Title: The Wisdom of Youth
a/n: Well, here's the fifth chapter…I just want to say thanks for the support from the people who've been reviewing. You guys rock my socks! Lol I'm happy so many people seem to enjoy this story, especially since it's my first attempt at Stargate SG-1 fanfiction. Please, by all means, give me more suggestions, ideas, or creative criticism.
On with the show!
Chapter 5: Poor Uncle Jack
The next movie was picked by Teal'c, and even Jack couldn't complain about the selection, even if it was science fiction. At least it's more of a blow-em-up shoot-em-up movie… He'd never seen Fifth Element before, but Daniel had reassured him that he would like it, hinting (not so subtly) that Milla Jovovich would be enough to keep him entertained. Sam looked somewhat hurt when Jack agreed, and this confused him because he often joked about the varying degrees of hottness when it came to actresses. Oh well…Women. He decided there was nothing to be done about it and just stretched himself out on the couch.
About halfway into the movie Jack had to admit, he was entertained, though not really by the reason that Daniel thought he would have been. Sam and Cassie were painting their finger and toenails, and he'd never seen his 2IC act so incredibly…girly before. She was always the type of woman who went out of her way to make sure that she wasn't overly womanly, due to gender discrimination that she often encountered in their society (mostly in the Air Force) and that of other planets'.
And not once before in his life had Jack O'Neill seen Samantha Carter wear bright red nail polish with little shimmery stickers stuck to each nail.
"No giggling, Major," Jack warned, though his eyes glittered with merriment. She looked up at him, her cheeks flushed with mirth (and alcohol; she'd had four beers and she seemed to be set up for the night) and flashed him her brightest smile, and giggled some more. "Better watch it, I could charge you with insubordination!" He waved a finger at her.
"Oh, shut up, Jack!" Cassie said. "Let us girls have our fun!" She stuck her tongue out at him, which only caused Carter to break out into another fit of sniggering. Jack, being a little inebriated himself, tried to think of something witty to retort with, but found himself rendered speechless. Instead, he decided the next best course of action would be to get himself another beer.
He made his way into the kitchen and found a very drunk Daniel already there, apparently getting another slice of pizza from the fridge. He swayed dangerously when he straightened up, and took a huge bite out of the hapless slice. Jack noted that the archaeologist was also holding another beer. When Daniel looked like he was about to fall over, Jack went to him and steadied him.
"Easy there, Danny-boy," Jack said as he gently leaned him up against the counter. "How many beers have you had?"
"I'm not a boy!" Daniel protested as he tried unsuccessfully to shrug Jack's hand off his shoulder. "And I've only had sheven beers. What do you care, Jacky-boy? It'sh not like you actshually give a shhhit." He tried to push his glasses back up onto the bridge of his nose, but instead poked himself in the eye. "Oww!" Jack, with a somewhat hurt expression on his face, gently pushed Daniel's glasses up for him. "Thanksh, Jack."
"No problem, Daniel." Jack turned to walk away, but a hand on his arm stopped him.
"I didn't mean it…"
"Leave it, Danny." He made another move to walk away, but Daniel's grip tightened, making it so Jack would actually have to possibly injure him in order to get away, and, deep down, Daniel knew his friend wouldn't hurt him.
"No!" Daniel exclaimed as he slammed down his beer bottle, a little bit of the liquid inside splashing upwards and landing on the kitchen counter. The look on Daniel's face would have been comical had Jack not been so miffed. With his younger face, he definitely looked like a child about to throw a temper tantrum, but considering the whole "boy" comment earlier, Jack decided not to say anything. "I am not goin' to jusht 'leave it'! Why do you alwaysz do that?"
"Do what?" Jack demanded.
"You know, 'leave it'. It's like, even though you call ush your family," Daniel paused for emphasis, waving his arms about as if to encompass the entire household. "But then you don't let any of ush in! I mean, sherioushly, what the hell, Jack?" Jack felt like blowing up in this teenager's face. He felt the urge bubbling up to the surface and threatening to boil over, but he somehow forced it back down with a hard swallow and the knowledge that Daniel gets tipsy off of one beer and seven…Seven meant Daniel would be waking up with one helluva hangover in the morning.
"That's just the way I am, Daniel," Jack reached over and grabbed Daniel's shoulder as he swayed again. "Now, let's go get you settled into your sleeping bag." Daniel nodded, which only caused him to lose his balance again, and Jack now supported his whole weight with one arm around him.
"Jack," Daniel sounded insistent. Jack looked at him sidelong as he half-dragged Daniel into the living room, the other half of SG-1 and Cassie staring at them.
"Yes, Daniel?" Jack paused a moment in his efforts to look at Daniel.
"I love you," Daniel focused on Jack's bewildered and suddenly frightened expression, with nothing but utmost respect in his gray-blue eyes. "You're like the big brother I never had." He grabbed Jack around the waist and pulled him into a fierce, sloppy hug and promptly kissed him on the cheek.
In his shock, Jack couldn't respond, but two facts managed to register themselves in his suddenly non-working brain; one: Daniel had just done that in front of everyone, and two: Carter was giggling again. Not just Carter, the entire room. Teal'c was even chuckling. Jack took a moment to recompose himself by fixing a glare at each and every person in the room. When he looked back at Daniel, Jack realized too late that the green expression that Daniel now adorned meant there was no possible way for him to get out of the line of fire.
Two seconds later, Daniel had retched up half a pepperoni pizza onto Jack's tee-shirt.
"Aw, crap Daniel!" At this point the entire room was filled with peals of laughter, but Teal'c managed to get himself under control and lead Daniel to the bathroom in the hall to clean him up, leaving a very irate Colonel in his wake. "I'm gonna go take a shower," he grumbled. The smell of pepperoni and stomach acid almost made his stomach rebel.
"Yes, sir!" Cassie and Sam both said and pulled mock salutes, Sam faltering a little bit as she almost fell over. Jack could still hear them giggling when he made it to the master bedroom, so he shut the door. This has been one helluva night. He made his way quickly to the bathroom and stripped immediately, tossing the offensive shirt into a hamper after rinsing it off in the sink.
"Damn Spacemonkey," he muttered under his breath. He turned on the showerhead and got in.
About fifteen minutes later, Jack returned to the living room wearing plaid pajama bottoms and an old faded gray Air Force shirt. Upon his arrival, Sam and Cassie instantly stopped talking and returned their attention to a new movie (Jack surmised that it was Sleepless in Seattle) which they obviously weren't all that interested in. He was pleased to discover that Daniel was sound asleep in his sleeping bag and wearing a new shirt as well. He shot a grateful look in Teal'c's direction and Teal'c returned his silent thank-you with a nod that translated into "It was nothing, O'Neill." Teal'c also still had his shit-eating grin in place from earlier, but it had been toned down considerably into an almost imperceptible smirk.
Jack decided he needed that beer he'd been prevented from drinking earlier, so he padded his way into the kitchen yet again in search of it. At that moment, Sam decided that she also needed a beer (while he had been showering she had helped herself to another two bottles of beer), so she followed him into the kitchen. She found the Colonel taking a long drought off of a newly opened bottle. She quickly moved past him to the fridge, only to have her plans foiled by a very strong grip on her upper arm.
"I've already had one of my team members puke on me tonight, Carter," Jack's baritone filtered through her muddled senses. "I really don't want to deal with that again anytime soon." She turned on him suddenly, peering up at him through squinted eyes, scrutinizing his face.
"That's understandable," she said abruptly. She swayed unsteadily and a pair of hands held her by the shoulders. She sighed dramatically, and the alcohol on her breath berated Jack's senses. "Okay, I won't drink anymore Jack." She grinned up at him, her blue eyes kind of hazy and unfocused. "But I won't drink any less either!" She laughed and tried to free herself from his grip; she would have succeeded had not lost her balance and ended up against his chest with his arms wrapped securely around her.
"Okay, that's it, no more beer for you, Sam." He was enjoying holding her like this far too much. He felt that he was taking advantage of her, and the thought of his 2IC kicking his ass in the morning whilst he was hung over suddenly sobered him a little bit and he held her away from him. "I'm serious, Carter."
"Okay…" She stuck out her lower lip for a brief second. "…sir."
"I thought we agreed about the 'sir' thing, Sam."
"Well, you keep calling me Carter! And Major!"
"Yeah, well, old habits die hard, you know?" She giggled at that. "What?"
"I thought you hated clichés."
"Sometimes they're appropriate."
"You mean like 'we'll cross that bridge when we come to it'?"
"Exactly." Her gaze suddenly became thoughtful, and Jack could've sworn that he saw the gears turning behind her bright blue eyes. He realized that he was still holding her, albeit at an arm's length, and let go. That was his first big mistake.
The moment he let go of Sam, she closed the space between them and wrapped her arms around his neck. He opened his mouth to curse his traitorous arms that had wound themselves involuntarily around her waist, hugging her close. That was his second big mistake.
Her lips were on his the moment he opened his mouth to speak, her tongue instantly taking advantage of his parted lips. Her sweet, alcohol-laden lips were warm and inviting, and he couldn't resist returning the kiss, his tongue starting its own exploration of her mouth. That was his third and final big mistake.
At his accepting and passionate response, she became bolder, her hands finding their way underneath his shirt and running over his stomach and up to his chest. She dragged her nails over his skin lightly as she brought her hands back down, causing him to gasp into her mouth. She smiled against his lips at his reaction and then deepened the kiss.
Jack's hands, meanwhile, were having the time of their lives exploring the wonderfully soft skin that made up Sam's lower and middle back. They became bolder seemingly all on their own and made their way down to her rump, running over it at first lightly and then gently squeezing, pulling her against his groin. She moaned softly and he released her mouth and kissed her cheek, then her jaw line, then left a trail of firy kisses up and down her supple neck.
Sam suddenly went completely rigid. She pulled back, her eyes going wide.
"Sam, you o…" Before he could finish, he found himself once again being retched upon by one of his team members. "Oh, for cryin' out loud!" Jack threw his hands up in disgust. Talk about a buzz kill. Sam looked like she was about to cry, her eyes filling with tears, and Jack instantly regretted his reaction. "Sam, it's okay," he said soothingly. "I'm sorry. Let's just go get cleaned up and get you into bed, okay?" He rubbed her shoulder tentatively. She looked down at her feet.
"I'm sorry, Jack…"
"Hey, like I said, it's okay." She nodded numbly, and he grasped her hand. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up." He turned to lead her out of the kitchen, only to stop suddenly at the sight of Cassie and Teal'c standing in the kitchen's entry. Cassie looked as though she was about to burst out laughing, but Teal'c's eyebrow was raised in a manner that said, "Do you need any assistance, O'Neill?"
"We're just gonna go get cleaned up," he told them matter-of-factly as he pushed passed them hurriedly, wanting to spare Sam any more embarrassment. They made it all the way down to the master bedroom when Jack heard Cassie say in-between giggles,
"Poor Uncle Jack."
a/n: Poor Uncle Jack indeed! We just had to get Daniel out of the way so he couldn't interrupt them again…hehehehe
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