Title? Distractions – Chapter 6
Author? MerlynLover
Summary? Sequel to Distractions1, 2, 3, 4 & 5; Sam and Jack head back to his apartment… let's see what happens, shall we? (nothing bad, I promise!)
Ship? Sam/Jack
Rating? K
Disclaimer? None of these characters are mine, please don't sue me
A/N? I apologize for the delay… its NaNoWriMo month ( – check it out)… so I'm busy trying to write a novel during midterm season… hehe…
And also… my internet decided to kick the bucket for a little while, so I lost the updating ability… but now, I get to make everyone happy and post Chapters 3 – 6 right away and I am writing Chapter 7 tonight! Hope you like where I'm going… and if you don't, feel free to tell me I suck… :)
Now, on with the story… Enjoy! (and don't forget to review… I shall give you a cookie if you do!)
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Sam, Marie and Susan all sat around a corner table in one of the Pentagon's commissaries reliving their memories. The three old friends chatted about guys, work, family and everything in between. Although, it was actually Sam who did most of the talking, in response to the seemingly unending questioning from her two comrades, and mostly all related to her newfound relationship to General Jack O'Neill. "New" didn't quite seem to give it any justice as they had only truly become a couple several hours ago over a lunch of fish and nerves.
Sam was answering yet another barrage of questions when her cell phone rang. Sam looked at her watch as she pulled the phone out of her pocket. 2100 hours, 3 hours since he had stopped by with General Hammond to pick up some dinner before leaving immediately for another meeting. Her caller ID confirmed her suspicions that Jack was calling her, most likely to say he was done for the day.
Sam had agreed to stay in his apartment for the duration of her short visit. Jack had volunteered for the couch, but Sam had argued out of it, partly because she knew he would be stiffer than her in the morning after a night on the couch, but also because the thought of sleeping in Jack's bed unnerved her.
With her friends grinning at her like cats with yellow feathers in their teeth, Sam stood up and walked a short distance away from the table to answer the call. The commissary was empty, making her voice echo, so she wasn't sure why she left the table anyway. "Hello Jonathan," she began, grimacing and shooting a glare back at the two women. She could hardly believe they had gotten her to do that.
The surprise was evident in his voice, but he chuckled slightly before responding, "Well, you're not calling me 'Sir' or 'General,' so I guess that's a step up." He continued, "I'm just about finished up here, so if you're ready to go…"
"I'm ready when you are Sir," She said, answering his unfinished question. "Shall I meet you at your office?" She continued.
"You still at the commissary?" He asked
"Yeah," she responded easily.
"You're closer to the outside doors than I am, so how about I meet you there and we'll head topside?" He inquired, using a term that applied more to Cheyenne Mountain than the Pentagon.
"Sounds good," she replied.
"Alright… see you in about… five or so minutes."
"Sure, see you then." She countered before they hung up and Sam headed back to the table.
For the next five minutes, Sam was teased about the fact that she always acted like a love-struck teenager when she was talking to Jack. Sam sighed and accepted the teasing lightly, slightly relieved that she didn't have to answer any more questions, although she was still the center of attention for the one-sided conversation.
When Jack walked into the deserted commissary, except for the three women, Sam was so happy to see his face, she forgot about her friends' annoyances. She rose quickly to meet him and hugged him, melting into his warm embrace as if they had been doing so for months, not hours. Jack bent his head to kiss the side of her neck, also happy to see her, still euphoric over the fact that this was real. Sam was here and he could kiss, hug or touch her any time he wanted without worrying about or caring who saw.
"Good to go?" He asked quietly, pulling away from her but keeping his hands on her shoulders.
"Just about," she answered before turning back to her friends to hug them and say goodbye in case she didn't see them the next two days she was in town as well as promising to keep in better touch from now on.
They waved as Sam turned back to Jack and stepped in unison towards the door. The two made their way through the halls that were now much calmer and quieter, content to just walk side by side in comfortable silence, happy to just be with the other. They stopped at the lockers and picked up Sam's small duffle bag before heading for the street. A yellow taxi sat waiting for them and Sam turned, inquiring, to look at Jack, who shrugged and offered "High heels," as an explanation. Meaning, of course, Sam's dress blues required footwear of painful heels, especially when used to combat boots.
She smiled gratefully at him as she climbed into the cab. The car drove a short distance to an apartment complex just outside the heart of the city. Jack paid and as they climbed out, he offered "Welcome to my elegant palace."
Sam giggled and grinned at him before stepping towards the door. Jack followed a step behind until they arrived at the door, which Jack unlocked and they headed to the elevator. Jack punched the highest number, 8, and the doors closed as the chamber began its ascent. They stood next to each other once again, the situation feeling familiar to that of the many SGC elevator rides they had shared. The doors opened quickly revealing a T-shaped hallway with four numbered doors. Jack walked to the door on the immediate left to unlock and provide entrance to the surprisingly large apartment. The inside looked a lot bigger than the outside gave it credit for.
The door opened immediately into the spacey living room where Jack's old leather couch and armchairs sat around a large TV and DVD rack displaying all of the season's of The Simpsons. But then, Sam noticed a few cardboard boxes sitting in the corner. Jack watched the path of her eyes and explained "I don't have a mantle here, so I have to actually hang the pictures and stuff… but I haven't gotten there yet."
On the side wall, there were two doorways, one of which didn't actually have a door, but led into a moderately sized kitchen. The other doorway led to, as Sam could just barely see, Jack's bed and dresser through the half open door. The bathroom must be off the bedroom, Sam thought as she realized there was no third door that she could see leading to a bathroom.