Stargate Fanfic: “Six Things You Shouldn’t Think About Your 2IC”
Title: “Six Things You Shouldn’t Think About Your 2IC”
Author: LexKitten
Summary: Six inappropriate things Jack shouldn’t have thought (but did).
Episodes (Spoilers/Related): 1x19 “Tin Man”, 7x16 “Death Knell”
Rating: PG-13 for mild sexual references.
A/N: For the Fanfic division of Challenge 115 at sj_everyday. Thanks to bluewillowtree for the beta!
Also, a million apologies that I *still* haven’t posted an update of Unplanned Parenthood. I am having some terrible writers block >.<
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1. Damn, she looks hot running for her life.
There’s a good reason that fraternising between officers is against the regs. Because fraternising leads to bad thoughts - usually at the worst possible times. Like in the field, when you’re taking heavy fire and running for your life, fireballs blazing overhead, and the gate’s still a good twenty yards away. Times like that, a CO’s gotta protect his team; he’s gotta have his head in the game. It’s really not a good time to be looking at your 2IC’s ass. But damned if Jack can help himself.
2. Thank God for enclosed spaces.
Being trapped in a ventilation tunnel with a slowly depleting air supply and no foreseeable means of escape shouldn’t really be fun. Carter’s still trying to think of a science miracle to get them out, wriggling against him trying to reach this panel or that rivet. Jack knows he should be worried right about now. But it’s hard to feel all that upset when he’s got a gorgeous blond pressed against him.
Jack closes his eyes and thinks there are worse ways to die. And Carter mumbles awkwardly against his neck, “Um, Sir… that’s your sidearm, right?”
3. The things I could do with a robot Carter…
He tries to avoid looking at his own robot clone. It’s freaking him out that they have the exact same mannerisms - right down to the bemused frown.
Carter’s making awkward conversation with her mechanical twin. They’re talking shop, of course, speculating on what kind of circuitry the robot doubles use. Just for the tiniest split second, Jack wonders if Robot Carter can be programmed to obey commands…and he wonders how realistic that synthetic mouth is.
He catches Robot Jack’s eye and knows instantly that the machine’s circuit board brain was just wondering the same thing.
4. Please, let this be one of those naked ceremonial offerings...
When you’ve encountered a few hundred alien cultures, you think you’ve seen it all. Jack’s seen quite a few weird religious rituals; he’s been forced to take part in a few too many. Though there’s one kind of ceremony he never gets tired of - the naked ones.
Sure, being stripped naked in front of the guys and a bunch of strangers is a bit embarrassing. And usually, these ceremonies involve threats to sacrifice SG-1 in a holy bonfire or on the knives of virtue, so that’s not good either. And half the time Jack has to stumble back through the gate butt-naked because somehow, he’s the only one who can’t find his clothes as they scramble away.
But seeing Carter’s ass makes up for it all.
5. Her hair smells nice
He holds her close and tries not to shake, because he can feel her shaking and he doesn’t want to worry her. She’s been through enough - God knows how she survived on her own, running from that Frankenstein’s monster super-soldier. But that’s Carter. She doesn’t look it, but she’s tough.
She rests her head on his shoulder, leaning against him like a Carter-sized rag doll. He doesn’t even mind that she’s half crushing his ribs. At least she’s there. Jack puts his cheek against her head and lets out the breath he’s been holding since she went missing. Finally, his heart starts to beat normally again.
He knows he shouldn’t feel like this - like his heart’s just been torn out of his chest and stitched back in again. Carter’s a solider, after all. Risking life and limb is part of the job; Jack knows that as well as anyone. And he’s supposed to think of the mission above all, to put the big picture before his personal feelings for his team.
But this is Carter, for cryin’ out loud. She’s not just any 2IC. She’s his 2IC. She’s special. She’s irreplaceable. And the thought of losing her nearly killed him.
So after all that, Jack holds her in his arms, and all he can think is how damn relived he is to have her safe, and how nice her hair smells.
6. If only she wasn’t.
This one is probably the worst. Because he thinks it all the time. When they’re under fire, or trapped in some holding cell, or on a stolen ship hurtling out of control, or fighting invisible space demons, or in his TV room with Daniel and Teal’c watching reruns on cable.
And it’s a terrible thought, because she’s a brilliant 2IC. The best Jack could hope for. She’d have her own team by now, if he could bear to let her go.
Still, if only she wasn’t his 2IC. He'd do a few things differently. Say a few things he's been biting back. And he could think all those things he's not supposed to think, because she's his 2IC. If only she wasn't.
But she is. So he keeps his thoughts to himself.
Author: LexKitten
Summary: Six inappropriate things Jack shouldn’t have thought (but did).
Episodes (Spoilers/Related): 1x19 “Tin Man”, 7x16 “Death Knell”
Rating: PG-13 for mild sexual references.
A/N: For the Fanfic division of Challenge 115 at sj_everyday. Thanks to bluewillowtree for the beta!
Also, a million apologies that I *still* haven’t posted an update of Unplanned Parenthood. I am having some terrible writers block >.<
***
1. Damn, she looks hot running for her life.
There’s a good reason that fraternising between officers is against the regs. Because fraternising leads to bad thoughts - usually at the worst possible times. Like in the field, when you’re taking heavy fire and running for your life, fireballs blazing overhead, and the gate’s still a good twenty yards away. Times like that, a CO’s gotta protect his team; he’s gotta have his head in the game. It’s really not a good time to be looking at your 2IC’s ass. But damned if Jack can help himself.
2. Thank God for enclosed spaces.
Being trapped in a ventilation tunnel with a slowly depleting air supply and no foreseeable means of escape shouldn’t really be fun. Carter’s still trying to think of a science miracle to get them out, wriggling against him trying to reach this panel or that rivet. Jack knows he should be worried right about now. But it’s hard to feel all that upset when he’s got a gorgeous blond pressed against him.
Jack closes his eyes and thinks there are worse ways to die. And Carter mumbles awkwardly against his neck, “Um, Sir… that’s your sidearm, right?”
3. The things I could do with a robot Carter…
He tries to avoid looking at his own robot clone. It’s freaking him out that they have the exact same mannerisms - right down to the bemused frown.
Carter’s making awkward conversation with her mechanical twin. They’re talking shop, of course, speculating on what kind of circuitry the robot doubles use. Just for the tiniest split second, Jack wonders if Robot Carter can be programmed to obey commands…and he wonders how realistic that synthetic mouth is.
He catches Robot Jack’s eye and knows instantly that the machine’s circuit board brain was just wondering the same thing.
4. Please, let this be one of those naked ceremonial offerings...
When you’ve encountered a few hundred alien cultures, you think you’ve seen it all. Jack’s seen quite a few weird religious rituals; he’s been forced to take part in a few too many. Though there’s one kind of ceremony he never gets tired of - the naked ones.
Sure, being stripped naked in front of the guys and a bunch of strangers is a bit embarrassing. And usually, these ceremonies involve threats to sacrifice SG-1 in a holy bonfire or on the knives of virtue, so that’s not good either. And half the time Jack has to stumble back through the gate butt-naked because somehow, he’s the only one who can’t find his clothes as they scramble away.
But seeing Carter’s ass makes up for it all.
5. Her hair smells nice
He holds her close and tries not to shake, because he can feel her shaking and he doesn’t want to worry her. She’s been through enough - God knows how she survived on her own, running from that Frankenstein’s monster super-soldier. But that’s Carter. She doesn’t look it, but she’s tough.
She rests her head on his shoulder, leaning against him like a Carter-sized rag doll. He doesn’t even mind that she’s half crushing his ribs. At least she’s there. Jack puts his cheek against her head and lets out the breath he’s been holding since she went missing. Finally, his heart starts to beat normally again.
He knows he shouldn’t feel like this - like his heart’s just been torn out of his chest and stitched back in again. Carter’s a solider, after all. Risking life and limb is part of the job; Jack knows that as well as anyone. And he’s supposed to think of the mission above all, to put the big picture before his personal feelings for his team.
But this is Carter, for cryin’ out loud. She’s not just any 2IC. She’s his 2IC. She’s special. She’s irreplaceable. And the thought of losing her nearly killed him.
So after all that, Jack holds her in his arms, and all he can think is how damn relived he is to have her safe, and how nice her hair smells.
6. If only she wasn’t.
This one is probably the worst. Because he thinks it all the time. When they’re under fire, or trapped in some holding cell, or on a stolen ship hurtling out of control, or fighting invisible space demons, or in his TV room with Daniel and Teal’c watching reruns on cable.
And it’s a terrible thought, because she’s a brilliant 2IC. The best Jack could hope for. She’d have her own team by now, if he could bear to let her go.
Still, if only she wasn’t his 2IC. He'd do a few things differently. Say a few things he's been biting back. And he could think all those things he's not supposed to think, because she's his 2IC. If only she wasn't.
But she is. So he keeps his thoughts to himself.