Downtime Mysteries
Good Mornings
Jack stood nervously outside Sam's room watching the sunrise from the edge of the earth at this ungodly hour from the window at the end of the hall.
/ Maybe it's too early / he thought.
Standing there until the sun shone in all it's glory, he tapped gently on her door as he had done not even seven hours ago.
The door opened quickly revealing a fully dressed Sam Carter, "Morning." She said brightly.
Disappearing from sight back into the room she left the door open for him to follow.
She looked focused as she moved briskly about the room picking up stray objects and placing them in her small suitcase. Closing the door behind him he watched her complete her task, noticing that she had even made the bed.
If truth be told he was in mixed emotions about her being so organised, he was glad to see that she was ready but a part of him was a little disappointed as he didn't get to see her in her PJ's once more.
Still moving about him sorting things out Jack began to wonder whether what happened last night was some sort of dream, a fantastic one yes, one he had had before but some how this just felt different, this time he wanted it to be different more than ever.
Case packed and placed neatly at the bottom of her bed she smiled in his direction and noticed the bemused expression he now had. Stepping forward she snaked her hands over the contours of his chest and round the back of his neck. He jumped slightly at the touch, being awakened from his deep thought. Smiling devilishly she captured his lips as she'd done so last night.
Their embrace lasted much longer than that of a few hours ago, because of the lack of interruption stopping only because they had become breathless; their foreheads rested together, lips parted, gasping to fill their lungs to keep up with their hearts.
"Good morning." He murmured.
"Yes it is," she answered smiling, "So when's breakfast?"
"15 minutes." he said between kisses on her jaw.
"And Marcus?"
/ I'm kissing her and all she can do is ask questions/
"Not a...morning person ... wake him...later." He said getting a little aggravated.
She grinned sensing his annoyance, and continued her teasing.
"And hmm..." his lips where in hers silencing any further conversation.
/ That's much better/
"Urgh" was exactly how a boxer clad Marcus greeted the smiling couple at his door half an hour later.
Minutes later they bid farewell to the Concorde hotel, with moans of "I'll never drink again," and "Damn foreign second rate pain killers," from a hung-over Marcus. They walked to the dock as it was only a short distance away, but as they approached they could see among the crowd gathered that the Campbell's were out in force, minus Isobel. Jeff and Ren with their hands full trying to keep the kids under control, the young eyes spotted Sam and Jack some way off and escaping the hold of the two men they sprinted the short distance through the crowd and made Sam and Jacks position, Jack made his excuses quickly and brought the luggage over to the Scots with Marcus in tow. Which left Sam to catch up on every detail of the kids lives since seeing them yesterday.
Though Ren and Jeff did not see Sam and Jack as quickly as the kids they could not fail to notice that Sam and Jack had stood very close together, grinning non stop and that his arm had been snaked round her waist. As he came near them they could do nothing but stare dumbstruck.
Jack was unnerved by the weird looks that Ren and Jeff had.
"What?" he asked, dropping the Sam's suitcase at his feet.
"How d'ye dae that?" asked Jeff in awe.
"Do what?" he said confused.
"You n' Sam." Replied Ren.
A grin spread from ear to ear.
" Cairo tower at sunset." He answered.
"Really? Must remembur tha' next time Izzie's mad at mi."
"What else?" asked Ren guessing that there was more behind the grin the Jack was letting on.
He smiled knowingly then called Sam over.
"Guess ah' wis rang." Said Ren.
"About what?" asked Jack curious, Sam making her way over to them though still a few meters away, the children following her like she was the pied piper.
"You gettn' any las' night." He answered.
Jack lurched into a coughing fit doubling over close to tears as two small bodies crashed into his legs. Feeling Sam's hand caressing his back soothingly and the worry in her voice he mentally shook himself and straightened. After glaring at the sniggering Scots, he smiled and Sam reassuringly, then grinned at Ren and Jeff as his arm slid round her waist once again.
"I didn't." he said simply, confusing Sam, though Ren and Jeff even more so, who shared a questioning look.
"Jack!" shouted Andrew and Islay in unison.
"Hey kids." He said bending down and scooping them into his arms with a feigned effort, only now noticing that Toby was secure in Sam's embrace. They grinned at each other, as the kids shouted their news at Jack only to be silenced as Jack leaned into Sam for a quick kiss.
With 'yuks', giggles, and a hearty laugh they separated, Jack letting Andrew and Islay down.
All seven of them turned at the sound of Marcus cursing under his breath.
"Oh ahh." the kids chorused together giggling at the sound of the 'naughty' word.
"Ehh sorry." He said having missed most of the exchange as he was searching through his bags no doubt for good old American painkillers.
"Ren this is Marcus." Said Jeff finally introducing them, Ren stepped towards him hand outstretched, left hanging as Marcus popped the packet in his mouth, then finally placed his hand in the young Scots grip nodding his head in acknowledgement.
"Right." Said Jack draping his arm over Sam's shoulders, "So when are we leaving?"
"Boat sets off in ten minuets. So ye better get on soon." Replied Jeff.
The kids crowded round the departing adults; sorry to see them go yet happy to know their father would not be going this time, Toby clung to Sam until the last moment while the others held on to Ren, the young man who had became a permanent fixture in their lives over the last six months.
"See ye guys in ah' couple a days." He said pulling from their iron grip, kissing Toby on the head while he was still in Sam's arms.
The four of them where soon on the boat, waving goodbye to the four specks of ginger on the shore.
