Title: Are You Going To Dance?
Rating: PG
Spoilers: "Chimera" Season Seven
Season: Post "Chimera"
Summary: Sam and Jack face the backlash of a new relationship off base.
Disclaimer: Okay I don't own Stargate SG-1 or anything to do with it's universe, you know that and I know that so lets not bring it up. I don't own "You've Really Got A Hold On Me" or any rights to Fred Astare or George Michael either. I do own the plot and all of the original characters in it.
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Sam stood in one of the SGC elevators waiting to get to her floor patiently. She quietly hummed the tune of "You've Really Got A Hold On Me" - which she had been unable to get out of her head since Saturday night, even murmuring some of the lyrics when she didn't think the Airman was listening.
Finally the elevator opened to her level and she stepped out. She was able to get about two feet from the elevator when Jack suddenly stepped out of her lab. They both paused and smiled.
"There you are Carter - I came down here looking for you and you weren't in yet." Jack smiled.
"Sorry sir. Here's your jacket by the way - I was going to give it back to you on Saturday but you were already gone..." Sam said as she handed Jack his leather jacket.
Only a few feet away the Airman who had been waiting for the elevator doors to shut quickly pushed the "door open" button as he eavesdropped into the two SG-1 officers conversation.
"Ah - so that's where it went." Jack joked as he took the jacket from his 2IC. "Oh - I left you a cup of coffee in your office. I've already been to the commissary."
Sam smiled as her CO pointed back towards her office, "Well thank you sir. You didn't need to do that."
"Ah - it was nothing." Jack grinned. "Well I have to go - you know - work to do."
Sam nodded, "Yes sir."
Jack walked towards the elevator and the Airman almost didn't have time to stop his staring before the colonel arrived. He quickly released the 'door open' button as Jack stepped in and went back to pretending he didn't just see Colonel O'Neill and Major Carter - the two main players of the SGC rumor pool - conversing in a very un-Air Force-like way.
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Sam walked into the infirmary with a grin on her face and two coffee cups in hand - she found Janet settled in under a stack of papers in her office. "Knock knock..."
Sam laughed as Janet looked up and her stoic face shifted into a relieved one. "Is that what I think it is?"
Sam handed the coffee over and took a seat in one of the chairs in front of the doctor's desk, "I'm just taking a little break so I thought I'd drop in."
"Speaking of that..." Janet said quickly between sips.
"Speaking of what?" Sam asked.
"Colonel O'Neill was just in here." Janet finished her sentence.
"Jan, how does the colonel have anything to do with me dropping in?" Sam asked, her friend slowly loosing her logic.
"He was practically skipping - it was like he was dancing." Janet continued with a small evil smirk growing on her face. Sam eyed her petite friend, fearing for her mental health when she finally whispered, "Is he any good?"
"Janet!" Sam said as she looked at her friend in disgust. She, Janet and Cassie had spent the day together on Sunday to chat about girl stuff but generally all Janet and Cassie wanted to talk about was the dance lessons.
"Come on Sam - is he say...Fred Astare or is he say...George Michael during his Wham! days?" Janet asked.
"George Michael?" Sam shook her head in disbelief; Janet had definitely lost her mind.
"Stop stalling. I thought the colonel was going to start waltzing with one of the nurses the way he was fluttering around." Janet half ordered.
"Jan I'm not stalling because there is nothing to stall about - I told you yesterday that Jack is a good dancer, we had fun, we had dinner, he dropped me off at home...end of story."
"Ah! There was a dinner!" Janet nearly shrieked.
And Sam kicked herself - she'd forgotten that she'd left that little tidbit out yesterday, fearing that Cassie and Janet would take it the wrong way and she'd never live it down. "Yes, yes..." Sam sighed, "There was a dinner. It was Italian. It was good. End of story."
"Sam that sounds like a second grader story - care to elaborate?" Janet asked.
"There is nothing, and I mean nothing to elaborate on Janet. We were hungry; we went and got something to eat. That was it." Sam said.
"That was it?" Janet asked, unconvinced.
"That was it." Sam answered and Janet slumped back into her chair - disappointed. Sam looked down at her watch quickly before suddenly standing, "I've got to get back to work...I'm in the middle of a test."
Janet said a quick goodbye as her blonde friend walked out of the room. She turned back to her papers when suddenly one of the nurses appeared at the door. "Ma'am."
Janet looked up and nodded, "Yes."
"Has something happened to SG-1 that we haven't been briefed on?" the nurse asked.
"No. Why?" Janet asked.
"Because Major Carter just left singing the same song that Colonel O'Neill was singing when he left earlier ma'am." The nurse answered.
A small but nevertheless evil grin crawled over Janet's lips, "They're fine - it's just a catchy tune."
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After several more hours of working Sam decided to reward herself with a bowl of jello, so she headed to the elevator to find Jack already standing inside.
"Oh, hello sir." Sam said, slightly startled as she joined Jack in the elevator.
"Hi there Carter. I'm just going to lunch, how about you?" Jack asked as the doors closed.
"Same goes for me. I just got done testing that artifact that SG-2 brought back last week so I figured I'd take a little break." Sam replied.
"Ah." Jack hummed before the elevator car fell silent. Within a few moments the elevator stopped and the doors opened. Jack put a hand out to make sure they would stay that way as he motioned for Sam to come out of the car, "Ladies first."
Sam smiled as she exited the elevator and walked towards the commissary doors with Jack walking just behind her. They walked into the room and immediately a hush fell over the majority of the tables, dozens of eyes followed their every move as they moved along the food line.
Sam grabbed a salad and a bowl of jello as Jack grabbed a bowl of cereal and a carton of milk. They both turned to the room and some of the eyes quickly adverted but other's remained transfixed. Sam and Jack exchanged glances before Jack turned back to the crowd, "Is there a problem?"
Quickly everyone turned back to their food or the other people at their table and began chatting. Sam and Jack exchanged another glance as they headed over to an empty table, "Any idea what that was about?"
Sam shook her head as she took a bite of salad, "No idea sir."
Suddenly Norman Davis appeared beside the table looking like a kid on Christmas morning. Jack looked at him and tried his best to remember the technician's name but Sam broke though his struggle, "Hello Sergeant Davis, is there something we can help you with?"
Norman's gaze jumped between Sam and Jack several times before he nearly whispered, "Does General Hammond know?"
Sam and Jack exchanged glances before Sam spoke up, "Know what sergeant?"
"About...well you know..." Norman continued his hinting and Jack gave Sam a confused look. She shrugged and Jack decided to take point.
"Say we don't know...'what' Davis, what is it? Just humor us." Jack asked.
"About you two." Norman whispered.
Sam felt her eyes go wide in confusion as she and Jack exchanged yet another glance, "What about us?"
"Well...you know..." Norman said as if it explained everything.
Jack looked at Sam again before he stood up quite abruptly, "Can I get everyone's attention here!"
The entire commissary fell into a hush as all eyes turned to Jack, "I don't have any idea what's going on here but I'm ending it now! There is nothing...and I mean NOTHING going on between Major Carter and myself. Is that understood by everyone?"
For several mind-numbing moments there was no noise at all before Jack asked again, "Is that understood!"
People started nodding and murmuring in acceptance to the second-in-command of the base before Jack grabbed his cereal and headed to the door. Sam grabbed her jello and followed her CO out of the room, she was just as mad as he was.
They walked into the elevator and Jack slammed the button to Sam's floor and the pair waited in silence for several moments before they both began ranting, "I can't believe that."
Sam nodded in agreement, "Where do they get these things?"
"I don't know but I am so tired of it all! Can't they just accept that we're just teammates?"
"That you're my commanding officer and that I'm your second-in-command and there isn't anything more than that." Sam agreed. She turned and made eye contact with Jack after she said it and this time they both carried that strong determined look that Jack's brown gaze had carried on Saturday night.
Jack opened his mouth as if he were about to say something that he'd been holding in for a long time when the elevator stopped, the doors opened and Sam's jaw dropped, "General Hammond sir!"
Jack quickly turned around to see that Sam had been correct, there taking up the majority of the exit stood a very unhappy General George Hammond. Jack half grinned at him, "Fancy meeting you here...sir."
Jack added the title quickly after realizing that Hammond wasn't in the playful mood. Hammond's heavy gaze turned from Sam to Jack in turn before he finally spoke, "Both of you in my office, now."
Sam half winced, as did Jack as they both stepped back and allowed Hammond to enter the elevator. It was a long ride down to his office.
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"Sit." Hammond growled the word, the first he'd said since leaving the elevator. Sam and Jack obeyed, both taking a seat in the two available chairs in front of the boss's desk. Hammond paced back and forth behind his desk before he finally sat himself down, "Will one of you care to explain what's going on here."
"Sir?" Sam asked, confused, she glanced at Jack and he continued.
"Explain what General?"
Hammond's gaze jumped up to meet Jack's, "All morning I've been surrounded by whispers - whispers pertaining to you two."
"How is that any different than any other day sir?" Jack asked with a grin on his face but he quickly sobered up his sarcasm as he earned himself a glare from Hammond.
"I want to know the truth. Now." Hammond growled for the second time in a few moments.
Sam exchanged another glance with Jack, who shrugged, "Sir, with all honesty we don't have the slightest clue as to what you're talking about."
"Well than let me fill you in Major, it would appear that an unnamed Airman witnessed you and Colonel O'Neill in the hall this morning acting very much unlike a commanding officer and second-in-command."
Sam and Jack exchanged glances before they both realized what he was talking about.
"Now that you two appear to know what I'm talking about, will someone please care to explain?" Hammond asked.
"Sir, this morning I met Carter outside of her lab, I was dropping off a cup of coffee for her. I ran into her coming out of the elevator, end of story." Jack shrugged.
"Then what is it that I hear about a jacket?" Hammond asked and Jack managed to keep a straight face.
"You see sir, I had the colonel's jacket because he, Daniel and I had gone out to dinner on Saturday night for a little farewell to Daniel. I had forgotten to give it back to him while we were waiting for the valet to come around with my car so I returned it this morning." Sam said with an equally straight face.
Hammond's gaze moved between his 2IC and his 2IC's 2IC before he sighed, "Then may I give you two some advice - be sure to return all barrowed clothing in private, not in a corridor, okay?"
Sam and Jack nodded and waited for Hammond to dismiss them. They walked out of his office and headed to the elevator. They were halfway there when Jack whispered, "Do you know which Airman?"
"O'Brien sir."
"I think we should give Airman O'Brien a little visit."
"I agree sir." Sam said though clenched teeth.
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By the end of the day the entire Mountain had heard that Airman O'Brien had overreacted and that there was nothing going on between Colonel O'Neill and Major Carter. The news didn't keep their names out of the rumor pool though, considering it was their names that created the pool in the first place.
Sam was walking though the parking complex heading to her car when a wave of exhaustion hit her. She threw herself into her seat and closed the door when suddenly her cell phone began to ring. She fished it out of her purse and answered, "Hello."
"Hey Carter, I was thinking - how would you like a beer?" Jack's voice came though the receiver.
"Sir do you think we should brave O'Malley's after what happened today?" Sam asked.
"No not at all, I think thinking maybe your place or mine." Jack answered and Sam's eyes bolted open. She glanced in her rearview mirror to find that Jack's large truck was idling right behind her parked car.
He waved at her and she grinned, "See you at my place then sir."
"See you there Carter."
Jack's truck pulled out of the parking complex and Sam dropped her cell phone on the seat next to her before she started her car and put on her seat belt. There was nothing to the beer, she told herself. Jack had called her Carter - that meant it wasn't like their relationship with the dance classes, right - that's what was going on. She began pulling out of her spot and following the Colonel's truck back to her place when a tiny voice in the back of her head smiled, sure that was exactly what was going on.
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Rating: PG
Spoilers: "Chimera" Season Seven
Season: Post "Chimera"
Summary: Sam and Jack face the backlash of a new relationship off base.
Disclaimer: Okay I don't own Stargate SG-1 or anything to do with it's universe, you know that and I know that so lets not bring it up. I don't own "You've Really Got A Hold On Me" or any rights to Fred Astare or George Michael either. I do own the plot and all of the original characters in it.
Author's Note: Please read and review!
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Sam stood in one of the SGC elevators waiting to get to her floor patiently. She quietly hummed the tune of "You've Really Got A Hold On Me" - which she had been unable to get out of her head since Saturday night, even murmuring some of the lyrics when she didn't think the Airman was listening.
Finally the elevator opened to her level and she stepped out. She was able to get about two feet from the elevator when Jack suddenly stepped out of her lab. They both paused and smiled.
"There you are Carter - I came down here looking for you and you weren't in yet." Jack smiled.
"Sorry sir. Here's your jacket by the way - I was going to give it back to you on Saturday but you were already gone..." Sam said as she handed Jack his leather jacket.
Only a few feet away the Airman who had been waiting for the elevator doors to shut quickly pushed the "door open" button as he eavesdropped into the two SG-1 officers conversation.
"Ah - so that's where it went." Jack joked as he took the jacket from his 2IC. "Oh - I left you a cup of coffee in your office. I've already been to the commissary."
Sam smiled as her CO pointed back towards her office, "Well thank you sir. You didn't need to do that."
"Ah - it was nothing." Jack grinned. "Well I have to go - you know - work to do."
Sam nodded, "Yes sir."
Jack walked towards the elevator and the Airman almost didn't have time to stop his staring before the colonel arrived. He quickly released the 'door open' button as Jack stepped in and went back to pretending he didn't just see Colonel O'Neill and Major Carter - the two main players of the SGC rumor pool - conversing in a very un-Air Force-like way.
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Sam walked into the infirmary with a grin on her face and two coffee cups in hand - she found Janet settled in under a stack of papers in her office. "Knock knock..."
Sam laughed as Janet looked up and her stoic face shifted into a relieved one. "Is that what I think it is?"
Sam handed the coffee over and took a seat in one of the chairs in front of the doctor's desk, "I'm just taking a little break so I thought I'd drop in."
"Speaking of that..." Janet said quickly between sips.
"Speaking of what?" Sam asked.
"Colonel O'Neill was just in here." Janet finished her sentence.
"Jan, how does the colonel have anything to do with me dropping in?" Sam asked, her friend slowly loosing her logic.
"He was practically skipping - it was like he was dancing." Janet continued with a small evil smirk growing on her face. Sam eyed her petite friend, fearing for her mental health when she finally whispered, "Is he any good?"
"Janet!" Sam said as she looked at her friend in disgust. She, Janet and Cassie had spent the day together on Sunday to chat about girl stuff but generally all Janet and Cassie wanted to talk about was the dance lessons.
"Come on Sam - is he say...Fred Astare or is he say...George Michael during his Wham! days?" Janet asked.
"George Michael?" Sam shook her head in disbelief; Janet had definitely lost her mind.
"Stop stalling. I thought the colonel was going to start waltzing with one of the nurses the way he was fluttering around." Janet half ordered.
"Jan I'm not stalling because there is nothing to stall about - I told you yesterday that Jack is a good dancer, we had fun, we had dinner, he dropped me off at home...end of story."
"Ah! There was a dinner!" Janet nearly shrieked.
And Sam kicked herself - she'd forgotten that she'd left that little tidbit out yesterday, fearing that Cassie and Janet would take it the wrong way and she'd never live it down. "Yes, yes..." Sam sighed, "There was a dinner. It was Italian. It was good. End of story."
"Sam that sounds like a second grader story - care to elaborate?" Janet asked.
"There is nothing, and I mean nothing to elaborate on Janet. We were hungry; we went and got something to eat. That was it." Sam said.
"That was it?" Janet asked, unconvinced.
"That was it." Sam answered and Janet slumped back into her chair - disappointed. Sam looked down at her watch quickly before suddenly standing, "I've got to get back to work...I'm in the middle of a test."
Janet said a quick goodbye as her blonde friend walked out of the room. She turned back to her papers when suddenly one of the nurses appeared at the door. "Ma'am."
Janet looked up and nodded, "Yes."
"Has something happened to SG-1 that we haven't been briefed on?" the nurse asked.
"No. Why?" Janet asked.
"Because Major Carter just left singing the same song that Colonel O'Neill was singing when he left earlier ma'am." The nurse answered.
A small but nevertheless evil grin crawled over Janet's lips, "They're fine - it's just a catchy tune."
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After several more hours of working Sam decided to reward herself with a bowl of jello, so she headed to the elevator to find Jack already standing inside.
"Oh, hello sir." Sam said, slightly startled as she joined Jack in the elevator.
"Hi there Carter. I'm just going to lunch, how about you?" Jack asked as the doors closed.
"Same goes for me. I just got done testing that artifact that SG-2 brought back last week so I figured I'd take a little break." Sam replied.
"Ah." Jack hummed before the elevator car fell silent. Within a few moments the elevator stopped and the doors opened. Jack put a hand out to make sure they would stay that way as he motioned for Sam to come out of the car, "Ladies first."
Sam smiled as she exited the elevator and walked towards the commissary doors with Jack walking just behind her. They walked into the room and immediately a hush fell over the majority of the tables, dozens of eyes followed their every move as they moved along the food line.
Sam grabbed a salad and a bowl of jello as Jack grabbed a bowl of cereal and a carton of milk. They both turned to the room and some of the eyes quickly adverted but other's remained transfixed. Sam and Jack exchanged glances before Jack turned back to the crowd, "Is there a problem?"
Quickly everyone turned back to their food or the other people at their table and began chatting. Sam and Jack exchanged another glance as they headed over to an empty table, "Any idea what that was about?"
Sam shook her head as she took a bite of salad, "No idea sir."
Suddenly Norman Davis appeared beside the table looking like a kid on Christmas morning. Jack looked at him and tried his best to remember the technician's name but Sam broke though his struggle, "Hello Sergeant Davis, is there something we can help you with?"
Norman's gaze jumped between Sam and Jack several times before he nearly whispered, "Does General Hammond know?"
Sam and Jack exchanged glances before Sam spoke up, "Know what sergeant?"
"About...well you know..." Norman continued his hinting and Jack gave Sam a confused look. She shrugged and Jack decided to take point.
"Say we don't know...'what' Davis, what is it? Just humor us." Jack asked.
"About you two." Norman whispered.
Sam felt her eyes go wide in confusion as she and Jack exchanged yet another glance, "What about us?"
"Well...you know..." Norman said as if it explained everything.
Jack looked at Sam again before he stood up quite abruptly, "Can I get everyone's attention here!"
The entire commissary fell into a hush as all eyes turned to Jack, "I don't have any idea what's going on here but I'm ending it now! There is nothing...and I mean NOTHING going on between Major Carter and myself. Is that understood by everyone?"
For several mind-numbing moments there was no noise at all before Jack asked again, "Is that understood!"
People started nodding and murmuring in acceptance to the second-in-command of the base before Jack grabbed his cereal and headed to the door. Sam grabbed her jello and followed her CO out of the room, she was just as mad as he was.
They walked into the elevator and Jack slammed the button to Sam's floor and the pair waited in silence for several moments before they both began ranting, "I can't believe that."
Sam nodded in agreement, "Where do they get these things?"
"I don't know but I am so tired of it all! Can't they just accept that we're just teammates?"
"That you're my commanding officer and that I'm your second-in-command and there isn't anything more than that." Sam agreed. She turned and made eye contact with Jack after she said it and this time they both carried that strong determined look that Jack's brown gaze had carried on Saturday night.
Jack opened his mouth as if he were about to say something that he'd been holding in for a long time when the elevator stopped, the doors opened and Sam's jaw dropped, "General Hammond sir!"
Jack quickly turned around to see that Sam had been correct, there taking up the majority of the exit stood a very unhappy General George Hammond. Jack half grinned at him, "Fancy meeting you here...sir."
Jack added the title quickly after realizing that Hammond wasn't in the playful mood. Hammond's heavy gaze turned from Sam to Jack in turn before he finally spoke, "Both of you in my office, now."
Sam half winced, as did Jack as they both stepped back and allowed Hammond to enter the elevator. It was a long ride down to his office.
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"Sit." Hammond growled the word, the first he'd said since leaving the elevator. Sam and Jack obeyed, both taking a seat in the two available chairs in front of the boss's desk. Hammond paced back and forth behind his desk before he finally sat himself down, "Will one of you care to explain what's going on here."
"Sir?" Sam asked, confused, she glanced at Jack and he continued.
"Explain what General?"
Hammond's gaze jumped up to meet Jack's, "All morning I've been surrounded by whispers - whispers pertaining to you two."
"How is that any different than any other day sir?" Jack asked with a grin on his face but he quickly sobered up his sarcasm as he earned himself a glare from Hammond.
"I want to know the truth. Now." Hammond growled for the second time in a few moments.
Sam exchanged another glance with Jack, who shrugged, "Sir, with all honesty we don't have the slightest clue as to what you're talking about."
"Well than let me fill you in Major, it would appear that an unnamed Airman witnessed you and Colonel O'Neill in the hall this morning acting very much unlike a commanding officer and second-in-command."
Sam and Jack exchanged glances before they both realized what he was talking about.
"Now that you two appear to know what I'm talking about, will someone please care to explain?" Hammond asked.
"Sir, this morning I met Carter outside of her lab, I was dropping off a cup of coffee for her. I ran into her coming out of the elevator, end of story." Jack shrugged.
"Then what is it that I hear about a jacket?" Hammond asked and Jack managed to keep a straight face.
"You see sir, I had the colonel's jacket because he, Daniel and I had gone out to dinner on Saturday night for a little farewell to Daniel. I had forgotten to give it back to him while we were waiting for the valet to come around with my car so I returned it this morning." Sam said with an equally straight face.
Hammond's gaze moved between his 2IC and his 2IC's 2IC before he sighed, "Then may I give you two some advice - be sure to return all barrowed clothing in private, not in a corridor, okay?"
Sam and Jack nodded and waited for Hammond to dismiss them. They walked out of his office and headed to the elevator. They were halfway there when Jack whispered, "Do you know which Airman?"
"O'Brien sir."
"I think we should give Airman O'Brien a little visit."
"I agree sir." Sam said though clenched teeth.
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By the end of the day the entire Mountain had heard that Airman O'Brien had overreacted and that there was nothing going on between Colonel O'Neill and Major Carter. The news didn't keep their names out of the rumor pool though, considering it was their names that created the pool in the first place.
Sam was walking though the parking complex heading to her car when a wave of exhaustion hit her. She threw herself into her seat and closed the door when suddenly her cell phone began to ring. She fished it out of her purse and answered, "Hello."
"Hey Carter, I was thinking - how would you like a beer?" Jack's voice came though the receiver.
"Sir do you think we should brave O'Malley's after what happened today?" Sam asked.
"No not at all, I think thinking maybe your place or mine." Jack answered and Sam's eyes bolted open. She glanced in her rearview mirror to find that Jack's large truck was idling right behind her parked car.
He waved at her and she grinned, "See you at my place then sir."
"See you there Carter."
Jack's truck pulled out of the parking complex and Sam dropped her cell phone on the seat next to her before she started her car and put on her seat belt. There was nothing to the beer, she told herself. Jack had called her Carter - that meant it wasn't like their relationship with the dance classes, right - that's what was going on. She began pulling out of her spot and following the Colonel's truck back to her place when a tiny voice in the back of her head smiled, sure that was exactly what was going on.
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