Alternatives
Hum-Worthy
Based upon Stargate: SG-1
Rating: PG (very mild language)
- JOR - Based in Season Nine, takes place immediately after Alternatives Ch 18. "All Us".
- . - - - . - MONDAY MORNING
Daniel stood in the elevator, waiting for it to drop him to his floor. It paused, two levels above his goal and admitted a one Samantha Carter.
"Oh, hi Sam," he said with a smile.
"Hi Daniel," she sounded chipper.
They stood side by side in a comfortable silence for a few second as the elevator started again until Sam started humming. Daniel's eyes nearly popped out of his head as he jerked his neck around to look at her. She was standing there humming to herself with a smile on her face.
She paused, feeling his gaze and turned to him with a quizzical look. "Yes?"
He shook his head slowly. "Um, nothing . . ."
She regarded him carefully, obviously not believing him. He continued to stare as the elevator stopped again and the doors opened.
"This is your stop," she said after a few seconds of him not leaving. He gapped for a second, before stepping backward out of the elevator, not letting his eyes off her. "Are you sure you're okay?" she asked.
He nodded as the doors closed. As soon as they did, he took off running down the hall. He knew Teal'c and Mitchell were in the gymnasium, he had been on his way there to find them anyway, though he could no longer remember why.
"MITCHELL!" he called out as he careened through the doors.
Mitchell dropped the dead lift bar and whipped around. "What?"
Teal'c, too, looked concerned.
"SAM!" he cried, regaining his breath.
Mitchell rushed over and grabbed his shoulders roughly. "What about Sam?"
"Sam," Daniel repeated, thinking of how to phrase it. "Sam."
"Sam . . ." Mitchell offered.
"Sam is sleeping with someone," he finally managed.
Mitchell stepped back but leaned forward. "What?"
"Sam is seeing someone," he rephrased.
"How do you know that?"
"She was humming!"
Daniel saw the smile creep onto Teal'c face.
"That doesn't mean anything," Mitchell said.
Daniel shook his head. "No, it means something. It means she's having sex with someone."
"Hey!" Mitchell started waving his hands around. "I don't need to heard that about someone who's like my sister."
"Doesn't make it any less true," Daniel insisted.
"You don't really have any proof."
Daniel glanced at Teal'c, who spoke up. "On the contrary, Colonel Mitchell, Daniel Jackson and myself have observed this phenomena with Colonel Carter before."
Mitchell eyed them both dubiously.
"I wonder who it is," Daniel thought aloud.
"O'Neill was in town this past weekend, was he not?"
Daniel's eyes popped wide open once again. "No . . ." he breathed. "You think?"
Teal'c nodded. "I do. O'Neill and Colonel Carter had a dinner engagement Friday evening. On Saturday, O'Neill called me to cancel our plans to visit the traveling Gun and Knife Exposition."
Mitchell looked up at Teal'c. "Is that why you invited me? Because the General bailed?"
Teal'c did not answer.
Daniel thought hard. He snapped his fingers. "I was supposed to take him to the airport on Sunday morning, but he emailed me and told me he'd just take a cab."
Teal'c nodded with an affirming eyebrow raise.
"Why did he call you but just email me?"
"I'm your backup date to General O'Neill?"
Teal'c stood stone silent, as usual.
Mitchell shook his head, turning the conversation back to Sam. "Okay, that doesn't mean anything. I don't think anything's happening. I mean, they go on one date after nine years and all of the sudden they're sleeping together? I don't think so."
"Why do we not ask Colonel Carter?"
Daniel and Mitchell stared at each other a moment. "Yeah," Daniel said, "lets."
- . - . -
Sam sat at the table in her lab, trying to figure out the schematic in front of her. She looked up when Cam, Daniel, and Teal'c filed into her lab. They took up semi circle positions on the other side of the table and watched her.
"Hey guys," she said, glancing up for a second.
"Hey, Sam," Daniel replied.
"So . . . Sam," Cam started, she looked up. He paused, forming words. "We want to ask you a question."
"Yes?" Their blank stares scared her a little.
Cam and Daniel looked at each other, thinking.
Teal'c, obviously sick of their inaction, spoke. "We wish to know whether you have started a sexually intimate relationship with O'Neill."
If she had been drinking something, she would have spit it out, as it was she choked on her own saliva. Daniel and Cam glared at Teal'c for spitting it out. "WHAT!" was her only answer.
"We wish to know-" Teal'c started to repeat himself.
"No!" Sam waved her arms, "please do not say that again!"
"So, have you?" Daniel asked, Sam could practically hear his knees knocking together.
Sam considered - for brief moment - denying the whole thing, but it would come out eventually. "How'd you find out?" she asked.
"What?" Cam asked in very O'Neillian manner. "Really?"
"Ha!" Daniel pointed an accusing finger to Cam. "I told you!"
Sam waved her hands and whistled to get their attention.
"You were humming, in the elevator this morning," Daniel replied.
Sam nodded slowly. "Please don't give me crap for this, guys. We were just going to keep it to ourselves for a little while. A couple of days, maybe."
"No, Sam, it's fine," Cam rushed. "We were just wondering. We care about you and your life. If there were any problems, we want to help you. Not to say that you couldn't handle our own problems, but you know . . ."
"Colonel Mitchell," Teal'c interrupted, "I believe you should stop speaking before you cause yourself embarrassment."
Cam's mouth snapped shut and he nodded.
"We're happy for you Sam," Daniel said at length.
"Thank you."
"We're just gonna . . ." Daniel motioned to the hall, "go back to what we were doing before."
Sam nodded with a smile. They were cute when they got flustered.
"We'll see you later."
"Bye."
Cam muttered a goodbye and Teal'c nodded on his way out. She chuckled after they left. She turned to her email and sent one to Jack:
The team knows. Apparently I was humming in the elevator this morning. -Sam
Not five minutes later her phone rang. She picked it up, "Carter."
"So, I'm hum-worthy?"
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