The party had been one of the best they’d ever thrown. It had all the essentials: lots of beer, all the meat-turned-charcoal you could eat, and more SGC personnel than you would have thought possible crammed into Jack O’Neill’s backyard. The toasts had been made (some sweet, some funny, and some downright scary), the presets had been presented and now, after much well-earned frivolities, all that was left were the goodbyes.
Sam hadn’t anticipated how hard this goodbye would be to make. She had served under many COs in her career, and had, in her life as a “military brat” attended for more retirement bashes than she’d care to count. But this one was different. By the time he made his way around the group to stand in front of her she was desperately fighting that one tear that threatened to fall. He just smiled at her and reached for her hand.
“It has been an honour serving with you, Colonel,” the now Lieutenant-General Hammond said, emphasising her own new rank. “You take care of yourself, all right?”
Sam looked into his face, so sincere in his care for her and the men and women around her, and tried to summon up the right words to say. It’s been an honour serving with you, too. I’m going to miss you. You never really stopped being ‘Uncle George’. Thank you for being my father when he couldn’t be around. Please don’t leave us, we need you.
But every one refused to take shape.
“Yes, sir.”
4.
Sam took the phone from General Landry with a confused look, who would call her on this line? Especially seeing as the people most likely to call her were all in the room. She lifted the phone to her ear. “Carter.”
The answering drawl travelled over the line and reverberated right down to her toes. “Good morning, Carter.”
How he managed to do that she never knew but she darted a quick look over at the briefing table to check they were all still absorbed in their conversation. “Good morning, sir. What can I do for you?”
“Many, many things, Carter. All of them fantastic but, sadly, unable to do from this distance.” Sam blanched, he wasn’t really going to do this to her at work, was he? “However I am about to jump on a plane for Colorado, so perhaps I better prepare you for my arrival…”
Yes. He was.
Sam felt the blood come back to her face in a rush, and she was sure that if Daniel or Teal’c looked over in her direction right now she would be caught out. She knew she should hang up on him, put an end to the fun of the irresistibly smug man and his gleefully seductive words… but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. It had been three weeks since she had seen him and several days since they even had the chance to talk. She was so happy to hear his voice. Now if only he would behave.
He had started his litany of pleasures with her still-tingling toes and by the time he had reached her waist she was certain she was shivering visibly. She didn’t dare interrupt him to divert his words back to safer grounds, nor could she participate as she normally would standing as she was in front of her team and boss. She was left with only one option, to stay and listen, hoping that she could successfully convince those around her that it was a business call. Prompted by that though she drew in a soft shuddering breath and said the only words she could think to say.
The party had been one of the best they’d ever thrown. It had all the essentials: lots of beer, all the meat-turned-charcoal you could eat, and more SGC personnel than you would have thought possible crammed into Jack O’Neill’s backyard. The toasts had been made (some sweet, some funny, and some downright scary), the presets had been presented and now, after much well-earned frivolities, all that was left were the goodbyes.
Sam hadn’t anticipated how hard this goodbye would be to make. She had served under many COs in her career, and had, in her life as a “military brat” attended for more retirement bashes than she’d care to count. But this one was different. By the time he made his way around the group to stand in front of her she was desperately fighting that one tear that threatened to fall. He just smiled at her and reached for her hand.
“It has been an honour serving with you, Colonel,” the now Lieutenant-General Hammond said, emphasising her own new rank. “You take care of yourself, all right?”
Sam looked into his face, so sincere in his care for her and the men and women around her, and tried to summon up the right words to say. It’s been an honour serving with you, too. I’m going to miss you. You never really stopped being ‘Uncle George’. Thank you for being my father when he couldn’t be around. Please don’t leave us, we need you.
But every one refused to take shape.
“Yes, sir.”
4.
Sam took the phone from General Landry with a confused look, who would call her on this line? Especially seeing as the people most likely to call her were all in the room. She lifted the phone to her ear. “Carter.”
The answering drawl travelled over the line and reverberated right down to her toes. “Good morning, Carter.”
How he managed to do that she never knew but she darted a quick look over at the briefing table to check they were all still absorbed in their conversation. “Good morning, sir. What can I do for you?”
“Many, many things, Carter. All of them fantastic but, sadly, unable to do from this distance.” Sam blanched, he wasn’t really going to do this to her at work, was he? “However I am about to jump on a plane for Colorado, so perhaps I better prepare you for my arrival…”
Yes. He was.
Sam felt the blood come back to her face in a rush, and she was sure that if Daniel or Teal’c looked over in her direction right now she would be caught out. She knew she should hang up on him, put an end to the fun of the irresistibly smug man and his gleefully seductive words… but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. It had been three weeks since she had seen him and several days since they even had the chance to talk. She was so happy to hear his voice. Now if only he would behave.
He had started his litany of pleasures with her still-tingling toes and by the time he had reached her waist she was certain she was shivering visibly. She didn’t dare interrupt him to divert his words back to safer grounds, nor could she participate as she normally would standing as she was in front of her team and boss. She was left with only one option, to stay and listen, hoping that she could successfully convince those around her that it was a business call. Prompted by that though she drew in a soft shuddering breath and said the only words she could think to say.
“Yes, sir.”
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