Fic: Classic (PG) (1/1)
Title: Classic
Author: Divine Joker
Rating: PG
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. This is the second story of the weekend; the first can be found here.
As always, a debt of servitude to the ever-faithful triciabyrne1978.
[start]
She was quiet as he flew. The entirety of light in the cockpit was provided by the light of the moon and the numerous signals and gauges of the aircraft. Looking at him in the darkness, she couldn’t help but smile at his childlike state of buying - and flying - the plane. He’d been so excited to show it to her, to really have her be excited too.
And she was, on the inside. There were moments when tempering Jack O’Neill meant calming your own emotions. Still, she didn’t want him to think her ungrateful for his momentous step in proving his commitment to their relationship.
Sam reached across the small space between them and took his hand; small planes meant tight quarters, but it would suit their needs, she knew. He wouldn’t have bought the plane if it would only have flown half-way to Minnesota. Jack might have sometimes been seen as a conservative man, but when he wanted something, there was nothing stopping him from getting it.
He looked over at her and smiled.
“You can fly home,” he conceded, though she knew that flying was almost as important to him as the Stargate.
“That’s okay; I kind of like the view.”
They fell into silence again, Jack occasionally adjusting some of the dials and levers.
They’d taken off from the airstrip almost four hours ago, and there hadn’t been much of anything said between them since then. There had never been any need for filling the silence when they were alone; they would say what needed to be said, what they wanted to say.
The warmth of his fingers was relaxing, as was flying again. It’d been too long since she’d been up in the air for her own purpose and she found that she’d missed it terribly. There were so many emotions flowing in the blood while soaring 17,000 feet in the air under your own hand. Commercial airliners were never quite as appealing to her after she’d learned to fly by herself. It was just as relaxing to have Jack flying for her.
Jack talked to the airstrip controller, asking permission for a runway and then he turned to her. “We’ll be down in about ten minutes,” he said, pointing down slightly to the right.
She could make out the soft glow of distant runway lights and smiled. Glancing at her watch, she turned to him and nodded. It was only 10 o’clock; not bad timing for a weekend away.
Sam could feel the engine throttle back, the plane decelerate and lose altitude and then they were taxiing to a hangar not too different from the one that they’d left. Jack locked down some of the systems and checked his information, making sure that the plane was proper before turning to her and grinning like a five-year-old with a model plane at Christmas.
“Perfect.”
She laughed and tugged off her harness. Sam unlocked the door and stepped out into the crisp Minnesota evening. She could hear someone calling out from across the tarmac and stepped around the end to stand next to Jack as the controller finally reached them.
“Hey, thanks again for staying open a little later for us.” Jack said, by way of introduction.
“No worries, General; always happy to help the Air Force.” The short man turned to Sam and nodded an acknowledgment. “Pleasure to meet you, Mrs. O’Neill.”
Before Sam could correct him, Jack reached out and grabbed her hand, silencing her usual retort. He shot her a glance and smiled beatifically before turning back to their company. “Did you get the car I asked for?” he asked, in a pleasant voice that distracted the controller from needing any response from Sam.
“Oh! Of course.” His fished in his pockets and retrieved key ring with two keys attached to it. “Mrs. Gregors was more than happy to take your cheque, sir, and says that she hopes that it all works out for you.”
“Excellent,” he said, snatching the keys from his fingers and looking like he would have rubbed his hands together as his apparently evil plan was taking shape.
Sam laughed at him, shaking her head.
“Perfect, Allan. I can’t thank you enough. Hopefully this is the last time we’ll be coming in so late.” Jack charm oozed over the ever-charmed Allan, who could only take the gratitude with a stutter and blush. “If you could park it tomorrow morning, we’ll be heading back south in the late afternoon on Sunday.”
He bent to Jack’s wishes and with a wave of his hand, headed back across the runway to the offices.
Jack had just turned to grab their bags from the back of the plane when he called back to them.
“General!”
Jack turned.
“The car’s over in the lot.”
Jack waved a hand in understanding and, looping one bag over his shoulder and taking the other in his free hand, he took Sam’s hand and led her behind the hanger bays and into the ‘parking lot’ that consisted of one light standing lonesome in the middle. Underneath it, bathed in the liquid gold glow of the dilapidated lamp, sat a gloriously refurbished red and black 1969 Mustang.
She was completely speechless.
“So,” Jack started as if it were everyday that they walked across such a beautiful car, “I talked to Mrs. Gregors about this,” he gestured vaguely in its direction. “Her son, who needed to sell it to go to school, had worked on the outside first. It’s driveable, she guarantees, but the insides need a...”
Sam pulled him to her, kissing him with as much gratitude and love as she could think to put into a simple caress. His last words were muffled against her lips and she smiled, nipping his bottom lip lovingly. She stepped back and looked at him, still a little shocked. Putting her hands on either side of his face, she kissed him a little gentler pulled back with a playful sounding smack.
Jack took a deep calming breath, licked his lips and continued as if nothing had happened. “The insides need a little work, which I’m sure you won’t mind tinkering with...”
She laughed out loud, completely amazed by him, yet again.
“I love you,” she said through her giggles and smiled as his eyes lit up in the dim light.
[end]
Author: Divine Joker
Rating: PG
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. This is the second story of the weekend; the first can be found here.
As always, a debt of servitude to the ever-faithful triciabyrne1978.
[start]
She was quiet as he flew. The entirety of light in the cockpit was provided by the light of the moon and the numerous signals and gauges of the aircraft. Looking at him in the darkness, she couldn’t help but smile at his childlike state of buying - and flying - the plane. He’d been so excited to show it to her, to really have her be excited too.
And she was, on the inside. There were moments when tempering Jack O’Neill meant calming your own emotions. Still, she didn’t want him to think her ungrateful for his momentous step in proving his commitment to their relationship.
Sam reached across the small space between them and took his hand; small planes meant tight quarters, but it would suit their needs, she knew. He wouldn’t have bought the plane if it would only have flown half-way to Minnesota. Jack might have sometimes been seen as a conservative man, but when he wanted something, there was nothing stopping him from getting it.
He looked over at her and smiled.
“You can fly home,” he conceded, though she knew that flying was almost as important to him as the Stargate.
“That’s okay; I kind of like the view.”
They fell into silence again, Jack occasionally adjusting some of the dials and levers.
They’d taken off from the airstrip almost four hours ago, and there hadn’t been much of anything said between them since then. There had never been any need for filling the silence when they were alone; they would say what needed to be said, what they wanted to say.
The warmth of his fingers was relaxing, as was flying again. It’d been too long since she’d been up in the air for her own purpose and she found that she’d missed it terribly. There were so many emotions flowing in the blood while soaring 17,000 feet in the air under your own hand. Commercial airliners were never quite as appealing to her after she’d learned to fly by herself. It was just as relaxing to have Jack flying for her.
Jack talked to the airstrip controller, asking permission for a runway and then he turned to her. “We’ll be down in about ten minutes,” he said, pointing down slightly to the right.
She could make out the soft glow of distant runway lights and smiled. Glancing at her watch, she turned to him and nodded. It was only 10 o’clock; not bad timing for a weekend away.
Sam could feel the engine throttle back, the plane decelerate and lose altitude and then they were taxiing to a hangar not too different from the one that they’d left. Jack locked down some of the systems and checked his information, making sure that the plane was proper before turning to her and grinning like a five-year-old with a model plane at Christmas.
“Perfect.”
She laughed and tugged off her harness. Sam unlocked the door and stepped out into the crisp Minnesota evening. She could hear someone calling out from across the tarmac and stepped around the end to stand next to Jack as the controller finally reached them.
“Hey, thanks again for staying open a little later for us.” Jack said, by way of introduction.
“No worries, General; always happy to help the Air Force.” The short man turned to Sam and nodded an acknowledgment. “Pleasure to meet you, Mrs. O’Neill.”
Before Sam could correct him, Jack reached out and grabbed her hand, silencing her usual retort. He shot her a glance and smiled beatifically before turning back to their company. “Did you get the car I asked for?” he asked, in a pleasant voice that distracted the controller from needing any response from Sam.
“Oh! Of course.” His fished in his pockets and retrieved key ring with two keys attached to it. “Mrs. Gregors was more than happy to take your cheque, sir, and says that she hopes that it all works out for you.”
“Excellent,” he said, snatching the keys from his fingers and looking like he would have rubbed his hands together as his apparently evil plan was taking shape.
Sam laughed at him, shaking her head.
“Perfect, Allan. I can’t thank you enough. Hopefully this is the last time we’ll be coming in so late.” Jack charm oozed over the ever-charmed Allan, who could only take the gratitude with a stutter and blush. “If you could park it tomorrow morning, we’ll be heading back south in the late afternoon on Sunday.”
He bent to Jack’s wishes and with a wave of his hand, headed back across the runway to the offices.
Jack had just turned to grab their bags from the back of the plane when he called back to them.
“General!”
Jack turned.
“The car’s over in the lot.”
Jack waved a hand in understanding and, looping one bag over his shoulder and taking the other in his free hand, he took Sam’s hand and led her behind the hanger bays and into the ‘parking lot’ that consisted of one light standing lonesome in the middle. Underneath it, bathed in the liquid gold glow of the dilapidated lamp, sat a gloriously refurbished red and black 1969 Mustang.
She was completely speechless.
“So,” Jack started as if it were everyday that they walked across such a beautiful car, “I talked to Mrs. Gregors about this,” he gestured vaguely in its direction. “Her son, who needed to sell it to go to school, had worked on the outside first. It’s driveable, she guarantees, but the insides need a...”
Sam pulled him to her, kissing him with as much gratitude and love as she could think to put into a simple caress. His last words were muffled against her lips and she smiled, nipping his bottom lip lovingly. She stepped back and looked at him, still a little shocked. Putting her hands on either side of his face, she kissed him a little gentler pulled back with a playful sounding smack.
Jack took a deep calming breath, licked his lips and continued as if nothing had happened. “The insides need a little work, which I’m sure you won’t mind tinkering with...”
She laughed out loud, completely amazed by him, yet again.
“I love you,” she said through her giggles and smiled as his eyes lit up in the dim light.
[end]