AU: When an exploration mission goes way off the left field, Jack and Sam are left to patch up their lives. Will that door stay open?
Disclaimer: All recognisable characters are the property of MGM/Amazon. No copyright infringement intended. I am once again taking my favourite two Gaters for a walk in an Alternate Universe. Takes place after 5.05 Red Sky with some canon episodes skipped (overlooked) and others referenced.
Rating: Mature. Contains sexual content, teasing, noncon/rape, masturbation. Read up until the OoOoOo, but not beyond if this is not your thing.
Chapter 23: Something Blue
Sunday night – Jack
My escape from base earlier in the week had been short lived. Some long-forgotten disaster that needed my attention. I wondered if Hammond ever left this place. Perhaps he was better practiced at telling anyone who called him that he was off duty. My second attempt at going home this afternoon had a similar outcome. I had been home for not more than a couple of hours, well on my way to getting good and drunk when Walter called. Apparently, the Russian Colonel had paid him a late-afternoon visit and insisted on us mounting an immediate rescue mission for his research team who had not checked when they should have. I had barely made it into the corridor from the elevator on my way to get changed back into my uniform when Chekov cornered me.
"Can't this wait until I have at least changed, Chekov?" I growled at the Russian liaison to the SGC.
"Colonel, with all due respect, our research team is missing. This cannot wait." He replied, his inflection on my rank inferring that he outranked me.
Choosing to pick my battles, I responded carefully, "I understand Colonel, Walter has briefed me on the situation via the phone. We have SG-2 geared and ready to go on the next available window."
"SG-1." Chekov interrupted. I looked at him.
"Excuse me, Colonel?" I said, this time using my own emphasis on his rank, which was the same as mine except that right now, as temporary base commander, I outranked him.
"We respectfully request SG-1 for the extraction, Sir." He bit off the honorific as if it hurt him to say it.
Rubbing my hands over my face, I replied, "Chekov, as I am sure you are aware, SG-1 is without both myself and Major Carter and as such is on stand-down. Major Griff and SG-2 are more than capable of retrieving your team. They have proved themselves highly capable." Not bothering to enlighten him on the role that Griff and his team played in having us brought back from -118 last year.
"We believe the ruins are Ancient. I understand that three members of SG-1 are all well read in the Ancient language. I am sure that Colonel Reynolds could step up to cover you."
"Ancient? Zukhov said the entrance was cuneiform, which – according to his report – was left open by your team." I informed him, revealing that I had actually listened in the briefing.
Chekhov made a face that I didn't like the look of. "It is. However, Colonel Zukhov may have embellished when he said open. I believe the door is not locked per se, however there a code required to open the door."
"Forgive me if I'm wrong, but that sounds like it is locked." I grumbled. Chekov merely shrugged and smirked. Stalking off to change, I added his ambush to the list of reasons why I didn't like him.
I didn't know how I was supposed to go on this mission when I couldn't manage to get one night off base at home. Reynolds may be a Colonel, but he was green as far as running a base was concerned. Groaning loudly, I flopped onto the couch in my quarters and flipped on the television which was half the size of my one at home and attempted to watch something, anything to ward off the desire to go and see Sam for real instead of sneaking in when she slept as if I were some creepy stalker.
The feel of nails scrapping along the back of my neck made me jump and crane my head behind me. Huffing out a breath when I found nothing – as expected – I turned back to the TV. It had been like that for four days. Glimpses of her in mirrors, nails and teeth around my neck and ears, fingernails, warm breath, other things – driving me crazy with arousal. Cold showers had become a necessity because there was only so much self-love a man could take. With the hair still standing up on the back on my neck – indicating that something was in the room – I turned the TV off and lounged back into the sofa trying to ignore my burgeoning hard on and dry mouth.
"You might as well show yourself; I know you are here." I said to the room at large. She shimmered into existence on the sofa next to me. Casting my eyes over to her, the vision of this woman dressed – hot damn – "That is not regulation, Major." I stated, gesturing to her stiletto heels, fishnet stockings and far too short blue mini skirt framing legs and thighs that went on forever, a skirt that would barely be visible under the Class A blazer if she were to stand up. The presence of what looked like my Colonel's cover perched on her head just made it worse.
"How very astute of you, Sir." She drawled with the sexiest little grin. Her hair was at the same length as it was a year ago with a slight bobbed curl. Perfect for running my hands through while she… I turned my head away to stop the rampart thoughts of taking her from consuming me.
Four days. Four goddamned days since she insinuated herself… itself… God. Now I knew why Sam had a hard time referring to my shadow as an 'it'. This… thing was Sam. Well, all the parts of Sam that I imagined. The hot as balls, adrenaline junkie, rule breaking Sam rather than the professional, by-the-book, rule defending… hot as balls adrenaline junkie Sam.
"So, Major. How can I help you this time?" I asked as if the last time hadn't seen me with fingers buried in her hair groaning while she… dammit, I should not be thinking about that. Licking my lips and swallowing hard to maintain control, I saw her eyes flick down to the front of my BDU's. Shit.
Instead of speaking, she effortlessly shifted – floated really – until she was sitting on my lap, leaning her back against my chest. She's not real. Closing my eyes, I studiously concentrated on not dropping my head to kiss along the line of her neck or raise my hands to fondle her body. She's not real. Reaching one hand back, she ran it through my hair, sensations of which forced my eyes back open as her head settled on my shoulder, her ear and neck at the perfect height. She's not real. This is not real. She lifted her other hand and toyed with her breast through the gap in her blazer. It was then that I realised she was without a blouse or bra. Not real, not real, not real! Then her hips moved backwards… Not real! If I told myself enough, maybe I'd believe that a version of Major Doctor Samantha Carter was not rocking her arse into… fuck me! I groaned loudly as my fingers curled into the sofa cushion.
"Sam?" I choked out, swallowing hard when she rocked her mini skirt clad arse backwards again. "This is a little out of order, don't-cha think?" I breathed out, trying to reason with her as if she were the real Sam Carter, the one behind locked doors and frat regulations instead of the manifested sex kitten rubbing herself on my – Oh my... GOD! My hips bucked involuntarily making her moan and rock harder. If the real Sam was like this… NO! Don't think of the real Sam otherwise you'll have a perpetual hard on at work. Apparition or not, if she didn't stop very soon, I wouldn't be able to stop. I was already well on my way to the point of no return.
"What's out of order, Sir, is that you are not touching me." She responded and rocked her hips harder.
"Major…" I swallowed as she rocked again. Hot damn, I could feel her heat. "Sam…"
"Jack… for crying out loud. Touch me!" She interrupted with my own phrase, grabbing my hand, and placing it through the gaping jacket onto her breast. My God, she felt real. When my fingers brushed her erect nipple, she moaned and leaned back further. "I want you. I want you." She continued to demand, tilting her head slightly giving me better access to her neck. Memories of the ruins and the tent flashed through my mind making my hips buck into her grinding arse again.
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Finally, I relented. I wanted her. Dropping my lips to her neck and my other hand low on her stomach, I kissed and licked her neck making her writhe and moan more, her hips in sync with my fingers on her nipple. This might not be real, but neither were my dreams. This is just another dream.
"More… more Jack." She ground out, scraping her fingernails of one hand over my scalp, the other one coaxing me to shift my hand from her stomach to lower, hiking up the ridiculously small skirt to reveal suspenders and nothing else. Slipping my finger under the rucked-up skirt hem, I found her hot and wet. Brushing my finger over her, she moaned her assent rocking on me harder again.
"Geez, Sam." I mumbled into her neck. Removing my hand from her breast, I pulled her jacket roughly until the buttons gave way or rather disappeared in a puff of mist. Putting my hand back, I squeezed and pulled her nipple revelling in the sound of her heavy panting breaths. I was gone, and I knew before this evening was out, that I'd be balls deep inside her. Just the thought of it made me throb painfully. I could feel her getting closer. Her thighs were squeezing together clamping onto my legs while her hips chased my fingers. I needed to end this, before I ran the risk of finishing myself before we could get to the next step. Delving two fingers into her, I pumped them and used my thumb on the outside.
"Oh God! Oh… oh… yes…" She cried before her words disappeared into a jumble of noises. Crooking my fingers inside her while pressing on her button and squeezing a nipple, I was waiting for the scream, but it didn't come and neither did she. "Fuck me, Jack! Make me come." She challenged, still rocking on my fingers.
"Shit, Sam…" I mumbled, pulling my hands from her, and fighting with my belt while she lifted herself and turned to face me. Her eyes darkened when she saw me, hard and weeping before helping tug my BDU's down to my knees. Straddling my thighs, she grabbed a hold of me and ran her slickness along my length before easing me inside and sliding herself down. Holy – ahh… for something that wasn't real, she sure felt real – warm, smooth, wet. Holding onto her hips while I fought for control, she tsked.
"C'mon flyboy, kick it into gear." She urged, lifted herself up and dropping down hard causing me to make a strangled noise at the back of my throat. "I want you to fuck me so I hard, I can taste it."
"Oh God…" I cried at the kind of words I had never heard from my Major, my fingers curling effortlessly into her not-really-there hips. Lifting her up, I pulled her down as I thrust up embedding the head of my cock into what would be her cervix if this were real. Setting a not so steady pace of harried thrusting, I felt myself get closer.
"Mmm… I love your cock, so big, so… oh yeah. Again, Sir. Don't hold out on me! Fuck me like one of your targets." Stopping mid thrust, I looked at her hooded eyes noticing for the first time the heavy makeup that my Sam never wore. There was the darkness this thing had that made me realise it wasn't the woman I loved. She's not real. This is not real. I told myself. Dropping my hands down, I felt my body relax and begin to deflate.
"No! You will fuck me." She demanded breathily in my ear. "C'mon Jack… I know you want to. I know your desires; I know how you want to fuck your Major. I know your fantasies, Sir." She whispered, her tongue gliding over the shell of my ear as she squeezed herself impossibly tight. My resolve weakened, my body disobeying my order to stop, to retreat, to withhold consent. "Yes, yes…" She squeezed again or was that reducing her size as I grew within her. Feeling a torrent coat my cock, she moved over me. Closing my eyes, I willed my body not to listen. I didn't want this. When that didn't work, I tried to dislodge her, my hands went straight through her hips as if she weren't there.
"Stop!" I demanded, trying to stand to dislodge her with gravity only to find myself somehow anchored in place. Anger at this thing forcing itself on me, I gritted my teeth. "STOP! Get off me, you fiend." I growled, no longer interested in what she was offering despite my body reacting otherwise.
She smiled, "I don't think so, Sir." She responded with a smirk, tightening once again before lifting herself and slamming down hard making me grunt. Again and again, she withdrew and plunged. Even the action of me arching my hips away from her did not work, she still managed to make me fill her with each lift and slam. Fingers curling painfully into my shoulders and neck, her lips bruising mine with harsh, rough kisses that I could not avoid. Everything I did to try and stop her failed. She was incorporeal for everything other that the parts she was using to assault me, speeding up and slowing down – or stopping – when she felt me get close to finishing, just like the other version of me did to Sam on that planet, only he forced her to come over and over again until there was nothing pleasurable about it.
Pretty soon the pain of near completion without release over and over made itself known. I needed to come – badly. It was time to end this. As she started her assault again, I willed myself to buck my hips hard into her enthusiastically chasing my climax. Seconds. Seconds from ending this, then she would leave. Seconds. Oh God! Allowing years of fantasies along with thoughts of her smiles, giggles, and technobabble into my brain to fan the flame of desire within me, I felt the pull coalesce into my stomach ready to fire everything I had.
"Ahuuhhhuu… coming… I'm…" I moaned, only to have it all stop. The sensations, the warmth, the lift, and slam. Flicking my eyes open, I noticed she was gone. Completely with the exception of the same disembodied laughter Sam had described as coming from the other version of me. The suddenness of her departure – while welcome on one side of the coin – was not appreciated when I felt the dull throbbing ache from prolonged arousal turn into the pain associated with blue balls. Fucking great!
Kicking off my boots and jeans, then lifting myself off the sofa, I hobbled painfully to my bed and sat down against the head board. Opening the draw, I found a near empty tube of KY and the little video player my team sent through while I was on Argos. Skipping through the video with a deftness earned over time, I sat the player down beside me. Opening the tube and squeezing a generous amount into my hand, I coated myself, then hit play allowing the sound of then Captain Sam Carter filling my ears.
None of the team had known that Sam recorded an extra clip after the main one. A clip where she technobabbled a bit more over my condition before looking straight into the camera and telling me why she singled me out when infected with the virus. It had become my dirty little secret, a way for me to have her without having her. For years starting while I was still on Argos just before sundown, I would watch her, though the hand activity did not start until after we returned from Antarctica.
"If we can stop them replicating, you will go back to normal… we think… well maybe. Hopefully." She looked down.
Closing my eyes as my hand moved languidly, I waited for the next part.
"I probably shouldn't say this. Sir. Jack. But I'll miss you. You're a great commander and a good friend. I know we aren't supposed to be friends, but… I can't help it. I like you. I really like you. Kinda wished you'd taken me up on that arm wrestle." She smiled again, bit the side of her lip and tucked some hair behind her ear.
I wondered if arm wrestle was code for hot sex, because I could imagine out there somewhere in the multiverse a Colonel O'Neill and Captain Captain 'arm wrestling' on her lab table or maybe against the wall. That thought almost finished me. Not yet. Not yet. Just wait… a little.
"You know, it wasn't the virus that made me choose you. It just helped me take what I wanted. I wanted you, but I think you knew that." She laughs. "Oh, who am I kidding, Sir. I still want you. I know you won't believe me, but you're really very hot. Even though you're older and grumpier and lightyears away." She looks up to the camera and smiles. "I wish…" She started to say, biting her lip again then smiling.
Groaning at the seductive lilt of her voice and the piercing blue of her eyes, my breathing started coming out in harsh puffs as I fisted myself erratically when memories of that fateful day in the elevator slammed into my consciousness. Virus laden, almost naked, minutes from making her mine. Close. So close. My hand speeding up, focusing on my almost over-sensitive head.
"Let's just say – Sir – If I'd known all it took to get you into bed was a little special cake, I'd have made you one ages ago." She giggled.
"Uhuhh…ahhhh. God Sam." The sounds and words coming out unexpectedly as her giggles added the final stimulation was waiting for. Leaning back heavily against the head board to regain my breath, I watched as my thick ejaculate continued to erupt even after the initial spurt hit my upper thigh. I hit pause.
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Looking down at the frozen video image of my then Captain, I felt like the worst kind of person. What kind of man avoids the woman of his dreams then jerks off to her video image. Damn. 'Jack, you fucking arsehole!' I cursed inwardly.
Maybe this mission was exactly what I needed to get myself back into the driver's seat. Back to something I knew, something to distract me. Something to stop me from going to see her for real instead of covertly. I needed to get my game face back on. It would be a matter of weeks before we had to work together again and there was no way I could go back to the way things were if I spent every waking moment thinking about her as anything other than my 2IC. Granted the manifested Sam was not helping that situation. It was looking more and more like I'd have to request her be removed from SG-1. Not so that we could pursue something, because let's face it, she could do so much better than me. No, it was so that I could do my job without compromising team safety. That was the answer I decided as I stood from my bed and made my way to the small adjoining bathroom, throwing the video player in the trash as I walked past it.