In Time: Working Together
Title: Working Together
Summary: Her science team should definitely work with SG-1 more often.
Timeframe: AU
Characters/Pairing: Established SamJack
Genre: Fluff
Rating: PG
Note: Written for the 'fanfic & graphics' challenge over at sj_everyday. Inspired by THIS wonderful graphic by lolmac. :)
Working Together
Sam turned on her side as the morning rays burst in through the opening in their hut. She rubbed sleep out of her eyes and smiled at the man lying on the other side of the bed, his naked back in full view, blanket pushed down almost to his waist. The warm breeze felt good on her bare shoulders as she lay there, watching him sleep.
Her head still felt a little fuzzy, effects of the strawberry wine-it wasn’t, though, since they were off-world, but she was calling it strawberry-from the previous night’s ceremonies. Once this planet’s natives had discovered that she and Jack had recently married, they’d insisted on throwing a big celebratory bash-both for that and to celebrate the meeting of their newest allies.
Sam’s science team had joined SG-1 off-world to study the natives’ plants, which they discovered had some strong analgesic properties, while SG-1 talked treaties with these kind folks. It was the first time she and Jack had been off-world together since Sam resigned and took a civilian leadership position on the SGC’s newest field science team.
Before they’d started seeing each other, over a year ago now, Jack had asked Hammond if it was possible to step down as 2IC of the base while remaining leader of the SGC’s flagship team. After a lengthy explanation of the particular circumstances which prompted this request, and bringing Sam into the private meeting, the General took matters into his own hands and approved the change. This was his base and his decision, and Sam had been a little surprised that he deemed it unnecessary to add any “big wigs” into the equation.
Sam had been off SG-1 for a few months beforehand, and Hammond had known that she and Jack had never broken any regulations or acted inappropriately. He even seemed pleased that they were “getting their acts together,” according to Daniel.
Focusing her attention on the sleeping man in her bed, Sam mused how watching him lying next to her was still such a novelty. She enjoyed his company as a friend, co-worker, and teammate as well as a lover, and doubted any of that would fade over time.
When Jack began to stir, Sam remained still, letting him come awake on his own. He rolled to his back and peered at her groggily, his expression fogged over with a still-drunken haze. He’d drunk much more of that fruity, alcoholic brew than she had, and despite the flavorful taste, it had turned out to be quite strong.
“Carter?” he murmured, sounding pretty punchy.
Sam tried not to smile at the use of her surname, or at the adorable way in which his hair poked out at every angle.
Befuddled brown eyes blinked at her, the furrow between his brows deepening. “You’re naked.”
She didn’t suppress the burst of laughter. Sam waved a hand at him. “Look who’s talking, flyboy.”
Jack’s head bobbed sideways like it was disconnected from the rest of his body. He steadied it enough to look down at himself, lifting the blanket covering his lower half with one hand. She watched his eyebrows go up. “I’m naked.”
Snorting, Sam nodded. “Yeah, and you’re still drunk from last night.”
He made a face, looked past her through the bright sunlight in the hut’s opening. “We’re not at home,” Jack mumbled softly, as though to himself.
“No,” Sam shook her head and sat up, tugging at the blankets to make sure she stayed covered. When Jack sat up as well, she couldn’t help admiring his bare chest, resisting the urge to touch him, let her hands coast through the coarse chest hair.
Jack worked his jaw for a moment, then dragged a hand over his face and asked, “Did we, ah-”
Sam shook her head again, smiling. “No.” She tilted her head, flippantly stating, “Not that I wouldn’t have liked to… But we are technically still on assignment.” She scooted a little closer and gave him a good morning kiss. “Plus, you passed out as soon as we crawled into our hut last night, and I wasn’t far behind you.”
“Ah.” Jack quirked a smile, appearing slightly more focused now. If they got up and got dressed, Sam was sure he could manage to pass for sober. “Daniel and Teal’c?”
“Next hut over.”
“They drink?” One of Jack’s eyebrows went up questioningly.
“Teal’c definitely didn’t, and I think Daniel just had the one glass, like me.” Sam ran a hand through her hair. “I’m still a little fuzzy, but okay. Daniel should be fine. But wow, that stuff is potent.”
Jack groaned and rubbed at his head. “Yeah. I know.” He grunted.
Taking the top blanket with her, Sam got off the bed and discovered her clothes on the floor. She dressed quickly, then turned to find Jack on the other side of the bed, standing as he pulled up his shorts before flopping back down on the bed with half the rest of his clothes in his lap. He gave a disgruntled snort and Sam laughed.
“What’s so funny?” he grumbled, pulling a hand through his short hair and glaring half-heartedly at her.
Sam sauntered over, picking his pants up off the floor and handing them to him with a big smile on her face. “You’re cute when you’re half drunk.”
He rose an eyebrow at her and grinned lazily. “I’ll be sure to make a note of that when we get home.”
Laughing softly, Sam affectionately reached out and ruffled his hair. “Finish getting dressed so we can go pretend to be mad at Daniel for getting us all drunk.”
Jack chuckled, then threw a half-assed salute at her. “Yes, ma’am.”
Sam was smiling to herself as she pulled on her tac vest, one thought running through her mind; her science team should definitely work with SG-1 more often.
-The End-
Summary: Her science team should definitely work with SG-1 more often.
Timeframe: AU
Characters/Pairing: Established SamJack
Genre: Fluff
Rating: PG
Note: Written for the 'fanfic & graphics' challenge over at sj_everyday. Inspired by THIS wonderful graphic by lolmac. :)
Working Together
Sam turned on her side as the morning rays burst in through the opening in their hut. She rubbed sleep out of her eyes and smiled at the man lying on the other side of the bed, his naked back in full view, blanket pushed down almost to his waist. The warm breeze felt good on her bare shoulders as she lay there, watching him sleep.
Her head still felt a little fuzzy, effects of the strawberry wine-it wasn’t, though, since they were off-world, but she was calling it strawberry-from the previous night’s ceremonies. Once this planet’s natives had discovered that she and Jack had recently married, they’d insisted on throwing a big celebratory bash-both for that and to celebrate the meeting of their newest allies.
Sam’s science team had joined SG-1 off-world to study the natives’ plants, which they discovered had some strong analgesic properties, while SG-1 talked treaties with these kind folks. It was the first time she and Jack had been off-world together since Sam resigned and took a civilian leadership position on the SGC’s newest field science team.
Before they’d started seeing each other, over a year ago now, Jack had asked Hammond if it was possible to step down as 2IC of the base while remaining leader of the SGC’s flagship team. After a lengthy explanation of the particular circumstances which prompted this request, and bringing Sam into the private meeting, the General took matters into his own hands and approved the change. This was his base and his decision, and Sam had been a little surprised that he deemed it unnecessary to add any “big wigs” into the equation.
Sam had been off SG-1 for a few months beforehand, and Hammond had known that she and Jack had never broken any regulations or acted inappropriately. He even seemed pleased that they were “getting their acts together,” according to Daniel.
Focusing her attention on the sleeping man in her bed, Sam mused how watching him lying next to her was still such a novelty. She enjoyed his company as a friend, co-worker, and teammate as well as a lover, and doubted any of that would fade over time.
When Jack began to stir, Sam remained still, letting him come awake on his own. He rolled to his back and peered at her groggily, his expression fogged over with a still-drunken haze. He’d drunk much more of that fruity, alcoholic brew than she had, and despite the flavorful taste, it had turned out to be quite strong.
“Carter?” he murmured, sounding pretty punchy.
Sam tried not to smile at the use of her surname, or at the adorable way in which his hair poked out at every angle.
Befuddled brown eyes blinked at her, the furrow between his brows deepening. “You’re naked.”
She didn’t suppress the burst of laughter. Sam waved a hand at him. “Look who’s talking, flyboy.”
Jack’s head bobbed sideways like it was disconnected from the rest of his body. He steadied it enough to look down at himself, lifting the blanket covering his lower half with one hand. She watched his eyebrows go up. “I’m naked.”
Snorting, Sam nodded. “Yeah, and you’re still drunk from last night.”
He made a face, looked past her through the bright sunlight in the hut’s opening. “We’re not at home,” Jack mumbled softly, as though to himself.
“No,” Sam shook her head and sat up, tugging at the blankets to make sure she stayed covered. When Jack sat up as well, she couldn’t help admiring his bare chest, resisting the urge to touch him, let her hands coast through the coarse chest hair.
Jack worked his jaw for a moment, then dragged a hand over his face and asked, “Did we, ah-”
Sam shook her head again, smiling. “No.” She tilted her head, flippantly stating, “Not that I wouldn’t have liked to… But we are technically still on assignment.” She scooted a little closer and gave him a good morning kiss. “Plus, you passed out as soon as we crawled into our hut last night, and I wasn’t far behind you.”
“Ah.” Jack quirked a smile, appearing slightly more focused now. If they got up and got dressed, Sam was sure he could manage to pass for sober. “Daniel and Teal’c?”
“Next hut over.”
“They drink?” One of Jack’s eyebrows went up questioningly.
“Teal’c definitely didn’t, and I think Daniel just had the one glass, like me.” Sam ran a hand through her hair. “I’m still a little fuzzy, but okay. Daniel should be fine. But wow, that stuff is potent.”
Jack groaned and rubbed at his head. “Yeah. I know.” He grunted.
Taking the top blanket with her, Sam got off the bed and discovered her clothes on the floor. She dressed quickly, then turned to find Jack on the other side of the bed, standing as he pulled up his shorts before flopping back down on the bed with half the rest of his clothes in his lap. He gave a disgruntled snort and Sam laughed.
“What’s so funny?” he grumbled, pulling a hand through his short hair and glaring half-heartedly at her.
Sam sauntered over, picking his pants up off the floor and handing them to him with a big smile on her face. “You’re cute when you’re half drunk.”
He rose an eyebrow at her and grinned lazily. “I’ll be sure to make a note of that when we get home.”
Laughing softly, Sam affectionately reached out and ruffled his hair. “Finish getting dressed so we can go pretend to be mad at Daniel for getting us all drunk.”
Jack chuckled, then threw a half-assed salute at her. “Yes, ma’am.”
Sam was smiling to herself as she pulled on her tac vest, one thought running through her mind; her science team should definitely work with SG-1 more often.
-The End-