Chapter 2
Title: They're Gonna Make It
Pairing: Sam/Jack (No, actually, I decided to write a Sam/Daniel story for a change… just kidding!)
Season: Valentine's day during season 9
Rating: PG-13 for one relatively mild swear word (begins with B- ends in –d)
Spoilers: Urm, maybe little one for season 5 'Ascension' and anything to do with Sam's personal life post-season 6. Oh, and some season 9 stuff too. I assume any shipper worth their salt has seen "Window of Opportunity" I won't bother including that as a spoiler warning!
Disclaimer: Neither Samantha Carter nor Jack O'Neill, nor Carter's Volvo belong to me. If they did they'd be married with two kids by now! All characters belong to the guys who own Stargate SG-1.
A/N: Thank you so much for all of the reviews I really do appreciate them. Just to answer your questions, P.T.O. means 'Please Turn Over' and the reason I wrote this story was precisely the lack of Jack O'Neill in the show. Sigh as much as I love Amanda it just isn't the same show with Mr & Mrs Farscape and Sam seems to have been shoved to the side for the "new guys". (Don't get me started on how angry it makes me that Carter isn't the leader of SG-1!)
Anywho, I wasn't gonna do a sequel but you guys have spoken and apparently you liked the story since I've had multiple requests for another chapter so here goes:
The first urge that Sam got was to pick up the phone and call him but what would she say over the phone? Also, it would be such a shame to let that bath go cold after all of the effort so, closing the bathroom door behind her, Sam slipped off her jeans and tank top and sank beneath the silky bubbles, enjoying every moment. It wasn't often that she got to relax like this and knowing that Jack had set it up made it even more special. As she sat sipping her champagne (which tasted extremely expensive to her, albeit untrained, taste buds!) Sam wondered where Jack was and what he was thinking at that precise moment. When her fingers were well and truly wrinkled Sam decided that it was probably time to get out of the bath or else there was a danger she might fall asleep and drown! Well, I suppose it wouldn't be such a bad way to go, she mused as she dried herself and put her robe on. When she opened the bathroom door a cloud of steam filled her bedroom and, as she headed towards her dresser to retrieve a pair of shorts and a t-shirt to change into she paused in shock. There, on the back of her bedroom door was the most beautiful dress she had ever seen. It was an floor length A-line skirt with a strapless fitted bodice in sapphire blue satin. It had a split down the side up to mid thigh and the bodice was covered with tiny diamante jewels that sparkled like diamonds. Below the dress on the floor were a pair of silver Jimmy Choos with crystals along the straps and tiny blue crystals dangling from the criss-cross straps across the top of the foot. The dress had a note attached to it.
Wear me:D
(Don't worry, I'm not taking you to a dinner dance)
Realising that Jack must still be here Sam set the land speed record for the fastest dressing into a gown and had her hair and make-up finished within fifteen minutes flat. Sometimes military efficiency came in handy. Before opening her bedroom door Sam took a moment to compose herself. Taking a deep breath, she prepared herself for whatever might be on the other side of the door. Don't screw this up, Sam, she told herself, just wait to hear what he has to say first. Deciding it was now or never Sam slowly opened the door and peered around it. The hallway was empty but she could hear the faint sound of music playing down the hall. Lifting up her dress to her ankles
as she walked, Sam entered her dining room to find the table covered with a silk tablecloth and a candle with two place settings. No sign of the mysterious stranger.
"Carter, whatcha doin'?" came a voice from behind her and she instantly spun on her heels to find herself face to face with one extremely handsome Brigadier General in full dress blues. Even in 4" heels Jack was still taller than her by about an inch or so. Sam stiffened.
"Sir?" she said with a puzzled look on her face. For a moment Jack looked confused until she gestured to his uniform.
"Oh! Right, urm…" he stepped a few inches closer to her so that she could hear him whisper, "I just wanted to let you know that this," he said gently tugging at his lapel, "is no longer the one and only thing that's stopped me from showing you how I feel." Yet somehow she still looked confused. "Oh, for crying out loud, …Sam, the frat regs are no longer applicable to you and I." A slow, bashful smile spread across her face. "Sam, would you do me the honour of joining me for dinner?" The smile turned into a fully fledged grin.
"As long as it's not one of your beer omelettes, I'd love you!" Both Sam and Jack's eyes went wide as the reality of what she'd just let slip set in. Blushing furiously Sam corrected herself. "I mean, to! I'd love to." Jack stared at the floor and gestured for her to follow him to the table. He pulled out her chair and she quietly thanked him before he headed for the kitchen. As he got to the door he turned and said
"Me too, Sam but I think I already mentioned that."
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Over dinner they chatted about Washington, the new General, the rest of SG-1 and other little things. By the time they had reached dessert Jack knew the name of Sam's senior year prom date and Sam had learned all about Jack's less than smooth attempt at seducing his 2nd grade teacher!
"You gave her your sister's prom corsage?" Jack grimaced
"What? It was the only thing close to a bunch of flowers I could find!"
"Well, I'd say you learnt your lesson based on tonight's effort." That made him pause. "I don't even wanna think about how expensive those roses must have been, not to mention the champagne and the outfit!" Jack smiled awkwardly.
"Worth every cent, Carter." She blushed furiously at the way his eyes lingered a little too long on hers.
"Coffee?" He said as he got up to head to the kitchen but as he went to walk away, Sam gripped his arm to stop him from leaving and stood as he turned back towards her. She searched his eyes, asking an unspoken question and before she received the answer her lips were gently brushing his. The contact only lasted for a few moments before he pulled back in shock. Mistaking his retreat as a sign that she had crossed the line too far, too soon, Sam began to apologise. She was, however, cut off by the sensation of Jack's lips on hers. Suddenly the world seemed to shift as the ground disappeared beneath her feet and she reached out and grabbed a fistful of Jack's shirt as she wrapped her other arm around his neck as she realized he'd dipped her. Wow, déjà vu! She thought, momentarily wondering why the heck she recalled a kiss that had never happened before being lost in the feeling of his lips. As the kiss came to an end they were both breathing hard.
"Wow!" exclaimed Sam, "That was…wow! I don't recall it feeling that good!" Jack's head shot up.
"What!"
"I, urm, had the strangest feeling of déjà vu when you, urm, dipped me." Jack suddenly found his boots very interesting. Sam eyed him suspiciously. "Jack?"
"What?" he asked innocently.
"Nah-ah, I know you too well, Jack O'Neill! What did I miss?" The game's up, he realized, he couldn't lie to her.
"Urm, well, do you remember the time loop thing a few years ago?" Receiving nothing but a curious glare he continued. "Well, I, urm, took a few loops off. Rode a bike through the base, messed about with a clay wheel, played golf through the 'gate, ya know, that sort of thing." Her eyebrow was now raised a la Teal'c. "Yeah, yeah, I know. So, anyway, one loop Daniel suggested the no consequences thing and so I, urm, sorta resigned and kissed you." Sam's eyebrows were through the roof by now. "In the control room. In front of George." Sam just stared in shock. "Say something, please. Even if you just hit me."
"You did… that in front of General Hammond!" Jack winced.
"And a few SFs and eggheads." Expecting to be maimed by the woman in front of him, Jack was pleasantly surprised when there was no contact from her fist. Instead Sam just smiled. And then grinned.
"And how did he take it?"
" What could he do? I'd resigned! Besides the loop happened just as I dipped you so I didn't have time to hear him yell." Sam laughed. "You should have seen the look on his face though, it was priceless! I don't think he knew whether to scream at me or congratulate me that you kissed me back!"
"I did, did I?" Jack's smile turned into what Sam liked to categorize as 'smug bastard smirk #3'
"Oh, yeah!" Sam melted at that smug grin. Any resolve she might have had left was gone in an instant as she threw herself into his arms and didn't retreat until she was sure he was hypoxic. This time it was Jack's turn to be speechless.
"Wow!" he muttered to himself as he stared at Sam.
"I just realized that I didn't get you anything for Valentine's day!" Jack was about to protest when Sam leaned in until they were millimeters apart and whispered, looking straight into his eyes, "I'm sure I can think of something." Sam took his hand and silenced his protests with a finger to his lips. "Yes, I'm sure. I love you, Jack O'Neill." Jack smiled a genuinely contented smile, something he'd not done since Charlie was born.
"For the record, I love you too, Samantha Carter. Since the day we met and I will 'til the day I die." Sam drew him towards her as they made their way down the hall, passing the alphabetized bookcase as they went.
"Sounds good enough for me!" and then after a beat, "And you alphabetize your roses too!"
"I wouldn't have it any other way!" Jack said as he followed her into her bedroom and closed the door behind them.
A/N: Well, you asked, I supplied! I have to confess that I stole the grin thing from Aussie's AMAZING fic 'Matchmaker'. Read it, it's fab! Here's the link:
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