A/N : For those of you practically begging for them to be cured…don't worry, we're getting there. Patience, young Jedis...oops, wrong storyline. And Teal'c's point of view will be coming up shortly.
Day 5 – am (no sun in sight yet, though)
They made the trip to Carter's quarters without seeing another body. It was, after all, still night shift and minimal staff was present. More significantly, however, was the fact that they made the trip without saying a word. Each was lost in their own thoughts.
"Carter…Sam…." Jack started as she closed the door behind them.
Sam held a finger up to her lips and signaled for Jack for remain near the doorway. Walking over to her computer, she sat down and started to enter a program.
A moment later she stood up.
"Okay…we're good." She said, grinning mischievously.
"What did you do?" Jack asked.
"Hacked into the camera feed. Right now, security is getting a lovely movie of me getting ready for bed."
"You did what?" Jack feigned shock. "Wait a sec here, Carter. If you can hack into the feed…ummm…you haven't...by any chance...hacked into my signal?"
The mischievous grin grew wider.
"Don't worry, sir." Sam chuckled. "I won't tell anyone about the teddy bear stashed away in your desk."
"Hey! It's not a teddy bear!" Jack protested. "It's a souvenir."
"Yes, sir. We all like to stroke and cuddle with souvenirs." Sam rolled her eyes playfully.
"Well, I would much rather stroke and cuddle something else, but apparently she was too busy hacking into my camera feed." Jack shot back.
"Now's your chance…sir…Jack."
"You know," Jack paused, giving an idea some serious thought. "I like the sound of that…sir Jack."
Sam stalked closer.
"Shall I pay homage to you, Sir Jack?"
"Oh, by all means…go wild…go crazy…"
"In that case, we'll need some background noise." Sam leaned over and turned on the radio.
Jack stopped at the song playing. He winced at the words.
How damnably ironic!
"Sounds like they're playing our song." He mused.
….Forgive me if I seem outta line
Then she whipped out her gun
And tried to blow me away
Dude looks like a lady
Dude looks like a lady
"Remember when I was taken over by the alien computer, sir?" Sam asked softly, leading Jack over to her bunk.
He nodded.
"You shot me…or rather my body…knowing that I would rather die than be held hostage like that. I never asked how you felt." She ran her thumb around Jack's delicate wrist.
Jack sighed.
"I never…never…want to have to go through that again." He grinned. "Although, knowing our team, we will…"
Sam laughed softly.
"But it shows that you know me…Jack…"
…love put me wise to her love in disguise
She had the body of a Venus
Lord imagine my surprise
Dude looks like a lady
Dude looks like a lady
"You are very attractive and beautiful, Jack O'Neill" Sam whispered.
He shivered. Part of him wanted to believe that if they crossed the line that they had steadfastly drawn between themselves for the past few years now, it wouldn't matter once a cure was found. But part of him wanted more…wanted this to mean something. He didn't want to listen to Jacob's advice and get this…get Sam…out of his system. He wanted Sam in his system.
Baby let me follow you down
Do me do me do me all night
Sam's lips touched Jack's and all thoughts of rules and regs and systems and careers and gender issues went out the door. She slid her hands up under the sweet tank top number and pulled it over Jack's head. Before she could think, Jack's hands were removing the BDU jacket and the t-shirt shortly followed.
They stared at each other. Each knowing, in the back of their minds, that they were staring at the body of the sex they weren't attracted to, but also each was comfortable knowing that this was someone they wanted to be with.
"Now what?" Jack whispered. "I know what I would normally do here, but…"
Sam smiled gently and leaned down to do what Jack would have normally done.
Oooh…what a funky lady
Oooh…she like it like it like it that
Jack moaned and started to squirm.
Sam smiled against Jack's flesh and pulled him in closer. Jack's hands grabbed at Sam's broad shoulders.
Oooh…he was a lady
Yewo…wak ak ak ak aow
Jack inwardly gave thanks for the radio covering the sounds he was making. These feelings...sensations...were a lot different than what he was used to as a man.
Dear god…what is Sam doing!...not complaining though...nope...no way...oh yeah!...
Jack arched into the intimate touch.
"Too much clothing." Sam mumbled from her position.
"Don't talk with your mouth full." Jack chided, as his hands started to play with Sam's belt buckle.
General Hammond looked up to see Jacob standing in the doorway of his office.
"Something on your mind, Jacob?" He asked gently.
"I bumped into Jack and told him and Sam to work it out…get it out of their systems." Jacob said, plopping himself down in a chair. "What have I done?"
George smiled.
"With those two, it could mean almost anything. Arm wrestling. Shooting contest. Yo-yo'ing at ten paces."
"George…I'm not completely blind. Although, as Sam's father, I wish I was sometimes."
The General pulled out the decanter – thankfully refilled by Walter – and poured each man a glass. They toasted each other in the air before sipping.
"I don't think anyone is blind to those two." George remarked. "But some of us choose to be. They've saved our butts and countless other butts so many times that I'm willing to look the other way…as long as it's not shoved into my face."
"How do you think they'll work this out?" Jacob asked worried.
"Don't know. Don't care…as long as neither of them ends up in the infirmary." George remarked. "I just want my team back."
"Speaking of which, if they are stuck like this what are the chances that they'll remain SG-1?"
George took another sip, declining to answer.
"That's what I thought." Jacob responded unhappily.
Jack stirred on the bunk to the feeling of being nuzzled and immediately noticed something moving slowly down his side.
"That had better be your hand, Carter, and not a Replicator bug." He said.
"No worries, sir." Sam grinned into Jack's hair as her hand found something to play with just south of Jack's navel. Jack squirmed and pushed himself back into Sam's body.
"Hey…lookie what I found!" Jack laughed as his derriere arched further back.
"Two can play at that game!" Sam declared, flipping Jack over to face her.
"That a challenge, Carter?" Jack taunted.
"Why? You up for another lesson in angles of approach?" Sam returned fire.
"Bah, Carter." Jack rolled his eyes. "That lesson was like basic training…easy. Let's try something more advanced."
Jack pushed Carter back and straddled her.
"Ooh…inverse angles!" Sam declared. "Aren't you adventuresome?"
"Can we not bring math and work into bed?" He mockingly complained.
"Most people don't allow crackers and cookies…leave it to you to be different."
"Yeah, well, I'm worried you'll start to think…and I've declared this bed a no-thinking zone."
"Sir, has anyone ever told you that you talk too much?"
Jack's eyes widened innocently.
"Really? That's why we're so good together. You think. I talk."
"I can think of something else we do pretty good together that doesn't involve thinking or talking." Sam replied, rolling her hips.
Jack grinned, repositioning him against Sam.
"Yeah…we didn't do too badly the first time around…"
"Jack…you're talking again…"
"Sorry…"
"Mmm…hmmm….oh wow…Jack…."
A crew man was passing Sam's quarters and heard the music blaring Alicia Key's "A Woman's Worth"
Cause a real man, knows a real woman when he sees her
And a real woman knows a real man ain't afraid to please her
And a real woman knows a real man always comes first
And a real man just can't deny a woman's worth
He stopped outside Major Carter's door to listen to the song and enjoy a brief moment of the outside life within SGC's walls.
Whipping his head up at the sounds, however, coming from within her quarters that were definitely not part of the song, the crewman quickly resumed his trek down the corridor…albeit a little faster.
"Ummm…Carter..."
"My bed, Jack…can you call me Sam? Or else I'm going to have more of a personality conflict than I already have."
"Okay…ummm…Sam?"
"Uh huh."
"How did you know…umm…how to use…I mean, where to go…errrr…."
"Jack, I remember exactly what I wanted as a woman. The least I could do was give you that."
"Wow." Jack sighed.
"Yeah…wow. Now I understand why so many men have a certain problem."
"Problem?" The bunk creaked as Jack propped himself up on an elbow to look at Sam. "What problem?"
"You know…problem." Sam said slowly. "…Arriving early?"
Jack frowned.
"Who are these men? How do you know them? Why do you say it's their problem? Maybe you're the cause."
"Jack…" Sam sighed gently in mild frustration.
"I mean, if you weren't so damned beautiful and intelligent and funny…maybe they're worried they'll wake up and find out you were a dream. Granted…a really good dream…a 'the-sheets-need-changing' kind of dream."
"Jack!" Sam glared at Jack. "Can't you find something else to do with that mouth?"
"Such as?"
"Well, if I was you, I know what I would do…"
"Oh." Jack paused, a little startled.
If Sam could show you what she wanted as a woman, the least you can do is return the favour, O'Neill.
Having had to return past Major Carter's quarters again, the crewman slowed down to see if he could catch a bit more of the radio.
"Holy...!"
"Oh yeah!...right there!"
"Where did you learn that!"
"I didn't know you had a mole there!"
The poor crewman picked up up his pace again...somethings were better left off unknown in his opinion.