cateye
Chapter Four : Life's little Curve Balls.
He was at his cabin. And he we not fishing, which was odd for him. Yet how did fish compare to having this delicious lady underneath moaning for. He could spot her short blonde hair, wet with the sweat that they're loving making produced. And her long muscular legs wrapped around him. So he deepened himself inside her. The rewards for that move a loud scream of pleasure. He gave her one of his sexy grins. And the only respond was her wailing in pleasure. The wailing didn't stop, it just continued. And it got louder, and louder...
Jack woke up with a start, and harder than one of Daniel's rocks. He looked up at his watch. 0300. Damn! The monitor was loud, filled with the Jordan's and Jackie's cries. He pulled off the covers and grabbed the bottoms to his BDU's and headed for the Bassinet in the living room. He turned off the monitor on his headboard so as not to wake up Carter who was still asleep in the next room. When he entered the room, the lighting was dim. Only the reading lamp in the corner was on.
Then he saw her, Carter feeding Jackie rocking and singing to her softly. He smiled at the scene. He didn't want to intrude on the private moment, he just wanted to keep it with him forever in his heart. It took Carter a couple minutes to recognize that he was there. She softly smiled at him. A special smile just for him. "Sir, what are you doing up?" said softly. He crept towards, carefully not to make an unnecessary sounds, so not to startle the baby. Sam nodded to the baby bag. " Can you give Jordan his bottle, sir?" He shook his in agreement, and grabbed the bag at the corner of the sofa. And took the already filled bottle out of bag. He crept softly to the bassinet to comfort an already screaming Jordan.
You have such temper on ya. Another sign that you're an O'Neil. He took the baby boy, shifted quietly to where Carter was sitting with Jackie, and sat down gave the hungry little boy his bottle. As he rocked him, Jack's eyes locked with Sam's. They're eyes sharing the feelings that they couldn't come close to saying. After awhile, Jordan started to kick to get his father's attention. And Jack started to delicately laugh at the little boy.
"Okay, little man you got my attention." He took the half empty bottle out of the baby's mouth. " Sir, you have to burp him, before you put him down again." He rolled his eyes at her. " yeah I know, I've taken care of a baby before. Sam." The use of first name gave Sam a shock. The General always used her last name. He never used her first name. Ever. Her body reacted to the use of first name so much that she had to try to calm herself down. I don't want to make too much out it.
Jack grabbed a towel, and placed it on his shoulders. He smiled at the little boy who was kicking and laughing happily now that he was fed, and carefully placed the little boy at his shoulders. He gently patted the boy on the back as Sam placed the sleepy little girl in her crib. It took about five minutes for Jordan to burp, and it wasn't a small burp. It was...well... loud! Sam shook her head at the little boy. Yep, he's the General's son alright.
The baby fell asleep on Jack's shoulder. He cautiously he got up and placed him by his sister. He gently kissed both of the babies before, he moved back to the sofa. She was sitting there looking into space. Deep in thought. Like that's something new. "A penny for your thoughts, Carter?" She jerks ups from her thoughts, and gave him a weak smile. " I was just thinking that if somebody would have told last week that I would have I would be a mother of twins, by CO, I wouldn't believe them."
Jack understood her completely on that front. It was only in his wildest dreams that the mother of his future children would be Sam. Of course he didn't want her to end up like this in a million years. He dreamed of her big with his child alive in side of her. And yet the trust decided to take that secret fantasy of his, and perverted in a way he could never imagine doing to his worst enemy..., much less Carter.
" Yeah. I agree with you. And yet it feels right, you know?" she nodded her head in understanding. She glanced into his chocolate brown eyes, saw similar emotions brewing in them, that she herself felt inside of her. He took his hand brush his thumb across her soft cheek. Her mouth involuntarily left a moan cross her lips. His eyes turned to black with desire that the simple touch of her skin provoked.
He couldn't stop the emotions that were pouring out of him. They had been there too long. Lingering everyday, for the last eight years. He felt himself move closer in her personal space. Giving way to the hot undercurrent of sensations that being that close to her created. He pulled her into his lap. And for once in Sam's life. Not a single thought passed through her brain. " I know I shouldn't be doing this..." She silenced him with a passionate kiss. Moving slowly against his mouth, deeping the kiss with her tongue. Oh many times she imagined this moment. Longed for this moment. And yet when she was actually kissing him, those moments were blown away about how passionate this kiss was. The kiss lasted for what it seemed like eternity. Only when the oxygen to their brain was becoming a nuisance to their breathing is when they pulled slowly away from each other.
Jack was the first one to speak. "I'm shouldn't haven't kissed you. I'm not sorry, not by a long shot, but you're engaged to Pete, and..." She placed her lithe finger on lips, silencing him. " I tried so hard to get over you. This just proves that I'm not over you. I don't know what to do about Pete, but for what it's worth...I don't regret anything that happened with you .I should have been truthful with myself. It's funny that I can open up a DHD and put it back together. And yet when it comes to my love life, I'm dumb as brick. " Sam chuckled at her analogy." I was so tried of living my love life with the gloom of regulations over my head. And I thought loving you was a safe bet. Yet you're not safe at all. I just realized that. I don't know what to do."
He looked in to her confused blue eyes. And knew if he pushed her for more that he could lose her forever. And they both needed space to figure out they're next step, because as much as he wanted them together...they both had issues to deal with, like the regulations, and Pete. " You don't have to rush it. I don't want to be with you just because of the kids. Not by a long shot, but I will give you all the time you need. " He kissed her softly on the lips, and lifted her from his lap. He smiled at her as he headed off to bed for some more sleepless nights.
In Salem the winds were cold. This year the seasons switch from hard summer to a dreadfully harsh winter. It was a likely East Coast situation. And on the edge of town was the Magellan Hotel. On the fourth floor in room 406 was a dark haired man, working on his lab top computer. He was concentrating on an email from Angelo containing only the words : "Help her. " And a video file of a security cameras in SL16.
It showed a red headed woman with green eyes, in a straight jacket. She was screaming , obviously terrified. And a large man with a tattoo of a dragon extending from the top of his head to his cheek bone. He was slowly torturing her, with a stun gun in his hand. The scene brought all too vivid memories of the way the Centre had chastising him for stating his opinions. He could feel the bitter emotions of what the Centre were capable of.
Then all of sudden a synthesized voice announced that he had new mail in his inbox. He minimized the window and check his email. It was from a government source. He could only think of one person that had his email address. Col. Kelly. He had come the trust the Colonel after the sting on McPherson. And once the sting was over he did something he rarely did on stings. He told the truth. Told him what his and why he wanted so much to right the wrongs that the Centre had made him do for the thirty years of his captivity. So with his unlikely friendship with Colonel he gave him his email address in case he was needed again. Once in awhile the Colonel would email to get a status report of sorts, and offer his support if he ever needed. Thankfully he didn't need to call in the favor just yet. As he read the email, the Colonel was asking for him to help and old military buddy, whom had the sorta same situation that arisen a year ago. Although Jarod was reluctant to work with military, he knew if they needed his help in stopping slavers, that his conscience wouldn't allow him not to help .
So he grabbed the phone, and switched over to a secure channel, and made the call to Pensacola. When he told the receptionist his name, he was patched immediately through to Col. Kelly.
" Hey Jarod. No, time. No see."
He chuckled at the old adage.
" Hey Colonel, how is it going?
"Well, nothing much. I was just about to go to a training simulation. So basically nothing new.
" Well, thanks for the email."
" So are you in?"
" Yep, can you give me the General's number? I will go head and contact him."
" Sure, thanks a lot for the help, I owe you one."
" Actually you owe me two."
Kelly out right laughed at the one.
" Yep. I do."
The number was quickly exchanged. And Col. Kelly quickly ran off to his Training simulation that he was already 10 minutes late for. Jarod was quickly called the number that Kelly had given him. Well I'm guess I'm going to do an encore of Jarod Malone. This should be interesting.
In Colorado Springs however, Jack O ' Neil and Samantha Carter was trying so hard to adjust to being working parents. Though, they had been only parents for three days, they quickly worked out a schedule to parent both of the considerably active twins. Jordan was the loudest, and the most stubborn. Yet Jackie was more yelding than her brother. The twins both a handful.
Moreover the new additions to the SG-1 family were somehow more complete with the twins there in lives. Jack took them in the morning, while Sam got some work done. Lunch time had become "Family time." And even Daniel neglected his busy work load to play the part of doting uncle. Teal'c who is one of the best warriors of the team took to the twins almost at once. He was a little overprotective, but understandably because of the threat of the Trust. Sam could already see that he adored both of the twins, but he was closer to Jackie, than with Jordan. God, help her when she becomes a teenager, with Daniel, Jack, and Teal'c being overprotective I might have to have an ambulance waiting for any boy that comes around her.
Sgt. Davis ran into the Commissary, getting the attention of everyone. He quickly scanned the crowded room, and found his target. He strided over to the corner table to find Gen. O'Neil. He saluted him according and the general gave a half unenthusiastic salute, back.
"At ease, Walter. "
"Sir, there's a call from a... Mr. Malone sir. He said you were expecting him."
"Alright Walter, I will be right there." He gave Carter a quick smile and ruffled Jordan's hair and hurried out the Commissary.
An hour later, and two mission reports later, a knock came across the door. " Come." Carter strided in with the twins in their double stroller they had picked up a couple days ago.
" Hey sir, I thought I drop off the twins for awhile for some quality time with their dad." General's smile seemed to brighten the dark painted room. He stood out of his chair and grabbed the duo out the stroller and kissed their soft heads. Sam was melting inside at the picture of these three made. And for the first time in her life she felt reluctant to go back to her lab. " Oh, by the way Carter, I found somebody who could help us in this manner, his name is Lt. Jarod Malone. "
She shared a look with him for a moment. " Hmm...I heard that name before. I can't remember where I heard it, but I know that name." Jack gave her surprised look. " You remember that sting that went down in Florida. It was all over the news for weeks." Sam quickly sorted through her mind . " Oh, you mean the smuggling ring that they caught a Marine officer smuggling illegal aliens from Mexico. I think I also remember that he was trying to sell them off to be slaves." A look of disgust came across his face. " And I thought slavery was dead. Yesh!"
" So what are you going to tell him, sir?"
" Well I did get clearance for him to be in the SGC. Of course he is going to have a sign a non-disclosure agreement. The president wants the Trust to be eliminated for obvious reasons and he wants for us to use any means necessary to do just that."
" Yes sir. So we are gonna tell him the whole enchilada?" she said tensely.
" Well usually I would suggest a need-to-know basis, but I seen his record. And it's exemplary. The man has an IQ off the charts. And well frankly the man is good with computers and Gen. Hammond thought he would a great addition to the SGC. Also, my old friend Col. Kelly raved about how he handled the McPherson scandal. So I showed his personnel file to Gen. Hammond and we both think that we should offer him a position in the program. I actually want to wait and see how he deals with the Trust situation and then I think I will make the decision from there. He replied thoughtfully.
"Well any help is welcome, sir. You know that. I think I will reserve my opinion of him intill I meet him. When is he coming down here?"
" A military plane will meet up with him tomorrow at JFK, and fly him here. He should arrive at the base at 1500 hrs tomorrow. Carter, I want you and Daniel to escort him."
" Yes, sir."
" The briefing should be around 1630 .
" Yes, sir."
" Can you find a babysitter on the base to watch them for about a hour or two?"
" I think I can ask Lt. Rush. She loves kids. "
"Alright, Carter. And oh, Carter?"
"Yes sir?"
" I will see you at dinner. I promise to leave some blue jello for you!" he said with a chuckle.
" Okay, sir." She smiled at him once more, and headed out of the office to her lab, wondering exactly what tomorrow would bring. Faintly she could hear the loud wails of one of the babies crying. She stopped in the middle of corridor. Posed so quickly to move to comfort the twins. The part of her that was a mother was screaming to, but she knew that Jack wanted to spend sometime with them. So she turned around walked back to her lab. The General has them. They will be okay... I don't know I can say that much for the General. She sniggered to herself.
Colorado was a nice change. The winds were less harsher, than Salem. And the weather seemed a nice 70 degrees., which was somewhat abnormal with the state that was famous for their snowy mountains. Jarod was tired. The memories that he tried so hard to bury intruded on his sleep. So all he could do was lay awake and stare at the ceiling of his hotel room. He did eventually catch some sleep on the plane, but before he knew it was landing at the airport, heading for his ride.
A man with large white card with the Malone scribbled on it waved the sign back in forward waiting for Jarod to come to him. Jarod smiled. This was the first time that he had someone waiting at the airport for him, granted it was a military escort. Yet it felt for some odd reason that he was coming home.
Later that day...
He was stunned. Floored with the information that was now given to him by Gen. O'Neil. Jarod's brain was working a mile a minute. Trying to figure out the impossibilities of what was now told to him. He just wanted to lay down. He was searching his mind trying to calm himself down. If anyone told him that in the passed hour, that he would find out that there was a large metal ring that can transport you to other planets in the matter of minutes. And oh wait! That they're were snake like creatures that burrow in your body and take it over from the inside out ...he would of thought that person was nuts!
And now he was sitting here in this impersonal cold briefing room several thousands feet underneath the surface. Being told what ever Sci-fi geek believed whole heartily: that the existences of aliens are real, and they were one of them sitting across from him. And today when he met the beautiful airforce Colonel and a some what, geeky archaeologist , he had sneaking sensation that something was going on. Why would the U.S. Airforce need with an archaeologist and a linguist on base for? Of course he had heard of Dr. Daniel Jackson. Any one who had been academia had heard of him and his outlandish stories. Jarod just shook his head at the close minded peoples who looked down on the man that was five years his senior. And now he knew their big secret...after of course the signing of that lengthy disclosure agreement.
The biggest thing that was eating at him was the Trust. God, what I'm going to do! When he sat in that black leather chair and heard the situation that the Gen. O'Neil and Col. Carter were in. He felt himself heat up with anger. How many lives will destroy in with their greed! The trust was connected to Centre. He knew that for sure now. Four years ago, the trust pulled off one of his simulations that he was forced to do as a teenager. one of the simulations they used was the very same one that the Centre had forced him to do. Jarod knew that the trust was responsible for the break into the justice department and was able to steal the files of people were under the Witness Protection program. Which, of course had the location of both The new names each person was under, and their locations. The result of that, was a massacre. One by one twenty-five people under the witness protection program was slaughtered. The government, of course just covered it up, to save it's own asses. He just assumed the perpetrators were affiliated with the trust, and was responsible for the massacre of witness protection victims. The last time he worked for the justice department as part of the sting he got hold of the pictures and the details. He felt sick inside. The pictures of their bodies still haunted Jarod. He would never forgive the Centre, and he would never forgive himself. He was responsible. Fate had given him a chance to stop the trust, and he was going to take it.
A large sound irrupted Jarod silent contemplations. He looked around and saw the whole room staring at him. Jarod was now a ghostly pale, his eyes wide with an understandably terror. Every one gave him understanding looks of well...pity. Which sort of irritated the hell out of Jarod. I don't want any one's pity. I just want to some how make this right. Even though, I know I can't . Those lives that were taken, they can never be replaced.. " Are you okay?" asked a concern Col. Carter. He shook his head at her. I'm going to have to tell them the truth. I can't...well I won't hide from this. Not with these many lives at state. Omigod! I'm going to tell them who I am! Jarod gave a silent prayer to a god he didn't believe in.
"Well ." Actually no, ma'am."
" That's completely understandable after all under the circumstances, added Daniel."
" well ...actually that's half the reason that I'm so uneasy. You see, I sorta encountered the trust before. "
The whole was silent. So silent you could hear a pin drop in that very room. An then it was Jack that broke the silence.
"WHAT! Jack bellowed.
" You see, I wasn't completely honest with you concerning who I was."
" What do you mean Malone?" asked Sam.
" Well that's what I mean, I my last name is not Malone.
Actually I have no last name. "
A controlled silence once again spread across the room.
Jack was worried. Did he actually let a man with a false identity in the SGC? Only an explanation could tell. Or, was the Lt. really crazy?
" Well, we had a security check executed on you, and everything cleared out. So if you're not Malone. Who are you? "
" I'm a pretender."
"What's a pretender?" asked a curious Sam.
" A pretender is a genius that become what ever he wants to be."
" Holy Hannah!"
