Jack was firing up the grill while Sam dug around in his bedroom for a long sleeve shirt. It'd grown cool while they were overheated and out of breath inside. She found him standing over charred meat and brushed his shoulder with her fingertips. He looked up at her for a moment, then back to their food.

"My quarters in Atlantis were drafty," she ( Read more... )

Throughout her career, Sam Carter consistently approached alien environments in a similar manner: with some variation of awe and excited preparedness. So when Jack O'Neill saw his second-in-command smooth her hair, her skirt, and her sleeves in three nervous passes, he smiled.

She was so not in her element. And neither was he, if he was ( Read more... )

1. I Came Apart Here

Sam fell, hard, her head bouncing like a croquet ball in the grass, a grunt forced from her lungs by the impact. Daniel jerked toward the sound. Alarmed eyes watched for a moment before turning to Jack, as if he'd have the answers. But Jack was already moving, signaling Teal'c to cover the path where the school of Jaffa ( Read more... )

Seven Years Later:

"Dr. Jackson?" Sam's son appeared at Daniel's door with an armful of old textbooks and a crooked smile, not unlike his father's.

"Hey, I thought your parents weren't leaving until tomorrow." Daniel tossed a notebook to the side and swiveled in his chair.

"They aren't. I asked if we could come in today. I like it here. You have ( Read more... )

Whooot! Posting this for the annual Day of Indulgence and I've got my story right here, hot from the press. Crisp and beta'd. A billion thanks to thothmes for encouragement and her goodest beta skillz. Also thanks to everyone else that's read along and stuck with me so far. This is the complete story, so if you've already started then you're looking for ( Read more... )

"See, what I figure is-actually, Carter did the math-but the way I see it is, you've got three, maybe three and a half minutes of air left in that compartment." Next to him his 2IC winces. "Alright, five," he amended with a pointed look in her direction. She shrugged as he turned his attention back to their prisoner. "Well, either way, you're out ( Read more... )

"Hey, Sam," Jack tried through the dim shadows of their bedroom. "Are you awake?"

Rolling to her side, Sam glanced at the notepad on his lap. "How far are you?" Her hair was as flat as her tone. She struggled a minute with the blankets, which he was sitting on top of, oblivious to her distress. "Jack," she warned, "move."

Jack's eyes lifted ( Read more... )

Okay, I blame this completely on
wanderingsmith and the comments to my previous post. Anyway, as requested a shirtless Jack and I got a distraction from my frozen toezies. I apologize in advance ;) .

Title: Jack's Last Trip to PC-1113 or Brief Respite
Author: Remi Craeg
Category: Gen
Pairing: none
Rating: PG
Season: Any
Word Count: ~1550
Summary: Alien sauna, gate ( Read more... )

He'd told her he liked the drawings and diagrams, but couldn't understand what they were about. Then he started to make his own, in an attempt to translate them into something he could comprehend. Every night for three weeks she explained the tamer aspects of her notes to the young child. Jack liked to listen to the pair but ignored the details of ( Read more... )

"General?" Lieutenant Smarty Pants stands so fast his chair almost topples behind him, which has happened before as I recall. The look on his face was so worth the disruption.

"I'm taking my lunch outside today. If General Cain decides to return my call, tell him I changed my mind; I can't make it on Sunday."

The boy's face scrunches like ( Read more... )