Fic: Missing 2/?
Title: Missing 2/?
Author: petite_stars
Rating: K +
Pairing: S/J
Summary: Set following Bereft and Complete. Sam and Jack's perfect family life couldn't last forever.
Part One
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Sam frowned as she observed the uneven edge of the iris, “And whatever came through the gate was hard enough to cause a sizeable dent in the surface?”
“Yes ma'am,” Siler stood close to her, his own eyes running a critical gaze over the metal, “PJ2 565 has a sizeable naquada deposit on the planet. When SG2 came through the gate, they were under heavy fire, a combination of the fire power and the natural land?”
Sam shrugged, “I guess it doesn't matter what did it, it needs to be fixed or the iris won't close smoothly. How many teams off-world?”
“Three ma'am,” Siler stated, “None are due back till after 1800 hours.”
“Contact engineering and get Shannon down here. See if she can fix the surface with the iris still attached or if it needs to be removed and replaced. I'll go tell the general we could be out of commission for a while.”
“Yes ma'am,” Siler nodded and took off.
Sam left the gateroom and climbed the metal steps to where General Landry's office was. She knocked on the solid door, entering when commanded.
“Any updates on the iris, colonel?” General Landry rested back in his chair as Sam stood in front of his desk, he waved her at ease, “Take a seat.”
“Thank you sir,” Sam sat and folded her hands in her lap, “The iris sustained a sizable hit when SG2 returned from their mission, at this stage I'm hoping that Engineering will be able to fix the irregularity without needing to remove the iris.”
“And if they can't?”
“The iris will need to be removed and replaced,” Sam winced, “It would likely be a week before the SGC would be back at normal operations.”
General Landry pinched the bridge of his nose and a heavy sigh escaped his lips, “I suppose we won't know until engineering assess it.”
“Yes sir, Siler should be contacting -”
“Sirs,” Siler interrupted with a sharp knock.
The two officers turned to face him, “Yes Sergeant?” Landry asked in his usual gruff manner.
“I just got word from engineering that they are sending Dr Sanders down to assess the iris,”
Sam frowned, “Shannon Riley is the enginerring specialist for the iris.”
“Ah yes ma'am,” Siler shifted on his feet, “Colonel Anders, Riley's C.O., just got word a moment ago, Doctor Riley was found deceased this morning in her home by the police.”
*
Jack didn't glance up from his book as Sam entered the bedroom just short of midnight. A couple of hours had turned into the rest of the day, and as usual, Sam was returning burnt-out and tired.
“Sorry I'm late,” Sam began to strip off her clothes, her voice muffled by her shirt as she pulled it over her head.
Jack said nothing, instead, he turned the page of the book in his hand and continued feigning to read. He felt Sam's eyes rest on his silent figure before she sighed softly and disappeared into the bathroom. Minutes later she returned, sliding beneath the cool sheets. Out of the corner of his eye, Jack watched as she looked blankly out the window into the darkness. Stress lined her face and dark shadows smudged the normally clear skin beneath her eyes. The usual strain of the job, Jack thought, but something else seemed to catch his attention; something in her posture didn't seem right.
“Shannon Riley was found dead this morning.” Sam's voice was flat as she spoke.
“Doc Riley?” Jack remembered a short woman with dark brown hair and friendly green eyes, “From engineering.”
“Yeah,” Sam rolled onto her side, away from Jack, “Police suspect her ex husband, she had a restraining order on him.”
Jack dropped his book to the bedside table and extinguished the lamp. Sliding down to rest on his side, Jack traced the tense outline of his wife in the moonlight.
“She was a neat lady,” Jack said softly. His hand slid over the tight muscles of Sam's back, he rested his arm over her belly and pulled her close into the hollow of body, “I'm sorry Sam, I know she was a friend.”
Sam tensed at the closeness for a moment, but it passed and she melted into the warmth of Jack's arms. Letting him sooth her gently, his hand rubbing circles on her stomach.
“We face so much danger going through the gate,” Sam whispered tiredly, “You forget about the dangers on earth sometimes.”
Jack pulled Sam closer and pressed a kiss to the top of her head, he stayed awake until long after Sam's breath had evened out into sleep.
*
“You told me to call,” Stanley sat in the brightly lit 24-hour cafe and sipped at his coffee as he spoke on the phone to his boss.
“Was the information received?” the voice of a man, rendered slightly nasal through the tinniness of the phone line, returned the question.
“It was,” Stanley smiled to himself. He was very good at his job, “All the information you require has been uploaded to the server as you requested.”
“Excellent, the second payment has been authorised to your account,” the man on the other end paused, “Remain close, I will call you soon.”
Stanley hung up the phone and dropped it to the table. Motioning for the waitress, he asked for her to bring him a full house burger with all the sides, followed by an even larger serving of chocolate cake.
“Of course,” the waitress flashed him a smile, “Treating yourself?”
Stanley smiled, “Building my strength, busy days ahead.”
*
Author: petite_stars
Rating: K +
Pairing: S/J
Summary: Set following Bereft and Complete. Sam and Jack's perfect family life couldn't last forever.
Part One
*
Sam frowned as she observed the uneven edge of the iris, “And whatever came through the gate was hard enough to cause a sizeable dent in the surface?”
“Yes ma'am,” Siler stood close to her, his own eyes running a critical gaze over the metal, “PJ2 565 has a sizeable naquada deposit on the planet. When SG2 came through the gate, they were under heavy fire, a combination of the fire power and the natural land?”
Sam shrugged, “I guess it doesn't matter what did it, it needs to be fixed or the iris won't close smoothly. How many teams off-world?”
“Three ma'am,” Siler stated, “None are due back till after 1800 hours.”
“Contact engineering and get Shannon down here. See if she can fix the surface with the iris still attached or if it needs to be removed and replaced. I'll go tell the general we could be out of commission for a while.”
“Yes ma'am,” Siler nodded and took off.
Sam left the gateroom and climbed the metal steps to where General Landry's office was. She knocked on the solid door, entering when commanded.
“Any updates on the iris, colonel?” General Landry rested back in his chair as Sam stood in front of his desk, he waved her at ease, “Take a seat.”
“Thank you sir,” Sam sat and folded her hands in her lap, “The iris sustained a sizable hit when SG2 returned from their mission, at this stage I'm hoping that Engineering will be able to fix the irregularity without needing to remove the iris.”
“And if they can't?”
“The iris will need to be removed and replaced,” Sam winced, “It would likely be a week before the SGC would be back at normal operations.”
General Landry pinched the bridge of his nose and a heavy sigh escaped his lips, “I suppose we won't know until engineering assess it.”
“Yes sir, Siler should be contacting -”
“Sirs,” Siler interrupted with a sharp knock.
The two officers turned to face him, “Yes Sergeant?” Landry asked in his usual gruff manner.
“I just got word from engineering that they are sending Dr Sanders down to assess the iris,”
Sam frowned, “Shannon Riley is the enginerring specialist for the iris.”
“Ah yes ma'am,” Siler shifted on his feet, “Colonel Anders, Riley's C.O., just got word a moment ago, Doctor Riley was found deceased this morning in her home by the police.”
*
Jack didn't glance up from his book as Sam entered the bedroom just short of midnight. A couple of hours had turned into the rest of the day, and as usual, Sam was returning burnt-out and tired.
“Sorry I'm late,” Sam began to strip off her clothes, her voice muffled by her shirt as she pulled it over her head.
Jack said nothing, instead, he turned the page of the book in his hand and continued feigning to read. He felt Sam's eyes rest on his silent figure before she sighed softly and disappeared into the bathroom. Minutes later she returned, sliding beneath the cool sheets. Out of the corner of his eye, Jack watched as she looked blankly out the window into the darkness. Stress lined her face and dark shadows smudged the normally clear skin beneath her eyes. The usual strain of the job, Jack thought, but something else seemed to catch his attention; something in her posture didn't seem right.
“Shannon Riley was found dead this morning.” Sam's voice was flat as she spoke.
“Doc Riley?” Jack remembered a short woman with dark brown hair and friendly green eyes, “From engineering.”
“Yeah,” Sam rolled onto her side, away from Jack, “Police suspect her ex husband, she had a restraining order on him.”
Jack dropped his book to the bedside table and extinguished the lamp. Sliding down to rest on his side, Jack traced the tense outline of his wife in the moonlight.
“She was a neat lady,” Jack said softly. His hand slid over the tight muscles of Sam's back, he rested his arm over her belly and pulled her close into the hollow of body, “I'm sorry Sam, I know she was a friend.”
Sam tensed at the closeness for a moment, but it passed and she melted into the warmth of Jack's arms. Letting him sooth her gently, his hand rubbing circles on her stomach.
“We face so much danger going through the gate,” Sam whispered tiredly, “You forget about the dangers on earth sometimes.”
Jack pulled Sam closer and pressed a kiss to the top of her head, he stayed awake until long after Sam's breath had evened out into sleep.
*
“You told me to call,” Stanley sat in the brightly lit 24-hour cafe and sipped at his coffee as he spoke on the phone to his boss.
“Was the information received?” the voice of a man, rendered slightly nasal through the tinniness of the phone line, returned the question.
“It was,” Stanley smiled to himself. He was very good at his job, “All the information you require has been uploaded to the server as you requested.”
“Excellent, the second payment has been authorised to your account,” the man on the other end paused, “Remain close, I will call you soon.”
Stanley hung up the phone and dropped it to the table. Motioning for the waitress, he asked for her to bring him a full house burger with all the sides, followed by an even larger serving of chocolate cake.
“Of course,” the waitress flashed him a smile, “Treating yourself?”
Stanley smiled, “Building my strength, busy days ahead.”
*