Title: Late nights
Author: Pinkholyone
Rated: PG
Disclaimer: NONE of the characters belong to me.
Summary: Sam and Jack have a little chat on the phone, set season 9.
Sam Carter had just got back from the SGC. It had been a long day for her, and time had seemed to slip through her fingers, she knew she spent too much time in her lab, but she couldn't help it, she told herself that if she had known what time it had been she would have left earlier, but she knew it was a lie. She loved it really; she just didn't like the fact that she got little sleep.
She stumbled up the steps and through the doorway to her home, barely stopping to take her coat and shoes off, dumping her keys on her kitchen counter as she attempted to make herself a mug of coffee and not burn herself. Once she stopped herself to look at her answering machine and see it bleeping she couldn't help but smile, she knew whom the one message would be from. She settled down on one of the chairs in the kitchen before playing the message, sipping the hot liquid as she listened to Jack's voice, letting it wash over her.
"Hey… it's me…I just got home, thought I'd call ya…miss you…a lot…well talk to you soon…love you bye"
The loud beep at the end made her jump back into reality, she looked at the time wondering if it was to late to call, or too early depending how she looked at it. He'd probably be awake waiting for her to call any way. She punched in the numbers as fast as her tired hands would let her before waiting for him to answer; it only took one ring before he answered.
"Hey you, where are ya? I tried calling you, but I only left one message… didn't want to seem to desperate" his laugh echoed through her body, making her wish that little bit more that he were with her, that she could snuggle up to him tonight rather than clinging onto the pillow that smelt of him and counting the days until his next visit.
"Sorry Jack, I lost track of time again in the lab… you know how it is" Sam perched herself on the end of her bed, taking her socks off slowly as she spoke.
"Yeh I know, so how you been? Find any good toys to play with?" Jack could tell she was finding the long distance thing hard, but she couldn't be with him and he knew that.
"Nothing too good, how's work been?" she didn't fancy idle chitchat but knew it was all she would be able to do, given her present state of tiredness.
"It's been…interesting, look Sam do you want me to call you tomorrow or something? You sound really tired" Jack looked at his watch, it read one forty five am, he knew she had just gotten back from work, he always knew.
"No… no" she undressed and slipped into one of the baggy t shirts he had left behind, he said by accident but she knew he left them so she could sleep in them, she loved the smell of him, the way it made her fell as if she were tangled in love and warmth. She moved back the quilt cover and slipped in, still with the phone attached to one ear.
"You're quiet tonight, anything wrong?" Jack moved quietly out of the cab, signalling the driver to remain silent as he paid him and took his small duffle bag out of the trunk, closing it quietly.
"I'm just tired… think I'll go to sleep" Sam began to drift off, the phone falling a little from her hand, but soon a knock at her front door pulled her back into consciousness, and she quickly got hold of the phone again.
"Sorry Jack, I have some idiot pounding at my door, I'll call you back tomorrow, love you" she put the phone back in its cradle before dashing to the door, not caring about what she might look like, she swung the door open and stood there shocked at the sight before her, there in jeans, white t-shirt and leather jacket stood Jack O'Neill, at her front porch at nearly two am.
"Idiot?" he said raising an eyebrow at her, putting his phone back in his jacket pocket and made his way past her, into her home and putting his bag down by the door. She stood there shocked for a minute before reaching up and kissing him passionately; wrapping her arms around his neck while he wound his round her waist.
"What are you doing here… at two am?" Sam asked when they finally broke free.
"Just missed ya… it's amazing what you can do when you work for Homeworld security…hence getting on a plane in the middle of the night and flying home to see the light of my life" Jack grinned at her, moving her into the bedroom before carrying on.
"But it looks like the light of my life needs sleep" he stripped down to his boxers and hopped in, putting her down with him and wrapping his arms around her, it looked like she wouldn't be needing that pillow tonight.
END
A/N- so please tell me what you think!