le gasp! I never expected this to be so popular beams. Yes, I have been a very bad girl and I'm very mean to leave so many cliffhangers I'm dying with guilt, here. (Oooh, don't you just FEEL the sarcasm? I must be taking after Jack :P) Sorry for the long wait, folks!
Hope you enjoy :)
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Mornings and Love, part 6
It was a week later, and communication with Jack had reached rock-bottom. "Got samples, Major?" "Done?" "Good." "Movin' out, gear up."
Her responses weren't much better: "Yes sir." "Yes sir." "Yes sir." "Yes sir."
Sam sighed as she slipped on her vest. Buckles and zippers filled the empty room. The guys were about two minutes before her, and usually she would speed up a notch to catch them at the elevator, but at the speed she was going, they were easily going to get there without her. She was just too damned fed up with speed today.
The soldier in her was throwing a hissy fit at being so lazy, but Sam reasoned that they weren't due to ship out for a good fifteen minutes.
When she got into the gateroom, the Stargate had just begun spinning.
"Took you long enough, Carter," Jack said. His voice wasn't teasing, and he didn't have that "I win" smirk on his lips (and she wasn't sure if she should celebrate that or not).
"Sorry sir," she replied, quite surprised at his flat, emotionless tone.
"Make sure you get your butt here when everyone else does, Major," he snapped.
It was that irritable tone that breathed determination into her weary soul. "Yes sir," she said, her voice edgy as she tried not to be insubordinate.
"Good. Let's move out."
As they walked up the ramp, Sam made sure to stay behind Jack for some very good reasons. For one, she didn't want to piss him off further by cutting him off. Also, she wanted a good view of his ass, whether her fantasies were about kicking it down every corridor of the SGC or about…other, more intimate…things.
Sigh.
Mama said there would be days like this.
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"Carter, what're you doing?" Jack demanded.
"Um, just getting some samples of the –"
"Did I say you could?"
Sam blinked as he tore off his military-issued sunglasses. "Uh, sir –?"
"Carter, I asked you a question!"
Sam stiffened. "No, sir." God, those were only two words and it killed her to say them. What the hell was with him?
Her teammates were sporting similar thoughts through their expressions. "Uh, Jack, she always takes samples on missions," Daniel said.
"Indeed, O'Neill, she has never needed specific orders to do her duties in the past. Why does Major Carter need approval now?" Teal'c queried.
Jack's head snapped to the other half of the team. "Be–ca-suh I said so," he said through clenched teeth, drawling out the words.
Sam pointed out her chin, letting her expression harden to stoniness. There was no way she was going to let him know how much he was pissing her off.
On the second hand… her conscience pointed out, he did get rid of that gloomy mood of yours. You were getting started down a terrible path of depression before he dragged you back to the main road.
By being a pain in the ass? Sam wondered irritably.
"Hurry up, Carter, we don't have all day," said Jack in a frustrated, pissed-off voice.
"I'm awaiting my orders to finish collect–"
"Carter! Get the damned samples, already!"
Sam pursed her lips together, and bent over to do what he'd ordered, when he interrupted her process again by growling, "Didn't hear you say it, Carter."
Sam had been in the military long enough to know what Jack's "IT" was. She snapped back up so quickly a flash of pain went through her lower back. Trying not to grimace, she replied, "YES sir, Colonel O'Neill, SIR," with a sharp salute.
Jack's glare deepened dangerously as he returned the salute, looking like it killed him to do it. Sam held eye contact for as many seconds as she dared before turning and slowly sinking to the ground to collect her samples. As her back bent, she felt that flash of pain again, and a third time when she got up.
Colonel O'Neill went with Teal'c and told her and Daniel to catch up when, and she quote, "…when Carter's finally finished doing whatever."
Oooh, how his tone got under her skin! Sadness dulled the anger only slightly when she remember his kiss, his kisses! God, they'd been so sweet, so gentle, loving. Who the hell was this man and what did he do with her Jack!
"Soo…" Daniel said pointedly, prying for details.
Oh, yea, Mama said there'd be days like this.
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"I take it everything went well?" General Hammond asked lightly as SG-1 stepped through the 'Gate.
Murmurs of "Yes, General," and, "Yes, sir," filled the room.
"Alright," he said, frowning, probably at the sullen demeanor of the team. "Hit the showers, people, then the infirmary. Briefing at 1400 hours."
"Yes sir," Sam said, smiling gratefully. A cold shower would do good to calm her fiery anger.
"Yes sir," Jack said, stealing one last glare at Sam behind the General's back. Sam saw this, as she was probably meant to. The hurt and anger deepened. Make that several cold showers, Sam thought.
So this was what she got for…for what? For stopping him – them, from doing something that would land both their asses in –
Oh god. That was it.
Sam's anger fumed to twice its intensity. He was being a flippin', hard-assed moron because she'd rejected him? Which, by the way, she had not wanted to do.
"Well, it speaks volumes for his professionalism," Sam muttered.
Daniel turned to face her quizzically. "Huh?" he asked.
Daniel's question caused a ripple effect; not only did she have to deal with him, she had to come up with an excuse for Teal'c and Jack, who too stopped to face her for an answer.
"Nothing," she said shortly, brushing past the men of SG-1, accidentally bumping Jack on the way.
"Watch where you're going, Major," he snapped at her.
In a surprise attack, tears welled in her eyes without warning. Great, give him another reason to hate you, Sam thought.
Was this truly it? All the warmth, the flirting, the love? – gone?
Suddenly, "Mama said there'd be days like this," felt like an understatement.