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In Colonel O'Neill's guest room, the passion had reached a new level since Captain Jackson had hastily left the premises.
Sam's hands slid under Jack's t-shirt, caressing his warm skin. The muscles of his chest tightened under her fingers. She pressed closer to him, deepening their embrace. In response, he held her tighter and tilted his head to intensify their kiss. Their tongues intertwined, a soft moan escaped Sam's lips, encouraging Jack to continue.
Still straddling him, she adjusted her movements, spreading her legs slightly to better feel the contact between their bodies. Jack's hands settled on her hips, anchoring her firmly against him.
Without waiting any longer, she grabbed Jack's t-shirt and pulled it up to remove it, briefly interrupting their embrace. Now shirtless, he pulled Sam even closer, his hands exploring every curve of her body, caressing every contour.
Jack felt desire rising, every fiber of his being craved more contact, more closeness. His body longed for hers. In response, Sam became more daring, she let a hand slide between them, slowly descending along his chest, savoring the sensation of his taut muscles under her fingers. Reaching his pants, she felt Jack's desire, palpable through the fabric. Her fingers gently caressed his manhood through the pants.
Determined to go further, she began to undo the button of his pants. Her fingers worked quickly, then she slipped her hand inside, encountering the warmth of his arousal. The sensation of his desire against her hand intensified Sam's own need. Her fingers gently surrounded his manhood, slowly stroking along its length, savoring the heat and firmness of his erection. She could feel each pulse of desire under her caresses, her movements became more confident as Jack's reactions grew more intense.
Sam felt her own excitement soar. Her fingers caressed every corner of his intimacy, varying the pressure to offer an exquisite blend of softness and firmness. She traced paths of pleasure, lingering on the most sensitive areas. She could feel the power she had over him.
Jack's heart raced. He held her even tighter against him, his lips left hers to trace a line of kisses along her jaw to her neck. Sam tilted her head back, offering Jack more access while her hand continued its bold caresses.
He slid her medical blouse off her shoulders. The fabric fell slowly, revealing the shirt underneath. Jack's hands found the buttons of the garment. With quiet skill, he undid them one by one, gradually exposing Sam's skin to the dim light of the room. Once the shirt was removed, her chest covered by a delicate bra was exposed. Jack took a moment to admire the view, his eyes burning with desire.
With a tenderness mixed with passion, he unhooked the bra, letting Sam's breasts be freed. His fingers glided over her, gently caressing the sensitive skin, while his lips followed closely, leaving burning kisses on her shoulder, then descending to her breast. He took a nipple between his lips, sucking it gently.
Sam let out a moan. Every touch, every kiss from Jack awakened intense sensations in her, every movement of his tongue on her skin sent shivers of pleasure down her spine. Her fingers tightened a bit more around his manhood to accentuate her movements.
Jack continued his attentions, his hands and mouth explored every curve of Sam's chest, savoring each reaction he provoked. His fingers traced lines of pleasure along her sides, while his lips and tongue lingered on her nipples, caressing and sucking them gently, amplifying each sensation with exquisite precision. Every shiver, every sigh from Sam fueled his desire to give her even more.
Unable to contain himself any longer, he gently tipped her onto the bed, laying her beneath him. Their eyes met, the tension between them palpable and electric. Jack leaned in to kiss her again, a deep and intense kiss, his hands exploring her body with renewed urgency. His caresses were both gentle and eager, seeking to know every inch of her skin.
Sam didn't stop her caresses on Jack. Her fingers continued to glide over his erection, alternating between slow movements and firmer pressures.
Enchanted by these attentions, Jack slid his hand under Sam's skirt, his fingers gently caressing her thighs. He savored the softness of her skin, taking his time to awaken her senses. Slowly, he approached her intimacy.
He felt her shiver under his touch when his fingers brushed her panties with exquisite gentleness. He took his time, savoring each reaction. His fingers explored delicately, tracing light and sensual circles on the fabric covering her intimacy. The heat and moisture of her desire were palpable through the thin cloth. With calculated precision, he parted the fabric, revealing her sensitive skin. His fingers then slid in, penetrating her slowly, first with one finger, then two.
Sam let out a cry of pleasure, her hips moving instinctively to welcome him. Jack felt the warmth and moisture of her arousal against his fingers. He knew exactly where to touch her, varying the pressure and rhythm of his movements to intensify her pleasure.
His fingers glided inside her with perfect mastery, finding every sensitive spot. He was both gentle and insistent, his movements, slow but determined, built a delicious tension in Sam.
Jack felt Sam's contractions, her moans becoming more frequent and desperate. He slightly accelerated the pace, his fingers moving with a precision that made her shiver from head to toe. Sam could barely breathe, each sensation being too intense, too perfect.
Pleasure rose in her, wave after wave, until she finally reached the peak. She cried out Jack's name, her body tensed beneath him as she climaxed. Her hips lifted uncontrollably, seeking to prolong every second of this intense pleasure.
Jack continued his movements, his fingers maintaining a steady rhythm to extend Sam's ecstasy. He watched her with a tenderness mixed with passion, savoring every expression on her face, every sound that escaped her lips.
Sam's breathing began to calm, but her desire did not wane. She opened her eyes, meeting Jack's gaze with burning intensity. She increased the pressure on his erection, her fingers tightening around him, amplifying the contact.
The firmness of his erection became almost unbearable, each pulse sent a wave of intense pleasure through his body. He could feel his heart beating powerfully in his manhood, each beat accentuated the urgency of his need.
Jack panted, his breathing became increasingly erratic. Each movement of Sam's fingers on his length, each caress and pressure, amplified his pleasure to the point of making concentration difficult. The sensation of her fingers tight around him, sliding gently but firmly, drove him almost crazy with desire. His body reacted violently, the muscles of his lower abdomen contracting involuntarily as he struggled to maintain some semblance of control.
Sensing that he wouldn't last long if she continued, he gently withdrew his fingers from her intimacy and then grabbed Sam's hands, raising them above her head to immobilize them, taking control of the situation. His fingers tightened around her wrists, his grip was firm but gentle, his eyes burned with desire and determination.
Murmuring in a husky voice, he said, "Gently, Major..." before kissing her with desperate passion, their lips meeting in a fierce and urgent union. The kiss was deep, filled with an ardor that seemed to want to consume everything in its path.
He then positioned himself between her legs, his hard and throbbing erection pressed against her entrance. He could feel the intense heat and moisture of her intimacy against the tip of his member, this sensation further amplified his almost unbearable desire. Just before entering her, he heard Sam whisper words against his lips, "You mean, gently, Doctor."
Carter's words hit Jack like a slap. He realized then that he had been carried away by desire, imagining his Sam. A wave of guilt washed over him. Still positioned against her, he made a conscious effort not to move, his hips freezing to avoid crossing that line. He gently released Sam's wrists, feeling the tension dissipate under his fingers, then pivoted to the side to move away from her. His features were marked by confusion and regret. The heat and pressure on his erection were still very present, but he knew he couldn't continue.
Sam immediately felt his absence, a mixture of worry and perplexity crossed her face. She propped herself up on one elbow, observing Jack with meticulous attention. She gently reached out, her fingers brushing his cheek with reassuring softness. Her movements were slow and cautious, as if she feared breaking him by touching him. Her gaze remained fixed on him, seeking to understand the source of the problem.
"Is something wrong?" she asked, her voice betraying her concern.
He slowly sat up, detaching himself from her with an expression of deep confusion and regret. Standing up slightly, he adjusted his pants, pulling them up and closing them with hesitant gestures, as if each movement reminded him of the reality of the situation.
Jack tried to formulate a response, struggling to master the conflicting emotions tearing at him, but a strange sensation ran through him, like an electric current coursing through his body. He froze, his eyes widening in surprise and pain.
Before he could say anything, he felt his strength abandon him. His eyes closed and his body relaxed abruptly. He fainted, falling heavily onto the bed, unconscious.
Sam tried to shake him, panic flooding her face. "Jack!"
She quickly examined him, her fingers checking his pulse and observing his breathing. The pulse was weak but present, and his breathing was light and irregular. Her eyes frantically scanned his body, searching for any visible anomaly.
But O'Neill remained inert. Sam got up hurriedly, her heart pounding, and rushed to the intercom in the room. She frantically pressed the button to call for help.
"Need a medical team in Colonel O'Neill's room, immediately!" she shouted.
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Colonel O'Neill had disappeared. The device intended to bring him back from the other reality had miserably failed.
Daniel, still dazzled by the intensity of the light and confused by Jack's sudden disappearance, stammered. "I... I don't understand. Everything was supposed to work correctly. The artifact was calibrated to stabilize the transition between realities and bring him back."
General Hammond stepped closer. "Dr. Jackson, continue your research, we must find a solution."
Major Carter, still in shock from Jack's disappearance, intervened. "General, I wish to analyze the artifact. We might have missed some settings."
Daniel nodded. "I'll look for additional documents and notes. There might be a translation I misinterpreted. Sam, I'll join you in your lab."
The major carefully retrieved the artifact, her hands trembling slightly as she placed it in a protective case. She exchanged a determined look with Daniel before leaving the infirmary. The hallways of the SGC were eerily quiet, the soldiers and personnel she passed seemed to feel the gravity of the situation.
Arriving at her lab, Carter gently placed the artifact on her desk. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves before diving into the analysis. The symbols engraved on the metal plate seemed to glow with a mysterious energy, as if the artifact itself was trying to reveal its secrets.
She began examining the inscriptions and mechanisms of the device, desperately searching for a clue, a hint, something that would explain what had happened. Every inscription, every glowing panel was scrutinized meticulously.
Daniel soon arrived, arms loaded with books and notes. He placed the documents on a nearby table before joining Sam. "I found references to similar devices in my archives. Maybe something can help us."
They immediately got to work, delving into the complex texts and schematics. Their eyes met from time to time, each seeking in the other's eyes a glimmer of hope or a spark of inspiration. Minutes passed, marked only by the scratching of their pens and the soft rustling of turned pages.
After several hours of intensive research, Major Carter finally reached an enlightened understanding of the situation. She looked up from her notes. "Daniel, there was no error. Colonel O'Neill was stuck between two realities due to his incorrect handling of the artifact. When we reactivated the device, it reset correctly and sent him completely into the other reality."
The archaeologist furrowed his brow, trying to grasp the scope of this revelation. "So, if I understand correctly, Jack is still stuck there?"
Sam nodded, taking a deep breath before diving into a metaphysical explanation. "The artifact functions like a kind of dimensional resonator. When the colonel mishandled it, he created an interference that kept him between two realities. When we tried to bring him back, the artifact detected this interference and sought to correct it by sending him completely into the other reality to stabilize the dimensional balance."
Daniel, visibly perplexed by the complex explanation, shook his head slightly, trying to understand the full extent of what they had just discovered. "So, can we... bring him back?"
Sam thought for a moment, her fingers nervously tapping the edge of the desk. "Theoretically, yes. If we can reconfigure the artifact to create a controlled new interference, we could potentially open a passage to the other reality and go fetch him."
He placed a reassuring hand on his friend's shoulder. "Then we need to inform the General right away."
She nodded with conviction, sharing the same determination as Daniel.
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On P4X-739, Sam, Daniel, and Teal'c stood near the temple where Jack had initially disappeared. The dense vegetation around them created an eerily serene atmosphere, contrasting with the palpable tension among the SG-1 members. Thick vines and lush ferns wrapped around the ruins, their leaves rustling softly in the light breeze.
Daniel held the artifact firmly in his hands, his eyes scanning the complex inscriptions with intense concentration. Each symbol engraved on the metallic surface seemed to emit an enigmatic glow, adding a mystical aura to the object. His features were marked by concentration and worry, his furrowed brows betraying the complexity of the task ahead.
"Alright, it's time to activate this device," he murmured, looking up at his teammates. His gaze met Sam's, seeking one last sign of support.
Carter nodded. "We need to make sure to stay together during the transition. The artifact could separate us if we're not careful." Her voice was calm but firm.
Teal'c, always stoic and imposing, placed a reassuring hand on Sam's shoulder. "We are ready, Major Carter," he said with quiet confidence.
She took a deep breath before placing her hands on the artifact, joining Daniel's. Teal'c placed his hands on it as well, creating a circle of solidarity around the mysterious object. The engraved symbols began to glow with a strange, pulsating light, casting hypnotic reflections on their focused faces.
Dr. Jackson adjusted the settings with meticulous care, his fingers trembling slightly under the accumulated tension. Every movement was precise, every adjustment measured. "Get ready," he murmured before triggering the activation mechanism.
The artifact reacted instantly, emitting a series of vibrations that spread through the surrounding air. A dazzling glow emanated from the object, enveloping the trio in a blinding light. They felt a sensation of intense vertigo, as if their bodies were being sucked through a tunnel of light and energy.
The lush landscape of P4X-739 quickly dissipated, replaced by a new setting. The ground beneath their feet suddenly became unstable, marked by traces of battle and metal debris. Explosions echoed all around them, and the cries of combat resounded in the air, breaking the jungle's tranquility.
Sam, Daniel, and Teal'c found themselves in the middle of an intense military confrontation. Beams of energy sliced through the air around them, crackling with frightening power. Explosions shook the ground, sending debris and dirt flying in all directions. Overhead, sleek ships soared over the battlefield, dropping projectiles that exploded with devastating force, leaving behind gaping craters and crackling flames.
Soldiers in combat armor fought with fierce determination. Their gear, equipped with integrated helmets and protective plates, seemed designed to withstand the most violent assaults. Every shot was precise, every movement calculated to maximize their effectiveness on the field.
Opposing soldiers retaliated with equal ferocity. Their dark silhouettes and powerful weapons added a terrifying dimension to the clash. Both sides exchanged relentless fire, the cries of the fighters mingling with the deafening sounds of explosions and plasma shots.
The scene was chaotic, filled with energy and violence. Metal and stone debris flew through the air, columns of black smoke rose to the sky, obscuring the battlefield. The acrid smell of gunpowder and burning materials saturated the air, making breathing difficult.
Sam, Daniel, and Teal'c, caught in the middle of this chaos, desperately sought shelter. Shots grazed their heads, leaving luminous trails in their wake. The flashes of light from the explosions illuminated their tense faces as they hurried behind a pile of debris to shield themselves from the crossfire.
Their gazes met, reflecting both fear and determination. They knew they had to act quickly to find Jack and return to their own reality. The battlefield around them was a true hell.
Sam quickly scanned the chaotic and dangerous situation. Energy beams continued to fly in all directions, and explosions shook the ground under their feet. She took a deep breath, knowing that searching for Colonel O'Neill in these conditions would be almost suicidal.
"We need reinforcements," she shouted over the crash of the fighting. "It's too dangerous to go looking for the colonel in these conditions."
Daniel nodded. "I agree. We're not equipped to handle this kind of situation."
Teal'c agreed with the assessment. "We must return to our reality and come back with a larger force."
Sam nodded, gritting her teeth. "Alright, let's reposition our hands on the artifact. Daniel, activate it."
They quickly regrouped, positioning themselves to be protected from enemy fire. Their hands joined on the artifact, and Daniel carefully adjusted the settings.
"Here we go!" Daniel shouted before pressing the activation mechanism.
A surge of energy enveloped them again, and the battlefield faded into a brilliant light. Their bodies felt like they were being sucked through the tunnel of light and energy, the sensation of vertigo overwhelming them once more. In an instant, the deafening noise of explosions and shots vanished, replaced by a soothing calm.
The serenity of the lush vegetation surrounded them, starkly contrasting with the chaos they had just left. They exchanged determined looks and quickly headed towards the Stargate. Their boots trampled the moss-covered ground and roots, crushing the small plants underfoot. Their breaths harmonized with the natural sounds of the forest, creating a strange symphony of calm and urgency.
Reaching the Gate, Daniel approached the DHD. With his usual precision, he dialed the address for Earth, his fingers brushing the symbols with familiarity. The familiar hum of the Gate filled the air, followed by the appearance of the shimmering blue vortex.
Without a word, they stepped through the Gate, finding themselves instantly in the SGC's embarkation room. The atmosphere here was very different, charged with anxious tension. General Hammond awaited them, his face grave.
Noticing the absence of the colonel, his expression grew even more concerned. "Major Carter, Dr. Jackson, Teal'c," he began. "Where is Colonel O'Neill? What happened?"
Sam stepped forward. "General, we found ourselves in the middle of a battlefield. Energy beams and explosions surrounded us. It was impossible to conduct effective searches in such conditions."
Hammond frowned, absorbing the information. "A battlefield? Indeed, that's a far more dangerous situation than anticipated. I will request several SG teams to accompany you to facilitate the search."
Carter shook her head slightly. "I have another idea, General."
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Jack slowly regained consciousness, his head heavy and his thoughts confused. He tried to move, but the IV in his arm prevented him. Blinking to adjust his vision, he scanned the room.
He was in the infirmary, surrounded by medical machines. His memories were hazy, recent events blending into a whirlwind of contradictory images and sensations. Turning his head, he saw Dr. Carter nearby, absorbed in her notes and the monitor readings.
As if sensing his gaze, she looked up and noticed he was waking up. A relieved smile crossed her face as she hurried to his bedside.
"Hey, how are you feeling?" she asked softly, sitting on the edge of the bed beside him.
He tried to sit up, but she placed a firm hand on his shoulder, urging him to stay lying down. "Stay still. We haven't figured out what happened to you; you seem to have experienced a state of shock."
She added with a slight smile, trying to lighten the mood. "I hope it wasn't because of me."
The memories of their passionate kisses and what followed quickly returned to him, a wave of embarrassment washed over him. He propped himself up on his elbows, trying to shake off his discomfort. "I feel strangely... very good."
Sam looked at him, a mix of relief and worry in her eyes. She gently placed her hand on his face, caressing his cheek with infinite tenderness. She leaned in slightly, her lips brushing his in a soft kiss. Jack let her, the contact of her lips against his was both soothing and strange. He didn't react, simply absorbing the warmth and affection of the gesture.
Suddenly, the alarm sounded with a chilling intensity, shattering the infirmary's tranquility. A metallic voice echoed over the intercom: "Unauthorized intrusion in the embarkation room. All security teams, please intervene immediately."
The deafening noise of the sirens mingled with the humming of the machines, plunging the infirmary into sudden chaos. Sam stood up and exchanged a worried look with Jack, their eyes reflecting the same fear.
The SGC embarkation room was plunged into intense agitation. The military personnel in uniform, weapons raised, formed a circle around the center of the room where an electric flash had just dissipated. A heavy silence fell as the soldiers fixed their gaze on the point of appearance, visibly on edge.
At the heart of this circle, three figures emerged from the residual light: Major Samantha Carter, Dr. Daniel Jackson, and Teal'c. Their sudden appearance surprised the military, who raised their weapons, ready to fire.
General Jacob Carter burst into the room, his face marked by confusion and surprise. Seeing his daughter in military uniform, his expression froze. He blinked, trying to understand what he was seeing.
"Sam?" His voice was filled with astonishment. "What... what are you doing here?"
Major Carter stepped forward, raising her hands slightly in a gesture of peace. "Dad, it's... complicated. We come from another reality. We need your help to find one of our men lost on another planet."
The words fell like a thunderclap in the room. The military exchanged perplexed looks, lowering their weapons slightly but remaining alert.
Jacob Carter, visibly troubled, scrutinized the faces of the SG-1 team. "Another reality?" he repeated, trying to grasp the magnitude of the situation.
"Yes," Daniel Jackson intervened. "We used an artifact that allows travel between dimensions. We believe Colonel O'Neill has been transferred to your reality and got stuck on a planet named P4X-739."
Jacob ran a hand over his face, trying to dispel the shock and regain his composure. "Soldiers, lower your weapons."
The military obeyed, lowering their weapons but remaining on guard. Jacob then turned to the SG-1 team. "There will be no need to go to that planet; Colonel O'Neill is currently in this base."
Sam stepped forward. "Dad, I know this may be hard to understand, but we're looking for our Colonel O'Neill, not the one from your reality."
Jacob shook his head, trying to put his thoughts in order. "In our reality, the Colonel has been dead for a long time. This one crossed the Gate with an old SG-1 identification code and claims to come from another reality. He is currently in the infirmary."
Jacob's words hit like a bombshell. "In the infirmary?" Sam repeated, incredulous.
"Yes," Jacob confirmed. "He arrived here injured."
A heavy silence settled. Sam felt her heart race at the thought of O'Neill in such a state. The SG-1 members exchanged worried looks before following Jacob through the SGC's hallways.
They finally arrived at the infirmary. Major Carter quickly spotted the colonel, lying in a bed, surrounded by medical machines. Anxiety overwhelmed her, and she rushed to him, closely followed by Daniel and Teal'c. As they approached, she examined each monitor, each IV, looking for signs of stability.
As she got closer, she noticed a figure sitting near Jack, holding his hand with a troubling familiarity. The surprise struck her when she looked up and recognized her double. The shock of this vision rooted her to the spot, her feet seemed to dig into the ground.
Seeing the other Sam so close to Jack brought a wave of emotions rushing back to her. A burning tension formed in her stomach, a mix of jealousy and confusion. Every detail of the scene hit her, from the tenderness with which her double held Jack's hand to the visible affection in her eyes. She felt her muscles tighten, struggling to control the storm of emotions threatening to overwhelm her. Taking a deep breath, she sought to regain her calm and continued to move towards them.
Noticing their arrival, a smile lit up Jack's face. "You finally made it! I almost thought I'd be waiting forever," he said with a look of relief and joy in his eyes.
At these words, Dr. Carter, still sitting beside him, turned around. Seeing her father accompanied by three people, she quickly realized that another Samantha Carter had just arrived. A shiver of nervousness ran through her.
She gently released Jack's hand, feeling a pang of sadness and apprehension, then stood to face the newcomers. She cast a worried glance at O'Neill, who wasn't looking at her, his eyes fixed on the approaching group, wearing a joyful and reassuring smile.
At that moment, she felt a sting of jealousy, and a burning question silently crossed her mind: what would happen now that her double had arrived?
To be continued...
I'm going on vacation, so the next chapter will be published around the end of July.
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