Changes

Part 3

Disclaimer: Just for kicks, pallies.

Notes: This parts kinda short, but it's either short and quick update or long and not so quick update.


Sam huddled under the quilt, shivering. The temperature had dropped dramatically during the course of the night. She vaguely wondered if there would be snow in the morning. She really didn't know enough about the climate in Minnesota to know whether or not snow was likely in early October. She had already looked around her tiny room for extra blankets but there were none. While she really didn't want to wake any of her friends in the search for some, she refused to freeze to death on her first trip to the mythical O'Neill Lake O' No Fish. Decision made she crawled out of bed and quietly crept out into the living room. MacGyver was nothing more than a blanket wrapped lump on the couch, not even his head exposed. Sam stood over him a moment before poking him in what she thought was his shoulder.

"What?" the irritated muffled voice growled, sounding very much like his cousin.

"Do you know where any extra blankets are?"

"No," the lump replied. "Ask Jack."

"But he's asleep," Sam told him. Surely Mac knew what a bear Jack was when he was unceremoniously woken up.

"So was I."

"Sorry."

"S'okay."

Sam apprehensively made her way to Jack's door. Just as she was reaching for the door handle she heard MacGyver's muffled voice, "If you don't come back out in fifteen minutes I'm stealing your bed." Sam blushed furiously and quickly stepped into Jack's room. She stood by the door for a second examining the figure sprawled on the massive antique brass bed. Unbidden, thoughts of freezing in Antarctica popped into her head and she remembered how much body heat he produced, even dying. For once Sam didn't think about consequences and later she might think she had too much wine as well. Sam crawled into the bed beside Jack but he didn't stir. She knew he slept like the dead when he was off duty. She lay beside him near the edge and stared at the ceiling. She was still cold. Again she acted without thinking. She scooted over closer to him until she was spooned at his back. She sighed as his warmth seeped into her.

"Carter, your feet are like icebergs," he grumbled groggily.

"I'm cold."

"Yes, you are."

"How did you know it was me?"

"Because the thought of Teal'c or Daniel crawling into my bed and snuggling up to me is really scary and I don't want to think about it."

"Right." Sam's hands were still freezing and somehow of their own volition they snuck up under his t-shirt.

"Gah! Are you carved of ice?"

"Sorry."

"No, you're not."

"I am."

"Are not."

"Am."

"Not."

Sam smiled to herself. "You're right, I'm not," she said nuzzling his neck.

"Arg, Sam!" he growled in exasperation. "Your nose is frozen. Y'know, you could give Ba'al a run for his money in the torture business."

"I could make it up to you."

"What are you suggesting?"

She pressed her lips which were much warmer than her nose to his neck and then leaned over to whisper into his ear, "How's that 'sidearm', General?"

Jack choked. "I cannot believe you just said that." He pulled away from her and lay on his back with his eyes closed.

Sam looked down at his with her head propped up on her fist. "Why? Because Captain, Major, or Colonel Carter wouldn't say that to you?"

He sighed and opened his eyes to meet her mischievous blue ones. "I guess." He studied her for a minute. "You're not going all Broca on me, are you?"

"No. Sorry. I forgot to pack 'that sweet little tank top number'."

"Yes, it was sweet, Jack smiled as he remembered that incident. "But that's okay." He reached over and plucked the sleeve of her flannel pajamas. "That shirt has nothing on these pajamas. They're just so cute and geeky. Is Naquada listed?"

Now it was Sam's turn to roll away from him in embarrassment. "No," she groaned.

Jack moved over and peered down at her as she had to him earlier. "Are you sure? I could check."

Sam snorted in laughter and met his dark gaze, "I didn't see the use of packing anything seductive since we were going to be chaperoned."

"So, is that why you always refused my invitations? Because you were planning on jumping me as soon as we got up here."

"Plan? No. But it was a likely possibility."

"Sweet." Jack smirked down at her.

She grinned back up at him. "So…"

"Here we are…"

"Yep."

"And we're gonna to be okay with this?" Jack asked his expression turning serious. "We're not going to lock it in some room?"

"No," she assured him. "This is for keeps. Whatever happen happens, we'll deal with it. Together."

His smirk returned. "That's the best news I've had since Hammond assigned a knockout blonde scientist to my team." Jack flopped over on his back with his arms stretched out, "You may proceed with the seduction." Sam barked out a laugh and punched him playfully in the shoulder. Then before she knew what happened she was on her back and Jack's warm body was covering hers, "On second thought…"

TBC