Soon after Daniel's incident, Doc Frasier announced that it was time to go home. Cassie whined a little bit, but agreed to leave without too much argument, probably remembering that she was still in trouble for the swimsuit switch. She gave hugs to Sam, Jack and Teal'c before she left, and told them to say goodnight to Daniel for her, who had gone upstairs to crash in the guest bedroom. She slipped her arm around her mother, a comical sight since Cassie was already taller than Janet. She helped the doctor towards the car, trying to keep Janet from stumbling too much.
Sam was in a good mood again, and was starting to get pretty drunk as she finally finished off her bottle. Jack tried to hold back on his teasing, remembering his earlier thoughts about not pissing off his 2IC, but could not help himself. Carter likes it anyway, he rationalized in his mind.
Teal'c soon tired of the antics of the intoxicated military officers and excused himself to check on DanielJackson and "hit the bag".
"Sack," Sam slurred, and then dissolved into giggles. "Jack rhymes with sack. Hit the Jack," she laughed, and leaned over to lightly punch her CO on the arm. Teal'c chose that moment to leave without so much as his usual head bow.
"No giggling, Major," he reminded her, but failed to hide his grin. It just made her giggle harder, which had been his intention all along. Carter had been pretty wound up over the past year and had been working way too hard. He was glad to see her letting loose, and quite honestly, he wished she would lighten up just a bit around him. He was just glad that she was not calling him sir every five seconds like she normally did. Besides, he could harass her for insubordination and assaulting a superior officer.
"Jack," she interrupted his thoughts. "Why can't I just call you Jack?" she asked, swirling her champagne flute around. "We're friends, right?" she rambled on.
Jack swallowed nervously. This had stopped being funny was heading into some dangerous territory. "Sure, Carter, we're real good friends," he said.
"Sam," she reminded him. "My name is Sa-am." She drew the word out in a little kid sing-song voice.
Alright, she was not going to drop it. He would have to distract her, and maybe remind her why they should not have this conversation.
"So, Carter, nice tank top," he commented. "Reminds me of that one you wore when you were 'touched' or whatever." It was a little harsh but necessary. Maybe if she remembered how embarrassed she had been, she would want to change the conversation too.
"Psssh," she said, spitting a little. "You liked it." She took another swig of her drink and found it empty, and decided to reach for the half-empty bottle left.
Jack leaned over her to intercept her hand. "I think you've had enough, Carter," he told her.
It was a bad move. He grabbed her wrist right before it reached the champagne bottle and she turned her head to give him sad, blue puppy-dog eyes. Daniel pulled that one on her on a regular basis, Jack knew. But Daniel was nowhere near as hot as Carter. Daniel also was not usually three inches from his face when he did it. "No," he said quietly. He tried to sound like he was scolding a small child but instead it came out shaky and scarcely louder than a whisper.
She responded with a pout. "Why not?" she whispered back conspirationally.
"Because you're drunk," he retorted.
"So?"
Somehow Jack was not so sure she was talking about the alcohol anymore. He was not entirely sure he was either. "You'll regret it in the morning," he said.
"No, I won't," she replied confidently.
Sam closed her eyes and suddenly Jack felt like the space between them was closing in much too fast for his comfort. She moved closer and his eyes started to flutter a bit as well.
His eyes were closed and he realized that Sam was not in front of him anymore, but she was resting against his shoulder with her face turned in towards his neck. "Sam?" he asked quietly. There was no response.
He still had her wrist in his hand, but she was half sprawled across him now. He nudged her with the shoulder she had fallen on. "Carter!" he barked. She still did not move.
He leaned his head down to look her in the face again and heard a small grunt of protest slip out of her as his movement jostled her.
Jack lifted his head and leaned back. Major Samantha Carter, genius astrophysicist, was completely wasted and passed out. She had not been trying to kiss him after all. Boy, did he feel stupid for wishing, no, thinking she was trying to put a move on him.
He did not know whether or laugh or swear. He decided that, either way, he was most definitely frustrated and settled for a loud sigh instead. It seemed to fit his predicament.
He looked back down to the sleeping scientist. Now, how the hell was he going to get her out of here?