A/N : Thanks guys for your reviews . I changed the rating on this fic because when i reread it and considered additional chapters I decided not to go down the mature route.
Hope no one is dissappointed . There will be 2 more chapters i think !
Rated T : Some adult themes and one or two swear words (Sorry !)
Beta assistance as ever by stargate-fan . can't > nees to / \ on your assistance LOL !
Disclaimer : Don't own them, would Ido this if I did ? (Probably its so much fun !)
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Major Carter stared at the ceiling in her quarters.
'Scratch that' she thought, glared at the ceiling in her quarters.
"Oh God," she groaned quietly, "I'm referring to myself in the third person, a sure sign of impending insanity!"
Groaning audibly now she rolled back on to her stomach and muttered incomprehensible obscenities into her pillow for at least the fiftieth time that morning.
She surfaced again five minutes later, and having run out of things to count (prime numbers up to 3367900313) and with there being nothing whatsoever technological left in her sparse quarters, (he had even taken her wrist watch), she forced herself, in the face of losing the plot entirely to finally examine the events of the previous night.
Sam sat back up slowly and leaned against the cold concrete wall feeling it draw some of the excess heat stored up in her body. She acknowledged with a small smile that she now knew with certainty that it was possible for the body to blush in its entirety. It had happened to her; every time her mind had wandered back to her superior officer or the consequences of her insubordinate actions.
She hated him.
She knew it with a certainty that went down to the core of her being.
The colonel would be made to suffer.
Something that would wipe that arrogant smirk right off his face, like she had attempted last night.
The thought of his dark and humourless expression heralded another wave of painful embarrassment for the normally self-controlled officer. Sam was thankful that the darkness within her quarters (he had taken the light bulb) at least concealed the deep scarlet blushes that swept her features whenever she recalled being removed from her lab over the colonel's shoulder, his hand connecting painfully with her rear, and his ill concealed humour at her impotent fury.
Knowing the speed at which the 'jungle drums' operated, her notable absence from the base and the SF stationed outside her door, everyone would be aware that she had been busted for insubordination and what the consequences had been. She hugged her knees and placed her forehead on them in a vain effort to hide.
Worse still, she thought ruefully had been the fact that she had lost her temper.
The sight of the smug, 'shit-eating' grin spreading ever wider across his face when she had eventually been righted upon the ground, her hair pointing every which way, her face scarlet and not just from the blood rush of her extended inversion, had been her undoing.
She had swung wildly and her palm had connected with an audible slap, leaving a stark white imprint of her elegant hand on his rapidly draining features. Sam's horrified gasp had been lost in the echo of her action down the empty concrete hall. (As had the cheer in the security control room, four levels up.)
The colonel had remained eerily silent and the mark had rapidly deepened in colour to what she could imagine was a painful crimson. Carter had remained immobilised against the door, the embodiment of 'deer in the headlights'; until he had reached down and opened the door with his key card.
Stepping back reflexively as the solid object swung away from her, she had stammered, "I'm sorry Sir, I don't know what came over me…I." He cut her off, holding up one finger.
"Rush of blood to the head, I expect, Major. Now; you have precisely ten minutes to get changed, avail your self of the base facilities and be back here, correctly attired in your jimmy jams to discuss your punishment," He snapped out in a precise military tone.
"BUT!"
"Nine minutes then," He looked at his watch in an exaggerated fashion as she wavered momentarily in the middle of the room before snatching up her stuff and dashing out the door.
Cheeks flaming, she ruefully recalled how he had been tapping his foot in the doorway upon her return, a cardboard box to one side containing she had later discovered anything she might have garnered amusement from. He had waited, glaring at her irritably until belatedly she gathered he required her to stand at attention.
"Hmmm, Carter, the list of your infractions is growing by the minute. Insubordination, refusing to follow direct orders, striking a superior officer…." His voice tallied off and sneaking a look at his face with lowered lashes she saw the smirk had returned.
"Don't you think you've had enough fun for one night, Sir?" She asked tiredly.
"Not quite as yet," He silkily replied.
The major's blood ran cold and she silently wished for death, or Thor, she didn't care which to took her.
A shadow crossed the door drawing his attention; she tried to peer out of her peripheral vision but failed as he took two steps towards the door, effectively obscuring her view. He spoke to the unknown airman in the corridor, and she hoped it were someone who had come to her rescue or a threat to earth, just about anything to remove her from this!
"No such luck!" She said bitterly into the darkness.
"In accordance with the regulations, I am able to punish junior officers under my command in any way the airforce deems appropriate, should I wish to exercise an alternative to bringing them up on charges. Carter, Am I correct?"
"Yes," She nodded dejectedly, her mind already so focussed on 'punish' and what that entailed that she only belatedly remembered to respectfully tag on, "Sir."
"Not withstanding my current desire to turn you over my knee and paddle you, following your last stunt, major," He rubbed his jaw carefully. Sam gasped, her shocked eyes flying to his face as she flushed crimson down to her toes again.
"But upon reflection, I think," he smirked evilly, leaning close to her burning face, "It wouldn't be much of a punishment!" He spoke in a low tone so only she could hear.
She swallowed convulsively and tried to conceal the desperate shiver that threatened to overtake her.
"So you will remain confined to these quarters, in your bed, for the next 36 hours."
She inhaled deeply but bit off a sharp retort as he growled.
"ALL other options will remain open until I see an improvement in your behaviour."
She had shot under the covers at that and watched in fascinated horror as he had removed the light bulb, (to aid her sleeping –he had said) and bid her goodnight, leaving only a sliver of light leaching under the door, partially obscured by two large military boots.
Damn, damn, and double damn.
'I never should have hit him' she thought pensively; still it gave her a lot of time to plan her revenge.
And she now knew she could wait out the remainder of the hours, after all she had been allowed to visit the bathroom, once, and been given a sandwich with a glass of milk even if it had been chicken which she wasn't fond of…
Revenge is a dish best served cold, she thought evilly.