Chapter 15: Escape And Evasion
Jack watched the doorway where Sam had disappeared. His control was slowly slipping. He knew that if he moved… breathed… he would jump up and run after her. And when he caught up to her, he was almost certain that he would push her up against the nearest wall and take her. His whole body hummed with the need to feel her… taste her… smell her.
But Jack couldn't… wouldn't... put her in that position. He slowly closed his eyes and fought to regain his control. He took slow deep breaths for a full minute before he finally heard Daniel trying to gain his attention.
"What?" Jack growled at his friend, venting some of his pent-up frustration.
"I don't know why I even bother to talk to you," Daniel huffed.
Jack just shrugged in response and ate the rest of his breakfast quickly.
"See what I mean, Teal'c? He just never listens to me," Daniel continued in a pained voice.
"Indeed. O'Neill is most adept at escaping your verbal dissertations," Teal'c replied.
Daniel frowned, "Teal'c…"
Teal'c immediately stood up, "I will see you later, Daniel Jackson. I am currently due to spar with the members of SG-13." Teal'c gave them both a short bow before walking out of the commissary.
Daniel turned his confused look back to Jack, "Did he just…?"
Jack abruptly stood up. He didn't have the right frame of mind to spar with Daniel. And there was a good chance that if he stayed, Daniel would ask him what was wrong. He wasn't ready to talk yet. He needed time to come to terms with his overwhelming lust for Sam before he could even think about talking to Daniel… if ever.
"Yeah, yeah," Jack replied absently. "See ya later, Daniel. I've got things to see, people to do…"
"But…" Daniel complained.
Jack couldn't hear the rest of his complaint as he hurried out the door and into the hall purposefully going in the opposite direction that Sam had taken. He wanted to see her so badly that he knew he couldn't.
Jack's mind chose that moment to flash back to breakfast and Sam's delicate mouth wrapped around the banana. He barely contained his scream of frustration and ducked into the nearest men's room. He stormed into an empty stall and quickly jerked off to the image. He barely had to stroke himself before he was coming… fast and hard. His mind blanking as the wave of pleasure and pain swept over him.
Jack slowly came back to himself as he leaned heavily against the back wall of the stall, his dick still in his hand.
"Fuck," Jack whispered quietly.
Shame and guilt flooded through him. Jack wanted to sob and cry, but his pride wouldn't let him. So he got angry. He raged against himself. But the feeling was too great to be contained and he began to repeatedly slam his elbow against the wall of the stall with a steady chant of, "fuck… fuck… fuck…"
Eventually, the flood of anger slowed and Jack stopped his assault. He cleaned himself up and stormed out of the bathroom and headed for his office.
Jack couldn't see her. He had to avoid her at all cost. He could maintain his control, as long as he didn't see her. Yup, that's what I'll do. Avoidance. It's a perfectly legitimate military strategy. They even have a term for it: Escape and Evasion.
Now, all I have to do is avoid Sam… on a small base… for the rest of my life.
"I am so fucked…" Jack sighed as he sat down behind his desk. Well, if they wouldn't let him leave, he could always drown himself in paperwork. Sam wouldn't think to disturb him while he was catching up on the dreaded paperwork. Hell, no one dared to bother him when he decided to inflict this kind of torture on himself. He slapped the intercom button, "Sergeant Zamora, bring me all the back files on the all open projects."
Jack rested his head in his hands and tried to regain his composure. Before long his Admin had the requested files in a large stack on his desk. Jack gave her a tentative smile, "I'll be catching up on these. Make sure I'm not disturbed. I don't plan on leaving the office."
"Yes, Sir," the young woman stated, before leaving Jack alone with his work.
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Jack succeeded in actively avoiding Sam for the rest of the week. He succeeded only because he barricaded himself in his office and spent his time delving into his paperwork. If he didn't understand the report, he Googled, Asked Jeeves, and used every search parameter his poor computer could handle to focus on it.
Jack's tactic was largely successful. The stacks of report grew shorter. He actually understood what Lt Hailey had been rambling on about earlier in the week and his libido had taken a temporary time out. Apparently, scientific technobabble wasn't the least bit arousing… at least in the abstract. He still had that one fantasy about Sam rambling on about quarks as he fucked her on the conference table. But, in general… technobabble without Sam was not arousing.
As a result, Jack was beginning to hope that he could… eventually… put the whole Aphrodite experience behind him and someday… in the distant future… he could work with Sam again. Or at least be in the same room with her without freaking out… like the only two times he did bump into Sam. Jack definitely preferred the Evasion part of his plan better than the Escape part.
However, Jack's great avoidance plan had three significant flaws. First, there was no bathroom in his office. And since his new office was on Level 19 and just a short walk from Sam's lab, he was faced with temptation every time he heard the call of nature. Which, due to an increased intake of coffee, was fairly often.
Second, after a week of meticulous reading and researching, the huge pile of paperwork was slowly dwindling to nothing. Jack had actually been debating whether or not the project leaders should submit daily reports rather than weekly ones, but SSgt Zamora nixed the idea.
Which brought up a parallel debate about when SSgt Zamora had gained veto power over her boss. Jack was almost certain it was when she refused to bring him an infirmary urinal in order to avoid the first flaw in his master plan, but he wasn't sure.
The third and final flaw in Jack's grand scheme was the weekly staff meeting. All project leaders were expected to submit their weekly reports and brief Jack about significant developments in their projects. Sam and Daniel had the option of just submitting a report because of their off-world rotations. However, they could opt to attend if the fancy struck them. And based on the fact that he had been avoiding Sam, he could almost ensure that at least Daniel would opt to attend. Maybe he could suggest that Hammond send them off-world every Monday… for that one hour… Yeah, he just might buy that…
On the bright side, the pile of paperwork would grow significantly on Monday's, gaining a temporary reprieve from flaw number two. But that worry could be delayed for another day.
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