A/N this is my christmas present to all the many stargate fans out there
Well, at least to all the sam/jack ones anyway. :P bwahaha. Ahem.
Just keep in mind that this IS going somewhere...
Disclaimer: I do not own Stargate SG1. I just use them for my own personal amusement.
Chapter 1
Sam Carter
Dreaming.
Cool and quiet.
It's a good dream, an old one, but one that i haven't had for a while.
He's standing there, smiling at me. That gorgeous smile. Closer now, much closer. Soft hands caress my face. I can feel his warmth all around me, holding me. Something presses down on my lips...
I wake up suddenly, and the dream is not a dream anymore. Panic rises in me. There's someone there, there's someone in my bed! I open my mouth to yell but something stops me. Whoever it is is lying on top of me, his hands holding my face, lips kissing me so deeply that i can barely breath. He kisses me again and again, pulling me towards him. Struggling, i try to push him off me but he's too strong, for a second i prize my lips from his and i can see his face...
...i freeze in utter horror as he starts kissing me again, his hands creeping down towards my legs.
"Dont!" I gasp breathlessly, "Sir, please, stop it!" I try to pull him off me...
...and suddenly he stops. Gasping for air i struggle into a sitting position and wipe the sweat off my face. He stares at me in shock. His mouth opens to say something but no words come out. And when they do they sound strangled and unsure.
"Carter...?" He rasps. "What am i doing here?"
But before i can answer the door is flung open and Daniel appears, looking very groggy.
"Is there a proble..." He stops mid sentence and stares when he sees Colonel O'Neill. "Umm, i'll come back later." He suggests, before darting out and slamming the door. I realise how bad this could look, both of us lying in the same bed. My bed.
There are a few moments of awkward silence. I'm still trying to work out which bits where dreaming and which bits were real. The situation is so incredibly ridiculous that my mind is almost numb, and all i can think about is him kissing me...
"Where did that come from!" I asked. He looks utterly confused.
"I have no idea!"
"Hey..."
"Okay, okay..." He grumbles. "Random impulses?" He says hopelessly.
"What, to jump on me in the middle of the night!" I ask incredulously. He has the decency to look embarrassed.
"Look, I'm really sorry..." He mumbles awkwardly.
"It's okay." I say offhandedly, suddenly realising that what i'd just said probably hadn't helped. Unfortunately i cant even seem to think properly, let alone construct proper sentences. This is just all too weird.
"Hey, um Carter?" He says, avoiding my eyes.
"Uh." The sum total of my thoughts.
"You have to believe me, I really have no idea how this happened. It sort of just...happened!" He looks so uncomfortable that i feel sorry for him. And i do believe him anyway, we've encountered things like this before. A disturbing yet pleasing memory of when we'd been 'Touched' suddenly returns to me.
"I understand." I said, too confused to say more.
"Good." He makes to leave.
"But hey, if this is a problem, you might want to see the doctor when we get back." He turns back around to look at me.
"I promise." He almost smiles, almost.
As he walks away i shake my head and frown. It doesn't make sense, one moment i'm dreaming about kissing him, and the next moment it's actually happening!
The door closes softly, and suddenly it occurs to me that i hadn't called him 'sir' once during our conversation.