New Fic: Plane Simple (1/1) (G)
Title: Plane Simple
Author: Divine Joker
Rating: G
Spoilers: Post-Origin, Pre-Beachhead
Pairing: Sam/Jack
Disclaimer: They don’t belong to me. I am not making any money off of this creation.
A/N: It’s been well on two years since I wrote anything Sam/Jack worth mentioning. This here is the first in a series that highlights the first weekend that Sam and Jack make it to the cabin alone. Each story is its own, but short (+/- 1200 words) and all combine to make one whole weekend. I hope. Kudos to triciabyrne1978 for not finding me annoying in all mypathetic questions.
She’d been there before, in all its rustic glory. Jack’s prized cabin, resting silently on the shores of his mostly fish-less pond. Fishing - though still highly over-rated in her mind - was still up there on his ‘things to do on downtime’ list. She could understand his need to sit still, stop thinking, stop worrying and stop being in control of himself. Sam needed time like that too.
There were a lot of good memories surrounding the cabin - always with the boys - so when Jack had idly mentioned that he had some downtime coming, she more than willingly moved heaven and earth to have some time too.
Illicit rendevous’ notwithstanding, their relationship had been pretty obvious to anyone who knew them. It wasn’t questioned whether they were breaking rules or compromising their friends and planet, because anyone who knew them knew their principles. If then-Major Sam Carter and then-Colonel Jack O’Neill felt that they could handle a situation that involved the lives of the other and come to the right decision, then who was a mere mortal to disagree?
There would have been many people to speak out against them, she knew then and even now, if it had been confirmed by anyone outside of the SGC. As it was though, anyone who knew for sure about their conduct was more than capable of keeping their mouths shut.
Even their mutual agreement that maybe they shouldn’t take the risk anymore - after some questionable events on both of their parts - they were professional, friendly and still thinking on the same wavelength they’d been operating on for years. It’d been almost a year for them to come to the same conclusion - death being the catalyst - that there was nothing that was going to change between them and didn’t they just deserve it?
So, Jack was off to Washington and Sam was down to Nevada with daily phone calls and intermittent meetings that were mostly in Washington.
The cabin though, that was their goal. Forty eight uninterrupted hours of songbirds, fishing and copious amounts of... quality time.
She smiled to herself as she watched a small plane make its way down to the private strip; the soft purr disappearing over the flat nothingness of the Colorado field. It was the perfect weekend here, but if they tempted fate and stayed within phoning distance, she’d be spending time on base whether she liked it or not.
Right then, she wouldn’t have liked it.
So Jack was picking her up.
In style.
She’d almost laughed at him when he told her to pack a bag and hop a flight to Denver; he was going to come and get her.
“Pick me up where?” she had asked, sceptically.
“Just a little place north of there; I’ll email you directions.”
“You’re not going to stand me up, are you General?” She said, smiling into the phone as she had looked at the folders in front of her.
“Carter, eight years of dancing around this thing; we’ve been standing next to each other. I’ve never ditched on a promise, have I?” It was said in such a mater-of-fact voice that she had been stunned silent. “Don’t be late.”
So, she’d taken her flight, got an outrageously expensive taxi and had made it to their meeting place on time. Major General Jack O’Neill had yet to make an appearance.
Sam had taken her bags over to a bench sitting next to the hangar. The sun was sitting awfully close to the horizon, and she was a little worried about nightfall. Glancing around the interior of one of the hangar bays, she sighed and began to pace. On her tenth pass, she saw him across the tarmac.
Jeans, leather jacket and the standard pilot’s glasses and he still looked like a General. It was all in the shoulders, she decided, watching him talk with another man. He had some files in his hands, but the rigidness of his shoulders made him noticeably taller than the other man, who looked shabby and slumped compared to him. Jack’s silver hair was highlighted in the golden sunset, and contrasted amazingly with the black of his jacket. He was striking.
He laughed at something the other man said and keeping the folders that he carried, shook hands.
Sam smiled at him as he made his way across the runway, his smile still in place. For the last twenty feet he loped forward, tilting his head as if he could inspect her from another angle. Then his smile morphed into a grin.
“Hey, Carter.”
She couldn’t help but grin back. With ease and long-practice, he leaned forward and met her with a soft, short kiss of hello. Her eyes closed and she sighed in contentment, only to have him kiss her a little harder before stepping back.
“I’ve got a surprise.” He said, raising an eyebrow in earnest.
“I’m not too sure I like most of your surprises.” She shot back, thinking back to his ‘surprise’ of moving to Washington.
“No, no, I’m pretty sure you’re going to like this one. Come on, now, can’t you see the sun’s setting?” He looked up into the sky and shook his head before reaching over to playfully take her hand. “This way.”
He dragged her for a few feet before she got the pace and, finally striding in time with him, laced her fingers with his. She thought back to all the times they’d been able to pull this off in the field - four, she remembered quite clearly - and only for short times. This was so much better.
He pulled her into one of the last bays and spread his arms wide, displaying the single-engine plane in the shadows. He sighed happily and with extravagance, flipped on the hangar light.
Sam narrowed her eyes and cleared her throat. “You bought a plane.” It was a statement because his actions had already negated the question.
Jack grinned happily and laughed. “It’s just a small one. What do you think?”
She turned to him with a doubtful look in her eyes. “You bought a plane?”
His enthusiasm faltered for a moment, but he seemed to pick it right back up before he spoke. “Of course; think about it,” he started, stepping up and laying an almost worshipful hand on the propeller. “You and I hook up in Denver, and then it’s just... you and I. No more switching planes, getting to the cabin at different times, with two cars; no more leaving at different times...” he trailed off then, a pleading look in his eyes as he hoped she would catch his intent.
She’d been smiling since the first time he’d said ‘you and I’ and she was sold to the idea by the time he said it again. It was perfect.
And then he added the surprise.
“Besides, we bought a plane.”
Author: Divine Joker
Rating: G
Spoilers: Post-Origin, Pre-Beachhead
Pairing: Sam/Jack
Disclaimer: They don’t belong to me. I am not making any money off of this creation.
A/N: It’s been well on two years since I wrote anything Sam/Jack worth mentioning. This here is the first in a series that highlights the first weekend that Sam and Jack make it to the cabin alone. Each story is its own, but short (+/- 1200 words) and all combine to make one whole weekend. I hope. Kudos to triciabyrne1978 for not finding me annoying in all mypathetic questions.
She’d been there before, in all its rustic glory. Jack’s prized cabin, resting silently on the shores of his mostly fish-less pond. Fishing - though still highly over-rated in her mind - was still up there on his ‘things to do on downtime’ list. She could understand his need to sit still, stop thinking, stop worrying and stop being in control of himself. Sam needed time like that too.
There were a lot of good memories surrounding the cabin - always with the boys - so when Jack had idly mentioned that he had some downtime coming, she more than willingly moved heaven and earth to have some time too.
Illicit rendevous’ notwithstanding, their relationship had been pretty obvious to anyone who knew them. It wasn’t questioned whether they were breaking rules or compromising their friends and planet, because anyone who knew them knew their principles. If then-Major Sam Carter and then-Colonel Jack O’Neill felt that they could handle a situation that involved the lives of the other and come to the right decision, then who was a mere mortal to disagree?
There would have been many people to speak out against them, she knew then and even now, if it had been confirmed by anyone outside of the SGC. As it was though, anyone who knew for sure about their conduct was more than capable of keeping their mouths shut.
Even their mutual agreement that maybe they shouldn’t take the risk anymore - after some questionable events on both of their parts - they were professional, friendly and still thinking on the same wavelength they’d been operating on for years. It’d been almost a year for them to come to the same conclusion - death being the catalyst - that there was nothing that was going to change between them and didn’t they just deserve it?
So, Jack was off to Washington and Sam was down to Nevada with daily phone calls and intermittent meetings that were mostly in Washington.
The cabin though, that was their goal. Forty eight uninterrupted hours of songbirds, fishing and copious amounts of... quality time.
She smiled to herself as she watched a small plane make its way down to the private strip; the soft purr disappearing over the flat nothingness of the Colorado field. It was the perfect weekend here, but if they tempted fate and stayed within phoning distance, she’d be spending time on base whether she liked it or not.
Right then, she wouldn’t have liked it.
So Jack was picking her up.
In style.
She’d almost laughed at him when he told her to pack a bag and hop a flight to Denver; he was going to come and get her.
“Pick me up where?” she had asked, sceptically.
“Just a little place north of there; I’ll email you directions.”
“You’re not going to stand me up, are you General?” She said, smiling into the phone as she had looked at the folders in front of her.
“Carter, eight years of dancing around this thing; we’ve been standing next to each other. I’ve never ditched on a promise, have I?” It was said in such a mater-of-fact voice that she had been stunned silent. “Don’t be late.”
So, she’d taken her flight, got an outrageously expensive taxi and had made it to their meeting place on time. Major General Jack O’Neill had yet to make an appearance.
Sam had taken her bags over to a bench sitting next to the hangar. The sun was sitting awfully close to the horizon, and she was a little worried about nightfall. Glancing around the interior of one of the hangar bays, she sighed and began to pace. On her tenth pass, she saw him across the tarmac.
Jeans, leather jacket and the standard pilot’s glasses and he still looked like a General. It was all in the shoulders, she decided, watching him talk with another man. He had some files in his hands, but the rigidness of his shoulders made him noticeably taller than the other man, who looked shabby and slumped compared to him. Jack’s silver hair was highlighted in the golden sunset, and contrasted amazingly with the black of his jacket. He was striking.
He laughed at something the other man said and keeping the folders that he carried, shook hands.
Sam smiled at him as he made his way across the runway, his smile still in place. For the last twenty feet he loped forward, tilting his head as if he could inspect her from another angle. Then his smile morphed into a grin.
“Hey, Carter.”
She couldn’t help but grin back. With ease and long-practice, he leaned forward and met her with a soft, short kiss of hello. Her eyes closed and she sighed in contentment, only to have him kiss her a little harder before stepping back.
“I’ve got a surprise.” He said, raising an eyebrow in earnest.
“I’m not too sure I like most of your surprises.” She shot back, thinking back to his ‘surprise’ of moving to Washington.
“No, no, I’m pretty sure you’re going to like this one. Come on, now, can’t you see the sun’s setting?” He looked up into the sky and shook his head before reaching over to playfully take her hand. “This way.”
He dragged her for a few feet before she got the pace and, finally striding in time with him, laced her fingers with his. She thought back to all the times they’d been able to pull this off in the field - four, she remembered quite clearly - and only for short times. This was so much better.
He pulled her into one of the last bays and spread his arms wide, displaying the single-engine plane in the shadows. He sighed happily and with extravagance, flipped on the hangar light.
Sam narrowed her eyes and cleared her throat. “You bought a plane.” It was a statement because his actions had already negated the question.
Jack grinned happily and laughed. “It’s just a small one. What do you think?”
She turned to him with a doubtful look in her eyes. “You bought a plane?”
His enthusiasm faltered for a moment, but he seemed to pick it right back up before he spoke. “Of course; think about it,” he started, stepping up and laying an almost worshipful hand on the propeller. “You and I hook up in Denver, and then it’s just... you and I. No more switching planes, getting to the cabin at different times, with two cars; no more leaving at different times...” he trailed off then, a pleading look in his eyes as he hoped she would catch his intent.
She’d been smiling since the first time he’d said ‘you and I’ and she was sold to the idea by the time he said it again. It was perfect.
And then he added the surprise.
“Besides, we bought a plane.”