A/N: This one is definitely rated M as Carter and Vern renew their relationship from ten years ago. Jack's angry at Vern, but not for long. Janet gets involved in Carter's sex life, vicariously. "Young Guns" will have how the relationship started. People may get mad at me for not doing that story first. Too bad. As for the campers, well, not this chapter. At this rate, it may be a two parter. This is really turning out to be a novel exercise, pun intended. Rated M for sex, so be warned as they dive in!
A/N 2: I may change the title of this story due to the plot developments, but it will have the campers.
Chapter 11
Sam was just as anxious as Jack was, but for different reasons. She was excited that Vern was here, certainly. However, eight years with Jack as her team leader and friend had her divided. Sam loved having Jack around and it showed. He kept her safe and sheltered when she was in pain. He also protected her from suffering too much, and when she did, Jack turned into a bear with a very bad temper. Sam loved that about Jack.
Now that Vern was here, though, Sam was having a hard time sorting out her feelings. Vern was the first person that brought out both the maternal instinct and the animal lust that was in her. The ten months that she had spent with Vern were the best in her life until she met Jack. Finding out that the two men in her life were related was a shock to her system, though.
Sam felt good with Jack, even though she couldn't share her feelings outwardly with him. Alien devices aside, Sam had to admit that Jack looked good with her. The regs were in the way of them pursuing what they felt for each other. Thankfully, the President recognized that and waived the regs for them.
Sam was thinking about how Vern changed that when they entered the truck dealership's parking lot. Normally at this time of night, it would be closed. However, Jack must have told the manager they were coming because the lights were on. She put her car in park and got out as Jack was lowering the ramp for Vern.
"Does the manager know we're here?", she asked.
"Yup. Here he comes." Jack said.
The manager turned out to be a stocky guy who lived for trucks. Crew cut black hair and a slight paunch that could've been from beer or too much stress or both. He seemed to know my needs right away without asking. But...
"Hello, Colonel O'Neill," Willie said, smiling. "What can I do for you?", he asked.
"Sorry about keeping you open this late, Willie." Jack said apologetically.
"Not a problem," he said.
"This is Major Samantha Carter and Colonel Vernon McFadden, Willie." Jack said, making the proper introductions. "You know the modifications you made for my truck?"
"Hello, Colonel, Major." Willie nodded to us. We nodded back. "Yes?", he asked.
"Sam needs a truck with the same modifications, Willie." Jack said.
"With enough room for me to take a seat in the truck." I added, grinning at Sam.
"What?" Jack asked.
"My butt gets sore sitting in this thing, Jack. I need a way to sit in the passenger seat. In case you hadn't noticed, my body is changing slightly." I said pointedly.
Sam came up behind me to calm me down. "Jack, he's right. I know him too well not to protect him.", she said.
"It's OK, Major Carter. I think I have just the truck." Willie said. "What color would you like it in?", he asked.
"Sky blue, like my eyes." Sam said, leaning down to look me right in the eyes.
"Excellent choice, Sam." I muttered in her ear, stealing a kiss on the cheek and a blow on her sweet spot. That got her attention.
"Sky blue, extra tall cab for transfers, ramp and locks for the chair, transfer assist in case of falls coming up for you. It'll take about 10 minutes to do." Willie said. "In the meantime, let's go inside to sign the lease.", he added.
"OK. What about my car?" Sam asked, as we walked into the dealership.
"Do you want to leave it here or keep it?" Willie asked.
"I'd like to keep it." Sam said.
"I'll have one of our outfitters drive it to Jack's house and he can drive it to your place." Willie said.
"Perfect." Sam said. "Jack, drop by tomorrow night and we'll have dinner for the five of us.", she added to Jack.
"Five?" Jack asked.
"Janet and Cassandra, I presume. Right, sweetie?" I asked.
"Yup." Sam said, kissing me on the head.
"Oh." Jack said.
Fifteen minutes later, the lease was signed. Sam secured the chair in place, while Willie showed me how the transfer assist worked. It turned out that the assist could put me in the driver's seat, if necessary. I set it so that Sam and could cuddle while she drove. The assist could be moved at any time, in case of trouble.
Jack got into his truck and Howie, the outfitter of our new truck, drove Sam's car. Sam got into the truck and waved a thank you to Willie as we left the dealership. My cell rang, and it was Jack.
"See you tomorrow morning, you sex maniac. Don't stay up too late tonight.", he said a bit angrily. Jack was known for holding a grudge. I just hoped he wouldn't hold one on me for stealing his 2IC.
"We won't, Jack. Calm down, will you? I don't want this to affect our work." I said.
"As long as you take care of her, I have no problem." Jack said.
"Yes, uncle. See you in the morning." I hung up.
"Something wrong?" Sam asked as I laid my head on her shoulder, causing her to put an arm around me.
"Just Jack being his usual overprotective self. I think he was actually looking forward to being alone with you. Now that I'm here, he won't have that time with you. He's upset and hurt, but he'll get over it." I explained.
"Why?" Sam asked.
"Because not only will you be his 2IC, I intend to make you a niece-in-law to him. In which case, you'll be family. I know how personal Jack takes his teammates' safety, Sam. Just wait and see how personal he takes his family's safety." I said.
"I'd kiss you, but I'm driving." Sam said.
"Save it for later when we're in the shower and in bed, sweetheart." I said, burying my head in her chest.
"We're almost there." Sam said, breathing a little harder.
"Good, because I don't know how much longer I'm going to last." I said. Man, I wanted her badly. Scratch that, I needed her badly. Ten years was a long time to wait. Surely, I could wait two more minutes. To distract myself, I started transferring myself to the chair. By the time we got to Sam's house, I was in the chair ready to get into the house.
Sam parked the truck in the garage and got me out of the truck and into the house in record time. "Uh, Sam?" I asked when she closed the door.
"Yeah?"
"What do you want to do first, make love or shower?" I asked.
That stopped her train of thought. "Good point," she said.
After we showered, I asked Sam to dress up. I was ready for her, but after ten years I wasn't about to jump her right there and then. As much as I wanted to do that, it would be much more satisfying for both of us this way. I parked my chair next to her bed so I could transfer into it while Sam went to the guest room to dress.
I dressed in a simple t-shirt amd boxers with sweats. I could have gone all out with the tux, but we weren't dancing. Maybe next time, but for now this was our first encounter since that fateful night ten years ago:
Back then, we were what I called 'young gun aces' due to our exceptional skills in the cockpit of the F-16s that we flew. Carter was the experienced lieutenant and I was the young, sparky lieutenant at the time. She had just finished a training session when our CO, Colonel Hawkins, summoned her to his office at 1730. I was in our room at the barracks getting ready for my flight test run in the morning, so I didn't know what was going on.
It was time for chow, 1900, when she came in with our food. Carter always knew what I liked ever since I put her through a crash course of Advanced Thermonuclear Reactions: Wormhole Physics When Affected By Solar Flares in our second "date". That was the topic that I used for my Doctoral thesis paper in only my fourth year at the Academy.
Suffice to say, I shattered her records in terms of smarts at the Academy. Combine that with the fact that we worked well together and we both had an extremely competitive nature and a pretty steady romance was developing. So much so that our CO bunked us together and labeled us 'the next Mr. And Mrs. Einstein.'
That decision effectively nixed the frat regs for us in case we were promoted and in the same chain of command. He made sure that we weren't treated differently from the rest of the squad. Most importantly, he knew we wouldn't let our personal feelings for each other get in the way of our duty.
It was this last thing that told me something was different. That and the time it took for Carter to get back to the barracks from shutting her plane down for the night. I knew she was finished with that by 1730, so Sam should have been in our room by 1745 because it took fifteen minutes to walk from the hangar to the barracks. When she didn't return then, I started to pace. It was something I did when anyone was late. With Sam, however, I went even further.
I would take a piece of paper and post it on the door. After that, I would start pacing with a pencil in my hand. For each round trip back and forth in the room, I would then mark the paper. Previously, Sam's high was 20. That meant she was 5 minutes late. This time, there were 360 marks on the paper. Crap, I thought, Carter's 90 minutes late.
Dinner was more extravagant than what we usually had on base. I asked Sam where she had gotten the food and drink, steak, potatoes, and green beans with apple pie and 2 bottles of whipped cream. She told me that Hawkins had given it to her with the message that my run scheduled for the next day had been changed to later in the week.
I asked the obvious question, but she wouldn't answer until we finished dinner. Carter went into the bathroom to change and she told me to do the same out here before we ate. It was at that time that it hit me. Sam was leaving the squad.
I changed into my tux in record time and waited for Sam to finish. I didn't have to wait long. She came out and the sight of her made three things happen at once. My jaw dropped, my knees went weak and I had a rock hard groin.
Sam was, in my opinion, more undressed than dressed. She had changed into a very short black skirt that enhanced her very long legs and stopped just below her upper thighs. It also had a neckline that dove right down to her chest, enhancing her every curve.
It took me a second to recognize Sam before my brain kicked in and I pulled out the chair for her to sit. After we ate, she revealed the reason for the formal dress. Sam was being transferred to the Pentagon to work on a top-secret program. Carter was to leave at 1000 the next day and Hawkins felt that me not being with her when she left would leave me devastated. So, he cleared my schedule for three days to get over it.
Sam loved me with all of her heart and it showed when she asked me to make love to her. The extra can of whipping cream came in handy. We made love for the rest of the night until we fell asleep at 0230. We woke at 0800 and I accompanied Carter until she left for her next post. Looking at her now, I couldn't believe I let her go like I did.
There was a knock on the bedroom door. "Vern, I'm ready," came Carter's voice.
I adjusted myself and moved the chair away from the bed as best I could before I said, "Come in."
The door opened and the vision that graced me was that of Carter in a tight, form fitting, and very short blue dress. I could feel my heart beat faster and my jaw drop as she came in. "Hi, honey." Sam said.
"Uh, wow.", was all I could say.
"Miss me?" Carter asked.
"Um, yes, I did." I said as I reached out to take her hand and guide her to the bed.
"How much did you miss me?", she asked, kissing me.
In response, I kissed her back. I opened her mouth with my tongue and proceeded to play dueling tongues with her as mine went all the way into her throat. After five minutes, I broke the kiss. "Does that answer your question?", I asked playfully.
"Oh, god, yes." Carter panted, trying to get her breath back. "Where'd you learn to do that?", she asked.
"I had a few dates after you left. One led to a nine month relationship with no sex. We kissed, but that was all it was. I told her that my first duty was to the squadron and that my heart belonged to the Air Force." I explained.
"I take it she didn't buy that explanation?" Sam asked.
"No. She poked and prodded me for info. I only told her that my heart belonged to another person." I said.
"What did she do?" Sam asked.
"She left. After that experience, I devoted the rest of my life to you. Fortunately, the squad was called to duty in Iraq the next day. I was a Major at that point and I had to fly most of the missions. The colonel led the squad in the war and I was his right-hand man for two years before the accident." I explained.
"Wow." Carter said. "What happened?", she asked.
"We had received intelligence that the Iraqi leader was spotted in a safe house in the Baghdad area. My mission was to take him out. Long story short, I flew over the area and destroyed the target. I was on my way back to base when an unseen surface-to-air missile depot shot me down and caused me to crash in the desert." I explained.
"Who rescued you?" Sam asked.
"Colonel Hawkins saw my plane go down. He destroyed the depot and radioed for help. He landed his plane 500 feet from the crash site. Hawkins came over and saw me unconcious and with a shattered pelvis. Again, long story short, we were airlifted to base where Hawkins called Cheyenne from the base phone. I was transferred and Fraiser performed the surgery." I explained
"Wow. What kept you going?" Sam asked.
"Thinking of seeing you. You were all I had left, as far as love and companionship went. I knew that George would want me at the base as soon as I was fully recovered. The therapists finally cleared me last week. George let Jack know and I arranged for Jack to pick me up. And the rest, as they say, is history. I hope I didn't surprise you too much." I finished.
"You didn't. I was surprised to see you at Jack's, sure, but as soon as I saw you the surprise turned to unresolved and untamed love and lust." Sam said, turning me on my back.
"Unresolved love and untamed lust?" I asked.
"Yup." Sam said.
"While Uncle Jack was there? I'm surprised you kept in check as much as you did."
"Jack was the reason I did." Sam said.
"Well, when you work closely with someone for eight years, I understand why you did." I said.
"Thank you." Sam said, kissing me soundly.
"You're welcome. I need to ask you a favor." I said, grimacing in pain.
"Are you all right?" Sam asked.
"Yeah. Three years and my legs still twinge after a transfer. I really was hoping that I had that under control." I said.
"Did you talk to Janet?" Sam asked.
"No. It's on my calendar for tomorrow, though." I said.
"Which means?" Sam asked.
"Go easy with me for tonight. I haven't done this in ten years plus the pain in my legs." I said.
"And after Janet checks you out?" Sam asked.
"You're to come to the Infirmary with me after our 'briefing' by George. I want you there. If Janet tries to throw you out..." I paused as I pulled out a box that I had purchased in Portland before leaving on the jet. "Stand up and close your eyes." I commanded before pulling out the box.
Sam shut her eyes tight as I repositioned myself into a kneeling position. After three minutes, I was ready for this life-changing moment. The candlelight was dancing around and playing a flickering tune as if waiting for the right moment. As I nodded, I whispered "You can open your eyes now."