fic: Crossover, SG-1/BSG, Frustration Overload
Disclaimer: not mine
Rating: er... 18+ish? No sex, but lots of mentions of it, and innuendo. ish.
Fandoms: Stargate: SG-1/newBattlestar Galactica
Pairings: hooboy. Sam Carter/Sam Anders, Kara Thrace/Sam Anders, Sam Carter/Kara Thrace, Sam Carter/Cameron Mitchell, Vala/Everyone, Daniel/Mythology
Set: Mid-season ten of SG-1, after Unfinished Business in BSG-time.
Words: 3,200+ (this was supposed to be small. And a joke. Huh.)
Notes: scarfman gave me the following prompt: Sam and Sam happen on each other and get to commiserating about Kara's unfaithfulness, one thing leads to another, and Kara discovers them in flagrante delicto. You take it from there. Bonus points for making it a Doctor Who three-way. Sadly, I'm not sure this was exactly what he wanted (and did not end up with Doctor Who in it). Thanks to Rhi, Ryuu and Lucy for listening to me gripe about it, and answering important Plot Point questions. Vimes stolen wholly from Terry Pratchett.
Frustration Overload
by ALC Punk!
When the fleet had discovered Earth, the SGC had been in charge of dealing with every aspect of their acclimation and distribution. It was easy for them to send them to a nearby, habitable world with a stargate. As the first contact team, SG-1 was sent with them to continue establishing diplomatic ties. Daniel was happy about getting to talk for hours about the mythology, Teal'c had discovered a love of raptors, and Vala was working her way through the viper pilots while Cameron and Starbuck tried to out fly each other and Sam found herself trying to decipher Dr. Baltar's notes on cylons.
Eventually frustrated at his confusing (and often lunatic) shorthand, Sam finally threw in the towel and went in search of a rest.
In one of the rec rooms, she found a couple civilians having a drink and decided to join them. If nothing else, she could give Daniel more information on the way their society worked. Or so she told herself.
The redheaded woman at the table looked her up and down, then said, tone neutral. "Jean Barolay."
"Sam Carter."
Jean gestured, "Sam Anders, Malcolm Fitzwalter, Gerry Vimes."
"Got an extra glass?"
With a flourish, Sam Anders picked his glass up and set it down in front of Sam. "If that doesn't kill your throat, you're stronger than you look."
Given his tone, Sam knew it was a test. She grabbed the glass and caught a whiff of something like pure-grain alcohol before she downed it in one swallow. It burned going down and a small grenade seemed to have been set off in her stomach, but she survived without more than a faint gasp. Slamming the glass down, she looked around at them, "Another?"
Really. Natives of many planets had tried to screw with her for years--even Jack O'Neill had tried, once upon a time.
With a shrug, more alcohol was distributed, and with it, they asked her questions about Earth.
Sam answered them to the best of her ability, and then got fed up and told them to question Daniel if they were that damned curious. Then the conversation turned to sports and Sam picked up more information about pyramid than she thought she'd ever need. At least it didn't sound as boring as ice hockey.
Jean and Malcolm eventually staggered off, with Anders and Vimes giving them knowing looks. Then Gerry made some excuse about a cute comms tech and disappeared, leaving Sam and Sam with an almost empty bottle and pleasantly hazy states of being.
"So," Anders tipped the last of the bottle into Carter's glass and grinned at her, "How much of the pyramid stuff did you get?"
"Enough," she hedged.
He laughed, then downed the last of his drink and slumped a little in his chair. The laughter had a strange edge to it.
It occurred to Sam, in her haze of inebriation, that Sam Anders was attractive. He was lean and fit, with one decorative tattoo on his arm and the kind of muscle she loved in a man. And he was off-limits, she reminded herself firmly. He was a civilian member of a fleet that was only barely in negotiations with Earth. Getting involved with him was a no-no. Besides, given SG-1's track record, he'd end up murdered and Teal'c would be framed for it. Or he'd be a cylon.
Even if Vala was already going above and beyond the call of duty on that score.
"You married?"
It wasn't the oddest question Sam had ever answered. She shook her head, "Engaged a few times, though."
"Ah." He toyed with his glass for a moment, and then looked at her. His eyes were dark, looking into something Sam couldn't see and wasn't sure she wanted to comprehend. "I am. And she's the best and the worst thing that's ever happened to me."
"Oh?" It was sort of non-committal. His marriage rather put him off-limits. Which was sad, but a girl had to have some standards.
"Yeah. Kara is... working through some problems."
The name sounded familiar, but Sam couldn't really place it. Besides, 'problems' could mean a lot of things, "She's shutting you out?"
"Our marriage doesn't exist anymore, except in name." He slumped deeper into his chair.
Sam had seen a lot of marriages like that, over the years. Especially at the SGC; where it was hard to maintain that kind of connection when one member wasn't able to share everything with the other. She couldn't help but reach out and pat his hand. "Well, if nothing else, Earth can certainly provide marriage counselors. Or you could divorce her."
"Can't." He turned his hand and squeezed hers, then released it and blinked. "Kara believes marriage is a sacrament, and dissolving it is impossible." He shook his head. "Sorry, shouldn't have said anything." He scrubbed a hand through his hair, looking vulnerable. "I should put myself to bed."
"Sounds like a plan." Sam stood, proud to find herself perfectly steady. Then she held out a hand to Anders. "C'mon. I'll walk you."
He took her hand and let her tug him upright. His balance made him sway and he put a hand on her shoulder to steady himself.
For a moment, Sam was very aware that he was taller and pressed against her in a really nice way. Then she shoved the feeling down and carefully stepped away. But not before she glanced up and caught him staring at her with something dark in his eyes. "Where are your quarters?"
The question made him blink before he answered, "Jean's taken them over. I was going to steal a rack in one of the officer sections."
"Right. You'll have to lead the way." Sam had a vague idea how to navigate her way around the Galactica, but she didn't have it memorized deck by deck yet.
Anders took a step and swayed. "Er. Think it's this way." He took another step and stopped. "I think I should have made you drink the last three glasses."
Rolling her eyes, Sam moved and wrapped an arm around his waist. "If you puke on me, I'll drop you where you stand."
"Yes, sir." His arm slid around her shoulder and he started off.
Given their respective heights, they fell into step easily, though Anders was definitely trying not to fall over. Sam firmed her grip on him, reflecting that carting Daniel around all the time had certainly helped her prepare for lugging drunken pyramid players around.
They made it through several corridors before Sam suddenly recognized they were near pilots' quarters. Her guess was confirmed a moment later when Vala came bouncing around the corner, one of the pilots behind her. She stopped and blinked at Sam, then grinned madly, "I see you've finally found one to your liking, Sam. Don't forget the boots outside the door."
"Vala," Sam started, "This isn't--"
But Vala had already continued past them, talking over Sam and giving her advice on how to have proper sex in the racks they had in the pilots' quarters. If Sam could have covered her face with her hand and still seen, she would have. She blushed, instead.
"We almost there?" Sam asked to avoid the awkward moment.
"Two more doors." He confirmed.
Said doors were half a corridor and one corner away. Sam stopped in front of the hatch and peered in, not seeing anyone at all inside. "At least it's empty?"
"Best kind," Anders muttered, pulling away and staggering in and over the lip of the hatchway under his own power.
Sam hurried after him and was glad, as a second later, he tripped over his own feet and she lunged and grabbed his arm, leaning back to keep him from braining himself on the table. "Shit, man, sit down before you fall down."
They both fought for their balance, then found it and Anders turned. The movement pulled Sam flush against his chest and she swallowed as she stared up at him. Damn, he was attractive. Married... she tried to remind herself. One of his hands came up to cup her cheek and then he was bending slightly, lips brushing against hers.
It was the delicateness that undid her. Most men tried to overpower her with kisses, tried to dominate her. Sam Anders didn't.
In fact, he pulled back a moment later, mumbling an apology and starting to untangle them.
Very conscious of what she was doing--drunk or not, she knew this was wrong--Sam reached up and caught his face between her hands and kissed him. She wasn't as gentle as he'd been. A shudder went through him and then he was holding her against him, kissing her with an intensity that seared her down to her boots.
He tasted like the alcohol they'd been drinking, and Sam wondered for an instant if she could get drunker just from the kisses.
Drunken indiscretions, she thought hazily as his hands tugged at the back of her shirt. SG-1 was almost famous for them, and this one could easily go in the history books. Or right next to Daniel's things with half-a-dozen queens. Really, this was nothing compared to Daniel locking them all in a mine while romancing a woman who was just using him.
At least, that's what she told herself while Anders' hands brushed their way up her back.
There was something desperate in his kiss, something human that made her ache and want to stop the pain. Intellectually, Sam knew that this was only making things worse. But her body was in charge more than her mind. And it had been too long since Pete and regular sex.
And he was attractive.
And he was also really good with his hands. She arched slightly, letting a soft moan show her approval when one drifted around to brush a thumb against her breast.
"Gee, Sam. You brought me my own free sex show." The mocking voice made the man in her arms stiffen and pull away.
Not letting out the disappointed sound she felt like making as his hands left her skin, Sam Carter turned and looked at the woman standing in the hatchway. Her flight suit was hanging from her waist, arms bare. And Sam's eyes widened as she took in the tattoo on her arm. A glance at Anders proved it was nearly a match. Sam Anders was married to Cameron's obnoxious pilot rival, Starbuck?
"Kara."
"Sam."
Hearing the hostility in both their voices, Sam stepped away from him further and then coughed, "I should leave. I'm sure you two have things to work out." And she needed to find her bunk and try to pretend her fingers would be enough.
"Oh, no, honey. You should stay," Kara gestured, "Just try not to get my rack too dirty while you're in it."
"Afraid we'll have more fun in it than you do?" Anders asked, his tone of voice taunting.
"Doubt that, Sam." She tilted her head and looked at Carter, "Impressive. Someone finally cracked Colonel Carter. And here I was betting it would be Lt. Gaeta. At least he's got a brain."
Great. Sam did not want to know if there'd been bets. It was probably Vala's fault, too. Everything was Vala's fault. Squaring her shoulders, she felt a draft in the back and reached around to discover her shirt still half-pulled up. With as much dignity as she could, she tugged it down. "This was a mistake, Mr. Anders."
"Sure it was, honey," Starbuck mocked. "You tripped and accidentally groped my husband."
That was a bit too much. Considering the way Anders had been behaving, Sam was pretty sure Kara couldn't care less. Narrowing her eyes, she replied, "And you care?"
A flicker of emotion chased across Kara's face, and then she snorted, "Nope. It's just amusing. Sammy, were you making a statement when you decided to bring a girl back and frak her in my rack?"
"This had nothing to do with you," he snapped.
Sam knew that was a lie, though. In many ways, this entire sordid situation was all because of Starbuck. Remembering she was supposed to be leaving and not helping with couples' therapy--considering her own track record, that was a laughable idea, anyway--Sam glanced at Anders. "You going to be ok?"
He met her eyes, and then nodded, "Yeah."
"Not so fast, honey."
Sam turned to find Kara Thrace standing in her way. She raised her eyebrows, "Going to make a claim on him?"
"Don't have to." Starbuck laughed softly and stepped closer, staring up at Sam. "Guess I can see why he wanted you."
Confused, Sam blinked. "What?"
"Kara--" Anders started, only to be cut off.
"Shut up, Sam."
Before Sam Carter fully comprehended what was happening, Kara Thrace had her hands on her neck, tugging her head down. A moment later, she was on her toes, mouth on Sam's.
It wasn't like kissing Sam Anders. Where he'd been all desperation and sweetness, Kara Thrace was anger and passion. Sam brought her hands up, intending to break free when her body got the better of her. One hand gripped Kara's shirt, the other dropped to her waist. I don't like girls... she thought, hazily.
Maybe she could blame it on the alcohol.
As abruptly as she'd grabbed her, Starbuck released her and stepped back, breathing a little raggedly. "Maybe there's more to you than they say, colonel."
"Ok. Fuck both of you." Sam shoved past her and stalked towards the hatch.
"Hey!" Apparently, Anders had gotten his voice back.
"No." Turning at the hatchway, Sam glared at both of them. "You can fuck with each other, but you don't get to use me in your little war. Got it? Good." She grabbed the hatch and yanked it over, slamming it closed on them.
"Yo, Sam!" Cameron called from up the hallway.
"Hey, Cameron." Getting herself under control, Sam slipped her professional mask back in place and tried to shove the still-tingly bits of herself into a box.
"You seen Starbuck?" he asked as he got to her.
"She's... busy." Sam glanced at the closed hatch, then considered and shrugged. If they wanted the room, they could put their own damn boots outside the door themselves.
"Busy? She said she'd--"
"She's with her husband." Irritated, Sam turned and started down the hallway, in what she hoped was the direction to the quarters SG-1 was sharing.
"Husband?" Cameron sounded confused. "Starbuck's married?"
"To Sam Anders." Remembering that she'd been kissing him not ten minutes before, Sam felt a blush coloring her cheeks. "Pyramid player, I think."
"Huh." Falling into step with her, Cameron poked her with his elbow. "So. You walk in on them, or somethin'?"
"Not exactly."
Cameron let the silence go for a bit, then chuckled, "Sam, you didn't."
She sighed, "I'm not talking to you." Because if there was anyone who knew her well, besides Daniel and Teal'ct || they hadn’t been on SG-1 together for over nine years without knowing each other pretty damned well. Death and rebirth notwithstanding--it was Cameron. They might not have seen each other for years before he joined the SGC, but they'd been at the academy together. And he knew shit about her that no one else did.
"Whoa!" Cameron laughed, "Sam, is this like the third year, with that engineer from Lockheed, who--"
Turning, she grabbed him and pushed him against the wall. "Shut up, Cameron."
He smirked. "It is, isn't it."
Granted, the engineer had been as geeky as they came, but Sam hadn't been able to help not only her crush but sleeping with the man. And almost getting caught. If it hadn't been for Cameron coming to her rescue, there might have been a dishonorable tossing out of the Academy for her, right there. Especially since they could have said she'd done it to get the man to influence people so she could get into NASA. But that wasn't what this had to do with. At all. She was horny and drunk and Cameron was being as much of an ass as the two back in that room.
So she kissed him.
Sam figured she'd done stupider things in her time. Besides, she and Cameron had been flirting for years. If he wasn't really interested in kissing her back, he could push her away.
Hell, she expected him to push her away. Except he didn't.
Instead, Sam had an instant to register that his hands were at her waist and then he was pulling her into his arms and kissing her back with an intensity that made her shiver.
They were in public, Sam tried to remind herself. In a hallway. Where anyone could see two of the Earth officers kissing. Really. This was against regulations, it was against common sense, it was--pretty damn hot. Sam told the logic in her brain to shut up and slipped her fingers into Cameron's hair, holding his head firmly so she could continue kissing him.
Eventually, they had to come up for air. Cameron leaned his forehead against hers. "Sam..."
"There's got to be another empty room we could--" She mumbled, hands moving down his sides.
"Sam," He caught her hands and held them in his, gently. "You're drunk."
"Don't care." She pressed against him, smirking when he groaned.
"I do." Cameron carefully pushed her back, and stepped away from the wall. He was still holding her hands. "Sam, I really like you. You're an awesome friend, and really hot, and--"
"But you don't want to fuck me." Maybe she really was drunk.
"Sam. It's not that--I don't wanna take advantage of you."
"You're not--"
The hatch Sam had exited minutes before clanged open and Sam Anders was shoved out into the corridor, "Frak off, Sam!"
"Kara--"
"NO."
Sam glanced over her shoulder at them, blinking. "Apparently," she muttered as she yanked her hands free of Cameron, "No one's getting laid tonight."
With those words, she shoved past him and stalked off to find their quarters. Or maybe a willing marine. They were buff and burly.
"Sam!" Cameron's concerned voice followed her, as did he. "You need to go to sleep."
"No, what I need is to get laid." Angry almost to the point of tears, Sam turned the corner and slammed into Teal'c.
His large, capable arms kept her from falling to the floor. "Colonel Carter."
"No one wants to have sex with me, Teal'c."
Teal'c glanced over her shoulder at Cameron, who'd stopped to stare at them, and Kara and Anders, who were still arguing. "Perhaps it is not the best time for sexual intercourse at this juncture, Colonel Carter." He tilted his head and smiled at her. "In the morning, would be a better time to engage in such relations."
Suddenly exhausted, Sam slumped. "Fine. Put me to bed, Teal'c. Please."
With another look at the occupants of the hall, Teal'c turned and led Sam to their quarters. Once there, he directed her to a rack and made sure her boots were off and she was tucked in before flipping off the light.
Sam curled on her side and closed her eyes, certain she'd stay awake for a long time.
She was wrong.
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Rating: er... 18+ish? No sex, but lots of mentions of it, and innuendo. ish.
Fandoms: Stargate: SG-1/newBattlestar Galactica
Pairings: hooboy. Sam Carter/Sam Anders, Kara Thrace/Sam Anders, Sam Carter/Kara Thrace, Sam Carter/Cameron Mitchell, Vala/Everyone, Daniel/Mythology
Set: Mid-season ten of SG-1, after Unfinished Business in BSG-time.
Words: 3,200+ (this was supposed to be small. And a joke. Huh.)
Notes: scarfman gave me the following prompt: Sam and Sam happen on each other and get to commiserating about Kara's unfaithfulness, one thing leads to another, and Kara discovers them in flagrante delicto. You take it from there. Bonus points for making it a Doctor Who three-way. Sadly, I'm not sure this was exactly what he wanted (and did not end up with Doctor Who in it). Thanks to Rhi, Ryuu and Lucy for listening to me gripe about it, and answering important Plot Point questions. Vimes stolen wholly from Terry Pratchett.
Frustration Overload
by ALC Punk!
When the fleet had discovered Earth, the SGC had been in charge of dealing with every aspect of their acclimation and distribution. It was easy for them to send them to a nearby, habitable world with a stargate. As the first contact team, SG-1 was sent with them to continue establishing diplomatic ties. Daniel was happy about getting to talk for hours about the mythology, Teal'c had discovered a love of raptors, and Vala was working her way through the viper pilots while Cameron and Starbuck tried to out fly each other and Sam found herself trying to decipher Dr. Baltar's notes on cylons.
Eventually frustrated at his confusing (and often lunatic) shorthand, Sam finally threw in the towel and went in search of a rest.
In one of the rec rooms, she found a couple civilians having a drink and decided to join them. If nothing else, she could give Daniel more information on the way their society worked. Or so she told herself.
The redheaded woman at the table looked her up and down, then said, tone neutral. "Jean Barolay."
"Sam Carter."
Jean gestured, "Sam Anders, Malcolm Fitzwalter, Gerry Vimes."
"Got an extra glass?"
With a flourish, Sam Anders picked his glass up and set it down in front of Sam. "If that doesn't kill your throat, you're stronger than you look."
Given his tone, Sam knew it was a test. She grabbed the glass and caught a whiff of something like pure-grain alcohol before she downed it in one swallow. It burned going down and a small grenade seemed to have been set off in her stomach, but she survived without more than a faint gasp. Slamming the glass down, she looked around at them, "Another?"
Really. Natives of many planets had tried to screw with her for years--even Jack O'Neill had tried, once upon a time.
With a shrug, more alcohol was distributed, and with it, they asked her questions about Earth.
Sam answered them to the best of her ability, and then got fed up and told them to question Daniel if they were that damned curious. Then the conversation turned to sports and Sam picked up more information about pyramid than she thought she'd ever need. At least it didn't sound as boring as ice hockey.
Jean and Malcolm eventually staggered off, with Anders and Vimes giving them knowing looks. Then Gerry made some excuse about a cute comms tech and disappeared, leaving Sam and Sam with an almost empty bottle and pleasantly hazy states of being.
"So," Anders tipped the last of the bottle into Carter's glass and grinned at her, "How much of the pyramid stuff did you get?"
"Enough," she hedged.
He laughed, then downed the last of his drink and slumped a little in his chair. The laughter had a strange edge to it.
It occurred to Sam, in her haze of inebriation, that Sam Anders was attractive. He was lean and fit, with one decorative tattoo on his arm and the kind of muscle she loved in a man. And he was off-limits, she reminded herself firmly. He was a civilian member of a fleet that was only barely in negotiations with Earth. Getting involved with him was a no-no. Besides, given SG-1's track record, he'd end up murdered and Teal'c would be framed for it. Or he'd be a cylon.
Even if Vala was already going above and beyond the call of duty on that score.
"You married?"
It wasn't the oddest question Sam had ever answered. She shook her head, "Engaged a few times, though."
"Ah." He toyed with his glass for a moment, and then looked at her. His eyes were dark, looking into something Sam couldn't see and wasn't sure she wanted to comprehend. "I am. And she's the best and the worst thing that's ever happened to me."
"Oh?" It was sort of non-committal. His marriage rather put him off-limits. Which was sad, but a girl had to have some standards.
"Yeah. Kara is... working through some problems."
The name sounded familiar, but Sam couldn't really place it. Besides, 'problems' could mean a lot of things, "She's shutting you out?"
"Our marriage doesn't exist anymore, except in name." He slumped deeper into his chair.
Sam had seen a lot of marriages like that, over the years. Especially at the SGC; where it was hard to maintain that kind of connection when one member wasn't able to share everything with the other. She couldn't help but reach out and pat his hand. "Well, if nothing else, Earth can certainly provide marriage counselors. Or you could divorce her."
"Can't." He turned his hand and squeezed hers, then released it and blinked. "Kara believes marriage is a sacrament, and dissolving it is impossible." He shook his head. "Sorry, shouldn't have said anything." He scrubbed a hand through his hair, looking vulnerable. "I should put myself to bed."
"Sounds like a plan." Sam stood, proud to find herself perfectly steady. Then she held out a hand to Anders. "C'mon. I'll walk you."
He took her hand and let her tug him upright. His balance made him sway and he put a hand on her shoulder to steady himself.
For a moment, Sam was very aware that he was taller and pressed against her in a really nice way. Then she shoved the feeling down and carefully stepped away. But not before she glanced up and caught him staring at her with something dark in his eyes. "Where are your quarters?"
The question made him blink before he answered, "Jean's taken them over. I was going to steal a rack in one of the officer sections."
"Right. You'll have to lead the way." Sam had a vague idea how to navigate her way around the Galactica, but she didn't have it memorized deck by deck yet.
Anders took a step and swayed. "Er. Think it's this way." He took another step and stopped. "I think I should have made you drink the last three glasses."
Rolling her eyes, Sam moved and wrapped an arm around his waist. "If you puke on me, I'll drop you where you stand."
"Yes, sir." His arm slid around her shoulder and he started off.
Given their respective heights, they fell into step easily, though Anders was definitely trying not to fall over. Sam firmed her grip on him, reflecting that carting Daniel around all the time had certainly helped her prepare for lugging drunken pyramid players around.
They made it through several corridors before Sam suddenly recognized they were near pilots' quarters. Her guess was confirmed a moment later when Vala came bouncing around the corner, one of the pilots behind her. She stopped and blinked at Sam, then grinned madly, "I see you've finally found one to your liking, Sam. Don't forget the boots outside the door."
"Vala," Sam started, "This isn't--"
But Vala had already continued past them, talking over Sam and giving her advice on how to have proper sex in the racks they had in the pilots' quarters. If Sam could have covered her face with her hand and still seen, she would have. She blushed, instead.
"We almost there?" Sam asked to avoid the awkward moment.
"Two more doors." He confirmed.
Said doors were half a corridor and one corner away. Sam stopped in front of the hatch and peered in, not seeing anyone at all inside. "At least it's empty?"
"Best kind," Anders muttered, pulling away and staggering in and over the lip of the hatchway under his own power.
Sam hurried after him and was glad, as a second later, he tripped over his own feet and she lunged and grabbed his arm, leaning back to keep him from braining himself on the table. "Shit, man, sit down before you fall down."
They both fought for their balance, then found it and Anders turned. The movement pulled Sam flush against his chest and she swallowed as she stared up at him. Damn, he was attractive. Married... she tried to remind herself. One of his hands came up to cup her cheek and then he was bending slightly, lips brushing against hers.
It was the delicateness that undid her. Most men tried to overpower her with kisses, tried to dominate her. Sam Anders didn't.
In fact, he pulled back a moment later, mumbling an apology and starting to untangle them.
Very conscious of what she was doing--drunk or not, she knew this was wrong--Sam reached up and caught his face between her hands and kissed him. She wasn't as gentle as he'd been. A shudder went through him and then he was holding her against him, kissing her with an intensity that seared her down to her boots.
He tasted like the alcohol they'd been drinking, and Sam wondered for an instant if she could get drunker just from the kisses.
Drunken indiscretions, she thought hazily as his hands tugged at the back of her shirt. SG-1 was almost famous for them, and this one could easily go in the history books. Or right next to Daniel's things with half-a-dozen queens. Really, this was nothing compared to Daniel locking them all in a mine while romancing a woman who was just using him.
At least, that's what she told herself while Anders' hands brushed their way up her back.
There was something desperate in his kiss, something human that made her ache and want to stop the pain. Intellectually, Sam knew that this was only making things worse. But her body was in charge more than her mind. And it had been too long since Pete and regular sex.
And he was attractive.
And he was also really good with his hands. She arched slightly, letting a soft moan show her approval when one drifted around to brush a thumb against her breast.
"Gee, Sam. You brought me my own free sex show." The mocking voice made the man in her arms stiffen and pull away.
Not letting out the disappointed sound she felt like making as his hands left her skin, Sam Carter turned and looked at the woman standing in the hatchway. Her flight suit was hanging from her waist, arms bare. And Sam's eyes widened as she took in the tattoo on her arm. A glance at Anders proved it was nearly a match. Sam Anders was married to Cameron's obnoxious pilot rival, Starbuck?
"Kara."
"Sam."
Hearing the hostility in both their voices, Sam stepped away from him further and then coughed, "I should leave. I'm sure you two have things to work out." And she needed to find her bunk and try to pretend her fingers would be enough.
"Oh, no, honey. You should stay," Kara gestured, "Just try not to get my rack too dirty while you're in it."
"Afraid we'll have more fun in it than you do?" Anders asked, his tone of voice taunting.
"Doubt that, Sam." She tilted her head and looked at Carter, "Impressive. Someone finally cracked Colonel Carter. And here I was betting it would be Lt. Gaeta. At least he's got a brain."
Great. Sam did not want to know if there'd been bets. It was probably Vala's fault, too. Everything was Vala's fault. Squaring her shoulders, she felt a draft in the back and reached around to discover her shirt still half-pulled up. With as much dignity as she could, she tugged it down. "This was a mistake, Mr. Anders."
"Sure it was, honey," Starbuck mocked. "You tripped and accidentally groped my husband."
That was a bit too much. Considering the way Anders had been behaving, Sam was pretty sure Kara couldn't care less. Narrowing her eyes, she replied, "And you care?"
A flicker of emotion chased across Kara's face, and then she snorted, "Nope. It's just amusing. Sammy, were you making a statement when you decided to bring a girl back and frak her in my rack?"
"This had nothing to do with you," he snapped.
Sam knew that was a lie, though. In many ways, this entire sordid situation was all because of Starbuck. Remembering she was supposed to be leaving and not helping with couples' therapy--considering her own track record, that was a laughable idea, anyway--Sam glanced at Anders. "You going to be ok?"
He met her eyes, and then nodded, "Yeah."
"Not so fast, honey."
Sam turned to find Kara Thrace standing in her way. She raised her eyebrows, "Going to make a claim on him?"
"Don't have to." Starbuck laughed softly and stepped closer, staring up at Sam. "Guess I can see why he wanted you."
Confused, Sam blinked. "What?"
"Kara--" Anders started, only to be cut off.
"Shut up, Sam."
Before Sam Carter fully comprehended what was happening, Kara Thrace had her hands on her neck, tugging her head down. A moment later, she was on her toes, mouth on Sam's.
It wasn't like kissing Sam Anders. Where he'd been all desperation and sweetness, Kara Thrace was anger and passion. Sam brought her hands up, intending to break free when her body got the better of her. One hand gripped Kara's shirt, the other dropped to her waist. I don't like girls... she thought, hazily.
Maybe she could blame it on the alcohol.
As abruptly as she'd grabbed her, Starbuck released her and stepped back, breathing a little raggedly. "Maybe there's more to you than they say, colonel."
"Ok. Fuck both of you." Sam shoved past her and stalked towards the hatch.
"Hey!" Apparently, Anders had gotten his voice back.
"No." Turning at the hatchway, Sam glared at both of them. "You can fuck with each other, but you don't get to use me in your little war. Got it? Good." She grabbed the hatch and yanked it over, slamming it closed on them.
"Yo, Sam!" Cameron called from up the hallway.
"Hey, Cameron." Getting herself under control, Sam slipped her professional mask back in place and tried to shove the still-tingly bits of herself into a box.
"You seen Starbuck?" he asked as he got to her.
"She's... busy." Sam glanced at the closed hatch, then considered and shrugged. If they wanted the room, they could put their own damn boots outside the door themselves.
"Busy? She said she'd--"
"She's with her husband." Irritated, Sam turned and started down the hallway, in what she hoped was the direction to the quarters SG-1 was sharing.
"Husband?" Cameron sounded confused. "Starbuck's married?"
"To Sam Anders." Remembering that she'd been kissing him not ten minutes before, Sam felt a blush coloring her cheeks. "Pyramid player, I think."
"Huh." Falling into step with her, Cameron poked her with his elbow. "So. You walk in on them, or somethin'?"
"Not exactly."
Cameron let the silence go for a bit, then chuckled, "Sam, you didn't."
She sighed, "I'm not talking to you." Because if there was anyone who knew her well, besides Daniel and Teal'ct || they hadn’t been on SG-1 together for over nine years without knowing each other pretty damned well. Death and rebirth notwithstanding--it was Cameron. They might not have seen each other for years before he joined the SGC, but they'd been at the academy together. And he knew shit about her that no one else did.
"Whoa!" Cameron laughed, "Sam, is this like the third year, with that engineer from Lockheed, who--"
Turning, she grabbed him and pushed him against the wall. "Shut up, Cameron."
He smirked. "It is, isn't it."
Granted, the engineer had been as geeky as they came, but Sam hadn't been able to help not only her crush but sleeping with the man. And almost getting caught. If it hadn't been for Cameron coming to her rescue, there might have been a dishonorable tossing out of the Academy for her, right there. Especially since they could have said she'd done it to get the man to influence people so she could get into NASA. But that wasn't what this had to do with. At all. She was horny and drunk and Cameron was being as much of an ass as the two back in that room.
So she kissed him.
Sam figured she'd done stupider things in her time. Besides, she and Cameron had been flirting for years. If he wasn't really interested in kissing her back, he could push her away.
Hell, she expected him to push her away. Except he didn't.
Instead, Sam had an instant to register that his hands were at her waist and then he was pulling her into his arms and kissing her back with an intensity that made her shiver.
They were in public, Sam tried to remind herself. In a hallway. Where anyone could see two of the Earth officers kissing. Really. This was against regulations, it was against common sense, it was--pretty damn hot. Sam told the logic in her brain to shut up and slipped her fingers into Cameron's hair, holding his head firmly so she could continue kissing him.
Eventually, they had to come up for air. Cameron leaned his forehead against hers. "Sam..."
"There's got to be another empty room we could--" She mumbled, hands moving down his sides.
"Sam," He caught her hands and held them in his, gently. "You're drunk."
"Don't care." She pressed against him, smirking when he groaned.
"I do." Cameron carefully pushed her back, and stepped away from the wall. He was still holding her hands. "Sam, I really like you. You're an awesome friend, and really hot, and--"
"But you don't want to fuck me." Maybe she really was drunk.
"Sam. It's not that--I don't wanna take advantage of you."
"You're not--"
The hatch Sam had exited minutes before clanged open and Sam Anders was shoved out into the corridor, "Frak off, Sam!"
"Kara--"
"NO."
Sam glanced over her shoulder at them, blinking. "Apparently," she muttered as she yanked her hands free of Cameron, "No one's getting laid tonight."
With those words, she shoved past him and stalked off to find their quarters. Or maybe a willing marine. They were buff and burly.
"Sam!" Cameron's concerned voice followed her, as did he. "You need to go to sleep."
"No, what I need is to get laid." Angry almost to the point of tears, Sam turned the corner and slammed into Teal'c.
His large, capable arms kept her from falling to the floor. "Colonel Carter."
"No one wants to have sex with me, Teal'c."
Teal'c glanced over her shoulder at Cameron, who'd stopped to stare at them, and Kara and Anders, who were still arguing. "Perhaps it is not the best time for sexual intercourse at this juncture, Colonel Carter." He tilted his head and smiled at her. "In the morning, would be a better time to engage in such relations."
Suddenly exhausted, Sam slumped. "Fine. Put me to bed, Teal'c. Please."
With another look at the occupants of the hall, Teal'c turned and led Sam to their quarters. Once there, he directed her to a rack and made sure her boots were off and she was tucked in before flipping off the light.
Sam curled on her side and closed her eyes, certain she'd stay awake for a long time.
She was wrong.
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