A/N: In honor of Thanksgiving!
This chapter is for SG-Fan and SGCFan4Ever. When will you guys get the message and stop reviewing? lol. Thanks a lot for the support from both of you.
"Wow, Sam, you look beautiful in that dress!" Tris complemented as Sam came out of the dressing room in a light blue flapper dress. With her hair so short, and her body so slim, she looked like she could fit the part.
"Do you really think so?" Sam asked, curiously. The reason she had tried on that dress in the first place was because the color was so similar to the dress she had to wear on that Mongol planet.
"You look stunning," Cilla said. Uncle Jack won't know what hit him, she added silently. "Do you have shoes to go with it?"
Sam nodded, "Yeah, I have a pair of heels that will work."
"What color?"
"They're black, Stiletto sandals," Sam said before turning to go back into the dressing room. The trip had been well worth it, she had found four new dresses that she absolutely adored and was going to buy. One of them she didn't model for Tris and Cilla because it was a little more revealing than she was comfortable showing them…but buying it would be well worth the look on Jack's face when he saw her in it.
"Well, then, let's get a move on," Tris said as Sam came back out dressed in her normal clothes and holding four hangers. "I thought you were only getting three dresses, Sam?"
Sam looked down, blushing, "The other one's not a dress."
"Ah."
Arriving back at Jack's house, Sam saw a military issue SUV in the drive. Getting out, she noticed that the Airmen inside the vehicle were still there. Thinking about it, Sam was fairly certain they were terrified of having to deliver something to General O'Neill at home.
"I'll be right there," Sam called when the three women got out of the car. Tapping on the driver's window, the Lt. Colonel said, "Airmen, why don't you just give me whatever you need to give the General?"
The Airman, sighed, relieved, "Yes, Colonel Carter. Thank you, ma'am." He gave the manila envelope to Sam who nodded, before he drove off.
Sam was more than a little shocked to discover it was addressed to her and from the president?
Opening it up, Sam smiled in relief as she realized what it was. She got her shopping bag out of the back seat of her car and walked into the house to be bombarded by a Jack O'Neill who looked like he was running from Apophis himself.
"Hide me!" he whispered fiercely in her ear.
"Uncle Jack! Hiding behind Auntie Sam is cheating!" Zip said as she came into view.
"Yeah, bro!" Nathan piped up. "You know the rules."
Jack looked defiantly at his younger brother, "Yeah? Well, I quit!" He saw Sam's shopping bags and the envelope, "Oohhh! What's in there?" he asked, reaching for them both. Tris and Cilla had brought in the other bags filled with gifts and were busy sorting them into different piles based on whom they were for.
Sam pulled them out of his reach, "Well…nope, I don't think I'll tell you."
"Come on, Sam!" Jack called as she ran into the living room. "It's from the president! What did Henry want?"
Sam stuck her tongue out at him in a very un-military like move. "You'll just have to wait until tomorrow night to find out, sir."
"Is that insubordination, Colonel?"
"Only as much insubordination as you deal to my dad and General Hammond – General O'Neill, sir."
Before it could escalate any further, Tris took the envelope out of Sam's hands, "This for Jack?"
"Yeah, put it on the bottom, under that big package. Yep, there." She turned back to Jack, "If you even try to look in that envelope before tomorrow night – or get someone else to look I will take apart your PS2, hide some really small, important part to it and take back the new game I got you for it."
Jack walked back into the kitchen, muttering something about 'insubordination' and 'court martials' under his breath.
Luke and Nathan both looked at where Jack had disappeared from, then back to Sam. Luke whistled in admiration, "Where'd you learn how to do that?"
She smirked, "I had to learn how to do that when I first met him nine years ago. It comes in handy when he gets behind on paper work and doesn't want to do it. So, pretty much every week."
Nathan laughed outright at that, "Yep, Jack O'Neill hates paper work, that's for sure. Must come from having to write all those essays in science when he was being…well, being Jack."
Sam's smile grew evil, "So, that's why he doesn't like scientists!"
Luke nodded, "Why do you think I was so surprised when I heard you were an astrophysicist and both of you were friends with Dr. Jackson?"
"We're the only two he can understand. Not to mention Daniel and I know how to dumb down our reports for him."
"Why?" asked Tris, confused. "He has a Ph.D. in astronomy."
The conspiring, evil look in Sam's eyes returned, "He does, does he? Well, then, methinks I'll conveniently forget the bullet point summary and definitions in my next few reports…and the one on my little 'science project' as Jack so humorously dubbed it."
"It IS a science project, Carter!" Jack said as he walked back into the room with two beers, one of which he handed to Sam.
"Thank you, sir." Jack's siblings shared a look of shock and disbelief, and in that one moment, the girl's plot to get Sam and Jack together received the support of Jack's brothers.
A/N: Well? What think you?