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Summary: Hey Carter Q14: During a team night at Captain Carter's a season one Jack has a request for his off-duty 2IC, but will a tipsy Sam, feeling cocky and empowered by being in her own kitchen comply with his simple one word request? K rated Jack/Sam early S1 Humour/Friendship.

HEY CARTER: QUESTION 14: "MOVE!"

"Hey Carter, move."

She looked at him, was about to comply, then looked at him again. "No." she said.

"No?" he demanded, his eyebrows sky-rocketing.

She grinned smugly at him and held up her half finished beer. "That's right, I said no. This is my house and we are off-duty which means that you can't order me around any more so, no."

Jack blinked a little, everything she had said was completely true but that was besides the point. "Carter, it's not about ordering you around, it's about-"

"I don't care what excuse you give. This is my house and I'm not moving, you move." she teased.

Jack sighed as he watched her empty the beer bottle in her hand.

"And while you are at it Jack, why don't you go over to the fridge and get me another beer?"

"I can't do that." O'Neill intoned as patiently as he could.

"Why not?" Sam challenged, staring hard at him.

"Becau-"

"Is it because I'm a woman? Because if it is I'm really not very happy about that."

"Cart-"

"Oh, or is it because when we are on the clock you are my CO and now that you are not I can order you around and you don't like it, because that is way worse.

"No Sa-"

"Or...is it-"

He grabbed her by the shoulders and made her stare into his eyes, boy was drunk Carter hard to get through to, he'd have to remember that. "Sam...It's because...you...are on my foot!" he told her clearly and impatiently. "And in case you have not noticed, I am in my socks, you are in your biker boots and it hurts, okay?"

It was Sam's turn to blink. "Ah, what?"

"My foot, your boot. Physics, gravity, pressure, pain, get it? Now would you please move!" He released his grip on her sharply.

Sam suddenly registered what he meant and skittered backwards, knocking her empty bottle onto the floor in the process. As the clattering ceased she found her voice. "Gee, I'm sorry Sir, I didn't realise." She looked down at where he had grabbed and was rubbing his injury, whilst hoping about on his good foot. "You alright?" she asked, her mind spinning off to worry about broken metatarsals and heavy bruising.

Jack placed his finally freed foot back on the floor. "Yeah I'm fine Carter." He grinned at her, relief buoying him up...or was it just the fact that he was no longer pinned down? "You said you wanted a beer?" he asked with a slight air of deliberate irk.

"No, no, it's alright Sir, I'll get it. In fact I'll get us both one."

The Colonel stopped her as she tried to bustle past him. "Aht! You were right Sam...this is your house and I am your guest, so please, allow me!"

Pointedly he released her and back off towards the fridge. "But one more thing Sam, don't you think it's kind of rude to order your guests around? I mean come on, do I ever order you around when you come over to mine?"

Sam was momentarily worried she had actually upset him until he grinned with boyish charm over the top of the fridge door. She smiled back at him. "No Colonel you don't. You don't tend to stomp all over your guests either." She found herself blushing mildly. "But by way of compensation you can help yourself to the tequila if you like."

Jack's grin widened. "The tequila?" he inquired, feigning more excitement than he felt.

"For medicinal purposes of course." Sam added, and reached for not one but two shot glasses.

END

AN: Hehe, I guess Sam's tequila is to help with her dented pride! Please let me know what ya think ;)

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