There's More Than One of Everything: Part 1
Title: There's More Than One of Everything
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Sam/Jack
Word Count: 1,461
Summary: For the sj_everyday Creative Free For All ~ What If Things Were Different. Snippets of the tried and true what if Sam wasn't in the Airforce fic. Illustrated edition
A/N: Most of the dialogue is not my own. Images are not my own. Stargate is not my own. But the combination is.
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“Where's Doctor Carter?” the General asked, as Jack stood watching the Stargate.
“Just arriving, sir,” replied Samuels.
“Carter?” Jack asked. He turned to face the occupants of the room, finally resting his gaze on the General.
“I'm assigning Sam Carter to this mission”
Jack bit back his frown, “I'd prefer to put together my own team, sir.”
“Not on this mission, sorry. Carter's our expert on the Stargate.”
Maybe on earth, thought Jack, but he’s never been through one, “Where's he transferring from?” he asked instead.
“She is transferring from the Pentagon”
Jack swallowed his smirk as a very smooth, very female, voice washed over him. He glance up at the serious gaze of one Doctor Samantha Carter and immediately felt his stomach drop. Dressed in a simple skirt and jacket, she looked like any of the other geeks Jack had seen stumbling around various military sites. That was if you didn’t count the wisps of blonde, wide doe eyes and focused gaze.
“I take it you're Colonel O'Neill,” she began, holding her hand out to him.
He took her small fingers gently, yet gave them a strong shake.
She barely blinked, but he was sure he glimpsed the barest hints of a smile.
“Colonel Jack O'Neill, meet Doctor Samantha Carter.”
“That's a result of the compression your molecules undergo during the millisecond required for reconstitution,” spoke the doctor, causing Jack to glance up in annoyance.
“Oh, here we go. Another scientist. General, please,” he begged, sending a pleading look to the bald man at the head of the table.
“Theoretical astrophysicist,” she corrected, before the General could reply.
Jack turned the words over in his head, trying to gain some meaning from them.
Nothing.
“Which means?” he asked instead.
“Which means she is smarter than you are, Colonel. Especially in matters related to the Stargate”
Jack fought the urge to roll his eyes. So now the General spoke. There were a few scattered giggles around the room that quietened as Jack swept his gaze at them.
He was going to kill Kawalsky after this.
“Doctor Carter's assignment to this unit is not an option, it's an order,” stated the General. He watched the Colonel sit back in resignation, as the Doctor smiled secretly to herself.
“Colonel, I was studying the 'gate technology for two years before Daniel Jackson made it work and before you both went through,” she spoke, startling the men from their titters. “And just because my reproductive organs are on the inside instead of the outside, doesn't mean I can't handle whatever you can handle.”
Jack scoffed silently, smiling sardonically at her as he sat, “Oh, this has nothing to do with you being a woman. I like women. I just have a little problem with scientists.”
It was true. No matter how much technobabble she wanted to throw at him, he couldn’t deny the fact that she was gorgeous. Big blue eyes, long blonde locks, and he was sure he’d glimpsed a slip of leg when she’d waltzed into the room earlier.
He blinked in surprise upon realizing she was still talking, gaze sweeping back up her form to meet her determined stare, “…or are we going to have to arm wrestle?”
Jack felt his insides melt.
Seriously going to kill Kawalsky.
“My God. Look at this! I mean, the energy the 'gate must release to create a stable wormhole is…it's astronomical to use exactly the right word!” Murmured Sam, watching Colonel O’Neill slowly walk up the ramp.
“You can actually see the fluctuations in the event horizon!”
The Colonel turned, facing up towards where she stood behind glass.
“Don’t wait up, Doc!” he yelled, smirking at the blonde before turning to step through the wormhole.
Sam felt her cheeks blush steadily, ducking her head from the glance of the technicians surrounding her. She really shouldn’t have challenged him to that arm wrestle. It was going to be hard enough to convince them to let her through without making an enemy of her boss.
“God speed, Colonel,” she whispered in reply.
“Colonel you've had the most experience of fighting this hostile, assuming you have to defend yourself in the field, are you up to it?”
Jack nodded quickly, “We beat 'em once,”
“I'll take that as a maybe. Doctor Carter, you're confident that Stargate will take us where we want to go with this new information?"
Sam came to attention as her name was mentioned, caught amidst the calculations and information the Colonel and his team had brought back from Abydos.
“Well, they're feeding the revised coordinates into the targeting computer right now. It'll take time to calculate but it should spit out two or three destinations a month,” she answered, mind abuzz with all the possibilities.
She been giddy all night. Whilst the others had all dispersed for the evening, she instead had chosen to sift through the magnitude of data the boys had collected.
“People, let's not fool ourselves here. This thing is both vast and dangerous, and we are so far over our heads we can barely see daylight. We would all be much better off if the Stargate had been left in the ground,” spoke the General, and Sam felt her stomach flip.
“With respect, sir, we can't bury our heads in the sand. I mean think of how much we could learn, think of what we could bring back,” she began, and had to stop herself rambling onwards. She could already feel her hands twitch to get back to her computer.
“What you could bring back is precisely what I'm afraid of Doctor. However the President of the United States happens to agree with you. In the event your theories pan out, he has ordered the formation of nine teams, whose duties will be to perform reconnaissance, determine threats and if possible to make peaceful contact with the peoples of these worlds. Now these teams will operate on a covert top secret basis. No one will know of their existence except the President and the Joint Chiefs. Colonel O'Neill?”
Jack perked up in surprise, his gaze briefly meetings Sam’s before turning to the General “Sir?”
“Your team will be designated SG-1. The team will consist of yourself, Doctor Jackson…"
Which was only fair, thought Sam. His wife had been taken and he’d want nothing more than to find her. “And me?” she asked, upon realising the General had stopped.
“Doctor Carter, we need you to work as a consultant with the other SG teams from here. Your expertise in the Stargate’s technology is far too valuable…”
“No. Um, look I, I mean I know this is your decision,” she stuttered, and felt the full rooms gaze settle upon her, “but I just…I…really have to be on their team. I’ve spent almost three years working towards going through the Gate…” she tapered off, realising she was fighting a losing battle.
“I'll take that under consideration,” the General answered before moving onto other matters.
Sam dropped her head in frustration. Three years of work for nothing, she thought bitterly, and grasped her lip between her teeth to stop the swell of emotion through her chest.
Somewhere in the room she could feel the Colonel’s eyes upon her.
Sam watched quietly as the General wrapped up the briefing, nodding once at the officers before exiting the room. Doctor Jackson and SG-2 followed, leaving her alone at the briefing table with the Colonel.
“I hear we owe you thanks,” came the Colonel’s voice, as Sam startled from her thoughts. She looked up from the reports she’d been reading.
“Beg pardon?”
“Hammond. He said you were the one who convinced them to hold off a few minutes longer, when we didn’t come through the gate on time.”
Sam blushed gently, cursing her reaction to his prescense, and shrugged slowly.
She thought back to those terrifying moments when Stargate Command’s first mission conceivably was about to fail. She’d argued with the General vehemently, something she’d swore never to do, finally convincing him to hold off for SG-1 a few minutes longer.
She’d never been so relieved as when Samuels had announced an incoming Wormhole.
“You told me not to wait up,” she replied, biting back a smile.
The Colonel titlted his head in confusion and she had to resist the urge to giggle at his befuddled gaze.
“So, why did you wait?” he asked finally.
She smiled, and gazed once more down at the Stargate.
“I don’t always do what I’m supposed to, Colonel.”
The man grinned and huffed gently, shaking his head at her. He mumbled something, bemoaning bloody scientists, and she couldn’t help but tell him.
“You know, you really will like me when you get to know me.”
“Oh, I adore you already, Doctor.”
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Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Sam/Jack
Word Count: 1,461
Summary: For the sj_everyday Creative Free For All ~ What If Things Were Different. Snippets of the tried and true what if Sam wasn't in the Airforce fic. Illustrated edition
A/N: Most of the dialogue is not my own. Images are not my own. Stargate is not my own. But the combination is.
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“Where's Doctor Carter?” the General asked, as Jack stood watching the Stargate.
“Just arriving, sir,” replied Samuels.
“Carter?” Jack asked. He turned to face the occupants of the room, finally resting his gaze on the General.
“I'm assigning Sam Carter to this mission”
Jack bit back his frown, “I'd prefer to put together my own team, sir.”
“Not on this mission, sorry. Carter's our expert on the Stargate.”
Maybe on earth, thought Jack, but he’s never been through one, “Where's he transferring from?” he asked instead.
“She is transferring from the Pentagon”
Jack swallowed his smirk as a very smooth, very female, voice washed over him. He glance up at the serious gaze of one Doctor Samantha Carter and immediately felt his stomach drop. Dressed in a simple skirt and jacket, she looked like any of the other geeks Jack had seen stumbling around various military sites. That was if you didn’t count the wisps of blonde, wide doe eyes and focused gaze.
“I take it you're Colonel O'Neill,” she began, holding her hand out to him.
He took her small fingers gently, yet gave them a strong shake.
She barely blinked, but he was sure he glimpsed the barest hints of a smile.
“Colonel Jack O'Neill, meet Doctor Samantha Carter.”
“That's a result of the compression your molecules undergo during the millisecond required for reconstitution,” spoke the doctor, causing Jack to glance up in annoyance.
“Oh, here we go. Another scientist. General, please,” he begged, sending a pleading look to the bald man at the head of the table.
“Theoretical astrophysicist,” she corrected, before the General could reply.
Jack turned the words over in his head, trying to gain some meaning from them.
Nothing.
“Which means?” he asked instead.
“Which means she is smarter than you are, Colonel. Especially in matters related to the Stargate”
Jack fought the urge to roll his eyes. So now the General spoke. There were a few scattered giggles around the room that quietened as Jack swept his gaze at them.
He was going to kill Kawalsky after this.
“Doctor Carter's assignment to this unit is not an option, it's an order,” stated the General. He watched the Colonel sit back in resignation, as the Doctor smiled secretly to herself.
“Colonel, I was studying the 'gate technology for two years before Daniel Jackson made it work and before you both went through,” she spoke, startling the men from their titters. “And just because my reproductive organs are on the inside instead of the outside, doesn't mean I can't handle whatever you can handle.”
Jack scoffed silently, smiling sardonically at her as he sat, “Oh, this has nothing to do with you being a woman. I like women. I just have a little problem with scientists.”
It was true. No matter how much technobabble she wanted to throw at him, he couldn’t deny the fact that she was gorgeous. Big blue eyes, long blonde locks, and he was sure he’d glimpsed a slip of leg when she’d waltzed into the room earlier.
He blinked in surprise upon realizing she was still talking, gaze sweeping back up her form to meet her determined stare, “…or are we going to have to arm wrestle?”
Jack felt his insides melt.
Seriously going to kill Kawalsky.
“My God. Look at this! I mean, the energy the 'gate must release to create a stable wormhole is…it's astronomical to use exactly the right word!” Murmured Sam, watching Colonel O’Neill slowly walk up the ramp.
“You can actually see the fluctuations in the event horizon!”
The Colonel turned, facing up towards where she stood behind glass.
“Don’t wait up, Doc!” he yelled, smirking at the blonde before turning to step through the wormhole.
Sam felt her cheeks blush steadily, ducking her head from the glance of the technicians surrounding her. She really shouldn’t have challenged him to that arm wrestle. It was going to be hard enough to convince them to let her through without making an enemy of her boss.
“God speed, Colonel,” she whispered in reply.
“Colonel you've had the most experience of fighting this hostile, assuming you have to defend yourself in the field, are you up to it?”
Jack nodded quickly, “We beat 'em once,”
“I'll take that as a maybe. Doctor Carter, you're confident that Stargate will take us where we want to go with this new information?"
Sam came to attention as her name was mentioned, caught amidst the calculations and information the Colonel and his team had brought back from Abydos.
“Well, they're feeding the revised coordinates into the targeting computer right now. It'll take time to calculate but it should spit out two or three destinations a month,” she answered, mind abuzz with all the possibilities.
She been giddy all night. Whilst the others had all dispersed for the evening, she instead had chosen to sift through the magnitude of data the boys had collected.
“People, let's not fool ourselves here. This thing is both vast and dangerous, and we are so far over our heads we can barely see daylight. We would all be much better off if the Stargate had been left in the ground,” spoke the General, and Sam felt her stomach flip.
“With respect, sir, we can't bury our heads in the sand. I mean think of how much we could learn, think of what we could bring back,” she began, and had to stop herself rambling onwards. She could already feel her hands twitch to get back to her computer.
“What you could bring back is precisely what I'm afraid of Doctor. However the President of the United States happens to agree with you. In the event your theories pan out, he has ordered the formation of nine teams, whose duties will be to perform reconnaissance, determine threats and if possible to make peaceful contact with the peoples of these worlds. Now these teams will operate on a covert top secret basis. No one will know of their existence except the President and the Joint Chiefs. Colonel O'Neill?”
Jack perked up in surprise, his gaze briefly meetings Sam’s before turning to the General “Sir?”
“Your team will be designated SG-1. The team will consist of yourself, Doctor Jackson…"
Which was only fair, thought Sam. His wife had been taken and he’d want nothing more than to find her. “And me?” she asked, upon realising the General had stopped.
“Doctor Carter, we need you to work as a consultant with the other SG teams from here. Your expertise in the Stargate’s technology is far too valuable…”
“No. Um, look I, I mean I know this is your decision,” she stuttered, and felt the full rooms gaze settle upon her, “but I just…I…really have to be on their team. I’ve spent almost three years working towards going through the Gate…” she tapered off, realising she was fighting a losing battle.
“I'll take that under consideration,” the General answered before moving onto other matters.
Sam dropped her head in frustration. Three years of work for nothing, she thought bitterly, and grasped her lip between her teeth to stop the swell of emotion through her chest.
Somewhere in the room she could feel the Colonel’s eyes upon her.
Sam watched quietly as the General wrapped up the briefing, nodding once at the officers before exiting the room. Doctor Jackson and SG-2 followed, leaving her alone at the briefing table with the Colonel.
“I hear we owe you thanks,” came the Colonel’s voice, as Sam startled from her thoughts. She looked up from the reports she’d been reading.
“Beg pardon?”
“Hammond. He said you were the one who convinced them to hold off a few minutes longer, when we didn’t come through the gate on time.”
Sam blushed gently, cursing her reaction to his prescense, and shrugged slowly.
She thought back to those terrifying moments when Stargate Command’s first mission conceivably was about to fail. She’d argued with the General vehemently, something she’d swore never to do, finally convincing him to hold off for SG-1 a few minutes longer.
She’d never been so relieved as when Samuels had announced an incoming Wormhole.
“You told me not to wait up,” she replied, biting back a smile.
The Colonel titlted his head in confusion and she had to resist the urge to giggle at his befuddled gaze.
“So, why did you wait?” he asked finally.
She smiled, and gazed once more down at the Stargate.
“I don’t always do what I’m supposed to, Colonel.”
The man grinned and huffed gently, shaking his head at her. He mumbled something, bemoaning bloody scientists, and she couldn’t help but tell him.
“You know, you really will like me when you get to know me.”
“Oh, I adore you already, Doctor.”
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