AU: Sam's time missing onboard the Prometheus drives Jack to distraction, setting them on a course they have denied themselves for years. Set in Season 7 after 7.13 Grace, but before 7.16 Death Knell.
Prequel to Lost and Found.
Chapter Summary: The team gets together with Jacob, Janet and Cassie for a BBQ at Jack's, then head out for their promised game night. Jack and Sam get carried away...
Chapter 9: Fun and Games
Saturday afternoon, 1200 hours, 24th January 2004
"Check… and mate! Ha huh! I got you." I cheered. It wasn't my first-time beating Aunt Sam, but it was my first time beating her with every single piece left on the board.
"Wow, Cass that was… wow. Well done!" Sam replied with a proud look of shock.
"Didya get her Cass?" Uncle Jack asked as he walked into the lounge twisting the top off a beer and handing it to Sam.
"Thank you, Sir." She said, taking it from him, though trying to hide how she caressed his fingers. He grimaced and took it back off her.
"Carter, it's Saturday. We are off duty. What is my name?"
She looked at him with that little twinkle she always had for him. A week was my guess. They were different today. She said she was busy in her lab last Saturday, but Mum said she hadn't seen her on base at all the entire weekend. I didn't think anything of it until I discovered that Uncle Jack was not home on Sunday morning when I dropped by with Buddy for our walk, despite his truck being in his driveway. He also had not been seen on base. So, my guess was that they were together somewhere, hopefully screwing each other's brains out.
"Jack."
"That's right, Carter." He replied and handed the beer back. She took hers, then with lightning reflexes grabbed his one as well, taking a long pull from his one first.
"What is my name, Sir?" She asked with a silly smile on her face. Oh, these two were definitely jumping each other's bones. About damn time too.
"Samantha." He replied with a long A sound and reached for his beer. She pulled it away and took another drink.
"Try again."
"Sam." He said again. By now, he was leaning across her chair, his lips inches from hers.
I coughed, "Ah, guys. Mum will be here soon, and I'm guessing you don't want her find out about your thing in this way." I said motioned to Uncle Jack's suspended position over Aunt Sam.
"What thing?" Uncle Jack asked, standing up quickly.
"Oh, pa-leese. If you guys acted any hornier, you'd be a pair of rhinos."
"Cassandra!" Sam admonished, before handing her untouched beer over to Uncle Jack.
"What? I'm 18 now, Sam. I can say horny, screwing, sex, banging, jumping one's bones."
"You are not. You are 11, you will always be 11. Carter, Sam… tell me my adopted daughter isn't having sex. Please!" Uncle Jack said with exasperation.
"How is Rory, Cass?" Sam asked, which drew a huge grin on my face and a exaggerated sigh of contentment purely for Uncle Jack's benefit. I was evil.
"Great. He just had his 29th birthday, the party was huge!" I replied looking at Sam, but with half an eye on Uncle Jack. I laughed out loud when he sucked his beer down the wrong way and coughed violently.
"What? 29! Sam. That's…"
"Eleven, which is less than sixteen years, Jack." Sam replied as she took a drink, giving me an amused look.
"Yeah, but that is different. We are… you're… I'm. You're not my daughter!"
"Who is not your daughter?" Grandpa Jacob asked as he walked through the door with Mum causing Uncle Jack to visibly jump.
"I'm not his daughter."
"Thank the Gods for that, you have enough smart arsery in your blood." Grandpa Jacob replied. Both him and Mum looked at Jack who had turned an interesting shade of red. Looking at me, he grumbled 'smart arsery', and how 'that is so not a word'. I didn't bother reminding him that using the 'so' in that context was also not proper English.
Sam laughed, "Hey Dad, hey Selmak, glad you could make it." Sam said. "Hi Janet."
"Hi kiddo. Unfortunately, we are only passing through this time. We're off again this afternoon to finalise our plans for the research mission. Selmak wants to check everything himself to make sure nothing is overlooked. We'll need to meet at the Alpha site a bit earlier. George has approved an extension to the mission from 24 hours to 48 hours, starting on Wednesday."
"Wednesday. Ah, sure. The new Alpha site runs 6 hours earlier than us and has 28-hour days, so if we leave at 1200 Earth time, we can get in three full Alpha days of work."
"As long as you are back for our game Sam." I added, you've already missed last weeks because of work." I said looking straight at Uncle Jack with his wavering CO face as he took several long gulps of his beer. His eyes flicked to mine, and I smiled broadly at him. He shrugged and smirked back.
"This should be it, the prototype chip only needs a little more work to be compatible with the weapon. Three days will be plenty, we'll probably be finished earlier." Grandpa Jacob said, "I'd like to watch that Avalanche game you taped Sam, you know before going back to my world of no sports."
"Colonel, where do you want this?" Mum asked. I had to snicker when Uncle Jack rolled his eyes over the whole military title thing.
"Oh, I'll take that Janet. Jack has me in charge of the salads." Sam replied, handing her almost empty beer off to Uncle Jack before reaching for the large bowl of potato salad. He had started reaching for her beer at the same time that she started handing it to him, as if they were in perfect sync on a brainwave level. Mum pursed her lips and smirked at them, then smiled at me from behind Grandpa Jacob's shoulder. Yeah, she knew what was going on as well, even if nothing had been said - yet!
"Yes, thank you Sam. Janet. Jack. Jacob. No Colonel's or Sir's, no Major's, and no General's." Uncle Jack replied, "C'mon Cass, you can help with the steaks." He said, grabbing my arm and ignoring the chorus of people demanding that their steak not be blackened within an inch of its life.
Saturday evening, 1955 hours, 24th January 2004
"I can't believe I let you talk me into this Sam." I said as I got off the back of her Ducati and flipped the visor of my helmet up. "You know we could be at your place right now having a whole lot more fun."
She smiled, "Consider this as an insurance policy Jack. We play, he won't say anything. Here take these."
"He won't say anything because I'll kill him." I mumbled, but she ignored me. "Oh c'mon Sam, you do know that these games can go on and on and on…" I grumbled while flicking open the box she gave me to find a collection of grenade pins. "Ahh, Sam… why do you have grenade pins?"
"Why do you have crates of National Geographic?"
Narrowing my eyes at her, "National Geographic's are magazines. One reads magazines. You can't read grenade pins. Besides, one must ask where the other sides of these pins are?" I refocused my question, holding up one of the pins from her collection.
"Most of them are evenly distributed across the deserts of Iraq I would assume. During down time, I would fix things and make things, people used to bring me all sorts of scraps. After that, I kept them as a reminder, then when I joined SG-1, I started adding to them again." She said, flipping up her own helmet visor. "Some are even marked with the planet designation."
"And you them need here… because?" I asked. Though I couldn't see her smirk through her enclosed helmet, he eyes told me that was exactly what she was doing. Then she removed her helmet and confirmed my suspicion. I followed suit with my own helmet.
"Props, Colonel Starsky. Props. I am sure you can arrange a premature detonation." She interrupted with that sly smile and flashing eyes. Smiling back, I ran my hand across her breast over the top of her jacket, tracing small circles around her peak until she sighed.
"When have I ever suffered from that affliction?"
"Hmmm, never, Sir. But there is a first time for everything." She replied, suggesting that this game could end much sooner if a little explosion was involved.
"Alright, Major Hottie. Let's get this over with." I said knocking on the door. Felger answered, his jaw almost hitting the floor when he saw Sam in her leathers. It didn't end there because then Sam slowly unzipped her jacket to reveal the very nice tight long sleeve shirt underneath, her nipples still proudly at attention after my play a few minutes before. I smiled and Felger swallowed audibly. 'Yeah buddy, look all you like, but she is mine.' I thought to myself rather possessively. Sitting down at the table, we greeted Chloe and produced our character sheets for Coombs to peruse.
"Really, Colonel Starsky and Major Hottie?"
"What? Sam is a Major Hottie." I replied, then added, "My Major Hottie." When Felger grinned and raised his eyebrows. I looked over to see Sam smiling like the Cheshire Cat. There was no point in hiding anything here. The look on Chloe's face advertised that she already knew our secret. I made a mental note to call in on Coombs and Felger on Monday to chat about those earthworms.
"Well, I was hoping we would have a Tok'ra and Jaffa." Coombs grumbled in his nasally nerd voice, "You know to even out the team."
"Been there, done that. More than once."
"Well, technically you weren't quite a Jaffa, Sir."
"Carter, just 'cos I wasn't snaked that time, doesn't mean anything. I've been snaked two times too many. I'm not going to be fake snaked as well."
"Gotcha, Sir." She replied with a smile. We had a plan for getting out of here within the next 30 minutes, hopefully before the forecast snow started coming down, since we were on her bike to maintain our cover. Both our vehicles were too distinctive to be seen together.
"Right. So, Colonel Starsky, Major Hottie…" Felger chuckled, "…Captain Silver and Mitra. You are a newly formed team at the WHC Gryphon site."
"Err… WHC?" I piped up.
"Worm Hole Command."
"What? Please tell me you are kidding."
"That's what they called it in the show, Sir." Sam confirmed. Of course, they did.
"Wow, I love the Sir thing Sam. You really are getting into character!" Felger said with glee. "It's like he is really your boss." Sam just raised her eyebrows but said nothing.
"Err… right. Carter, remind me to talk to Marty about coming up with a better name." I replied, ignoring the comment from Felger, because – ya know – I was her boss, but I was worried that if I said as much, she would come to her senses and run from me.
"Yes, Sir."
"OK, so it's your first day." Coombs started his game diatribe. "Colonel Starsky, you are the leader of the team. The rest of your team walks into the briefing room. You are armed and kitted up ready to go. What do you do?"
"I introduce myself to the team." I replied, fighting the urge to explain that we would never be fully kitted, armed, and ready to deploy in the briefing room.
"Aren't you going to act it out?" Coombs asked.
"Nope."
"But you have to, that's why it is called roleplay." Felger complained which led to me stifling a groan at thought of roleplaying a situation that did not involve Sam in her dress blues and lots of hot sex. Great! Now I wanted to be here even less than before.
"Right. OK." I replied then cleared my throat. I turned to Sam, "Hello, Major Hottie, you are looking mighty fine today."
She smiled brightly, "Why thank you Sir. You look pretty good yourself."
"Captain, and whoever you are, welcome to the team." I said to Felger and Chloe.
"Mitra." Chloe said, "I am the Velidari diplomat."
"Oh, here we go, another diplomat. General... please." I complained to Coombs, not having the faintest idea what a Velidari was, but remembering the first day I met my new scientist Captain seven years ago and using the exact turn of phrase I had used back then. Carter clearly remembered as well since she smiled broadly and rolled her eyes at me.
"The Velidari are a kind of elven race tutored by the Nox, Sir." Carter pointed out as if she knew what I was thinking. One of the many reasons why I loved her.
"Wow, Sam. You know a lot about this game world." Felger said with a dreamy look on his face, one that I would gladly smack off his face if I thought for a minute that he presented any threat.
"Not really, I just read the book." Sam replied then looked back at me. "Sir, you were saying?" It was at that point that I wasn't sure how to enact the next part of the plan. If this had been real life, I'd have known exactly what to do, but in this fake setting with fake personas and an aching need for the woman beside me. Dammit! I really wanted to get out of here. Just before I spoke up, Sam stood up and looked down at me with a smile.
"Colonel Starsky, this mission is fraught with danger, how about a kiss for good luck?" She said, then straddled my chair before engulfing my lips and wrapping her arms around my neck. There was no way I was going to stop her. I hadn't so much as kissed her since before 0900 this morning, what with Cassie turning up early to help us clean up while playing chess with Sam, the BBQ and Daniel hanging around, then Sam taking her Dad back to base before finally picking me up to come here. Wrapping my arms around her, I pulled her closer causing a little sigh of satisfaction.
"You don't need this, Sir." Sam said through her kisses as she removed my jacket, while Felger, Coombs and Chloe watched with mouths open. I wasn't sure what she was doing, nor did I care. "Oops! Looks like the grenade pins were loose, Sir." She announced, then went back to kissing me after throwing a handful of her stashed collection on the ground. Oh yeah… props… good props.
"Uhuh… loose pins." I mumbled into her kiss. Then it dawned on me, my jacket was my tac vest with pretend grenades in it. Sam pulled back and smiled, her hips still moving against mine. I hoped she didn't get up because my jeans were a little tight right now.
"3…2…1…" She counted down, "Boom!" She said with a small smile.
"What? No!" Coombs yelled and shuffled his papers around. "Dammit." He huffed and picked up a handful of dice muttering something about 6d6 per grenade and a blast radius of 3 metres, then counting four pins on the ground before muttered something about never having enough dice. Soon after, the sound of an unknown number of dice hitting the table had everyone looking at the results. "Oh, man." He complained when they clearly did not have the numbers he wanted to see. "Well, everyone is dead, and the briefing room is totalled." He complained loudly.
"Awww, what. It took me ages to put my character together." Felger protested. Chloe just smirked, as if she knew what was going to happen from the start. Smart girl that one. Carter spun around on my lap, which did nothing for my little problem, then stood up. I stood as well and held her hips in front of mine to hide myself from view.
"Well, that was great. I love a good explosion. So, we'll see you all at work on Monday, have a great rest of your weekend." I said from behind Sam, then added, "Carter, after you." We both turned and headed for the front door grabbing her pins, our jackets, and helmets on the way. Just before we reached the door, I grabbed her. "That was pure genius, Sam." I growled into her ear while pressing my hips into hers. It was 2025 hours. "So, your place or mine?"
"Yours, it's closer and the bed is bigger." She replied with her patented Carter megawatt smile. I smiled back as we put our helmets on and shuffled out the door, taking off as the first few snowflakes we were expecting overnight started to fall.
A/N:
The 'Velidari' is an elven style race has been made up for the purposes of this story, inspired by the Aturen race which appears in the Stargate RPG table top game, the first printing of which was in 2021.
The grenade scenario is inspired by a story from a friend of mine who played RIFTS Earth and created a character called a Crazy (basically a mutant psycho) obsessed with bombs and butterflies. Unfortunately, seeing butterflies triggered his random insanity table which led to him pulling the pins on six of the grenades he was carrying on his person killing the entire RPG group within the first 30 minutes of the game.
Oh, and you can never have too many dice.