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| Title: Regular, Non-World-saving People Author: Nicky Chevalier Email: Nickychevalier@y... Category: Sam/Jack Romance, PWP Status: Complete Rating: G Content Warnings: Umm... should I warn about gratuitious sap? Other than that, none. Spoilers: None Archive: S/J Archive, Heliopolis, anywhere else just let me know where it goes. Summary: Sam, Jack, and an instant messenger. |
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| Disclaimer: I'm sure there are just loads of people out there who believe these characters belong to me, so you should probably know that MGM, Gekko, and Double Secret Productions actually owns 'em. I didn't exactly steal them, I just kind of took them without asking. I meant no infringement, no money changed hands, and I promise I'll return them when I'm done. | |||
| Author's notes: I have no idea where this came from. Insomnia, probably. It's after four in the morning, so those of you expecting continuity, any kind of believable character arc, or in fact any kind of plot at all, should probably go find something else to read. :) | |||
| *** | |||
| Dropping my keys onto the coffee table, I boot up my computer and head for the kitchen to make myself a sandwich while it loads. The knife clangs noisily against the steel as I throw it into the empty sink. | |||
| I start hungrily on my sandwich and listen to the sound of my modem as I wait for it to connect to the internet, mentally ticking off the things I have to do while I'm online. There's Mark's email to reply to, and the research I should have done today but didn't get around to, and Dr Mendoza is still waiting for that information I promised to send him three days ago... | |||
| But Polyolefin thermal stability and polarized radiation are quickly forgotten with the musical ~ding~ of my instant messenger program. That didn't take long, I've barely been home ten minutes. | |||
| <<ColonelJack: Hey babe, wanna chat?>> | |||
| Smiling wryly, I hit respond. | |||
| <<Sam_I_Am: Hey Jack, what's up? You miss me already?>> | |||
| We've been doing this for well over a year now. At work we're still Colonel and Carter, CO and 2IC, and we don't talk about these online discussions. We follow the regs and we save the world and we don't cross the line. But we both needed an outlet and this is it. This is where we get to be Sam and Jack, regular, non-world-saving people for a few hours. | |||
| <<ColonelJack: If I say yes will that make me a lovesick, besotted old romantic?>> | |||
| I can't help but laugh at his dramatics. | |||
| <<;Sam_I_Am: Definately.>> | |||
| <<ColonelJack: Well then no, I don't miss you at all...>> | |||
| I love him, and he loves me; and one of these days the airforce is going to stop keeping us apart and we'll live happily ever after... well except for the times when he orders pepperoni on my pizza, or I come back from the video store with only sci-fis and Kevin Costner movies, or he leaves the toilet seat up and his wet towels on the floor... but for the rest of the time we'll live happily ever after. But until that happens this is the best we can do. | |||
| <<Sam_I_Am: Great, well, I'll just be going then...>> | |||
| I grin as his answer comes back almost immediately. | |||
| <<ColonelJack: No no no, I do miss you, I missed you from the moment you got in the elevator, and I've been waiting for you to come online since I got home.>> | |||
| I don't know whether to laugh or cry, so I busy myself with replying before I can make up my mind. | |||
| <<Sam_I_Am: Well, you lovesick, besotted old romantic... if it makes you feel any better I miss you too. Which is actually quite sad considering we saw each other not one hour ago.>> | |||
| I take my empty plate to the sink while I wait for his reply, pouring myself a cup of steaming coffee while I'm there. | |||
| <<ColonelJack: Very true. So, what are you up to over there? I didn't interupt anything did I?>> | |||
| <<ColonelJack: Sam? You still there?>> | |||
| I shake my head at his impatience and sit back down, careful not to spill coffee on the keyboard. | |||
| <<Sam_I_Am: Sorry, still here, just getting my caffeine fix. No, you didn't interupt anything, I'm just doing some research for a project I'm working on. Nothing important.>> | |||
| <<ColonelJack: Oh? What project?>> | |||
| I shake my head again in amusement. I don't know why he asks me those questions, he never likes the answers... | |||
| <<Sam_I_Am: Relativistic kinetic equation for induced Compton scattering of polarized radiation.>> | |||
| Wait for it... | |||
| <<ColonelJack: Well, not that that doesn't sound like loads of fun or anything, but for crying out loud Sam, don't you ever do anything *normal* on your computer?>> | |||
| Oh, I so knew that was coming. | |||
| <<Sam_I_Am: Well, you did ask! And yes, I do normal things on my computer, I'm chatting to you aren't I?>> | |||
| <<ColonelJack: Chatting to me is normal?>> | |||
| Well, I have to admit he's got me there. | |||
| <<Sam_I_Am: You have a point.>> | |||
| <<ColonelJack: Wow, can I get that in writing?>> | |||
| Trying not to laugh with a mouth full of coffee, I roll my eyes in wry amusement and sigh. I wish he was here. | |||
| <<Sam_I_Am: Sure you can, I'll have it on your desk by Monday. Anything else you want on record while I'm at it?>> | |||
| <<ColonelJack: How about "I, Colonel Jonathan Matthew O'Neill, take you, Major Doctor Samantha Carter, to be my lawfully wedded wife...?">> | |||
| I raise me eyebrows at this unexpected outburst of romance, but I'm not really all that surprised. We've discussed marriage before. Just another one of our 'one day's. | |||
| <<Sam_I_Am: To have and to hold, from this day forth, for as long as we both shall live? Sure. I don't know about Monday, but that's definately going on record at some stage.>> | |||
| <<ColonelJack: Cool.>> | |||
| We're quiet for a few minutes, the blinking cursor the only movement on my screen as I read over the promise we just made to each other. And a thought occurs to me. What the hell are we doing? Just because we can't see each other doesn't mean we aren't breaking airforce regulations. We've been breaking them with these conversations for over a year now. So why aren't we doing this properly, instead of hiding behind a pair of computer screens? | |||
| <<ColonelJack: Do you want to go get some dinner? We can pick up Daniel and Teal'c too, if you want, I just want to see you, that's all.>> | |||
| Draining the rest of my coffee, I take it to the sink before I reply, wondering if I'm really typing the words I see appearing in front of me. | |||
| <<Sam_I_Am: Sure, chinese sounds great, you can pick it up on the way over here. And Daniel and Teal'C can get their own dinner.>> | |||
| <<ColonelJack: Are you serious?>> | |||
| I take a deep breath. | |||
| <<Sam_I_Am: Depends. Are you coming over or not?>> | |||
| <<ColonelJack: I'll be right over. Do I really have to stop for Chinese?>> | |||
| I have to laugh at that. | |||
| <<Sam_I_Am: Forget Chinese, don't even stop for a red light if you can possibly help it...>> | |||
| <<ColonelJack has gone offline>> | |||
| *** End. Feedback would make my day. |
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