AN: Getting lots of inspiration from re-watching the reruns of Season 8 over the last two days.
Summary: Fifth in the 'Hey Carter Chronicles.' This snippet is based around...well you'll see :)
HEY CARTER Question 5: "Haven't you ever had like...a fantasy?" Set anywhere between seasons 5 and 7. Pure K rated humour.
They were lounging about on a warm, dry planet and Jack, Sam and Teal'c really, really had nothing to do. Teal'c was off to the gate to update Hammond on Daniel's progress...or lack there of in translating the Ancient writings and Sam was stretched out with a book. Jack on the other hand was sitting up straight with his hands out in front of him snipping at mid-air with his fingers. Suddenly he became aware of what he was doing and glanced around.
Carter peered at him over the edge of her book. "Finished?" she asked casually, with a smirk.
"Um...yeah, I guess so." Jack cleared his throat. Carter continued to stare at him. "What?" he asked defensively.
"Nothing!" she declared quickly and pulled her book back up to cover her face.
Jack cleared his throat, he must have been acting things out this time. He rubbed the back of his neck, she must think he was nuts...well more nuts than usual that was.
For another few minutes neither of them spoke, Jack picked at the grass he sat on and Sam simply continued to read her book. O'Neill sighed, he supposed he'd better offer some form of explanation for his behaviour. "Hey Carter..."
"Yes, Sir." She spoke clearly and deliberately, already she knew his excuse for cutting imaginary hair was going to be amusing.
"Haven't you ever had like...a fantasy?"
Sam blinked. "Ahh...well Sir, that's kind of a bit...personal don't you think?"
"No, no, no!" Jack established quickly. "Not that kind of fantasy." His eye flicked to her and away again. "No, I mean something more mundane, ordinary even."
Sam set her book down, "Like what?" Now she really was intrigued.
"Well..." Jack scrubbed his fingers through his hair. "You know...like you are a guy leading just a normal life..." He glanced at her, she looked a little confused. "Like you're, I dunno, a barber in Indiana or something."
Sam's eyes went wide and she chewed on the inside of her lip. "A barber, Sir?"
He nodded, suddenly feeling very exposed.
Sam winced a little. "Honestly Sir, no...no I never have."
"Oh." said Jack, feeling a little foolish. "Never anything like that...maybe a waitress, or a math teacher or something."
"Uh-uh." she said, scrutinising him closely. "And you do?"
Jack was reluctant to say anything more. "Sometimes." he answered cagily. "Not often." he added. "Only when I'm..."
"Bored?" Sam offered into his silence.
Jack contemplated for a moment. It most often happened when he was writing mission reports so yes that was accurate. "Yeah, that's probably it."
Sam blew out a quick breath and cocked her head a little. "Can't say I've ever experienced anything like that, but then you do have a much more..." she struggled to find the right words.
"Careful Major." Jack warned his 2IC before she spoke again.
"Active...imagination than I do." she finished, hoping to get away with her assessment of his mental capabilities.
Jack nodded. "Fair enough."
"It's not a bad thing, Sir." Sam continued. "I mean, especially if it keeps you happy."
"Okay Major, you made your point." Jack was starting to wish he had never said anything.
"Right, sorry Sir." Sam returned to her book but was unable to concentrate. For a few moments she just stared at the page in front of her. "Really Sir?"
"What?" Jack snapped.
"A barber?" Sam stated incredulously.
"Yes." He shot back and snipped a couple of times in the air. "Maybe you should try it sometime." he groused and placed his cap back on his head, pulling it down over his eyes, this conversation was over.
Sam watched a little longer as he defensively folded his arms around himself. "No thanks, Sir." she mumbled to herself. "I think I'll stick to my book."
END
AN: He he. And just for the record the episode in question was 'Citizen Joe' S8:E15 More to follow as and when :)