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TITLE: Divide and Conquer 1: Bridging the Divide
AUTHOR: Nicky Chevalier
EMAIL:[email protected]
CATEGORY: Jack/Sam romance, missing scene/epilogue
SPOILERS: Divide and Conquer
SEASON / SEQUEL: Season four's 'Divide and Conquer', you should have seen that one before you read this.
RATING: NC-17
CONTENT WARNINGS: sexual situations
SUMMARY: 'Divide and Conquer' post-episode; need I say more? *g*
STATUS: Complete
ARCHIVE: Heliopolis, SJ, anywhere else just let me know.
DISCLAIMER: Guess what? None of these characters are mine! I know, pretty surprising, isn't it? I just rescued them from MGM, Gekko, & Double Secret Productions so they could have some fun for a while. I'll bring them back (reasonably) intact.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Welcome to my first attempt at fanfiction! Feedback, as always, will be much-loved and *very* much appreciated. :) |
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| *** |
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| Colonel Jack O'Neill was deep in thought as he walked the long corridors back to his room. God, he could kill Freya for putting him on that stupid machine. Zat'arc or not, part of him wanted to be sedated just so he could stop thinking for awhile. |
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| ~working relationship... military ranks... something neither of us can admi--~ |
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| "Colonel O'Neill." |
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| The words repeating endlessly in his head were interupted by Dr Janet Fraiser. He gratefully raised a hand in greeting to the woman now walking towards him. Any distraction was a good thing. |
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| "Working late, doc?" |
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| "Aren't I always? She replied dryly. She paused hesitantly. "Listen, um... how're you doing? I mean, after today..." |
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| "I'm fine." He gave her a reassuring smile. "Really." |
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| She nodded. "listen Colonel I don't want to encourage you to break protocol or..." she paused again, and then continued confidently, "no, actually, that's exactly what I want to do. Off the record Jack, as a friend... I mean you're out here wandering around the corridors, and if I know Sam she's probably in her room staring at the ceiling, all because of..." she lowered her voice. "these regs. And they can be broken with no-one ever having to know about it..." |
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| He looked at the floor, then back up at the doctor. "Thanks. I'll..." he paused, seemingly choosing his words. "...take it into consideration". |
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| She sighed as he continued down the corridor. "Colonel O'Neill!" She called out after him, and he turned. "She loves you." |
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| With that, she turned and walked back to her lab. |
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| *** |
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| 147. There were 147 spots on her ceiling. She'd counted. Twice. But it did nothing to take her mind off the day she'd just endured. Deep down she knew that she'd had no choice, but still she kept replaying the moment in her mind when she'd shot her friend, searching pointlessly for some other option, something else she could have done but didn't. The only relief she had from watching the scene replaying endlessly in her head was when her mind wandered to the earlier events with the Zat'arc testing device. And that was almost worse. It was harder now, hearing the feelings acknowledged and spoken aloud made them harder to ignore. She found she couldn't play the denial game with herself anymore. And, she suspected, neither could he. |
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| ~Damnit Samantha, stop it. Get over it already.~ But her mind wouldn't shut down. His voice in her head wouldn't shut up. |
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| ~I care about her... rather die myself, than lose Carter...~ |
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| She jumped at the sudden insistent knocking at the door. |
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| "Carter? Carter are you in there?! Carter, open the doo--" Jack stopped as the door swung suddenly open, revealing a worried looking major. |
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| "Sir? Is everything alright? What's wrong?" |
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| Suddenly he didn't know what to say, so he settled for "Can I come in?" |
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| She opened the door fully and stepped aside to let him in. Shutting the door behind him, he stayed facing it, trying to figure out what to do. He hadn't exactly thought of a plan of action before he'd come pounding down the door. He figured he had two options. Turn and face her or open it and run. |
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| "Sir?" |
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| He turned around. She looked both confused and concerned. He opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. So he bridged the gap between them and kissed her instead. Her arms flew up to wind around his neck, pulling him closer as she deepened the kiss until the need to breathe made them part, gasping for suddenly much needed air. He pulled her instead into a feirce hug. |
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| "I couldn't ignore it anymore, Sam." His breath tickled her ear and she shuddered. "Not after today. I can't pretend the feelings aren't there, knowing that you feel the same way..." |
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| "I know." She cut him off. |
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| The need to kiss him was making her crazy. |
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| His arms around her waist, he walked her backwards to the bed and they fell onto it together. He dragged his lips only far enough away that he could speak. |
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| "Sam. If you don't want thi--" He was silenced by her lips on his again. But he was determined to give her an out. Gathering his willpower, he reluctantly broke the kiss. |
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| "If this isn't what you want... if you're not prepared to risk what we're risking here... tell me now and I'll go". She heard the sincerity in his voice, and at the same time saw the fear that he really would have to make good on his promise. |
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| "Like hell. You leave now, you die." She smiled at him and pulled him to her again, for another passionate kiss as he unbuttoned her shirt. Pausing for a moment, he looked down at her seriously. |
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| "Sam, for what it's worth, I'm really sorry about Martouf. I know you cared about him." |
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| She traced the line of his jaw with her fingers. "In this job losing good people comes with the territory. I'll be okay. He was a good friend, but it was Jolinar that loved him, not me." With that, she pulled him back to her, sighing as his fingers found her sesitive nipples through the fabric of her bra. |
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| "UNSCHEDULED OFFWORLD ACTIVATION". |
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| Her moan was drowned out by the alarm echoing over the base. She closed her eyes and sighed in frustration. |
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| "Oh, for crying out loud. Now?!" |
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| She almost laughed. If *she* was frustrated, Jack sounded ready to kill somebody. |
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| "Can we ignore it?" He asked almost pleadingly. |
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| "Not if you don't want them to come looking for us." She laughed. "Do you want to explain this to Daniel or Teal'c? Or worse- General Hammond? I don't know about you, but I don't particularly want the rest of the base knowing what I'm doing with my CO." |
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| "I'm sure janet would be thrilled." He replied dryly. "Hey, maybe it's just SG... something or other returning from P3X..." he waved his hand in reference to the other coordinates. |
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| She sighed as she rebuttoned her shirt and handed Jack his. He took it from her reluctantly. |
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| "SG4 isn't due back from P4Z983 until late tomorrow morning." |
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| "Well, what about SG5?" He asked hopefully as he finished dressing. |
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| "Not due back until the day after tomorrow"... "Sir" she added for the benefit of anyone in the corridor as they stepped outside. |
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| He frowned at the formality. "SG6?" |
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| "Not offworld. They're on downtime" she answered. |
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| "Lucky bastards", he muttered as they made their way to the gateroom. |
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| *** |
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| General Hammond's face was typically expressionless as he stared through the control room window to the stargate. |
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| "It's SG4 sir." |
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| Hammond nodded at the young technician. "Open the iris." |
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| Jack turned to Sam with an 'I told you so' expression as the stargate's iris opened to admit the three members of SG4. But his face fell the moment they stepped through the gate. |
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| "Medical team to the gateroom" barked the general as he watched the two SG4 members lay Major Peter Bowden, their unconcious commanding officer, at the base of the ramp. |
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| "I thought P4Z983 was an abandoned planet." said Carter to no-one in particular. |
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| "It was, Major" answered the general after the iris was closed. "Previous missions to the planet revealed that most of the planet's former inhabitants, the Taik'lan, abandoned P4Z983 when they came under Goa'uld attack years ago. The rest were killed. This was supposed to be a simple research mission." |
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| The leader of SG4 was still laying motionless at the base of the ramp when the General entered the gateroom. Blood trickled from a gash at the back of his head and he had what looked like a bullet wound in his right arm, but he didn't look to be too badly injured, despite being unconscious. |
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| "What did this to him?" asked the general. |
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| "er... I did. Sir." |
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| General Hammond's eyes went wide. "Captain, do you mind telling me why you shot your commanding officer?" He asked incredulously. |
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| "He just went crazy, Sir. One minute he was fine, and the next he'd pulled his gun on me. When he fired I hit the deck and crawled behind a boulder. Then he turned the gun on himself, so I fired first and he dropped his weapon. His head must have hit something when he fell." |
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| Concerned, Hammond simply nodded. "Have yourself checked out in the infirmary. Debriefing in thirty minutes," he ordered as he started back up to the control room. |
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| "Yes Sir." The man turned back to the medical team lifting his now partially concious CO onto a stretcher. "Is he going to be alright?" |
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| "He'll be fine," answered Dr Fraiser. "You did the right thing." She added at his nervous expression. |
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| Back in the control room, O'neill cursed silently as Hammond told them to be at the debriefing with SG4. Great. Another mission. Somehow he knew that spending the night in his 2IC's quarters the night before a mission was not a bright idea. As much as he wanted her, no way was he going to risk the safety of his team by leading them out there without a good night's rest. Wonderful timing, guys... |
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| "Hey, Jack, you alright? You look a little... I don't know, tense." inquired Daniel. |
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| "DanielJackson is correct," agreed Teal'c. "Are you not well, O'Neill?" |
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| Jack glanced at Sam. "I'm fine, guys." He answered dryly as he left the room for a cold shower before the debriefing. |
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| *** |
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| Teal'c was the first to step through the stargate onto P4Z983 the next day. Staff weapon raised, he cautiously surveyed his surroundings as the rest of SG1 descended the ramp behind him. Debris and rubble lay spread out as far as he could see, the former city now in total ruins. |
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| "So has anyone got any idea what we're actually looking for here?" asked the colonel. He shook his head wryly as he realised no-one had a clue. "Okay, spread out, look for anything that could have caused Major Bowden's... episode. But for god's sake don't touch anything. The last thing we need is someone flipping out on us, alright?" |
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| The search didn't take long. |
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| "Hey guys, come take a look at this." called Daniel. The object of his attention was a multicoloured glowing ball of light, about the size of a closed fist. He stepped closer, careful not to touch it, and eyed the object curiously. |
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| "What'd you find, Daniel?" asked Carter as she walked toward him, his back obscuring what he was staring so intently at. |
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| He didn't bother to reply, instead whirling to face her, his fist connecting with the left side of her face as she let out a surprised gasp. Her head snapped sideways with the force of his punch and he used her imbalance to shove her hard, sending her flying backwards into a pile of rocky debris. |
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| "Daniel, what the *hell* do you think you're doing?!" yelled Jack as he held his friend pinned to the ground, fighting the urge to seriously hurt him. Instead he hauled him to his feet and handed the struggling doctor none too gently to Teal'c as he walked over to Carter. |
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| "Are you okay?" He asked and moved to help her to her feet. |
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| "Yeah, I think so. He ju-- OW!" She sank back to the ground, cradling her wrist in pain. "I must have sprained it when I fell." |
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| "We must go, O'Neill. DanielJackson is becoming more agitated." stated Teal'c, holding the flailing man at arms length. |
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| "Okay, we're outta here." O'Neill helped the major to her feet and they headed for the stargate. |
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| They stepped through the event horizon with Daniel still being less than cooperative, and Carter cradling her injured wrist to her chest. |
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| "Teal'c, get him to the infirmary, now." General Hammond ordered as he watched the struggling man emerge from the stargate. "SG1, Doctor Fraiser is waiting. Debriefing in one hour." |
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| *** |
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| "Colonel. Major." Hammond said in acknowledgement as he entered the debriefing room five minutes late. "Sorry to keep you waiting." He didn't notice as the two nearly jumped out of their seats at his arrival, fortunately unaware of the hushed conversation that had been taking place between them. Instead he asked, "Where's Teal'c?" |
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| "Ah, he's probably on his way sir. Infirmary's kind of swamped, took a little longer getting out of there than planned." |
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| Hammond nodded to O'Neill, as Teal'c stepped into the room followed by Janet. |
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| "I'm sorry I am late General Hammond." He said as he moved to join his friends at the table. |
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| "It's alright Teal'c, I only just got here myself. Why don't you start, Colonel?" |
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| "Yes sir." He nodded, and again wondered if the timing could be any worse as he launched into his recount of the mission to P4Z983. |
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| "Do we know what's causing the violent behaviour?" General Hammond asked when the Colonel had finished with his story. |
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| "Sir," major Carter spoke up, "I'm not a hundred percent sure, but I believe that the object Daniel was looking at is emitting some kind of signal that induces a violent reaction. I think it's sending out a subliminal signal that in this case, seems to manipulate whoever's close enough into wanting to kill. Anything, even themselves. It explains why Major Bowden tried to shoot himself-- the rest of SG4 were out of sight, so he simply turned the gun on himself. It would also explain why there were no surviving members of the Taik'lan. Those, if any, that survived the Goa'uld invasion would have killed each other, or committed suicide." |
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| "Is the device worth sending a team in to retrieve it?" asked the general. |
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| "I don't think so sir. Without being able to look at it, assuming that the signal is visual, we've got no safe way to study it, or even retrieve it. A device like that could cause chaos in a place like this." answered Carter. |
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| "I agree, Major." He turned to Janet. "How's Dr Jackson?" |
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| "We have him sedated and restrained. I think Major Carter was right, the device could be sending out a signal that stimulates electrical activity in the brain. While the MRI turned up nothing unusual, a spinal tap showed an unusually large amount of the neurotransmitter seratonin in the brain stem." |
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| "Okay, I'm not even going to pretend to understand what that means," replied O'Neill, "but the question is, is Daniel going to be alright?" |
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| She nodded. "Of course, we won't know anything for sure until he wakes up, but I'm fairly certain that the effects will simply wear off themselves." |
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| The general spoke up. "Colonel O'Neill, can I expect your report on my desk tomorrow?" |
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| "Yes sir." He nodded. |
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| "Dismissed." |
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| ~Finally!~ thought Jack as he made his getaway. |
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| *** |
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| "Sir, if you'd like, I'd be happy to help with that mission report..." Carter suggested as they walked through the deserted corridor back to her quarters. |
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| "That would be good major, there are still a few things I don't quite understand about that glowy thing that made Daniel go whacko. Maybe you could explain it to me?" |
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| "I'd be happy to sir." She smiled as she unlocked the door and pushed it open for them to enter. As soon as it was shut she found herself pressed intimately between it and Jack as he rained kisses over her neck and jawline, mindful of her wrist in a sling around her neck and being careful not to hurt her. |
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| "Just for the record," he said huskily as he locked the door behind her, "we aren't *really* going to discuss the mission report are we?" |
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| Her answer was to push him backwards onto the bed and, straddling his hips, begin to deftly unbutton his shirt with her free hand. He sighed as it fell open and he felt her caress his hot skin. Her lips soon followed the path of her hands, and he allowed her to explore him, revelling in the feel of her wet kisses trailing down his chest, pausing to claim a nipple, then continuing on their journey south. Suddenly she rocked back on his hips as she sat up to relieve herself of her shirt and the sling, and he decided it was past time to turn the tables. |
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| Swiftly he rolled them until she was pinned under his welcome weight, parting her lips with his and continuing the exploration of her mouth that he'd begun earlier. His hands moved down to tease her nipples through the fabric of her bra, and she gasped as he reluctanly broke the kiss to breathe, instead alternately nipping at her earlobe and soothing it with his tongue. |
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| The pounding on the door got more insistent, and loud enough to startle them both out of their passionate explorations of each other. |
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| "Sam?" |
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| There was a scramble for clothing as Sam called out to her visitor. |
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| "I'll be right there." |
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| Smoothing her hair into something approaching normal, she opened the door just far enough to see Janet, looking as if she'd been standing out there for quite a while. |
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| "Hi Janet. Sorry, I was just, um..." she turned to send the hurriedly dressed Colonel a look, who nodded at her unspoken question. At his silent assent, she opened the door for her friend to step into the room. It was risky, but Jack knew he could trust the doctor to keep their relationship secret. |
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| Janet couldn't hide the surprised stare and the following grin that played across her face when she saw Colonel O'Neill perched on Sam's bed looking... frustrated, more that anything. She turned back to Sam. |
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| "Sorry to bother you guys", she started with a look in her eye that said to Sam 'I want to hear everything later', "but Daniel's starting to wake up. He's a little disorientated, but he's asking for you, Sam, pretty insistently. I don't think he's going to settle down until he sees you, and I don't really want to have to sedate him again." |
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| Carter simply nodded and, giving the doctor a look that clearly said 'nice timing, Janet', told her "we'll be right there." |
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| *** |
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| Carter yawned as she stepped into the infirmary and made her way to where Daniel lay motionless on the white sheets. It wasn't that late in the day, but she hadn't gotten much sleep the night before. ~Daniel, if you're asleep and you've dragged me down here for nothing, so help me god...~ He opened his eyes groggily and tried to focus on her as she came to stand at his bedside. |
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| "Sam. Sam I'm... I'm so sorry..." He looked ready to cry as he caught sight of her arm in the sling. "...I hurt you." He finished drowsily. |
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| "He's very groggy, probably even a little delirious." Spoke up Janet. "The sedatives we gave him were pretty powerful." |
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| Sam nodded and leaned down to talk to her friend. |
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| "Daniel, it's not your fault. I wasn't hurt very badly, I just hurt my wrist a little when I fell, that's all. But I don't blame you, okay? You couldn't have done anything to stop it." |
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| He looked up at her again. "Is... is Jack very angry?" |
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| She remembered the rage in his eyes when he'd seen Daniel hit her. |
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| "I'm right here, Danny, and no, I'm not angry." The Colonel stepped forward and reassured his friend softly. ~but if you keep us here much longer, I might just beat the crap out of you...~ |
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| "Really?" |
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| "I promise. Now go to sleep and get some rest, okay?" Jack watched as Daniel nodded and closed his eyes, instantly drifting into a drug induced sleep. |
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| "Wow, what a day." Jack sighed, turning to Janet with a wry smile. |
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| "Hey, Doc, how well do these drugs work? I mean, he won't be waking up asking for us again for a while, right?" He asked casually. Janet stifled a giggle at his obvious impatience and looked at him with a seriousness through which only Jack and Sam saw the glint in her eye. |
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| "Oh, I'd say it'll be at least another couple of hours, Colonel. If you'd like me to give you a call when he wakes up..." |
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| "Oh, no, really, that's not necessary." Carter jumped in as she made her way quickly towards the door to the infirmary. |
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| "Yeah, we'll come down and check on him in a while. No need to call, really." Jack added as he followed her out into the hall. |
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| Janet tried desperately not to laugh as she watched the two walk swiftly down the corridor, thinking that they couldn't be any more anxious to get away from somewhere even if they had an army of Gou'ald on their tails. |
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| The door slammed shut as Jack kicked it with a foot, intent on devouring her again with his lips. All previous intentions to go slow forgotten, she suddenly found herself held off the ground against the door. Her legs wound tightly around his hips, her hands, having been freed once again from her sling, the pain long forgotten, grasped fistfuls of hair, holding his lips to hers. When the need for oxygen finally forced them apart, she began trailing her lips over his neck and down his shoulder, relieving him quickly of his shirt and pants. Hers soon followed, the pile of clothing growing steadily at their feet. Jack felt his knees start to buckle when she rocked her hips against him urgently, and decided that standing was probably not one of his better ideas. Sinking onto the bed with her, their lips joined for another passionate kiss. Breathlessly surfacing minutes later, Sam heard herself cry out as his fingers found her. |
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| "Sam?" He asked from his position buried in the crook of her neck. |
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| "Now, Jack." She answered him, her voice, like his, strained with need. He needed no further encouragement. Balancing his weight onto his forearms, he entered her slowly, hearing them both groan at the feeling of him finally being inside her. She moaned as he began to move, her soft entreaties urging him on until they both cried out, falling over the edge one after the other. |
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| They lay spooned together, his breath tickling the back of her neck while they waited for their breathing to return to normal. |
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| "Well... That didn't suck." quipped Jack as she turned in his arms to face him. She laughed at his understatement and brought her lips softly to his in reply. |
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| "Sam..." he started seriously when they broke apart, only to be interrupted by the nervous words tumbling from her as she sat up and out of his arms, his serious tone obviously having been taken the wrong way. |
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| "Sir, I know you're my CO, and I know we just broke so many regs, and we're putting both of our careers on the line here, and I know you probably think that it's a mista--" |
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| Her words were cut off abruptly by his lips on hers again, pulling her back to him for a deep, drugging kiss. |
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| "Sam," He started again. "I was just going to say that I love you." |
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| He watched in amusement as her expression turned from anxiousness to confusion to relief. "And for crying out loud," he continued, "don't call me 'sir' when we're in bed, okay?" He admonished playfully as he rolled her over onto her back, taking his weight on his forearms and bringing his lips to hers again. |
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| "Whatever you say, sir." She replied just as playfully, flipping him agilely over onto his back to sit astride him. She leaned over to whisper in his ear, delighting in the shivers that ran down his spine. "And for the record," she breathed almost inaudibly, "I love you too." |
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| With that she pulled him to her none too gently for a bruising kiss, her hands once again raking up and down his body, seemingly leaving trails of fire on his cool skin. Her hands reached lower, and with a strength of will he hadn't known he posessed, he grasped them between his and stopped their journey south. |
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| "This time we go slow." He breathed into her ear before rolling her so she was once again under him, being careful not to pin her injured wrist. He kissed her again, exploring her mouth thoroughly before moving lower to capture a nipple between his teeth. He tugged gently, then soothed it with his tongue, eliciting a moan from her that went straight to his groin. Moving his attention to the other breast, he silently vowed to entice that sound more often. |
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| When both breasts had recieved enough attention, he moved lower, kissing his way slowly down her stomach to the apex of her thighs. |
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| "Oh, god Jack," she groaned as his lips found her, his tongue darting out to tease the nub there as he slid a finger into her. Again and again he brought her to the edge, each time retreating just as she was about to topple over. Finally she grabbed him by the hair and pulled him back up to her in frustration. |
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| "Quit... teasing... me" She demanded, pausing to punctuate each word with a kiss. |
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| He laughed and, giving her a mock salute and ignoring her breatheless entreaty, returned to his previous activity, still not allowing her the pleasure she sought. |
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| ~Fine~ , she thought mischieviously, ~two can play that game.~ |
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| "Hey!" Jack protested as he found himself suddenly sprawled on his back. The protest was soon forgotten though, as he felt her lips take him in moments later. He groaned as her mouth moved expertly over him, getting revenge for the sweet torture he'd just been bestowing on her. |
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| "Sam," he gasped breathelessly, "please, now." |
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| "What's the matter Colonel, can dish it out but you can't take it back?" She teased as she moved up to kiss him deeply. "What happened to all that black ops training, huh?" He went to answer her, but found he'd forgotten how to work his voice, so instead rolled her under him once again and listened to her breathy moans mingling with his as he pushed into her and began to move. |
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| In less than a minute they flew off the edge together, reaching heaven before drifting slowly back to earth. Jack rested his forehead against her shoulder for a moment, catching his breath before pulling slowly out of her and rolling them so that she lay with her head on his shoulder. She lay there peacefully, with her injured wrist resting against his chest, her other arm tucked behind her where her hand grasped his, their fingers entwined, and let his steady breathing lull her into sleep. |
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| *** |
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| "Oh shit!" Jack cursed softly as he glanced at the glowing LED display of the alarm clock. They'd slept for two hours. |
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| "Carter, wake up." He called to her softly. She stirred, moving closer to him and holding him tighter, but didn't wake. He smiled and kissed her hair. |
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| "Come on Sam, it's time to wake up now." He called to her again, a little louder. She opened her eyes reluctantly. |
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| "Hey." He kissed her softly in greeting, then sat up and began searching for their clothes, finding them all in a convenient pile by the door. |
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| "Oh, shit!" He heard her repeat as she too noticed the time. They were up and dressed in thirty seconds, both taking a last glance in the mirror to make sure everything was in order before making their way quickly out the door and towards the infirmary to check on Daniel. They hoped that no-one had come looking for them during their little nap. Daniel was sitting up in bed when they got there, engaged in a conversation with Teal'c. |
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| "Hey, Danny, how you feeling?" called Jack as they made their way over to his bedside. |
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| "Oh, hi guys. I'm, er, kinda tired, but otherwise fine. How's your wrist, Sam?" He asked apologetically as Janet walked into the room. |
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| "Yes, how is your wrist, Sam?" she asked with a slight smile. "I see you decided to ditch the sling." |
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| Oops. "um... yeah. It was..." she trailed off, trying to think of a legitimate excuse as to why she wasn't wearing it. |
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| "Getting in the Colonel's way?" finished Janet softly enough for only Sam to hear. The doctor raised an eyebrow at her friend's sheepish look. |
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| "Oh, by the way, General Hammond was looking for you. I told him that I ordered both you and Colonel O'Neill to get some much needed rest and that you shouldn't be disturbed unless it was an emergency." |
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| Sam breathed a sigh of relief. They'd definately have to be more careful next time. |
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| "Thanks, Janet. I owe you." |
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| They turned back to the others as General Hammond entered the infirmary. He nodded to the SG1 team in greeting, and turned to Janet. |
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| "What's the diagnosis, doctor?" |
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| "Well sir, the effects of the electrical signal sent out by the globe have already almost completely worn off, but Dr Jackson still has a slightly higher than normal seratonin level, and he's still drowsy from the sedatives. I'd like to keep him under observation for a few days just to be safe. And Major Carter's wrist seems to be healing fine, it should also be fully recovered in a few days." |
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| Hammond nodded again. "Very well. SG1, with the exception of Dr Jackson who will remain in the infirmary, is on downtime until then." |
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| Jack couldn't help the grin that spread over his face as Hammond strode from the room. |
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| "So, Carter, how 'bout that fishing trip?" |
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| *** end! |
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