Title: Unspoken
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Characters: Jack O'Neill, Samantha Carter
Pairings: SJ
Rating: M
Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Friendship
A/N: I appreciate Jack may be a bit OOC while looking out for Sam on the mission and that Sam might be a little OOC whilst on the mission, but this is their first mission after losing Daniel and with what they have to deal with offworld in this fic, well, I'd imagine it would be a bit raw and fresh for them. That being said, I think it's a true enough reflection on their characters. Sam has been known to get emotional on particularly difficult missions and I find Jack to be fiercely over protective of his team.
Mistakes are mine.. However ENJOY! :) and please feel free to leave a review :)
Summary: With Daniel recently ascended and after returning from a particularly gruelling mission, she needed it just as much as he did. Just one night to make them remember that they were alive and not everything was wrong with the universe.
Unspoken
It had been a hard mission. SG1 had shipped out just seven hours ago – their first mission since Daniel's ascension. The Tok'ra arrived with an objective for SG1, to make contact with an operative that had been living with a colony of humans. It was meant to be an easy, simple, open-shut mission that would give SG1 the spur they needed to carry on without Daniel and for them to realise they could carry on without him and eventually replace the archaeologist, not that it was what they wanted.
They gated easily enough and once they were on the other side, they set off with a cautious optimism.
What they didn't bank on was stumbling across a civilisation reeking of decay. Nothing could have prepared them for the devastation they saw.
Bodies. Bodies everywhere.
With their weapons raised and their jokes forgotten, they trawled through the village at a snail's pace. Jack had taken the western side, while Sam and Teal'c took the east. Sam turned the corner of a hut slowly to walk into it.
The table was set for what looked like a family dinner, what looked like children's toys were strewn across the floor and all around her was an eerie stillness. Something so simple and happy, ruined.
Sam felt a lump rise in her throat as Teal'c signalled for them to leave. They stepped back out to move onto the next hut – or what was left of it – to find more of the same. Only this time, the people who lived in this hut didn't make it to somewhere they considered safe.
In the sleeping area of the hut, a man crouched over a woman and a child no older than a year old. The three had what looked to be staff weapon wounds – all of them lethal. Sam closed her eyes; she could hear the echoes of screams tainting the air around them.
"It appears a Goa'uld is responsible for this." said Teal'c softly.
Sam opened her eyes and gave a nod of agreement. "Nirrti?"
"I cannot be sure. It is possible."
Sam shook her head and left the remnants of the hut. The sun had just hit her when she bent over double and heaved. Teal'c met her outside and rest a palm on her back in a comforting gesture. Not that it provided a lot.
After a moment, Sam straightened herself up and looked at Teal'c, tears in her eyes. "How could they do this?" She was no fool, every Goa'uld she had had the misfortune of meeting was an arrogant, sadistic, power-tripping beast – Teal'c had told them of how high ranking Goa'ulds had attacked villages like this for no reason at all, other than it gave them pleasure. But still, seeing what they were truly capable of sickened her.
"They may have discovered the Tok'ra operative, Major Carter." said Teal'c, he sounded sad – something Sam had never heard before.
Sam was about to reply when their radios played static.
"I'm done here." sounded Jack's voice. "Any survivors your end?"
"No, Sir."
"Come back, I'll meet you at the village entrance."
"Yes, Sir."
The two began to walk back the way they came. Sam kept her eyes on what was ahead of her, she didn't want to see another corpse with horror twisted onto their faces.
Teal'c and Sam walked silently, but as they grew closer to the beginning of the village, Sam stopped.
Sensing the woman had halted her walk, Teal'c did aswell. "Major Carter?"
"Please don't tell the Colonel what happened back there. It's the last thing he needs to hear after, well you know."
Teal'c bowed his head slightly and rest a hand on the blonde's shoulder. "You have my word, Samantha. However, I do not believe he would think any less of you if he were to know."
"Thank you, Teal'c."
The two walked a little further and met the other member of their team.
"I believe this was a Goa'uld attack." said Teal'c. "We found evidence of staff weapons."
Jack nodded slowly. "They were looking for the Tok'ra."
Teal'c bowed his head. "I have seen the Goa'uld do this before. In their search for an enemy, they will not hesitate to retrieve them, no matter the cost."
Jack took his hat off and ran a hand through his hair. "I hate those sons of bitches."
"Sir, we need to bury them." said Sam, her voice strained. "Or do something. We can't leave them like this."
"Agreed." said Jack, putting his cap back on his head. "It'd take too long to dig-"
"We could burn them." offered Teal'c quietly. "In Jaffa culture-"
"That's what we will do." said Jack, patting Teal'c's arm. "Carter, I want you to head back to the gate, tell Hammond what's going on."
"Sir?"
Jack looked at his 2iC, a look on his face that left no room for argument.
"Let Hammond know so he can get word to the Tok'ra. Then make your way back here. Stay in radio contact."
Sam bowed her head. "Yes, Sir."
Jack and Teal'c watched as Sam began to walk away until she was just a speck in the distance. Jack could tell from the way that she was walking that she was deep in thought, still processing what she had just seen.
"O'Neill."
"She doesn't need to be around for this. Not after everything with Daniel." Jack sniffed, cleared his throat and turned on his heel. He knew that at some point in her career, Sam had come across something like this, but it still didn't quash the need he felt to protect her as much as he could.
Teal'c studied the colonel for what seemed like an age before he bowed his head and followed him further into the village.
By the time Sam had returned to the village. Jack was stood outside what appeared to be a communal hut. It was a lot bigger than the others and Sam quickly realised why her leader was stood outside it.
"Carter?"
"General Hammond is aware, Sir." Sam looked at Jack pointedly, "Where's Teal'c?"
"He's doing one last sweep."
"Right."
An overwhelming silence descended over the two as they waited for the Jaffa to return. Both of them lost in their own worlds. When Teal'c returned, something bright caught Jack's eye.
"Teal'c?"
Teal'c caught up to them. "That is everyone. I could not find any others." he reported before he threw what looked to be a Jaffa breastplate onto the floor. He regarded it with great disgust. "I located this piece of armour, O'Neill."
Jack rouched and studied the symbol carefully. "Is that from a Horus guard?"
"So, not Apophis?" commented Sam
"No, Heru'ur." supplied Teal'c.
"There didn't happen to be a body with that thing, Teal'c?"
"No, there was not, O'Neill."
"Shame." he muttered venomously.
Jack turned to look at the hut. Reaching up to one of his pockets, he pulled a lighter out of his vest. He walked over to the hut and crouched by the entrance. He flicked his lighter and set the flame on the hut. Once the flame caught and was burning steadily, he reached over to do the same to the other side.
He stood upright and moved to be in line with his team. After a few moments, the hut was ablaze, black smoke rising towards the sky. The three stood there, completely quiet and completely transfixed. It wasn't until Jack caught Sam's eyes turning glassy that he ordered them to move out.
"Let's go."
As soon as they ambled down the ramp and were cleared after their post-mission physical, General Hammond softly suggested to the programme's flagship team to take a few days. It was a suggestion Jack was only too happy to accept and one the rest of his team were grateful to receive.
Sam, Jack and Teal'c stood as General Hammond left the room. The human members of SG-1 nodded at Teal'c as the silent Jaffa inclined his head to them before leaving them alone. Sam and Jack remained in the conference room, standing behind their chairs. It wasn't until Jack clear his throat that Sam snapped out of her reverie.
"Sir?"
"There's plenty of liquor and room at mine. I'll leave the light on." he said quietly, before walking away. Sam watched his retreating form, confusion and sorrow on her face. A brief moment of hesitation flittered through her body, before she quickly righted herself with a determined nod.
Sam stood on Jack's porch at precisely ten minutes to midnight. She had thought ahead and had got more supplies for what she knew would be a difficult evening. Her arms were laden with food and more alcohol, with an overnight bag slung over her shoulder for good measure. When Jack had invited her over, she had immediately gone to find Teal'c and tried to extend the invitation to him. She had been confused when the Jaffa refused, but understood as the stoic warrior confessed he would prefer to spend the night on base. Usually, Sam would have found herself wanting the same as her teammate, the need to be left alone to deal with what was needed, but as Jack had invited her over, she couldn't help but feel it was a request she needed to comply with.
As the blonde was silently contemplating how to knock on Jack's door with her hands full, it swung open. The colonel stood aside to let the astrophysicist into his home, a tumbler of whisky in his hand. He closed the door behind her and made their way through to the living room.
Sam quickly found the kitchen and with Jack's help, she had put the supplies away. The silver haired colonel offered her a beer, before retreating back to the living room. She took it and sipped it gratefully. She followed him back into the living room and sat on the sofa.
It was then that it occurred to Sam that she had not spoken since they had returned and she could tell it had been the same for the man beside her.
How could they speak when so many voices had been stolen? What could they talk about to null what they had seen?
Sam closed her eyes, an overwhelming sadness washing over her when she felt a strong hand rest on her knee, the skin left uncovered as her skirt had ridden up her thighs when she sat down. She opened them to see Jack looking at her with a warm expression. His dark eyes rest upon her and she felt his warmth and compassion. She looked at him, warmth in her own expression. They had been through hell and back together, especially over the last few weeks, but as she looked at her teammate, she knew one thing.
He was someone that she could trust.
Sam felt Jack's hand move further up her thigh and her breath caught in the back of her throat. He deposited his bottle on the coffee table in front of him, before twisting himself so he could reach over and begin to caress the nape of her neck with calloused fingers. She looked at him, the question of a potential court martial threatening to spill over her lips.
"No-one needs to know, Sam. It won't leave the room."
At that, Sam nodded, deposited her bottle next to his, and leant into his touch. Jack's fingers moved to caress Sam's short locks, while his other hand moved to caress the skin on display at the small of her back. Sam sighed gently before she felt herself being pulled towards the colonel.
The two shared eye contact for a brief moment before Jack pulled Sam to rest atop of him before he raised his head to meet Sam's. He threaded his fingers through her short, blonde locks as he kissed her deeply. Sam wrapped her arms around Jack and lost herself in his kiss. Jack's hands moved to skims her sides, his fingertips brushing against her breasts, prompting a moan from the major.
Using that to his advantage, Jack deepened the kiss and groaned when Sam opened up further to allow his tongue to caress the inside of her mouth. The colonel pulled her impossibly closer, the soft swell of her chest flush against his.
Sam pulled back, breathing hard as she drew in the oxygen she so desperately needed. Chocolate eyes met cerulean and a small smile was shared between the two.
"What do you say we move this upstairs?" asked Jack, his voice husky.
At that, Sam nodded shyly and moved to get off Jack, smiling as he placed steadying hands on her hips. Once she was steady on her feet, Jack got up from the sofa, ignoring the pop of his knees as he righted himself. He offered his hand to Sam and she accepted it with a small smile. He pulled her close to him before leading them towards the stairs.
In any other circumstance, Jack would have bounded up the stairs two at a time. However, it was not the time. Tonight was about comfort and healing. It was something they both needed.
He opened the door to his bedroom and allowed Sam to step in first. The blonde took in Jack's bedroom before looking at the man beside her. She wrapped her arms around herself, making Jack sigh softly and walk forward. He took her hands, unravelling her barrier and pulled her in for a kiss.
Sam's eyes closed and as she did, she felt Jack's arms wrap around her, before his hands skimmed down her sides to rest on her hips. She opened her eyes and rest her forehead on Jack's cheek, pressing feather light kisses to his neck as Jack busied himself with the zipper on her skirt.
Jack pulled the zipper down and pulled his hands back up to her hips. Calloused digits caressed the skin underneath the waist of the skirt, making the major shudder. Jack pressed a kiss to Sam's temple. "You know, you don't have to say yes to this." he reminded her softly, his lips not leaving her temple.
"I think we all need this. After everything."
Jack smiled against her hairline and held her close. "Yeah, we do."
At that, Jack pushed the skirt down, watching as the material fell down, revealing a pair of long, toned legs. With his hands still firmly on her hips, Jack moved Sam backwards until the backs of her knees hit the edge of his bed.
When Jack kept pushing her, Sam allowed herself to fall onto the bed, Jack's hold on her allowing her to fall gracefully. The colonel moved himself to sit at the foot of the bed and raised an eyebrow at his major when she looked at him with an amused expression.
His fingertips trailed down her legs and he came to stop at a shoed foot. He raised her foot and gently pulled the shoe from her foot. Once removed, he began to work out the knots in her feet, making Sam close her eyes and let out a sigh. Jack smiled and once he was satisfied the knots in her foot were gone, he moved to the other foot.
Sam observed Jack through half lidded eyes, his hands were working magic on her and he hadn't even touched her where she wanted yet. She tilted her head as she watched him lower her other foot to the bed and stand up. She bit her lower lip as she took in the colonel ridding himself of his shirt and pants, leaving him in just his boxers. Sam took a moment to appreciate the sight of his toned abs before he got back onto the bed to lay next to her once more.
He propped himself up on his elbow, looking down at Sam's face before he lowered his lips to hers. She met his kiss with as much enthusiasm as he did, both of their tongues exploring one another's mouth. Jack's hand began moving from her knee and as much as Jack adored the feeling of the blonde quivering with anticipation beneath him, his true reward was a moan as he cupped her between her legs.
Sam broke off the kiss with a moan as Jack began to use a long finger to toy with her clit over her underwear. Her sapphire eyes snapped open to look at Jack, her brow furrowed as her body took in the sensations he was producing with a single finger.
Jack watched Sam with an insatiable curiosity as his finger worked her covered clit, his eyes not leaving hers. As he applied a little more pressure, Sam whimpered and a slender hand moved to grasp at whatever she could reach.
Sam strained against Jack's ministrations, her hand clenching almost painfully around his wrist. "Sir, please!"
"There'll be none of that, Sam." said Jack, nuzzling the sweet spot behind her ear.
"Sorry." panted Sam softly. "Please, Jack."
Jack removed his hand from the apex of her thighs for just a second, before he slipped his hand beneath her panties, enjoying the moan that came from Sam when his hand touched her bare pussy. Sam's eyes closed as Jack found her clit and began to toy with it, her juices allowing his fingers to ghost over it with ease. She opened her eyes as she heard a moan from the colonel. Her eyes opened and she smiled at him as she caught sight of his clothed arousal, his cock creating quite the impressive tent.
"Jack." called Sam softly. The hand that wasn't wrapped around Jack's wrist found its way to his cock and she stroked the hardening length.
Jack groaned softly and pressed a kiss to Sam's waiting mouth, increasing the pressure on Sam's clit once his brain registered her hand on his cock.
Without removing his lips from hers, Jack moved to kneel next to the blonde and with his free hand, he began to tackle the buttons of her blouse. Once he managed to pop the last button, he brushed the fabric aside to reveal her torso, a half smirk on his face as he took in the sight of her writhing body as she squirmed against his touch.
Sam looked at Jack, pulled in deeper by the yearning in his eyes. A small wave of desire washed over her body and she could feel her body tightening like a coil as he guided her towards release. Her lips parted as she worked with Jack to get her body to orgasm. Jack bowed his head and pressed a kiss to the valley between Sam's breasts, a large hand coming up to caress one through the material of her bra.
Sam's head fell back to rest on Jack's pillows, her breathy moans like music to the colonel's ears. For the moment, she had abandoned her attention to Jack's cock as she felt a wave beginning to build. She reached out, clenching onto Jack's bare shoulder for support as her impending climax made itself apparent.
"Oh God." she choked out. Jack's hand had been replaced by his tongue on her covered breast, drawing patterns around her hardened nipple and his motions were beginning to become too much.
"I've got you." muttered Jack, his dark eyes on her before he wrapped his mouth around her breast, his tongue flicking her nipple.
Sam closed her eyes and with a long moan, she came. Jack slowed his touches and watched as Sam rode out her orgasm. She bit back a whimper as she moved the hand around Jack's wrist to rest upon Jack's fingers, stopping his movements. As she panted, she registered his darkened gaze on her. She turned her head, a light blush settling on her cheeks.
Jack pulled his hands from Sam's underwear and made a point of making eye contact with her, tucking a finger under her chin and turning her face towards his, as he put his fingers in his mouth to clean them. Sam's blush deepened as she took in Jack's intimate gesture.
"You okay?"
Sam nodded, before looking Jack's cock. "I'm sorry, I-"
"Don't apologise, Sam." said Jack. "We've got all night."
At that, Sam smiled. "Good."
Jack moved to straddle the blonde, smiling as she spread her legs to accommodate him. Sam bit back a moan as his cock brushed against the still sensitive bundle of nerves. Jack pulled Sam to sit up and felt his heart swell for the woman beneath him as she rest her forehead on his shoulder. He watched her as she reached behind her to undo her bra when Jack reached out to stop her. His hands took over and her nuzzled her temple as he removed the material covering her. He peeled the bra from the top of her body and groaned as he watched her breasts fall free from their confines.
He reached forwards to cup the soft flesh, his thumbs caressing her dusky pink nipples. Sam's eyes fluttered closed as she lost herself even further in his touch. She pulled her head back from his shoulder and studied his face as he massaged her breasts.
He raised his eyes from her chest to meet hers and he smiled at her. Keeping his hands on her body, his hands encased her shoulders and he pushed her back down, before his hands left a blazing trail down her torso to rest on her hips, his thumbs hooked into her panties.
He let out a steadying breath as he began to pull her underwear down, slowly revealing the rest of her body to him.
Once he divested her of the material, he took a moment to burn the sight beneath him into his memory. "You're breath taking, Sam." said Jack softly, drinking in the major's form.
Sam smiled. "So are you."
At that, Sam pushed Jack off of her, smiling at his momentary confusion before pulling at his boxers. With his cock sprung free, he moaned with relief. Sam lowered herself further and began to kiss its weeping head, making his eyes close and his hand bury itself in her short hair. Jack groaned again when Sam took him into her mouth.
Jack's eyes opened and he found himself transfixed at what Sam was doing. Unable to take his eyes from her, he watched as she worked his cock with her mouth. Her tongue trailing along the underside of his prick and her hand massaging his sack. He felt his hips move of their own accord, rising to meet her mouth with every movement. A familiar feeling gripped him as he felt his body tighten in all of the right places.
He moved his hand from Sam's hair and gripped her shoulder.
Sam stopped and pulled off of Jack, a wet sounding pop filling the room. "You okay?" Concern lacing her amorous tone.
Jack nodded. "Lay down."
Sam nodded slowly. She moved to the top of the bed and lowered herself to rest comfortably on the pillows. She watched him with a confused expression, but it took a second to realise why he had pulled away. She immediately felt a warmth grow for the man next to her as she realised he was holding off until she got hers.
Jack breathed deeply, trying to regain the control that had come so close to escaping him. He lowered himself and pressed a kiss to one of her hips.
Sam's eyes widened as Jack kissed a path closer to her exposed sex. "Jack..."
"Relax." said Jack, not removing his lips from the flesh of her inner thighs. He parted her legs a little wider and used his arms to hold her thighs in place, leaving her slick pussy exposed and vulnerable to him.
He pressed kisses to her flesh before his lips found her opening. Sam jerked underneath him and he smirked. He lowered his head and pressed a kiss to her clit before using his tongue to stroke her.
Above him, he heard Sam moan. He glanced up at her and smirked as she pulled a pillow from under her to cover her face, muffling her moans. Keeping his mouth on her, he reached up and took the pillow from her and threw it over his head behind him. Her eyes met his, a brief battle of wills being passed silently between them before she submitted to what he wanted. If he wanted to hear her, then who was she to deny him?
With a victorious wink, he increased the pressure and found his tongue entering her, his nose brushing against the sensitive bundle of nerves.
"Jack!" Sam jerked her hips as Jack ate her like she was his last meal. She writhed against him as her moans grew louder, the coil inside her winding itself tighter and tighter. Sam was sure Jack's tongue would be the reason she lost her mind.
She panted and cringed at the noises escaping her. "Jack! Please!" she cried. She felt a wave rise and crash over her. She floated back down from her high, trying to catch her breath when Jack's tongue invaded her mouth with vigour and she responded in kind, relishing the taste of Jack and her own juices invading her tastebuds. It wouldn't be a taste she'd forget any time soon.
Jack pulled away, panting hard in an attempt to calm himself down. His eyes had darkened to obsidian and Sam felt a flutter in her lower belly.
Sam pulled Jack down for another breath stealing kiss, moaning when his cock brushed against her opening. She watched as Jack rid himself of his boxers before moving to settle between her legs. She watched with bated breath as Jack reached between them and brushed the tip of his cock against her entrance. She craned her neck to press a kiss to Jack's jaw, her arms enveloping him. He pressed the tip of his cock to her opening and slowly pushed himself into her, both of them moaning with satisfaction as he filled her.
Eyes locked, Jack began to move in and out of her with a tenderness that made Sam bury her head in his neck. Jack wrapped his arms around her and held her close as he slowly brought them to the edge, smiling into Sam's hair as her hips matched his movements.
Despite having two orgasms already, Sam felt another build up quickly and she could tell by the unsteady tempo of their movements that Jack was getting close too. Their moans echoing around the room as she realised what they had achieved in their evening together.
It was comfort, sure. There was no denying what they had been through recently, but what they were doing now, it was re-establishing the fact that they were alive and that they were together. They could heal and survive because they had each other, through thick and thin.
Sam closed her eyes, tears beginning to form. This was love. They loved one another deeply and with a bond that made others envious. After everything that had happened, Sam felt lucky. She was alive and she had her silver haired colonel to make sure she stayed that way.
Her eyes opened as she felt a familiar wave encompass her. She hung onto Jack for dear life as she cried out, white spots dancing behind her eyelids. She heard more moans and then she felt Jack slump on top of her, his lips pressed to her shoulder bone as he found his own release.
They lay there, joined together for a moment. All that could be heard was their pants and the soft ticking of a clock on Jack's wall.
All too soon, Jack pulled out of Sam, caressing her milky skin as she groaned.
Jack reached over and caressed her face, wiping a stray tear away. "You okay?"
"I'm alive."
"Yeah, you are." smiled Jack.
Sam nodded. "Thank you."
"There is no need for thanks, Sam." said Jack, a hand resting on her thigh as he settled himself next to her. "We're here for one another, alright? Whenever we need it, we'll be there."
Sam hummed in agreement, smiling as Jack moved her so that she was resting with her head on his chest. His calloused fingers trailed up and down her spine, soothing her.
They lay in silence, listening to one another breathe, Sam being lulled by the sound of Jack's heartbeat in his chest. Her mind travelled to the scenes that they had seen earlier that day and she found herself thinking of Daniel. Her heart thumped uncomfortably in her chest and it wasn't until she felt Jack's other hand wiping more tears away that she realised that he was watching her.
"What's wrong?"
Sam smiled sadly, before looking at the ceiling. "Just thinking about today. What Daniel would have said."
Jack pressed a kiss to her hair and held her tighter. He could feel the emotions coursing through her as he held her. "I don't want you to think about today, Sam. The Goa'uld are evil personified and there was zero justification for what they did, but I promise you, when we wipe them out – and we will – we'll do it for the people we saw today and for everyone else they've hurt." Jack felt Sam nod against him and he sighed. He waited patiently for her to speak, he could feel a question burning inside her as she fought with whether or not she should voice it.
"Do you think Daniel would mind?" she whispered. "What we did?"
"Sam," Jack pressed another kiss to her head. "Daniel would want us to look after one another and I'll be damned if we don't."
Sam nodded and revelled in the warmth Jack gave her when he wrapped his arms tighter around her.
"We're okay." assured Jack.
Sam smiled and settled down to sleep. Jack was right, nobody needed to know about what they were doing. It was a way of looking after each other. It was a way of keeping each other alive. It would be an unspoken bond between them.