Title:
Behind Closed Doors
Author:
Moonshayde
Season:
Eight
Spoilers:
Season Eight up to and including Endgame.
Character:
Sam/Teal'c
Summary: Jack and Daniel find out closed doors are
closed for a reason.
Rating:
PG-13
Author's
Notes: Came to me out of the blue. It's a UST sort of story since Sam is still
with Pete…
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"Daniel,
for cryin' out loud, how many times do I have to tell you? I said no."
"Yes,
but—"
"No."
"Jack…"
"Daniel."
He stopped and stared him directly in the eyes. "No."
Daniel
snorted. "We haven't heard from them!" As they started moving again,
Daniel's enthusiastic plea became accompanied by wild hand gestures. "What
if Doctor Weir is in trouble?"
"You're
not going."
Jack
knew Daniel was scowling at him, trying to intimidate him. But the answer was
no. Jack wasn't letting Daniel, or Carter, or Teal'c go to Atlantis. He knew a
team was preparing to head out on the Prometheus to reach the Pegasus Galaxy,
but none of them were going. That was final.
So,
Daniel could pour out his little heart all he wanted. He could do it here, in
one of the corridors of the SGC. He could do it in his office. He could do it
in Jack's office. He could try to bribe him with cake. He could do it with a
cherry on top and Jack still wouldn't budge.
"Jack,"
Daniel said again, his tone softening. So, now he was going to try sympathy and
pity. "We really don't know what could be happening to them. It's been
months since we've had any kind of contact. What if they need us? What if
they're in trouble?"
"And
you can help them?" Jack asked, raising his eyebrows.
Naturally,
Daniel narrowed his eyes at the insult and scowled at him. "What's that
supposed to mean?"
"Well,
let me think," Jack spit out sarcastically. "So far this year you've
been possessed by Anubis and..."
"So
were you, and Sam, and half this base."
Glaring
at him, Jack continued. "You were shot."
"You
shot me."
Jack
scoffed indignantly. "Doesn't matter. You also got zatted I don't know how
many times."
"Um,
that would have been Sam and Teal'c." He paused, remaining beside Jack.
"I'm starting to think my chances are better off-world than here on Earth.
Which, by the way, is an excellent reason to send me to Atlantis. I'll be
safer."
Daniel
just never stops…
"What
about the Trust?" Jack asked. "They shot you, too."
"On
Earth."
"And
in space."
"Orbiting
Earth."
Jack
rolled his eyes. "Nope. I made up my mind. You aren't going, so you might
as well…"
He
stopped, frowning, wondering if he'd heard what he thought he'd heard. Was
that…music?
Confused,
Jack shot a curious look over at Daniel, who appeared just as bewildered as he
was. Slowly, the two of them followed the sound of the music, coming to a stop
in front of Teal'c's quarters.
Huh.
Jack
turned to Daniel, trying to make sure he worded this right. "I am
hearing—"
"Music,
yes," Daniel finished for him.
"Coming
from—"
"Teal'c's
room."
"Huh,"
Jack said, this time aloud. He knew that Teal'c was trying to conform to Earth
as much as possible, but what the hell was that? Dance music?
With
stealth and cunning that he'd learned back in his Special Op days, Jack
approached the door, quietly testing the handle. When he found that it was
unlocked, he turned it, careful to be as silent as possible, and opened the
door a crack.
"Jack,"
Daniel whispered. "What are you doing?"
"Official
business," he whispered back.
"You
can't do that," Daniel said in that admonishing tone of his, as he slid
beside Jack. "That's invasion of privacy."
"This
is the SGC." Jack opened it a little wider. "No such thing as
privacy."
"I'm
sure that Teal'c will understand," Daniel said sarcastically.
"And
Carter."
From
the corner of his eyes, Jack caught Daniel blink in shock. "What?"
It
was Teal'c and Carter. And Music. What the hell?
Stepping
a little closer, Jack peered inside for a better look.
Okay,
so he didn't know what the hell they were doing. It was semi-dark, and Teal'c
had those damn candles lit all over the place. All he knew was that there was
definitely dance music coming from in there, and Teal'c and Carter were bopping
around like two teenagers.
"Why
the hell are they doing the chicken dance?" Jack asked aloud, confused as
they flapped their arms.
"I
thought it was the Macarena?" Daniel asked in return.
Jack
frowned, and turned to glare at Daniel. "Are you peeking?"
He
swore he saw Daniel's cheeks turn pink. "Just…a concerned friend."
"What
about privacy?"
"Push
over, Jack."
That
was it. The two of them huddled around the crack in the doorway, absorbing as
much detail as they possibly could. It was hard, having only a sliver of sight,
and Carter and Teal'c were moving so much they blurred into the background.
Oh
yes, the two of them were dancing. Jack wasn't sure exactly what kind of dance
that was, but it…
Jack's
eyes widened and he knew Daniel's jaw had dropped.
"What's
Teal'c's hands doing on her waist?" Daniel whispered.
"Oh,
I don't think he's aiming for her waist."
"No?
Then…Oh."
Damn, Jack thought, staring at
the two of them. Then, suddenly, he cleared his throat, and straightened
himself, quickly smoothing out his uniform just so his hands could keep busy.
He shut the door.
Jack
exhaled. "Well, that was, enlightening."
Daniel
just stared at him. His face was scrunched up like he had a million thoughts
buzzing through his head, unable to focus on just one. Finally, Daniel breathed
out and stood as well, crossing his arms over his chest.
"So,
what do you think?"
"Nothing,"
Jack answered. "I'm thinking 'don't ask…'"
"Don't
tell," Daniel finished.
"Right."
Jack coughed. "Coffee?"
"Coffee's
good."
"Good."
That
was all. Don't ask, don't tell. And sure don't open Teal'c's door without
knocking.
Once
they were sure the door was shut, Teal'c removed his hands from Sam, and she
burst out laughing.
"I
would have loved to see their faces," Sam said, wiping a stray tear from
her cheek. " I can't imagine what they must be thinking."
"I
believe I can imagine," Teal'c said, a hint of amusement and mischief in
his eyes. "It is not wise to spy on one's friends."
"No,"
she agreed. "It's not. God, you'd think they would have something better
to do."
"They
do not," Teal'c said grimly. "So we are forced to continue to hear
them bicker."
Teal'c
was right. She loved Daniel and General O'Neill, but the two of them could be a
bit much sometimes. There were days when she just wanted to escape, to have
some breathing room, and usually she could count on Teal'c for some much needed
companionship.
Being
with Teal'c felt warm and secure, and she treasured the moments they had
together. Their friendship and bond had only blossomed more recently, after
Daniel's death, and they continued to grow closer. She couldn't imagine having
been blind to his gentleness, his humor, and his personal loyalty for so long.
"Well,
that will keep them busy for awhile."
Teal'c
smiled. "Perhaps now O'Neill and Daniel Jackson will learn to honor a
Jaffa's abode."
She
giggled. "Until next time."
He
rolled his eyes. "Indeed." When he moved close to her again, he
paused, setting the song to repeat.
"Shall we begin again?"
"Of
course," she said brightly. "You know, you're the only one that I can
line dance with? General O'Neill gets distracted and Daniel overanalyzes every
move." She sighed. "And Pete is more of a slow dancer."
"Perhaps
we could try the movement called the tango?" he asked, arching his
eyebrow.
Not
knowing whether Teal'c was joking or serious was just another part of his
charm. "Maybe next time," she teased lightly.
She
thought she saw Teal'c's eyes spark with anticipation. "I look forward to
our next encounter."
"Hey,"
she protested. "I didn't think we were done?"
Teal'c
nodded. "We are not. I would be honored to continue performing the
'Electric Slide' with you, Colonel Carter."
She grinned, rubbing his arm affectionately.
"Thanks, Teal'c. I know I can always count on you." Squeezing his
hand, she gazed up at him, tempted to reach out and touch his hair. "And I
told you, when we dance, you can call me Samantha."
Teal'c's
gaze softened, and the corners of his mouth turned, warming her with one of his
tender smiles. "Whenever you need me, I vow by the honor of my very soul,
that I will always be by your side, Samantha."
Touched
by his words, Sam swallowed down the lump forming in her throat, and leaned
into him, drawing Teal'c into a hug. He embraced her in return, wrapping her in
his strong but gentle arms, and held her tight.
She
knew. He would always be there. For everything.