Sam's back on SG-1, but Cam doesn't know about Jack/Sam. I own nothing, etc.
Jack dug around in the fridge, beginning to get a bit frustrated. "Sam, we did get beer on this last grocery run, right?"
His lovely wife rounded the corner of the refrigerator door. With a smirk, she stretched out her hand and pulled out a beer directly across from where his face had been a moment ago. "This what you're looking for?" she asked, with a deadpan delivery that made him proud.
"D'oh!" Jack grimaced as he straightened up, before recovering himself and raising an eyebrow. He grabbed the beer, and Sam smiled as he gave her a more-than familiar look. "Don't get smart, Lieutenant Colonel," he said with mock severity.
No longer his 2IC in a military context, Sam could respond a little differently than she did while he was still at the SGC. She leaned in and softly kissed his cheek. Jack could feel himself melt as he wrapped an arm around her. When did I get this mushy? She pulled back and gave him a sultry smile he was very much enjoying getting used to. "Yes, General," she purred. Jack suddenly became thirsty for something other than beer.
A heated look in his eyes that Sam was enjoying being the recipient of, he set his beer on the counter and started to move around to her front - only to be interrupted by Sam's cell ringing. "Leave it," he ordered gruffly, pulling her against him by her hips.
Sam gently extricated herself from his grasp, placating him with a gentle peck on the lips. "It might be important," she said, walking over to her phone.
"If it were really important, I'd be phoning you from Washington," Jack argued, prompting Sam to raise her eyebrows. "Landry can wait."
Before pressing the button to answer, Sam delivered the final word. "Yes, I'm sure you would have appreciated that attitude from me when you were in charge of the SGC." She gave him a pointed look as she answered the phone. "Carter."
"Hey, Sam!" Cameron Mitchell sounded chipper. Sam mouthed the name, "Cam," to Jack who mouthed an "Ah!" back before rolling his eyes.
"Hey, Cam, what's up?" she asked, giving her husband a brief once over before turning her attention back to the call. Jack stared at her as he looked her up and down more slowly. Hope Mitchell doesn't keep her long...
"Sam, I've got to get with you about this training tomorrow." Sam sighed as she listened to Cam, who was now sounding a bit worried. "I took a lot longer than I should have to make up this PowerPoint thing, and I just know I'm missing something."
Sam glanced back up at her husband, who had retrieved his beer and was now tipping it back for a long swig. "Cam," she replied. "I'm sure you got everything you needed in there. Even if you didn't, you can always just talk about it. These airmen won't care if you didn't include everything in your PowerPoint."
Jack watched as Cam responded to her, saying something that made her laugh even while she was shaking her head. He could already tell - Sam was going to help the guy out. Darn it.
He felt a pulse of something as Sam laughed again. He knew Sam had been friends with Mitchell for a long time and that there had never been any more to their relationship than that. But there was still this camaraderie that had him a little... Unnerved? He drained off the rest of his beer, grimacing.
Eventually, Sam hung up and gave him a sheepish smile. His eyes narrowed. "He's coming over, hm?"
Her nose wrinkled. "Yeah, he is," she answered apologetically. "Matter of fact, he was already on the way."
"Of course he was," Jack muttered, trying to take another swig of his beer before realizing again it was empty. He threw it away, looking grumpy.
Sam smiled empathetically, a bit of frustration over the situation on her face, mirroring his own expression. "I'm sorry, Jack. But it really shouldn't take long, and I'm all yours for the rest of the night."
Jack knew he shouldn't be quite so frustrated, but something in him made him say, "And then you're his Girl Friday again tomorrow."
Her eyes narrowed, and he knew he'd screwed up. "Girl Friday?" she asked tensely, crossing her arms.
Reel that one back in, O'Neill. "I don't mean you're some Girl Friday, Carter," his own awareness of the tension automatically motivating him to revert to what he had called her for so many years. "I just mean he gets you around the majority of the time. Working with him and all."
He could see her aggravation die down, but there was still something strained about her shoulders. "I'm sorry, Jack, but that is how it works when two married people each have their own jobs."
"I know." And he did know. He had known that it would be a noticeable separating factor before they got married, when it was clear they would each have to shuttle back and forth between Nevada and DC whenever they could. He had known they would not be able to spend as much time together as any regular married couple - at least until he could finally retire. He still jumped into the relationship head first, however. If his brief stint with Kerry Johnson had taught him anything, it's that no one could replace his Carter. Any time with her was better than no time at all. Still, "I guess I'm just a little jealous."
"Jealous?"
Jack cringed a bit at how high school like this sounded. He scratched the back of his head as he ducked it down a bit. "Well," he hedged a bit. "I don't just miss being around and married to you, Sam. I miss working with you. A lot."
Her eyes softened as she walked up to him and stopped just short of physical contact. "I miss working with you, too," she admitted, grabbing each of his hands.
He made direct eye contact with Sam. "That may or may not be part of the reason why I didn't retire or get a transfer before I did," he admitted. "I loved being your CO. Not because I was in charge but because I got to run around with you every day and watch you work miracles. Be brilliant. Kick some serious Goa'uld ass." His voice rang with intensity, and he hoped she could hear how much he thought of her.
She must have, because she was glowing even more than she was before.
Jack continued, "Now he gets to have you around most of the time, doing all the things we used to do. Lunches on base together. Team nights. He's so lucky having you out there watching his six."
"I still watch your six," she answered, her voice suddenly husky. When he realized just what she meant - the room got hot.
He gazed at her, slowly smirking. "That so?"
Her chin dropped, and she gazed up at him through her lashes. For crying out loud, Carter, these hot little looks will be the death of me. "It is so, Sir." Her voice was much lower than before. "Especially when you're in your blues. Or in those jeans that are a bit too tight on you now but you still just can't get rid of them."
Jack growled, and was pleased to see the effect it had on Sam. She looked rather hungry. He resumed his earlier position, holding on to her hips as he pulled her into him. "Samantha," he hummed. "You look enough to know what pants my 'six' looks best in?"
She blushed, but maintained eye contact. Her arms went up around his neck. "I do."
Raising a brow, he teasingly asked, "You don't watch Mitchell's six like that, do you?"
"Absolutely not!" she exclaimed before giggling. He straightened up against her in response - and she looked down.
"For the record," he said, leaning in for a kiss, "that's not my sidearm."
Just before their lips could meet, the doorbell rang. Jack's eyes closed as he tried to reel himself in, and Sam sighed.
"Kid better appreciate you helping him off the clock," he muttered, pulling back from her with a quick squeeze of her shoulders.
Sam ran her fingers through his hair with another sigh. "I'll get him out quickly," she said determinedly. She quickly walked off to let Cam in through the front door. In a hurry, Carter? Though still not exactly happy about the interruption, he was glad to see that his wife was impatient to get back to their... discussion.
It wasn't long before Sam and Cam were walking back into the kitchen. Cam started a bit in surprise at seeing General O'Neill in Sam's kitchen. He straightened to attention.
"Gen-."
"At ease, Mitchell," he cut him off quickly. Mitchell relaxed and grinned a bit.
"Good to see you, Sir," he said, back at ease. "I didn't hear you were in town."
Jack raised a shoulder as his hands dug into his pockets. "I come back just to visit my team every once in a while," he replied, seemingly offhandedly.
Mitchell nodded understandingly. "I get you, Sir. Once on the team, always on it, right?"
"Oh, yeah," he said with just a bit of a shrug, trying to maintain something of his slightly detached command persona. "And Carter, of course, is on my list of visits. We may not be on the same team anymore, but I still watch her six."
Mitchell was blissfully unaware of the undercurrent to his words, but Sam flicked her eyes up to Jack with a happy grin. He kept his face neutral since the eager young leader of SG-1 was still looking his way, but he could see the desire in her eyes. It was all he could do not to wink.
"Well, Sam," Cam said with a clap of his hands. He then took off his backpack and pulled out a laptop. "Shall we get started? I don't want to eat up your visit time."
Sam smiled at his consideration. She turned around as she ushered him towards the table - and when Jack looked down, he suddenly wasn't jealous of Mitchell anymore.
Carter and her gorgeous six were staying home with him tonight.