CW: *infantilisation*
Jack became impatient: Okay, Carter. Go take a shower.
It might have been an interesting proposition if he hadn't had that harsh tone, but that wasn't all, his face was closed again. Sam's face slowly decomposed. What was he playing at, she wondered, cat and mouse again? She stood still and challenged him with her eyes.
Jack: Go ahead. (she didn't move. He insisted) That's an order. (the intended effect failed miserably and he remembered that they had agreed "no more orders" beforehand. He resumed lower) Sam.
Sam stared at him for a moment and then insisted: This conversation is not over.
Jack nodded: I'm ordering us food. (she searched his facial expressions for a clue that he was lying and finally headed for the bathroom) Your phone? (she turned and looked at him. He held out his hand) Your brother is worried.
Sam, jaded: Lying.
Jack: Why would he call Daniel then?
Sam smiled nervously at first, then looked around guiltily: Because I didn't follow his wishes or I abandoned him at the wake?
He swallowed and accentuated his gesture. Upset about the situation, she took a deep breath and then went to her bag to press the start button on her phone and gave it to her. She took the opportunity to grab a change of clothes and walked to the bathroom.
Jack saw that the screen was asking for the pin code and looked up at her: It's locked... (he saw that she was about to speak and accelerated her words) No, don't tell me your-
Sam, mechanically: 1952.
Jack perplexed: Are you kidding? (she quickly walked back to the bathroom, now ashamed. He entered the code and blew his nose as he pressed the button) You're "unlocking" me? (She closed the door and cursed herself. He spoke louder so she could hear) Genius. You'll have to change it now.
Sam to herself: We'll see.
Jack to himself: It should have been yours.
Jack became impatient: Okay, Carter. Go take a shower.
It might have been an interesting proposition if he hadn't had that harsh tone, but that wasn't all, his face was closed again. Sam's face slowly decomposed. What was he playing at, she wondered, cat and mouse again? She stood still and challenged him with her eyes.
Jack: Go ahead. (she didn't move. He insisted) That's an order. (the intended effect failed miserably and he remembered that they had agreed "no more orders" beforehand. He resumed lower) Sam.
Sam stared at him for a moment and then insisted: This conversation is not over.
Jack nodded: I'm ordering us food. (she searched his facial expressions for a clue that he was lying and finally headed for the bathroom) Your phone? (she turned and looked at him. He held out his hand) Your brother is worried.
Sam, jaded: Lying.
Jack: Why would he call Daniel then?
Sam smiled nervously at first, then looked around guiltily: Because I didn't follow his wishes or I abandoned him at the wake?
He swallowed and accentuated his gesture. Upset about the situation, she took a deep breath and then went to her bag to press the start button on her phone and gave it to her. She took the opportunity to grab a change of clothes and walked to the bathroom.
Jack saw that the screen was asking for the pin code and looked up at her: It's locked... (he saw that she was about to speak and accelerated her words) No, don't tell me your-
Sam, mechanically: 1952.
Jack perplexed: Are you kidding? (she quickly walked back to the bathroom, now ashamed. He entered the code and blew his nose as he pressed the button) You're "unlocking" me? (She closed the door and cursed herself. He spoke louder so she could hear) Genius. You'll have to change it now.
Sam to herself: We'll see.
Jack to himself: It should have been yours.
CW: *infantilisation*
(ROOM PHONE) Jack: Oh and aspirin? Hmm. Put that on my card. Yes, thanks.
He hung up and returned to Sam's phone. An impressive amount of messages appeared unread on the main screen, impossible to miss.
(Text message) Mark: Where are you?
(Text message) Mark: You're late.
(Text message) Mark: Hello?
(Text message) Mark: Seriously Sam. Don't waste my time.
(Text message) Mark: ?????
(Text message) Mark: Answer it.
(Text message) Mark: Stop doing that.
(Text message) Mark: I'm at your door, open up.
(Text message) Mark: Sam, I'm warning you, I'm going to break this door down. I'm not paying for it.
(Text message) Mark: Where are you?
(Text message) Mark: You know what? I knew it.
(Text message) Mark: There are people waiting for you, do you even know that?
(Text message) Mark: I have children, I don't have all the time in the world.
(Text message) Mark: Can you please for once in your life not imagine that the world revolves around you?
(Text message) Mark: There you go again, work first, right?
Jack raised his eyebrows and called him.
(PHONE) Mark, coldly: Finally.
(TEL) Jack smiled: Hello Mark.
(PHONE) Mark froze for a few seconds: Where is she?
(TEL) Jack: She's fine, nice of you to ask. Um, unfortunately she's unavailable at the moment.
(PHONE) Mark: What the-
(TEL) Jack cut him off before he could hear any more: She'll call ya. She needs time. There's no point in putting more guilt on her than she already has.
He hung up, reached for the phone, then tossed it into the duffel bag. He grimaced, truly reassured that he wouldn't have to deal with this in his own life. He reached into his pocket and called Daniel.
(ANSWERING) Jack: Hey. I found Carter, she's fine. Tired. I'll extend my stay a few more hours to check on her. I'll be back Monday morning as scheduled, fresh and available. No need to contact the base.
He hung up the phone, turned it off and put it back in his pocket. He took advantage of being alone in the room to gather the bottles near the entrance, then someone knocked on the door. He opened it to the bellhop and the man pushed the cart with the tray of his order into the room. He set it on the table. Jack frowned and pulled out his phone again.
Jack pulled out the sim card: What time do you get off?
The bellman, a little embarrassed by this question but used to intrusive guests: In 30 minutes, sir. (he hesitated) May I ask why?
Jack handed him his phone: To you. (The bellman looked at him, even more embarrassed, and Jack added in a monotone voice) Brand new, no cash on me. I don't mind not giving you anything. 5885 for the code.
The bellman stared at him: Thank you, then.
Thank you, he could tell. Latest generation function phone, not yet released to the general public... Walter was going to be thrilled to have to reapply but it was better than having to justify why he was in a hotel room with his subordinate. The bellman left with the empty cart and retrieved the empty bottles from the lobby as quietly as possible. Jack went to the table, sat down, poured hot water into the two cups via the porcelain teapot and let the herbal tea bags steep.
She came back with wet hair and still as exhausted. He handed her a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice and some aspirin tablets.
Jack: Drink up, you need to stay hydrated.
Sam sat down across from him, grabbed the glass and the pills: Hmm.
She looked at the medicine for a few seconds, and seemed to be lost in thought, he wondered what she was thinking, then she swallowed it. She put her glass down and looked at what was on the table. It looked like he had ordered the entire dessert menu.
Sam, amused: Starving?
Jack looked at her, seriously: Eat. You need to get your strength back.
Grumbling about this new order and already feeling like she was facing her father on the Prometheus with the same headache, her greediness took over as soon as she took her first bite of the red fruit cake. He preferred the vanilla apple pie with a slice of cheese.
Notes:
*In the SG1 8x18 episode "Threads", Oma says "A warm Eve with a moldy lid". It is actually "Apple pie wth a slice of cheese". You will understand later why I made Jack choose this dessert. Carter is eating blue jell-o, red fruit flavored*
(ROOM PHONE) Jack: Oh and aspirin? Hmm. Put that on my card. Yes, thanks.
He hung up and returned to Sam's phone. An impressive amount of messages appeared unread on the main screen, impossible to miss.
(Text message) Mark: Where are you?
(Text message) Mark: You're late.
(Text message) Mark: Hello?
(Text message) Mark: Seriously Sam. Don't waste my time.
(Text message) Mark: ?????
(Text message) Mark: Answer it.
(Text message) Mark: Stop doing that.
(Text message) Mark: I'm at your door, open up.
(Text message) Mark: Sam, I'm warning you, I'm going to break this door down. I'm not paying for it.
(Text message) Mark: Where are you?
(Text message) Mark: You know what? I knew it.
(Text message) Mark: There are people waiting for you, do you even know that?
(Text message) Mark: I have children, I don't have all the time in the world.
(Text message) Mark: Can you please for once in your life not imagine that the world revolves around you?
(Text message) Mark: There you go again, work first, right?
Jack raised his eyebrows and called him.
(PHONE) Mark, coldly: Finally.
(TEL) Jack smiled: Hello Mark.
(PHONE) Mark froze for a few seconds: Where is she?
(TEL) Jack: She's fine, nice of you to ask. Um, unfortunately she's unavailable at the moment.
(PHONE) Mark: What the-
(TEL) Jack cut him off before he could hear any more: She'll call ya. She needs time. There's no point in putting more guilt on her than she already has.
He hung up, reached for the phone, then tossed it into the duffel bag. He grimaced, truly reassured that he wouldn't have to deal with this in his own life. He reached into his pocket and called Daniel.
(ANSWERING) Jack: Hey. I found Carter, she's fine. Tired. I'll extend my stay a few more hours to check on her. I'll be back Monday morning as scheduled, fresh and available. No need to contact the base.
He hung up the phone, turned it off and put it back in his pocket. He took advantage of being alone in the room to gather the bottles near the entrance, then someone knocked on the door. He opened it to the bellhop and the man pushed the cart with the tray of his order into the room. He set it on the table. Jack frowned and pulled out his phone again.
Jack pulled out the sim card: What time do you get off?
The bellman, a little embarrassed by this question but used to intrusive guests: In 30 minutes, sir. (he hesitated) May I ask why?
Jack handed him his phone: To you. (The bellman looked at him, even more embarrassed, and Jack added in a monotone voice) Brand new, no cash on me. I don't mind not giving you anything. 5885 for the code.
The bellman stared at him: Thank you, then.
Thank you, he could tell. Latest generation function phone, not yet released to the general public... Walter was going to be thrilled to have to reapply but it was better than having to justify why he was in a hotel room with his subordinate. The bellman left with the empty cart and retrieved the empty bottles from the lobby as quietly as possible. Jack went to the table, sat down, poured hot water into the two cups via the porcelain teapot and let the herbal tea bags steep.
She came back with wet hair and still as exhausted. He handed her a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice and some aspirin tablets.
Jack: Drink up, you need to stay hydrated.
Sam sat down across from him, grabbed the glass and the pills: Hmm.
She looked at the medicine for a few seconds, and seemed to be lost in thought, he wondered what she was thinking, then she swallowed it. She put her glass down and looked at what was on the table. It looked like he had ordered the entire dessert menu.
Sam, amused: Starving?
Jack looked at her, seriously: Eat. You need to get your strength back.
Grumbling about this new order and already feeling like she was facing her father on the Prometheus with the same headache, her greediness took over as soon as she took her first bite of the red fruit cake. He preferred the vanilla apple pie with a slice of cheese.
Notes:
*In the SG1 8x18 episode "Threads", Oma says "A warm Eve with a moldy lid". It is actually "Apple pie wth a slice of cheese". You will understand later why I made Jack choose this dessert. Carter is eating blue jell-o, red fruit flavored*
Jack ventured: So... Not happy?
She looked up at him, swallowed and looked away. God, was he really playing at being her father, or what? She wondered if Mark was definitely not right to compare him to their dad. She turned her face to the man sitting across from her. He frowned in incomprehension at her expression and took a sip to avoid talking again.
Sam ventured: Maybe just… satisfied.
Jack put down his cup: Since when?
She gritted her teeth and lowered her head. He winced as he looked inside his cup and removed what appeared to be a gnat.
Sam rested an elbow on the table and put a hand to her temple wearily: Are you going to lecture me about missing out on my life too? (he questioned her with his eyes. She moved her fork slightly) My dad.
Jack made a silent "Ha.", embarrassed to be having this conversation again: You... You feel like you're missing out?
She looked at him with a knowing look that meant "pretty much screwed up" and then played with a piece of cake on her plate, lost in her thoughts. She wondered why all these memories were coming back and if her headache would ever pass. She felt like an hour had passed... In reality, she was dozing off and had lost all sense of time. Jack was thinking about what to say, looking down at his plate.
Jack still with his head down, nervous: I'm willing to take the risk. (he swallowed) I mean... Together. (he winced with apprehension and began to raise his head towards her) If you still wanna-
He discovered her asleep, motionless, still with one elbow on the table, one hand on her temple, and the other still holding her fork. Inert. Her breathing was finally calm and regular. He raised his eyes to the sky, puffed up his cheeks with air, then blew gently to try to relax. Hmm. Bad timing, Jack, or a sign of fate?
Jack stood up and saw her suddenly reopen her eyes in front of this agitation: Get some sleep.
She smiled and shook her head sharply to wake up. Bad idea, she said to herself immediately, her eyes did not follow her brain at all and she had difficulty not to be dizzy. She then looked up at him and saw him gesturing to the bed.
Sam, weakly: No, no, I'm fine.
Jack: That's an order.
Machinally, she stood up, took a few steps towards the bed, then stopped when she realized that he had just started to impose a hierarchy between them again. Damn, for years he had made her understand by his innuendos that he wanted more, she had finally had the courage to accept what she felt for him, and he had just put her back in a subordinate position?
Sam gritted her teeth: And that's it? We go back to the hierarchy and forget about everything else?
He grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms. Sam's free hand went to her chest and she felt as if his heart wanted to go through his rib cage to her own palm because it was drumming so hard. She gasped at this contact and instantly regained all her faculties, despite the dizziness. Her eyes rose towards him, he pressed it against him, released her wrist and came to pose his hand in her blond hair. She closed her eyes to this caress. He looked at the mouth of the young woman with a burning desire to kiss her. She reopened her eyes and saw him filled with desire.
Jack insisted on every word: Get....some...sleep.
He continued to play with her hair and Sam's body went through a huge shudder. He slid with disconcerting skill his hand on her cheek and brought his thumb close to her half-opened mouth, which had as a result to make Sam's desire go up another notch.
Jack: Now.
He released his hold on her and put his hands back in his pockets, potentially to discreetly tug at his suddenly too-tight underwear. She looked at him and exhaled deeply. Okay, this time he wasn't running away. He just wanted to make sure she wasn't in any capacity for... She quickly refused to imagine what was next and he raised his eyebrows to emphasize his point. Okay to do nothing, she thought, but there was no way she was going to be alone again.
Sam nervous: Can you stay?
Jack: I'm not going anywhere.
Sam avoids his gaze: No, I mean...
She pointed to the bed with an uncertain gesture and then winced, ashamed of the question.
Jack: Listen, um… (she swallowed, he pointed to the chair he had been sitting in a moment ago) I should probably be...
He fell silent and frowned. He was reliving that moment. He stared at her, remaining silent, extremely tense, seemingly waiting for her sentence, a new order from him or his reprimand for having insisted too much. She was definitely not her double, Jack concluded.
Jack: Okay.
Echo:
*missing out on her life*
*get some sleep*
*I mean…*
Notes:
*The fact that Jack pulls a bug out of his drink is a running gag used in the series.(source)*
*In the first and last screen appearance of Pete's character, he talks about risk. I wanted to highlight this writing game that the writers had, but this time on the risk due to Air Force regulations*
She looked up at him, swallowed and looked away. God, was he really playing at being her father, or what? She wondered if Mark was definitely not right to compare him to their dad. She turned her face to the man sitting across from her. He frowned in incomprehension at her expression and took a sip to avoid talking again.
Sam ventured: Maybe just… satisfied.
Jack put down his cup: Since when?
She gritted her teeth and lowered her head. He winced as he looked inside his cup and removed what appeared to be a gnat.
Sam rested an elbow on the table and put a hand to her temple wearily: Are you going to lecture me about missing out on my life too? (he questioned her with his eyes. She moved her fork slightly) My dad.
Jack made a silent "Ha.", embarrassed to be having this conversation again: You... You feel like you're missing out?
She looked at him with a knowing look that meant "pretty much screwed up" and then played with a piece of cake on her plate, lost in her thoughts. She wondered why all these memories were coming back and if her headache would ever pass. She felt like an hour had passed... In reality, she was dozing off and had lost all sense of time. Jack was thinking about what to say, looking down at his plate.
Jack still with his head down, nervous: I'm willing to take the risk. (he swallowed) I mean... Together. (he winced with apprehension and began to raise his head towards her) If you still wanna-
He discovered her asleep, motionless, still with one elbow on the table, one hand on her temple, and the other still holding her fork. Inert. Her breathing was finally calm and regular. He raised his eyes to the sky, puffed up his cheeks with air, then blew gently to try to relax. Hmm. Bad timing, Jack, or a sign of fate?
Jack stood up and saw her suddenly reopen her eyes in front of this agitation: Get some sleep.
She smiled and shook her head sharply to wake up. Bad idea, she said to herself immediately, her eyes did not follow her brain at all and she had difficulty not to be dizzy. She then looked up at him and saw him gesturing to the bed.
Sam, weakly: No, no, I'm fine.
Jack: That's an order.
Machinally, she stood up, took a few steps towards the bed, then stopped when she realized that he had just started to impose a hierarchy between them again. Damn, for years he had made her understand by his innuendos that he wanted more, she had finally had the courage to accept what she felt for him, and he had just put her back in a subordinate position?
Sam gritted her teeth: And that's it? We go back to the hierarchy and forget about everything else?
He grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms. Sam's free hand went to her chest and she felt as if his heart wanted to go through his rib cage to her own palm because it was drumming so hard. She gasped at this contact and instantly regained all her faculties, despite the dizziness. Her eyes rose towards him, he pressed it against him, released her wrist and came to pose his hand in her blond hair. She closed her eyes to this caress. He looked at the mouth of the young woman with a burning desire to kiss her. She reopened her eyes and saw him filled with desire.
Jack insisted on every word: Get....some...sleep.
He continued to play with her hair and Sam's body went through a huge shudder. He slid with disconcerting skill his hand on her cheek and brought his thumb close to her half-opened mouth, which had as a result to make Sam's desire go up another notch.
Jack: Now.
He released his hold on her and put his hands back in his pockets, potentially to discreetly tug at his suddenly too-tight underwear. She looked at him and exhaled deeply. Okay, this time he wasn't running away. He just wanted to make sure she wasn't in any capacity for... She quickly refused to imagine what was next and he raised his eyebrows to emphasize his point. Okay to do nothing, she thought, but there was no way she was going to be alone again.
Sam nervous: Can you stay?
Jack: I'm not going anywhere.
Sam avoids his gaze: No, I mean...
She pointed to the bed with an uncertain gesture and then winced, ashamed of the question.
Jack: Listen, um… (she swallowed, he pointed to the chair he had been sitting in a moment ago) I should probably be...
He fell silent and frowned. He was reliving that moment. He stared at her, remaining silent, extremely tense, seemingly waiting for her sentence, a new order from him or his reprimand for having insisted too much. She was definitely not her double, Jack concluded.
Jack: Okay.
Echo:
*missing out on her life*
*get some sleep*
*I mean…*
Notes:
*The fact that Jack pulls a bug out of his drink is a running gag used in the series.(source)*
*In the first and last screen appearance of Pete's character, he talks about risk. I wanted to highlight this writing game that the writers had, but this time on the risk due to Air Force regulations*
She lay down in the bed, he took off his jacket, then went for his belt. When she heard this noise, she got an electric shock and stared at the ceiling. He tapped the pillow several times, then looked at the ceiling too. Decidedly, it was interesting, this ceiling.
He swallowed and thought that being in the same bed as her was... New.
She swallowed and thought that being in the same bed as him was... New.
She decided to face him. He turned his head and saw her shy smile.
Jack: Shhh. Try to get some sleep.
She continued to look at him, afraid that if she closed her eyes too long, he would disappear. He imitated her by facing her and placing his arm under her own head. He swallowed nervously, and with great hesitation, put a lock of hair back over her eyes, then stroked her cheek. She closed her eyes again to this contact. She felt like she was a high school girl again, her heart was beating faster than the first time she went through the gate... Oh God, that thought, she reminded herself. She suddenly opened her eyes again. Catherine. That's what Catherine had told her.
Jack, seeing her open her eyes suddenly, spoke softly: I am here.
She surrendered to his caresses and joined the arms of Morpheus. He admired her face, finally relaxed, took advantage of the fact that he could do it for the first time from so close and without being surprised, then turned over and stared at the ceiling again. He thought about their conversation and became anxious. What was he doing to her? She moved in her sleep and her arm came to rest limply on his chest, he smiled at the memory, she was so beautiful, even with her mouth open, drooling slightly and lost in light years from him. Hm, not so new as that, he said to himself, but definitely pleasant. He ended up falling asleep too, exhausted by this conversation.
Echo:
*New*
Bonus: *click here*
He swallowed and thought that being in the same bed as her was... New.
She swallowed and thought that being in the same bed as him was... New.
She decided to face him. He turned his head and saw her shy smile.
Jack: Shhh. Try to get some sleep.
She continued to look at him, afraid that if she closed her eyes too long, he would disappear. He imitated her by facing her and placing his arm under her own head. He swallowed nervously, and with great hesitation, put a lock of hair back over her eyes, then stroked her cheek. She closed her eyes again to this contact. She felt like she was a high school girl again, her heart was beating faster than the first time she went through the gate... Oh God, that thought, she reminded herself. She suddenly opened her eyes again. Catherine. That's what Catherine had told her.
Jack, seeing her open her eyes suddenly, spoke softly: I am here.
She surrendered to his caresses and joined the arms of Morpheus. He admired her face, finally relaxed, took advantage of the fact that he could do it for the first time from so close and without being surprised, then turned over and stared at the ceiling again. He thought about their conversation and became anxious. What was he doing to her? She moved in her sleep and her arm came to rest limply on his chest, he smiled at the memory, she was so beautiful, even with her mouth open, drooling slightly and lost in light years from him. Hm, not so new as that, he said to himself, but definitely pleasant. He ended up falling asleep too, exhausted by this conversation.
Echo:
*New*
Bonus: *click here*
CW: *alcohol* *vomit*
He woke up a few hours later, totally out of it. 3:30 pm on his watch, 4:30 pm here, then. He stretched and delicately shifted the young woman but she woke up at once. Military reflex, surely. Disoriented, she did not understand at once where she was, nor why her superior was in the same bed.
Sam tried to emerge: Sir?
Jack: You need more sleep- (abruptly she pushed him off the bed and threw up at the foot of the bed) Ewww!
She wiped her mouth quickly with one hand and leaned with her other hand on the edge of the bed to keep from passing out.
Sam sharply: Sorry... it's just the alco-
Jack grabbed her face and examined it quickly: Damn. You all right?
Sam looked away and pushed Jack's hands away from her face in shame: I'm fine. (She started to turn to get up) I'm going to clean up...
She swallowed her saliva and longed to brush her teeth.
Jack picked up the room phone: Stay down. We're in a hotel, Carter. People are getting paid for this.
She stood up anyway, and he froze and stared at her, surprised. Not sure that this decision to no longer have orders between them was the best idea of the century in fact, he said to himself. She understood what he was thinking and smiled nervously.
Sam pointed to the bathroom with her thumb: I'm going to rinse off...
Jack: Oh. (He pressed the receive button and waited, Sam closed the bathroom door) Could you send a cleaning crew in please? There was a little incident. (...) Oh. A basin too? Mmm. Thank you.
In the bathroom, she hurriedly searched her toiletry bag and pulled out an orange box with a white lid. She opened it quickly and poured some pills into her hand. She frowned. 4? 5? Damn. How many had she missed? Is it bad to take more than one at a time? What about the other medications? Hmm. She took 4 pills and swallowed them with a big glass of water, looked up at the mirror but quickly looked away.
Sam to herself: Damn it!
She then brushed her teeth and waited, too uncomfortable to go out while someone was cleaning up her mess, and even more uncomfortable that her superior was doing it.
Jack, with a robe on, to the bellman: So sorry.
The bellman smiled to reassure him: Don't worry, it happens all the time.
Jack: You send me more sorry...
The bellboy chuckled silently. When he finished, Jack realized that he still had no cash and picked up the phone.
Jack: Would you mind tipping for-
The bellman saw him gesture toward him: Alfred, sir.
Jack froze, then raised his eyebrows and said: Alfred? Yes, from $50. Thank you.
Alfred, after he hung up: Thank you, sir. I hope you have a nice day.
Jack leaned against the corner of the bathroom door: Ya can come out, he's gone.
Sam: Yeah. But not you...
Jack smiled, reassured that she was keeping her sense of humor: I can leave if you want. (she opened the door, ashamed. he stared at her with a mixture of amusement) You all right?
Sam leaned against the door opening as well: Ask me tomorrow, okay?
Jack: You look terrible.
Sam smiled wryly at the memory: Thank you, sir.
Jack nodded towards the bed: Come on.
Sam: What are you going to do?
Jack: I'm staying, don't worry.
Sam looked away: I can see you're not tired. I'm disturbing you.
Jack grew impatient with all her continued guilt: Will you stop with that? (she froze and he looked for a solution quickly) TV?
She nodded and lay back down, noting his delicate intention to put a basin on her side. He took off his bathrobe, got into the sheets and leaned on the head of the bed. A little hesitant but still seeing her nervous, he put his hand on the top of her head and gently stroked her hair again so she would fall asleep faster. She smiled and closed her eyes. It was more than pleasant actually, it was a dream. Finally. He tried to focus on the field hockey game, the Canucks team was playing as well, but she lifted her head to him, slid her hand across his stomach and moved to his chest. At once her body was traversed by an electric shock of desire.
She moved closer to his face.
Gently.
Looked at his lips.
Then his eyes.
Then his lips... expressing her desire to kiss him.
She smiled.
He swallowed.
She looked again at his eyes.
She bit her lips.
He moistened his lips and looked at Sam's.
She closed her eyes and launched herself into the last few inches.
Hm.
He woke up a few hours later, totally out of it. 3:30 pm on his watch, 4:30 pm here, then. He stretched and delicately shifted the young woman but she woke up at once. Military reflex, surely. Disoriented, she did not understand at once where she was, nor why her superior was in the same bed.
Sam tried to emerge: Sir?
Jack: You need more sleep- (abruptly she pushed him off the bed and threw up at the foot of the bed) Ewww!
She wiped her mouth quickly with one hand and leaned with her other hand on the edge of the bed to keep from passing out.
Sam sharply: Sorry... it's just the alco-
Jack grabbed her face and examined it quickly: Damn. You all right?
Sam looked away and pushed Jack's hands away from her face in shame: I'm fine. (She started to turn to get up) I'm going to clean up...
She swallowed her saliva and longed to brush her teeth.
Jack picked up the room phone: Stay down. We're in a hotel, Carter. People are getting paid for this.
She stood up anyway, and he froze and stared at her, surprised. Not sure that this decision to no longer have orders between them was the best idea of the century in fact, he said to himself. She understood what he was thinking and smiled nervously.
Sam pointed to the bathroom with her thumb: I'm going to rinse off...
Jack: Oh. (He pressed the receive button and waited, Sam closed the bathroom door) Could you send a cleaning crew in please? There was a little incident. (...) Oh. A basin too? Mmm. Thank you.
In the bathroom, she hurriedly searched her toiletry bag and pulled out an orange box with a white lid. She opened it quickly and poured some pills into her hand. She frowned. 4? 5? Damn. How many had she missed? Is it bad to take more than one at a time? What about the other medications? Hmm. She took 4 pills and swallowed them with a big glass of water, looked up at the mirror but quickly looked away.
Sam to herself: Damn it!
She then brushed her teeth and waited, too uncomfortable to go out while someone was cleaning up her mess, and even more uncomfortable that her superior was doing it.
Jack, with a robe on, to the bellman: So sorry.
The bellman smiled to reassure him: Don't worry, it happens all the time.
Jack: You send me more sorry...
The bellboy chuckled silently. When he finished, Jack realized that he still had no cash and picked up the phone.
Jack: Would you mind tipping for-
The bellman saw him gesture toward him: Alfred, sir.
Jack froze, then raised his eyebrows and said: Alfred? Yes, from $50. Thank you.
Alfred, after he hung up: Thank you, sir. I hope you have a nice day.
Jack leaned against the corner of the bathroom door: Ya can come out, he's gone.
Sam: Yeah. But not you...
Jack smiled, reassured that she was keeping her sense of humor: I can leave if you want. (she opened the door, ashamed. he stared at her with a mixture of amusement) You all right?
Sam leaned against the door opening as well: Ask me tomorrow, okay?
Jack: You look terrible.
Sam smiled wryly at the memory: Thank you, sir.
Jack nodded towards the bed: Come on.
Sam: What are you going to do?
Jack: I'm staying, don't worry.
Sam looked away: I can see you're not tired. I'm disturbing you.
Jack grew impatient with all her continued guilt: Will you stop with that? (she froze and he looked for a solution quickly) TV?
She nodded and lay back down, noting his delicate intention to put a basin on her side. He took off his bathrobe, got into the sheets and leaned on the head of the bed. A little hesitant but still seeing her nervous, he put his hand on the top of her head and gently stroked her hair again so she would fall asleep faster. She smiled and closed her eyes. It was more than pleasant actually, it was a dream. Finally. He tried to focus on the field hockey game, the Canucks team was playing as well, but she lifted her head to him, slid her hand across his stomach and moved to his chest. At once her body was traversed by an electric shock of desire.
She moved closer to his face.
Gently.
Looked at his lips.
Then his eyes.
Then his lips... expressing her desire to kiss him.
She smiled.
He swallowed.
She looked again at his eyes.
She bit her lips.
He moistened his lips and looked at Sam's.
She closed her eyes and launched herself into the last few inches.
Hm.
Defcon 1, Defcon 1!
He held her back.
Jack: You have to sleep.
With her eyes still closed, she smiled, nodded, lay down but continued to curl up against him. He rolled his eyes, exhaled deeply, and tried to focus on something other than this woman pressing against him.
Jack: You have to sleep.
With her eyes still closed, she smiled, nodded, lay down but continued to curl up against him. He rolled his eyes, exhaled deeply, and tried to focus on something other than this woman pressing against him.
We had almost destroyed the galaxy.
TW: *PTSD*
CW: *coma* *tortures* *vomit*
A few hours passed, he heard her moan and gently pushed her to check if everything was okay. She was sweating profusely and seemed far from serene.
Jack gently placed a hand on her burning forehead, concerned: Carter?
She did not answer, unconscious. Shit, he thought at full speed, ethylic coma or nightmares? He put his fingers on her neck to check her pulse but she immediately opened her eyes.
Jack: Hey, what? What's going on?
He didn't have time to finish as she bit down hard on her hand and quickly moved back to sit on the bed with her legs folded over her. Jack, taken by surprise, had a silent howl of pain and shook his hand sharply. He definitely learned his lesson this time: she had a problem with being woken up by touching her face.
Sam screamed in panic and begged: Please stop!
She kicked randomly and it hit Jack's forehead. He stepped back from the impact and tried to grab her arms and block her legs with his body to keep her on the bed. She did not let herself make it, threw back her foot and reaching it in the belly, he had the breath of it cut.
Jack got angry: Carter, stop it!
She backed away from him, running from who knows who, and pulled her legs together and swung back and forth quickly.
Jack: That's me!
She stood still, her breathing loud and jerky, her eyes scanning the room at full speed, then finally landing on Jack who was looking at her worriedly.
Sam closed her eyes and slowly opened them again: Sir?
He was apprehensive about taking her pulse and cautiously moved his hands to her face, but she pushed them away and finally stood up.
Jack got angry again and stood up: Stop it! What's going on?
She said nothing and refused to look at him. She closed her eyes and blamed herself for her reaction, which would raise more questions. He stepped back to get off the bed opposite her and showed his hands to reassure her that he would leave her alone.
Sam: Sorry. I'm just... tired.
Far from being fooled, he questioned her with his eyes. It looked like the reactions of people undergoing torture. Torture, they had experienced more than one, and the resulting nightmares, he knew only too well.
Sam knew he wouldn't leave her alone: Later, please?
He stared at her. She needed time, and after all, he too had asked her to resume their conversation later.
Jack: Okay. (She opened her eyes again and tried to look as "normal" as possible. He walked over to the mini bar) I have to go catch a plane or we're gonna have some questions. (she frowned, he opened the mini bar and took out a mini bottle) I advanced payment for this room. (he put the mini bottle on her forehead to ease the pain and she winced) You paid for an extra night, with lots and lots of alcohol... I didn't get on my plane, I told Daniel, Teal'c and your brother I was with you... (he put his free hand on the back of his neck) I paid for the meal the next day and tipped a bellman directly from my credit card. First day gone wrong.
Sam nodded to reassure him: I'll go to the front desk. I'll ask to have it all transferred to my credit card.
Jack: I'll pay you back.
Sam: Oh please, I threw up in that room. It's mine now. (he blew out his nose and smiled. The pressure fell on both sides) I have to see Mark about the will tomorrow.
Jack winced at the thought: Coffee? (Feeling nauseous, she shook her head) Aspirin?
Sam: Please.
He put the mini-bottle back in the minibar, then went to get a bottle of medicine and a tall glass of water. When she had them in her hands she frowned. He questioned her with his eyes, noticing that this was the second time she had done this.
So as not to arouse further suspicion, she put the pill in the corner of her mouth, drank the water, and then smiled at him in thanks.
He frowned, finding her reaction strange - like a child who needs to be checked to make sure she's taking her medication - but made no comment. He turned away and looked for her clothes. She widened her eyes. Oh my God yes: he was in his boxers. She turned her back sharply, uncomfortable. She took advantage of the fact that she still had the glass in her hand to move towards a chest of drawers, spat the medicine in her hand, put the glass down and threw the pill behind the furniture. Jack, meanwhile, had grabbed his pants to put them on and looked up at her, wondering what she was doing standing there. It was only now that she had hit his outfit, he wondered? He groaned and said to himself that deciding to have slept with her, whereas she did not have all her faculties, had really not been the idea of the century.
She heard the buckle of her belt close, then footsteps moving away. She assumed they were decent again and turned toward him, nervous.
Jack came back to her and put on his jacket: You going to be all right? (she nodded and he adjusted his collar) I gave my phone to the bellman. GPS. (she froze, surprised that she hadn't thought of that precaution herself, and he had a doubt) Is that... Is that what I should have done or... ?
Sam nodded and murmured: Yeah, that's perfect.
She noted in a corner of her head to remember such details for later. He reached into his inside jacket pocket, laid the driver's license on the table and tilted his head in a knowing way so she wouldn't hit the road right away. She swallowed and nodded.
They looked at each other, he reluctant to make any physical contact with her, still feeling her sore hand, and she still confused about her behavior of... of the last few days, in fact.
He approached timidly, one step after the other, while continuing to look at her. Arrived at her height, he gently raised his hands towards her face, then questioned her with his eyes to know if he could continue. She smiled to encourage him, almost sorry for him to have to take so many precautions. He gently put both hands around her face and placed a kiss on her forehead.
Okay. It was not what she expected. Even a little too "fatherly", right?
Jack broke away from her: Get some sleep. See you Tuesday.
Sam perplexed: What should I do to get you to finally kiss me?
Jack: Not throwing up would be a good start. (she lowered her head and blew out her nose. He dodged a smile and headed for the doorway) Stick with it, Carter.
CW: *coma* *tortures* *vomit*
A few hours passed, he heard her moan and gently pushed her to check if everything was okay. She was sweating profusely and seemed far from serene.
Jack gently placed a hand on her burning forehead, concerned: Carter?
She did not answer, unconscious. Shit, he thought at full speed, ethylic coma or nightmares? He put his fingers on her neck to check her pulse but she immediately opened her eyes.
Jack: Hey, what? What's going on?
He didn't have time to finish as she bit down hard on her hand and quickly moved back to sit on the bed with her legs folded over her. Jack, taken by surprise, had a silent howl of pain and shook his hand sharply. He definitely learned his lesson this time: she had a problem with being woken up by touching her face.
Sam screamed in panic and begged: Please stop!
She kicked randomly and it hit Jack's forehead. He stepped back from the impact and tried to grab her arms and block her legs with his body to keep her on the bed. She did not let herself make it, threw back her foot and reaching it in the belly, he had the breath of it cut.
Jack got angry: Carter, stop it!
She backed away from him, running from who knows who, and pulled her legs together and swung back and forth quickly.
Jack: That's me!
She stood still, her breathing loud and jerky, her eyes scanning the room at full speed, then finally landing on Jack who was looking at her worriedly.
Sam closed her eyes and slowly opened them again: Sir?
He was apprehensive about taking her pulse and cautiously moved his hands to her face, but she pushed them away and finally stood up.
Jack got angry again and stood up: Stop it! What's going on?
She said nothing and refused to look at him. She closed her eyes and blamed herself for her reaction, which would raise more questions. He stepped back to get off the bed opposite her and showed his hands to reassure her that he would leave her alone.
Sam: Sorry. I'm just... tired.
Far from being fooled, he questioned her with his eyes. It looked like the reactions of people undergoing torture. Torture, they had experienced more than one, and the resulting nightmares, he knew only too well.
Sam knew he wouldn't leave her alone: Later, please?
He stared at her. She needed time, and after all, he too had asked her to resume their conversation later.
Jack: Okay. (She opened her eyes again and tried to look as "normal" as possible. He walked over to the mini bar) I have to go catch a plane or we're gonna have some questions. (she frowned, he opened the mini bar and took out a mini bottle) I advanced payment for this room. (he put the mini bottle on her forehead to ease the pain and she winced) You paid for an extra night, with lots and lots of alcohol... I didn't get on my plane, I told Daniel, Teal'c and your brother I was with you... (he put his free hand on the back of his neck) I paid for the meal the next day and tipped a bellman directly from my credit card. First day gone wrong.
Sam nodded to reassure him: I'll go to the front desk. I'll ask to have it all transferred to my credit card.
Jack: I'll pay you back.
Sam: Oh please, I threw up in that room. It's mine now. (he blew out his nose and smiled. The pressure fell on both sides) I have to see Mark about the will tomorrow.
Jack winced at the thought: Coffee? (Feeling nauseous, she shook her head) Aspirin?
Sam: Please.
He put the mini-bottle back in the minibar, then went to get a bottle of medicine and a tall glass of water. When she had them in her hands she frowned. He questioned her with his eyes, noticing that this was the second time she had done this.
So as not to arouse further suspicion, she put the pill in the corner of her mouth, drank the water, and then smiled at him in thanks.
He frowned, finding her reaction strange - like a child who needs to be checked to make sure she's taking her medication - but made no comment. He turned away and looked for her clothes. She widened her eyes. Oh my God yes: he was in his boxers. She turned her back sharply, uncomfortable. She took advantage of the fact that she still had the glass in her hand to move towards a chest of drawers, spat the medicine in her hand, put the glass down and threw the pill behind the furniture. Jack, meanwhile, had grabbed his pants to put them on and looked up at her, wondering what she was doing standing there. It was only now that she had hit his outfit, he wondered? He groaned and said to himself that deciding to have slept with her, whereas she did not have all her faculties, had really not been the idea of the century.
She heard the buckle of her belt close, then footsteps moving away. She assumed they were decent again and turned toward him, nervous.
Jack came back to her and put on his jacket: You going to be all right? (she nodded and he adjusted his collar) I gave my phone to the bellman. GPS. (she froze, surprised that she hadn't thought of that precaution herself, and he had a doubt) Is that... Is that what I should have done or... ?
Sam nodded and murmured: Yeah, that's perfect.
She noted in a corner of her head to remember such details for later. He reached into his inside jacket pocket, laid the driver's license on the table and tilted his head in a knowing way so she wouldn't hit the road right away. She swallowed and nodded.
They looked at each other, he reluctant to make any physical contact with her, still feeling her sore hand, and she still confused about her behavior of... of the last few days, in fact.
He approached timidly, one step after the other, while continuing to look at her. Arrived at her height, he gently raised his hands towards her face, then questioned her with his eyes to know if he could continue. She smiled to encourage him, almost sorry for him to have to take so many precautions. He gently put both hands around her face and placed a kiss on her forehead.
Okay. It was not what she expected. Even a little too "fatherly", right?
Jack broke away from her: Get some sleep. See you Tuesday.
Sam perplexed: What should I do to get you to finally kiss me?
Jack: Not throwing up would be a good start. (she lowered her head and blew out her nose. He dodged a smile and headed for the doorway) Stick with it, Carter.
Walter entered the room and smiled: Good morning, General. (he placed a cup of hot coffee on his desk, along with a pile of files that looked as high as Everest) No problems this weekend on our side, and you?
Jack: None. (he frowned) I lost my phone.
Walter: That's the second one, sir. (Jack grunted and Walter finally looked up at him) Maybe you should go back to an old-
Jack noticed Walter staring at him strangely: What?
Walter: You have (he pointed to his forehead) a huge bruise.
Jack remembered: Oh yeah. Uh. Closet.
He winced at his lie that will make him look even more like a jerk.
Walter: You should go to the infirmary, it's really not pretty a- (Jack gave him one of his famous looks. Walter fled toward the exit) Sir.
Jack: None. (he frowned) I lost my phone.
Walter: That's the second one, sir. (Jack grunted and Walter finally looked up at him) Maybe you should go back to an old-
Jack noticed Walter staring at him strangely: What?
Walter: You have (he pointed to his forehead) a huge bruise.
Jack remembered: Oh yeah. Uh. Closet.
He winced at his lie that will make him look even more like a jerk.
Walter: You should go to the infirmary, it's really not pretty a- (Jack gave him one of his famous looks. Walter fled toward the exit) Sir.
CW: *syringe* *blood* *depression* *PTSD* *death* *kidnapping* *torture*
Dr. Brightman saw him enter: General. Are you here for your monthly blood donation?
Jack froze, then grimaced, having forgotten this detail: Dr. Brightman, good morning. (he saw Siler sitting on one of the beds, getting a fresh burn on his forearm) Siler.
Siler nodded toward him: General.
Dr. Brightman discovered his bruise: What happened to you?
Jack: Eurrh, a closet.
The doctor went to a shelf and grabbed something to treat him. It wasn't much, it wasn't open, but there was already a lump and yellow-blue and green tints.
Jack: Siler? What happened to you?
Siler, jaded: An incident in the storeroom while I was emptying the batteries for the monthly inspection. (he shook his head) Nothing serious.
Jack shook his head. The doctor came back to put some cream on him. He took a quick look at his hand to check his bite, but there were no marks. Just a little sore.
Jack: I'd like to check the team's medical records.
Dr. Brightman: Yes, of course. (She pointed to the file room) Do you think it would be possible to look at my request for additional personnel?
Jack: Um yes, I'll get right on that. Sorry for the delay.
Dr. Brightman: No problem. Here you go. Good as new. (hands him the tube of ointment) Once every three hours.
Jack grabbed it: What about my candy?
Dr. Brightman held out his hand to him: You think you can get away from me that fast? (he grunted and gave her his arm. She disinfected his elbow) We're running out of B-negatives right now.
Jack glanced at Siler: If only some people would stop draining our storeroom.
Siler, sarcastic: Very funny, sir.
The doctor set up the equipment, then left and Siler was finally cured. Jack cursed himself for not taking a book and giving his phone. Not even a yo-yo on the horizon. The sampling took less than 10 minutes, which seemed like 100 years to him. Finally the machine beeped, the doctor came back, removed the IV, put a bandage on him and released him.
Dr. Brightman gave him a cereal bar: Your candy.
Jack blew his nose: Thank you.
She went back to her duties, he walked to the file room and opened his cereal bar, thinking that it would be a shame to pass out in the infirmary by actually bumping into a cupboard... He entered, closed the lock behind him, looked for locker "C" and rummaged through it while eating his candy.
He opened his file but didn't see anything special at first glance. He looked at his latest treatments and discovered a prescription for a drug with an unpronounceable name for a little over a year. He frowned and reached into his pocket to pull out his phone but... remembered he didn't have one.
He rolled his eyes and tried to concentrate, reading the name several times to remember it, and prayed that he wouldn't be interrupted while he reached his computer. The doses increased every 4 months.
As he continued his research, he came across the "psychology" section of the file. The members of the SGC had to be followed psychologically by a shrink. One could have more or less appointments, these were confidential, so Jack knew that he would not find anything compromising in this file. The number of sessions was at the discretion of the shrinks and the patients, and it was not recorded in their files. This system had been put in place the first year the SGC was created.
He did not find much, except for an "anxiety disorder" detected in the first psychological evaluations and an entry that kept repeating "PTSD to be monitored" on different dates "Sept 2003" "Dec 2003" "April 2004" "Oct 2004". He retained this information as well, closed the file and quietly went back to work.
Back at his desk, he first typed the name of the drug. He frowned, trying to understand the medical terms. It was a serotonin reuptake inhibitor and he continued reading, hoping that the rest would be easier to understand. The next sentence gave him the answer. It was an antidepressant. Jack sat back in his chair and took a deep breath.
What?" he asked himself. Why didn't he have this information? Sam didn't seem depressed, he thought, before remembering that he too had been depressed for many years and that depression did indeed have many faces. He blew out his breath again and did another search, this time for "PTSD:
Dr. Brightman saw him enter: General. Are you here for your monthly blood donation?
Jack froze, then grimaced, having forgotten this detail: Dr. Brightman, good morning. (he saw Siler sitting on one of the beds, getting a fresh burn on his forearm) Siler.
Siler nodded toward him: General.
Dr. Brightman discovered his bruise: What happened to you?
Jack: Eurrh, a closet.
The doctor went to a shelf and grabbed something to treat him. It wasn't much, it wasn't open, but there was already a lump and yellow-blue and green tints.
Jack: Siler? What happened to you?
Siler, jaded: An incident in the storeroom while I was emptying the batteries for the monthly inspection. (he shook his head) Nothing serious.
Jack shook his head. The doctor came back to put some cream on him. He took a quick look at his hand to check his bite, but there were no marks. Just a little sore.
Jack: I'd like to check the team's medical records.
Dr. Brightman: Yes, of course. (She pointed to the file room) Do you think it would be possible to look at my request for additional personnel?
Jack: Um yes, I'll get right on that. Sorry for the delay.
Dr. Brightman: No problem. Here you go. Good as new. (hands him the tube of ointment) Once every three hours.
Jack grabbed it: What about my candy?
Dr. Brightman held out his hand to him: You think you can get away from me that fast? (he grunted and gave her his arm. She disinfected his elbow) We're running out of B-negatives right now.
Jack glanced at Siler: If only some people would stop draining our storeroom.
Siler, sarcastic: Very funny, sir.
The doctor set up the equipment, then left and Siler was finally cured. Jack cursed himself for not taking a book and giving his phone. Not even a yo-yo on the horizon. The sampling took less than 10 minutes, which seemed like 100 years to him. Finally the machine beeped, the doctor came back, removed the IV, put a bandage on him and released him.
Dr. Brightman gave him a cereal bar: Your candy.
Jack blew his nose: Thank you.
She went back to her duties, he walked to the file room and opened his cereal bar, thinking that it would be a shame to pass out in the infirmary by actually bumping into a cupboard... He entered, closed the lock behind him, looked for locker "C" and rummaged through it while eating his candy.
He opened his file but didn't see anything special at first glance. He looked at his latest treatments and discovered a prescription for a drug with an unpronounceable name for a little over a year. He frowned and reached into his pocket to pull out his phone but... remembered he didn't have one.
He rolled his eyes and tried to concentrate, reading the name several times to remember it, and prayed that he wouldn't be interrupted while he reached his computer. The doses increased every 4 months.
As he continued his research, he came across the "psychology" section of the file. The members of the SGC had to be followed psychologically by a shrink. One could have more or less appointments, these were confidential, so Jack knew that he would not find anything compromising in this file. The number of sessions was at the discretion of the shrinks and the patients, and it was not recorded in their files. This system had been put in place the first year the SGC was created.
He did not find much, except for an "anxiety disorder" detected in the first psychological evaluations and an entry that kept repeating "PTSD to be monitored" on different dates "Sept 2003" "Dec 2003" "April 2004" "Oct 2004". He retained this information as well, closed the file and quietly went back to work.
Back at his desk, he first typed the name of the drug. He frowned, trying to understand the medical terms. It was a serotonin reuptake inhibitor and he continued reading, hoping that the rest would be easier to understand. The next sentence gave him the answer. It was an antidepressant. Jack sat back in his chair and took a deep breath.
What?" he asked himself. Why didn't he have this information? Sam didn't seem depressed, he thought, before remembering that he too had been depressed for many years and that depression did indeed have many faces. He blew out his breath again and did another search, this time for "PTSD:
Post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) is characterized by intense, unpleasant, and dysfunctional reactions that occur after an overwhelming traumatic event.
He knew about "PTSD," he just never used the acronym. Many soldiers lived with the condition, including him, with his night terrors. He reflected on a potential overwhelming traumatic event. As a member of an SG team, they were all on the front lines.
Walter arrived with the relevant files: Sir?
Jack gestured for him to come in: Thank you Walter.
As soon as Walter left, Jack searched through the most... problematic reports.
September 2003: Sam had found herself alone on the Prometheus thousands of miles from Earth with no contact and no chance of returning. She thought she had been forgotten by the crew members. When she returned, she seemed... different. Her report didn't say anything psychologically special, but... If mission reports detailed everything that really happened, we would know.
December 2003: Fraiser's death. Jack winced, Sam had been very affected and he too had almost died that day.
April 2004: Jack read the first lines of the report and winced again. Kidnapping and torture by Fifth.
He closed the report and looked for the last date.
October 2004: RepliCarter.
He didn't need to read the report again either and closed the file.
He closed his eyes for a moment, then told himself that he had to continue his research before being disturbed again.
Walter arrived with the relevant files: Sir?
Jack gestured for him to come in: Thank you Walter.
As soon as Walter left, Jack searched through the most... problematic reports.
September 2003: Sam had found herself alone on the Prometheus thousands of miles from Earth with no contact and no chance of returning. She thought she had been forgotten by the crew members. When she returned, she seemed... different. Her report didn't say anything psychologically special, but... If mission reports detailed everything that really happened, we would know.
December 2003: Fraiser's death. Jack winced, Sam had been very affected and he too had almost died that day.
April 2004: Jack read the first lines of the report and winced again. Kidnapping and torture by Fifth.
He closed the report and looked for the last date.
October 2004: RepliCarter.
He didn't need to read the report again either and closed the file.
He closed his eyes for a moment, then told himself that he had to continue his research before being disturbed again.
A life-threatening event or one that results in a serious injury can cause lasting and intense suffering. The affected person may relive the event, have nightmares and avoid anything that reminds them of the event.
This disorder can be treated with psychotherapy and antidepressants. When terrible events occur, most people are permanently affected. Fighting, sexual assault, and natural or man-made disasters are common causes of PTSD and lead to feelings of fear, helplessness, or horror.
This disorder can be treated with psychotherapy and antidepressants. When terrible events occur, most people are permanently affected. Fighting, sexual assault, and natural or man-made disasters are common causes of PTSD and lead to feelings of fear, helplessness, or horror.
Jack winced. Like all the members of the expeditions in this program, they had suffered most of what he had done.
These events may be experienced directly (suffering a serious injury or being threatened with death) or indirectly (witnessing serious injury, death, or the threat of death to others, or learning that a traumatic event has affected a close relative or friend).
People may have experienced a single trauma or, as is often the case, multiple traumas.
People may have experienced a single trauma or, as is often the case, multiple traumas.
Jack sat back in his chair. Indeed, it was quite logical to have this kind of trauma. He closed the page and closed his eyes for a moment to gather his thoughts.
How was he going to tell her? Should he wait for her to tell him or should he admit that he had been looking into it?
He was interrupted by Walter knocking on his office door. Work was starting again.
Notes:
*Article: Perception is everything (source)*
*The myth of depression (source)*
How was he going to tell her? Should he wait for her to tell him or should he admit that he had been looking into it?
He was interrupted by Walter knocking on his office door. Work was starting again.
Notes:
*Article: Perception is everything (source)*
*The myth of depression (source)*
CW: *firearm* *alcoholism* *psychophobia* *bloody mention*
He opened his door, turned on the entryway, then headed to the kitchen. He put the caterer's bag on the table, opened the cutlery drawer and swapped the gun in his belt for a for. He grabbed a beer from the fridge, retrieved the cardboard dish from the bag and headed into the living room. He turned on the living room light, walked down the stairs and missed the heart attack: she was standing in the middle of the living room.
Sam: Hi.
With that surprise, he dropped his dish on the floor and used his bottle as a weapon of defense. Sam winced, crouched down quickly to pick up the stale carton, and thanked God it wasn't the other way around that he had dropped it.
Jack to himself: Aaaah! Geez! (he shouted) Carter! (he regained his composure) If I'm not a heart patient I think I just became one!
Sam handed him the stale cardboard box, embarrassed: Sorry. I'm sorry. I didn't want to risk calling.
He tilted his head and accepted the argument. He took a deep breath and grabbed the box.
Jack: How did you get in here?
Sam pointed to the bay window: By umm...
He smiled softly at her, amused that she had noticed this detail. Once her eyes became accustomed to the light, she froze at the blue of his forehead.
Jack: It's okay. Don't worry about it. It doesn't look like it, but I'm glad to see you. (he hands her his beer, but as he does so he thinks about the day before and goes back to it) Eurrrh...
Sam smiled nervously: I'll avoid it for a while.
He walked towards his kitchen and nodded for her to follow him, it would give him a few more seconds to come up with an idea so she could relax a little, he hoped.
Jack: How long have you been here?
Sam: Half an hour. (He froze. She winced and added quietly, nervously) I... I haven't touched anything.
Jack blew his nose and walked into the kitchen: Turn on the light next time. I wasn't expecting visitors.
Sam froze in the dining room: You probably want to be alone. I'm sorry. I-
Jack washed his hands and changed the subject: You all right?
Sam grinned and changed the subject back: I stopped to do some shopping.
He poked his head through the frame and saw her putting a bag on the dining table. He could also see her clothes, now that he was no longer in shock. She was wearing a simple white dress with a floral pattern, as she often wore, and one of her leather jackets. Sexy without even doing it on purpose, all her. As if to exauce his most unavowable dreams, she removed the first layer: with this stress she was hot. He swallowed and refocused on his hand wiping, put the beer in the fridge and joined her, nervous in turn. She lined up several cell phones of different brands and their chargers on the table. Some models were very old and must have had several owners.
Jack was amused by this sight: To your dealer?
Sam: Kind of. You were right about your phone. We have to be careful. They each have a prepaid card. (She took two phones at random and showed him the inscription carved into each one with a blade) A letter and a unique number registered so we can reach each other. We follow the alphabet for the order of use to notify the other, then we get rid of them. Never in our own garbage. Okay?
Jack nodded: We use codes if we need to reach each other on our unsecured lines by quoting the letter of the phone, right?
Sam: We can go further to give each other the code for the next phone. Like telling each other a location with the first letter in a conversation? Albuquerque for phone A, Boston for phone B, C... (she seemed to search for a few seconds) ... Chulak?
Jack: "Chulak"?
Sam: Inspiration failure.
Jack tilted his head and in a wry tone: Colorado Springs is pretty mild this time of year.
Sam returned his ironic smile and moved the phone in her hands: Got it?
Jack reached for the phone in her hands: Got it. Where?
Sam winced anxiously: Now I'm struggling a little more... (she began to lose herself in her thoughts) And this plan works if there are no bugs in our homes already.
Jack, puzzled: "Bugs"?
Sam grinned: I know... it sounds a little paranoid.
Jack, ironically: "A little"?
Sam tried to hide her embarrassment: My phone is regularly tapped. (She tilted her head nervously) Yours too, probably.
Jack raised his eyebrows: The Trust?
Sam, prudent: And others.
Jack nodded, held up a finger, took out his new-new phone and locked it in his microwave: We'll check it out.
Sam: Maybe buy a bug detector and a GPS tracker jammer? I can make some in the lab, but I'm afraid I'll be asked questions. (He puts the phones on the table and walks over to her. She didn't notice, too focused on her thoughts) Oh, I can program some at home. I just need some motherboards. A wave scrambler too, right? For the places, we'll have to change often.
He gave a simple "hum" and nodded mechanically, no longer interested in the conversation. He moistened his lips while looking at Sam's.
Sam, focused on the conversation: Next time we could go back to the hotel, but we should avoid going to your house or m-
Jack: I'll keep that in mind. You did a good job. Is that-
Sam cut him off without realizing it: No credit cards. Cash only. Fake names. And ideally never in the same cities.
Jack rolled his eyes, then insisted: Samantha?
She snapped out of her thoughts immediately, turned her head toward him and saw his face very close to hers. He juggled her gaze with his lips, and waited for her to make the last few centimeters.
He opened his door, turned on the entryway, then headed to the kitchen. He put the caterer's bag on the table, opened the cutlery drawer and swapped the gun in his belt for a for. He grabbed a beer from the fridge, retrieved the cardboard dish from the bag and headed into the living room. He turned on the living room light, walked down the stairs and missed the heart attack: she was standing in the middle of the living room.
Sam: Hi.
With that surprise, he dropped his dish on the floor and used his bottle as a weapon of defense. Sam winced, crouched down quickly to pick up the stale carton, and thanked God it wasn't the other way around that he had dropped it.
Jack to himself: Aaaah! Geez! (he shouted) Carter! (he regained his composure) If I'm not a heart patient I think I just became one!
Sam handed him the stale cardboard box, embarrassed: Sorry. I'm sorry. I didn't want to risk calling.
He tilted his head and accepted the argument. He took a deep breath and grabbed the box.
Jack: How did you get in here?
Sam pointed to the bay window: By umm...
He smiled softly at her, amused that she had noticed this detail. Once her eyes became accustomed to the light, she froze at the blue of his forehead.
Jack: It's okay. Don't worry about it. It doesn't look like it, but I'm glad to see you. (he hands her his beer, but as he does so he thinks about the day before and goes back to it) Eurrrh...
Sam smiled nervously: I'll avoid it for a while.
He walked towards his kitchen and nodded for her to follow him, it would give him a few more seconds to come up with an idea so she could relax a little, he hoped.
Jack: How long have you been here?
Sam: Half an hour. (He froze. She winced and added quietly, nervously) I... I haven't touched anything.
Jack blew his nose and walked into the kitchen: Turn on the light next time. I wasn't expecting visitors.
Sam froze in the dining room: You probably want to be alone. I'm sorry. I-
Jack washed his hands and changed the subject: You all right?
Sam grinned and changed the subject back: I stopped to do some shopping.
He poked his head through the frame and saw her putting a bag on the dining table. He could also see her clothes, now that he was no longer in shock. She was wearing a simple white dress with a floral pattern, as she often wore, and one of her leather jackets. Sexy without even doing it on purpose, all her. As if to exauce his most unavowable dreams, she removed the first layer: with this stress she was hot. He swallowed and refocused on his hand wiping, put the beer in the fridge and joined her, nervous in turn. She lined up several cell phones of different brands and their chargers on the table. Some models were very old and must have had several owners.
Jack was amused by this sight: To your dealer?
Sam: Kind of. You were right about your phone. We have to be careful. They each have a prepaid card. (She took two phones at random and showed him the inscription carved into each one with a blade) A letter and a unique number registered so we can reach each other. We follow the alphabet for the order of use to notify the other, then we get rid of them. Never in our own garbage. Okay?
Jack nodded: We use codes if we need to reach each other on our unsecured lines by quoting the letter of the phone, right?
Sam: We can go further to give each other the code for the next phone. Like telling each other a location with the first letter in a conversation? Albuquerque for phone A, Boston for phone B, C... (she seemed to search for a few seconds) ... Chulak?
Jack: "Chulak"?
Sam: Inspiration failure.
Jack tilted his head and in a wry tone: Colorado Springs is pretty mild this time of year.
Sam returned his ironic smile and moved the phone in her hands: Got it?
Jack reached for the phone in her hands: Got it. Where?
Sam winced anxiously: Now I'm struggling a little more... (she began to lose herself in her thoughts) And this plan works if there are no bugs in our homes already.
Jack, puzzled: "Bugs"?
Sam grinned: I know... it sounds a little paranoid.
Jack, ironically: "A little"?
Sam tried to hide her embarrassment: My phone is regularly tapped. (She tilted her head nervously) Yours too, probably.
Jack raised his eyebrows: The Trust?
Sam, prudent: And others.
Jack nodded, held up a finger, took out his new-new phone and locked it in his microwave: We'll check it out.
Sam: Maybe buy a bug detector and a GPS tracker jammer? I can make some in the lab, but I'm afraid I'll be asked questions. (He puts the phones on the table and walks over to her. She didn't notice, too focused on her thoughts) Oh, I can program some at home. I just need some motherboards. A wave scrambler too, right? For the places, we'll have to change often.
He gave a simple "hum" and nodded mechanically, no longer interested in the conversation. He moistened his lips while looking at Sam's.
Sam, focused on the conversation: Next time we could go back to the hotel, but we should avoid going to your house or m-
Jack: I'll keep that in mind. You did a good job. Is that-
Sam cut him off without realizing it: No credit cards. Cash only. Fake names. And ideally never in the same cities.
Jack rolled his eyes, then insisted: Samantha?
She snapped out of her thoughts immediately, turned her head toward him and saw his face very close to hers. He juggled her gaze with his lips, and waited for her to make the last few centimeters.
Sam becomes extremely nervous: Sorry about that.
Jack: For what?
Sam lower: For talking too much. (He seemed confused by this answer, she reached for her lips and closed her eyes but he pulled back) Sorry. (She lowered her head for a fraction of a second and turned around to get her bag) I should go.
Jack puzzled: Why do you always apologize?
Sam froze: I...
Silence.
Jack waited for the next part: What?
Sam avoided his gaze: Nothing, I...
Silence.
Jack looked at her: Uh? What?
Sam, swallowed: Hmm.
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Jack: For what?
Sam lower: For talking too much. (He seemed confused by this answer, she reached for her lips and closed her eyes but he pulled back) Sorry. (She lowered her head for a fraction of a second and turned around to get her bag) I should go.
Jack puzzled: Why do you always apologize?
Sam froze: I...
Silence.
Jack waited for the next part: What?
Sam avoided his gaze: Nothing, I...
Silence.
Jack looked at her: Uh? What?
Sam, swallowed: Hmm.
Bonus:
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Jack exhaled deeply and looked away: Carter, it's not too late to back out if you don't-
Sam exclaimed: No!
They looked at each other. He emphasized his questioning by raising his eyebrows. She swallowed, he frowned and moistened his lips nervously.
Jack straightened up: If you need more time, I-
Sam: No really, I'm fine. I'm sorry. It's me I-
Jack shook his arms in front of him and spoke up: Carter! (he emphasized his gesture) I'm always late. (she questioned him with her eyes and he swallowed and re-emphasized) I'm not gonna blame ya for taking your time. (she stared at him, surprised at his atypical logic and took a few seconds to think about it. She finally nodded and looked away nervously) So... (she looked at him again) Need more time?
Sam: No. (she looked down for a split second, intimidated, then back up at him and straightened slightly. He positioned himself in front of her but didn't dare to do anything more. She was practically of the same size as him with her heels and he wondered if she had made on purpose. In front of his sudden shyness, she took Jack's hands in hers, put them on her own face and he could deduce that he was right about her heels. She added lower) Don't you dare aim for my forehead this time.
Jack: Yeah, first base. I got the idea.
She put her hands on his waist to encourage him. Surprised, he raised his eyebrows and felt a warmth rising from his loins. Anxious certainly, he said to himself, but not shy. She slid her fingers down his back, he opened his mouth in pleasure and could conclude that she was definitely not shy.
Jack, nervous: Hmm. Well they say the first one's always the hardest.
Sam smiled at the memory: That's what they say, yeah.
They both closed their eyes and felt their breaths getting closer and closer. They took the time to enjoy the sensation of their hearts pumping as much blood as they could into their chests. Their lips touched and they took a long breath of happiness before pressing the kiss. They remained several seconds thus trying each one of their side to keep their calm in front of all the emotions which pulverized them. With closed eyes, they separated by a few millimeters.
Jack whispered: How did you do that?
She opened her eyes and saw his still closed.
Sam stayed just as close to her face and whispered back: Did what?
Jack, after a few seconds of silence: Stop time.
Sam dodged a smile: That's easy. (she brought her lips together again) I'll show you.
Echo:
*time: "all the time", "always late", "take your time", "need more time", "this time", "take time", "stop time"*
*Sorry, apologize*
*city, place, location*
*heart: this scene opens with "missed the heart attack" and "If I'm not a heart patient I think I just became one!" and ends with "the sensation of their hearts pumping as much blood as they could into their chests"*
*Jack's "hardest" versus Sam's "It's easy", knowing that "easy" is normally associated with Jack, while Sam is associated with "time" in screenwriting*
Sam exclaimed: No!
They looked at each other. He emphasized his questioning by raising his eyebrows. She swallowed, he frowned and moistened his lips nervously.
Jack straightened up: If you need more time, I-
Sam: No really, I'm fine. I'm sorry. It's me I-
Jack shook his arms in front of him and spoke up: Carter! (he emphasized his gesture) I'm always late. (she questioned him with her eyes and he swallowed and re-emphasized) I'm not gonna blame ya for taking your time. (she stared at him, surprised at his atypical logic and took a few seconds to think about it. She finally nodded and looked away nervously) So... (she looked at him again) Need more time?
Sam: No. (she looked down for a split second, intimidated, then back up at him and straightened slightly. He positioned himself in front of her but didn't dare to do anything more. She was practically of the same size as him with her heels and he wondered if she had made on purpose. In front of his sudden shyness, she took Jack's hands in hers, put them on her own face and he could deduce that he was right about her heels. She added lower) Don't you dare aim for my forehead this time.
Jack: Yeah, first base. I got the idea.
She put her hands on his waist to encourage him. Surprised, he raised his eyebrows and felt a warmth rising from his loins. Anxious certainly, he said to himself, but not shy. She slid her fingers down his back, he opened his mouth in pleasure and could conclude that she was definitely not shy.
Jack, nervous: Hmm. Well they say the first one's always the hardest.
Sam smiled at the memory: That's what they say, yeah.
They both closed their eyes and felt their breaths getting closer and closer. They took the time to enjoy the sensation of their hearts pumping as much blood as they could into their chests. Their lips touched and they took a long breath of happiness before pressing the kiss. They remained several seconds thus trying each one of their side to keep their calm in front of all the emotions which pulverized them. With closed eyes, they separated by a few millimeters.
Jack whispered: How did you do that?
She opened her eyes and saw his still closed.
Sam stayed just as close to her face and whispered back: Did what?
Jack, after a few seconds of silence: Stop time.
Sam dodged a smile: That's easy. (she brought her lips together again) I'll show you.
Echo:
*time: "all the time", "always late", "take your time", "need more time", "this time", "take time", "stop time"*
*Sorry, apologize*
*city, place, location*
*heart: this scene opens with "missed the heart attack" and "If I'm not a heart patient I think I just became one!" and ends with "the sensation of their hearts pumping as much blood as they could into their chests"*
*Jack's "hardest" versus Sam's "It's easy", knowing that "easy" is normally associated with Jack, while Sam is associated with "time" in screenwriting*
TW: *sexually explicit content*
CW: *firearm* *body fluid*
She put pressure on his back to attract him more towards her and to accentuate the kiss. He slipped one of his hands behind Sam's neck, put his other hand on her waist and pressed his fingers. She moaned slightly and half-opened her lips. He ventured cautiously and their tongues touched in an explosion of excitement. Their promise to take their time disappeared in an instant: Their breaths accelerated and their bodies demanded more mutual contact for a matter of survival.
She brought back one of her hands between them two and pulled on the garment upwards to remove it from his pants. His palm begged the skin of his partner and at the moment when she slipped her burning hand on his belly, he pushed in his turn a moan.
This simple contact of skin to skin ignited even more their desires. She joined her other hand under his T-shirt and pressed her fingers on his skin. His skin seemed so cold compared to hers. Why was it so cold? She clutched it even closer to her, intoxicated by this sensation of frozen burn.
Transported by the ardor, he pushed her slightly back in spite of him. She found herself stuck between the table and the man, which increased her excitation. She sat down on the table, spread her legs and pulled him towards her. He positioned himself without resistance, amazed to see her react like this. She wanted it in her and could say with certainty that he also saw the contraction which she felt through his pants.
In spite of the irresistible desire to assuage finally this mountain of frustration accumulated during all his years, he found the force to detach himself from her, kept the eyes closed and lowered the head to prevent any temptation.
Jack: Wait wait wait.
Sam, quietly: What?
Jack took a few steps back to regain control: We need to calm down.
Sam leaned back slightly and put her hands on the table in support: Or...
She stared at him intensely and in an extremely calculated way, dropped her heels one by one to the floor. With an innocent smile, she then looked around and waited for him to decide to remove the rest of her clothes himself. He bent his head at this provocation, resisted a few seconds then rushed to surround her face with his hands.
Jack kissed her eagerly: Okay your plan is better than mine.
She entwined her two legs around him so that he no longer has the idea of escaping. The sensation of his member again so close to the intimacy of her teammate made him lose foot. He pushed a grunt and put a hand on the table to support himself. He tried to recover his spirits while she giggled at his reaction. In front of her impertinence, his revenge did not make itself wait: he took again the kiss, slipped his hand under the wheel of her dress and went up it gently. She felt her heart to drum more and more strongly in her chest as the centimeters crossed. Arriving at the level of her right hip, he stopped and frowned. Something abnormal blocked his progression. He stopped the kiss and lowered his head towards the problem.
Sam perked up: Ah.
She lifted the flap of her dress to reveal a two-part holster with her M9 in direct contact with her skin. A shiver of excitement ran through Jack's body at this discovery. She untied the two clips of the fastener, put the set on the table with a disconcerting naturalness and raised her head towards him.
Sam saw the man's dazed expression: What?
Jack pointed to the gun: Okay. That. (he accentuated his gesture) That was the sexiest thing I've ever seen. (she smiled) Any other fancy toys?
She gave him a puzzled look but he didn't give her time to answer and kissed her fiercely. She wrapped her legs around him again, brought her hands down to his belt and began to pull on it.
Jack untied himself again, a little embarrassed: Wait wait. I have... Humpf. I was thinking of stopping by the store tomorrow to... Eurrrh...
She withdrew her legs, got to her feet and pushed him slightly so that she could rummage in the bag that was still on the table to remove a small cardboard box bought at the local drugstore. She placed it on the table and smiled at him. They looked at each other for a moment to enjoy the situation. She put her burning hand back under his T-shirt.
Jack startled slightly: Little curious.
She smiled and pressed her body against his. They set out again in their exchanges but he moved away. Again. She almost raised her eyes to the sky and shouted a "WHAT?!" that only he had the secret but she noticed that he stretched a hand towards her.
She hesitated at first, eyes riveted on this hand, surprised by this novelty, then put her hand on his. He caught it and invited her to follow him in his room. Arriving in the corridor, she pulled on his hand so that it was immobilized.
Jack turned around, slightly worried and nervous: What?
She retrieved his hand and went back to get the box of condoms on the table. She returned with a small smile caused by the man's impatience.
Jack tilted his head and whispered: Cheeky.
Sam's smile widened and his eyes sparkled. He grabbed her arm, pulled her towards him and pushed her against the wall of the hallway, one hand behind her head so she wouldn't hit the landing. She let out a small laugh that was quickly muffled by a tongue dipping into her mouth. With his left hand, he grabbed Sam's wrist and held it up against the wall. She felt her body liquefy and let out a gasp of satisfaction. He withdrew his tongue to stare at her. He then slid his right hand up her leg and gently pulled up the flap of her dress.
Jack: Permission to play with you?
Sam smiled and nodded: Have fun.
He caressed her nose with his and arrived at the sought-after fabric, gently caressing the front of the garment. She closed her eyes and her breath caught. He smiled from the corner of his lips at her reaction and reached her clitoris through the already wet fabric. She pushed her head back and he began rubbing with his fingertips. She moaned and interlaced her fingers with his. He deposited furtive kisses on her neck. She leaned it more to offer him more access and moved several times the basin to accentuate the pressure of the fingers of Jack.
In front of her enthusiasm, he slowed down his titillations and snuck a finger in a hook in the elastic of her panties. She helped him in his initiative by wriggling and the panties finished on the ground. He raised the head towards the face of her partner to check if all was well. She bit her lip and devoured it of the eyes, pressed to satisfy its curiosity on what it reserved for him for the continuation.
He smiled at her, put his free hand on her cheek, caressed her lips with his thumb so that she stopped biting them. She half-opened her mouth, looked at him and raised her left leg slightly. He bent his head. Here she started again to test his limits. She guessed that he understood and smiled slightly. He kept control and lifted his right knee so she would have extra support. If she wanted to play who would break first, she was going to lose this bet.
His thumb entered the inside of her mouth a few millimeters. She raised her eyebrows, slightly surprised by his gesture. He began to smile but she did not let him win the point: with the end of her tongue, she touched his thumb while continuing to look at him. The breathing of the man cut itself immediately and it was her who began to smile.
Jack exhaled the air blocked in his lungs: You are cheating.
She wanted to retort but he imprisoned her lips with his before. He plunged his tongue back into her mouth, she closed her eyes and sighed again with satisfaction. He did not leave her any time to get used to the torture and ventured his hand until her pubic. Her breathing accelerated and she believed to lose foot when he caressed her hairs. He plunged further and recovered delicately with two fingers of her cyprin at the opening of her inner lips and completely included his thumb with the liquid.
He brought his fingers to her clitoris, she arched her back and let out a long moan as he reached the ball of nerves. Sam's breathing stopped abruptly, a shiver ran through her body and he stopped his kiss to let her regain her senses. She found her breath and they looked at each other. She nodded and he began his movements, slowly at first, then faster and faster, all the while keeping his eyes on her. Damn, he could have drowned in her eyes, he thought. He amplified his pressures and admired it when she moaned again to the exercise.
She tightened her left hand and their joints became white. The pleasure intensified and she closed her eyes to try to keep the last crumbs of control which it remained to him. She closed her mouth and concentrated to regain control of the situation. He frowned slightly at her reaction and slowed his movements.
Jack murmured: Are you okay? (she opened her eyes and nodded. He remained puzzled and hesitated) Should I continue or...?
Sam looked away and whispered: Yeah, sorry.
He frowned again but she smiled to reassure him and brought her lips to his to invite him to continue.
Reassured, he assumed that she might have gotten used to it and changed the position of her fingers. He slipped his middle finger and his ring finger towards the entry of her vagina and his thumb came to replace the others on her clitoris. He gently entered her and she broke the kiss to push her head back again.
Sam moaned: Fuck...!
He smiled at her reaction and started the thrust again. She smiled in ecstasy, her head still back and gasped. He enjoyed this vision and finally became aware of what he was doing to her. He half-opened his mouth, amazed, and felt his member inflate to its paroxysm in some seconds. He had the impression that his head turned and slowed down his movements in spite of him. He plunged his head into her neck and closed his eyes to recover his spirits more quickly. She put back her head right and he emerged. He resumed a little more quickly his comings and goings so that she does not notice his state.
Sam grimaced, softly: Humm.
He froze and looked up at her, a little nervous that she had surprised him by being so vulnerable.
Jack, just as low as her: "Hmmm" what?
Sam, uncomfortable: You... (He questioned her with his eyes, confused. She nodded and looked down for a split second so he would understand) Can you bend them slightly?
Jack, reassured that it was a quid pro quo: Oh. (He changed the position of his fingers inside and accentuated his thumb pressure) Like this?
He tested for a few seconds but she winced again. He felt her contract under him and tested another position of his fingers. This time she immediately pushed her head back like the other times and her breath caught before she let out a moan of pleasure.
Sam: Like this. (He blew out his nose and buried his head in her neck to place kisses. She pulled herself together and whispered) Sorry.
Jack between kisses on her neck: No no, it's me. (He gently moved up to her ear) I've coordination problems in my arms since some injuries. Especially the right one.
Sam opened her eyes wide: Oh. Sorry.
Jack kissed her skin again: Not your fault.
He began to lick her skin towards her collarbone and heard her breath become ragged.
Sam, quietly: A little faster?
He complied with her request but began to feel really cramped in his pants. It was his own breathing that accelerated: to see her asking him for his favors excited him enormously. He went the opposite way with his tongue and bit her ear.
Sam murmured: A little faster. (he did so with pleasure and a few seconds later she added almost imperceptibly) Jack...
Abruptly she dropped the condom packet she still had in her other hand and dug her nails into her arm, going back and forth inside her. Her heart pounded in her chest and she winced as she tried to control her loss of control. The result was that her orgasm was ridiculously small compared to everything that had gone before. She froze, her eyes closed, totally stunned. He felt her body relax under him and her breathing calm down. So he stopped his movements and withdrew his fingers. She loosened her hands from Jack's body, and he moved his fingers in the hope that he would soon find blood in them.
Her eyes always closed, he looked at her with a small smile and gently lowered his knee. She reopened her eyes, rested her leg and laughed nervously in silence a fraction of second before giving herself a contentment. He saw her flee his gaze, frowned and put her forehead against his.
Jack, quietly: Are you okay?
Sam smiled shyly and she kissed him to reassure him: Yeah.
During her kiss, he wondered if she was lying and if he had done something wrong. A horrible stray thought hit him: what if she was ashamed to feel pleasure with him? He frowned and pulled away slightly, uncomfortable. He stared at her but she smiled again and it was she who worried about his expression now.
Sam hesitated, still low: Are you okay?
Jack stroked her hair with his left hand: Yeah.
They looked at each other's faces, both worried and a little nervous.
Sam pulled herself together and smiled wider: Your turn.
Echo:
*wait*
*a little faster*
*play / have fun / cheat*
*Are you okay?*
*Sorry*
*Like this*
Notes:
*Article: the racist history of body hair removal in the US (source) (source)*
*Video: Do we wax for ourselves or because of societal norms? (source)*
*Article: Great sex doesn't have to include orgasms (source)*
*Article: Fingering is not just foreplay it's the main event (source)*
*Study: More than a Physical Burden, Women’s Emotional and Mental Work in Preventing Pregnancy (source)*
Bonus:
*click here*
*click here*
*click here*
CW: *firearm* *body fluid*
She put pressure on his back to attract him more towards her and to accentuate the kiss. He slipped one of his hands behind Sam's neck, put his other hand on her waist and pressed his fingers. She moaned slightly and half-opened her lips. He ventured cautiously and their tongues touched in an explosion of excitement. Their promise to take their time disappeared in an instant: Their breaths accelerated and their bodies demanded more mutual contact for a matter of survival.
She brought back one of her hands between them two and pulled on the garment upwards to remove it from his pants. His palm begged the skin of his partner and at the moment when she slipped her burning hand on his belly, he pushed in his turn a moan.
This simple contact of skin to skin ignited even more their desires. She joined her other hand under his T-shirt and pressed her fingers on his skin. His skin seemed so cold compared to hers. Why was it so cold? She clutched it even closer to her, intoxicated by this sensation of frozen burn.
Transported by the ardor, he pushed her slightly back in spite of him. She found herself stuck between the table and the man, which increased her excitation. She sat down on the table, spread her legs and pulled him towards her. He positioned himself without resistance, amazed to see her react like this. She wanted it in her and could say with certainty that he also saw the contraction which she felt through his pants.
In spite of the irresistible desire to assuage finally this mountain of frustration accumulated during all his years, he found the force to detach himself from her, kept the eyes closed and lowered the head to prevent any temptation.
Jack: Wait wait wait.
Sam, quietly: What?
Jack took a few steps back to regain control: We need to calm down.
Sam leaned back slightly and put her hands on the table in support: Or...
She stared at him intensely and in an extremely calculated way, dropped her heels one by one to the floor. With an innocent smile, she then looked around and waited for him to decide to remove the rest of her clothes himself. He bent his head at this provocation, resisted a few seconds then rushed to surround her face with his hands.
Jack kissed her eagerly: Okay your plan is better than mine.
She entwined her two legs around him so that he no longer has the idea of escaping. The sensation of his member again so close to the intimacy of her teammate made him lose foot. He pushed a grunt and put a hand on the table to support himself. He tried to recover his spirits while she giggled at his reaction. In front of her impertinence, his revenge did not make itself wait: he took again the kiss, slipped his hand under the wheel of her dress and went up it gently. She felt her heart to drum more and more strongly in her chest as the centimeters crossed. Arriving at the level of her right hip, he stopped and frowned. Something abnormal blocked his progression. He stopped the kiss and lowered his head towards the problem.
Sam perked up: Ah.
She lifted the flap of her dress to reveal a two-part holster with her M9 in direct contact with her skin. A shiver of excitement ran through Jack's body at this discovery. She untied the two clips of the fastener, put the set on the table with a disconcerting naturalness and raised her head towards him.
Sam saw the man's dazed expression: What?
Jack pointed to the gun: Okay. That. (he accentuated his gesture) That was the sexiest thing I've ever seen. (she smiled) Any other fancy toys?
She gave him a puzzled look but he didn't give her time to answer and kissed her fiercely. She wrapped her legs around him again, brought her hands down to his belt and began to pull on it.
Jack untied himself again, a little embarrassed: Wait wait. I have... Humpf. I was thinking of stopping by the store tomorrow to... Eurrrh...
She withdrew her legs, got to her feet and pushed him slightly so that she could rummage in the bag that was still on the table to remove a small cardboard box bought at the local drugstore. She placed it on the table and smiled at him. They looked at each other for a moment to enjoy the situation. She put her burning hand back under his T-shirt.
Jack startled slightly: Little curious.
She smiled and pressed her body against his. They set out again in their exchanges but he moved away. Again. She almost raised her eyes to the sky and shouted a "WHAT?!" that only he had the secret but she noticed that he stretched a hand towards her.
She hesitated at first, eyes riveted on this hand, surprised by this novelty, then put her hand on his. He caught it and invited her to follow him in his room. Arriving in the corridor, she pulled on his hand so that it was immobilized.
Jack turned around, slightly worried and nervous: What?
She retrieved his hand and went back to get the box of condoms on the table. She returned with a small smile caused by the man's impatience.
Jack tilted his head and whispered: Cheeky.
Sam's smile widened and his eyes sparkled. He grabbed her arm, pulled her towards him and pushed her against the wall of the hallway, one hand behind her head so she wouldn't hit the landing. She let out a small laugh that was quickly muffled by a tongue dipping into her mouth. With his left hand, he grabbed Sam's wrist and held it up against the wall. She felt her body liquefy and let out a gasp of satisfaction. He withdrew his tongue to stare at her. He then slid his right hand up her leg and gently pulled up the flap of her dress.
Jack: Permission to play with you?
Sam smiled and nodded: Have fun.
He caressed her nose with his and arrived at the sought-after fabric, gently caressing the front of the garment. She closed her eyes and her breath caught. He smiled from the corner of his lips at her reaction and reached her clitoris through the already wet fabric. She pushed her head back and he began rubbing with his fingertips. She moaned and interlaced her fingers with his. He deposited furtive kisses on her neck. She leaned it more to offer him more access and moved several times the basin to accentuate the pressure of the fingers of Jack.
In front of her enthusiasm, he slowed down his titillations and snuck a finger in a hook in the elastic of her panties. She helped him in his initiative by wriggling and the panties finished on the ground. He raised the head towards the face of her partner to check if all was well. She bit her lip and devoured it of the eyes, pressed to satisfy its curiosity on what it reserved for him for the continuation.
He smiled at her, put his free hand on her cheek, caressed her lips with his thumb so that she stopped biting them. She half-opened her mouth, looked at him and raised her left leg slightly. He bent his head. Here she started again to test his limits. She guessed that he understood and smiled slightly. He kept control and lifted his right knee so she would have extra support. If she wanted to play who would break first, she was going to lose this bet.
His thumb entered the inside of her mouth a few millimeters. She raised her eyebrows, slightly surprised by his gesture. He began to smile but she did not let him win the point: with the end of her tongue, she touched his thumb while continuing to look at him. The breathing of the man cut itself immediately and it was her who began to smile.
Jack exhaled the air blocked in his lungs: You are cheating.
She wanted to retort but he imprisoned her lips with his before. He plunged his tongue back into her mouth, she closed her eyes and sighed again with satisfaction. He did not leave her any time to get used to the torture and ventured his hand until her pubic. Her breathing accelerated and she believed to lose foot when he caressed her hairs. He plunged further and recovered delicately with two fingers of her cyprin at the opening of her inner lips and completely included his thumb with the liquid.
He brought his fingers to her clitoris, she arched her back and let out a long moan as he reached the ball of nerves. Sam's breathing stopped abruptly, a shiver ran through her body and he stopped his kiss to let her regain her senses. She found her breath and they looked at each other. She nodded and he began his movements, slowly at first, then faster and faster, all the while keeping his eyes on her. Damn, he could have drowned in her eyes, he thought. He amplified his pressures and admired it when she moaned again to the exercise.
She tightened her left hand and their joints became white. The pleasure intensified and she closed her eyes to try to keep the last crumbs of control which it remained to him. She closed her mouth and concentrated to regain control of the situation. He frowned slightly at her reaction and slowed his movements.
Jack murmured: Are you okay? (she opened her eyes and nodded. He remained puzzled and hesitated) Should I continue or...?
Sam looked away and whispered: Yeah, sorry.
He frowned again but she smiled to reassure him and brought her lips to his to invite him to continue.
Reassured, he assumed that she might have gotten used to it and changed the position of her fingers. He slipped his middle finger and his ring finger towards the entry of her vagina and his thumb came to replace the others on her clitoris. He gently entered her and she broke the kiss to push her head back again.
Sam moaned: Fuck...!
He smiled at her reaction and started the thrust again. She smiled in ecstasy, her head still back and gasped. He enjoyed this vision and finally became aware of what he was doing to her. He half-opened his mouth, amazed, and felt his member inflate to its paroxysm in some seconds. He had the impression that his head turned and slowed down his movements in spite of him. He plunged his head into her neck and closed his eyes to recover his spirits more quickly. She put back her head right and he emerged. He resumed a little more quickly his comings and goings so that she does not notice his state.
Sam grimaced, softly: Humm.
He froze and looked up at her, a little nervous that she had surprised him by being so vulnerable.
Jack, just as low as her: "Hmmm" what?
Sam, uncomfortable: You... (He questioned her with his eyes, confused. She nodded and looked down for a split second so he would understand) Can you bend them slightly?
Jack, reassured that it was a quid pro quo: Oh. (He changed the position of his fingers inside and accentuated his thumb pressure) Like this?
He tested for a few seconds but she winced again. He felt her contract under him and tested another position of his fingers. This time she immediately pushed her head back like the other times and her breath caught before she let out a moan of pleasure.
Sam: Like this. (He blew out his nose and buried his head in her neck to place kisses. She pulled herself together and whispered) Sorry.
Jack between kisses on her neck: No no, it's me. (He gently moved up to her ear) I've coordination problems in my arms since some injuries. Especially the right one.
Sam opened her eyes wide: Oh. Sorry.
Jack kissed her skin again: Not your fault.
He began to lick her skin towards her collarbone and heard her breath become ragged.
Sam, quietly: A little faster?
He complied with her request but began to feel really cramped in his pants. It was his own breathing that accelerated: to see her asking him for his favors excited him enormously. He went the opposite way with his tongue and bit her ear.
Sam murmured: A little faster. (he did so with pleasure and a few seconds later she added almost imperceptibly) Jack...
Abruptly she dropped the condom packet she still had in her other hand and dug her nails into her arm, going back and forth inside her. Her heart pounded in her chest and she winced as she tried to control her loss of control. The result was that her orgasm was ridiculously small compared to everything that had gone before. She froze, her eyes closed, totally stunned. He felt her body relax under him and her breathing calm down. So he stopped his movements and withdrew his fingers. She loosened her hands from Jack's body, and he moved his fingers in the hope that he would soon find blood in them.
Her eyes always closed, he looked at her with a small smile and gently lowered his knee. She reopened her eyes, rested her leg and laughed nervously in silence a fraction of second before giving herself a contentment. He saw her flee his gaze, frowned and put her forehead against his.
Jack, quietly: Are you okay?
Sam smiled shyly and she kissed him to reassure him: Yeah.
During her kiss, he wondered if she was lying and if he had done something wrong. A horrible stray thought hit him: what if she was ashamed to feel pleasure with him? He frowned and pulled away slightly, uncomfortable. He stared at her but she smiled again and it was she who worried about his expression now.
Sam hesitated, still low: Are you okay?
Jack stroked her hair with his left hand: Yeah.
They looked at each other's faces, both worried and a little nervous.
Sam pulled herself together and smiled wider: Your turn.
Echo:
*wait*
*a little faster*
*play / have fun / cheat*
*Are you okay?*
*Sorry*
*Like this*
Notes:
*Article: the racist history of body hair removal in the US (source) (source)*
*Video: Do we wax for ourselves or because of societal norms? (source)*
*Article: Great sex doesn't have to include orgasms (source)*
*Article: Fingering is not just foreplay it's the main event (source)*
*Study: More than a Physical Burden, Women’s Emotional and Mental Work in Preventing Pregnancy (source)*
Bonus:
*click here*
*click here*
*click here*
CW: * hypersexualization of women* * mention of body fluid*
Jack gave a small smile and moved his right hand slightly: I'll be right back.
She understood that he was going to wash his hands in the bathroom. She felt a deep uneasiness resurfacing from who-knows-where, a horrible feeling. She leaned against the wall with one hand, put her other hand on her face and closed her eyes.
A desire to vomit, to die. It has been happening more and more lately. She felt a little liquid coming out of her crotch, the result of the pleasure she had had and she opened her eyes suddenly. She grabbed her panties from the floor and felt them slightly wet between her fingers, which made her feel sick again.
On the verge of fainting, she swallowed and closed her eyes. She managed to pull herself together and rushed into the dining room to search her bag for a clean undergarment and a box of medicine. He reappeared in the hallway and was surprised not to find her there. He grabbed the box of condoms that had been left on the floor with an amused smile on his face and went looking for it.
Jack: Hey. (she gasped slightly and moved away from the bag. He froze, knew something was definitely wrong and his face broke) Are you okay?
Sam looked away, tense: Yes. (She forced herself to look at him so as not to arouse his suspicions further and smiled) Everything is fine.
So he could conclude that she was not such a great liar. He approached her, put the box of condoms on the table next to where the bag was and looked at her discreetly, looking for the problem.
He winced and tilted his head. Yeah, he thought, her Plan A never works.
Jack collected himself: I'm hungry. (She nodded quickly. He moved his hand limply to the kitchen.) Ya wanna take a shower while I...
Sam, uncomfortable: If you don't mind.
Jack nodded so he would follow her: Eurh. (He cleared his throat) I'll see if I have a clean towel.
She took her bag and followed him. In the bathroom, he quickly picked up a towel and a pair of pajama bottoms left on the floor and put them on the overflowing laundry basket. He cursed himself for not having done a little tidying up a few minutes before when he was there.
Jack grinned, uncomfortable: Sorry. I wasn't expecting-
Sam smiled nervously: That's okay sir, thank you. (He froze for a fraction of a second from his "Sir" and she widened her eyes. He pulled a clean towel from the closet) Uh.
He handed her the towel, then nervously moved his hand to the tub and left the room. The door closed like the soldier's eyes once he was alone. The lock clicked and he reopened his eyes to his messy room. They had passed in front to join the bathroom, she had been able to notice it. Like a panicked child, he set about changing the sheets on the bed, didn't know what to do with the dirty clothes in his arms since the dirty clothes basket was inaccessible and decided that the underside of the bed was a good hiding place. He thanked his military training for being able to make a spotless bed so quickly.
After locking the door, she reached into her bag for the famous orange box with the white lid. She looked for a glass, which she found on top of a stack of CRACKED and MAD magazines, the first of which had a caricature of a hyper-sexualized woman on its cover. She tried not to pay attention, washed the glass - not knowing how long it had been there - poured herself some water, poured two capsules into her palm and asked herself again if it was a good idea to take so many at once. She was having seizure after seizure right now, more and more intense since Fifth. She stared at her reflection in the mirror and hated herself for being so weak. At her own reflection's contemptuous expression, she corrected herself: not only Fifth, RepliCarter too. Same look, same memory... Same person?
She swallowed the pills with the glass of water, then blew and blamed herself one last time for losing control of the situation so quickly. She felt her cyprine flowing again between her thighs and started to take a shower quickly.
He returned to the kitchen and rolled his eyes at the mess. He quickly put the dirty dishes scattered everywhere in the sink, cleaned the crumbs on the worktops and ranted against himself for not having emptied that damn full trash can this morning. His bachelor ticks had returned much faster than he could have imagined and his brain sent him the memory of Kerry. Not even a week. He grimaced and chased away the idea that they had gone a little fast in this story and concentrated on his task.
After tidying up, he searched the cupboards, wondering what had happened. He wasn't as hungry, and would have continued on the same path, but something had disturbed Sam.
Maybe he had been too quick? Maybe she didn't want a relationship after all? Maybe he had been too... Enterprising? Um, he thought, at least we had dinner before we did anything... physical. Maybe he had hurt her? Had he just screwed up? God, and he who had promised himself to just kiss her to begin with.
He growled at himself: the world didn't just revolve around Jack O'Neill. She had PTSD, you idiot. She was on antidepressants, and had just lost her father. That explained her behavior. He needed to trust her and stop extrapolating things.
After her shower which she admitted was physically beneficial, she could only notice that her anxiety did not leave her for all that. She came out of the bathroom and smiled at the sight of the remade bed. It was cute and she wasn't the only one stressing, she reassured herself. She shyly approached the kitchen and heard the water in the kettle simmering.
Jack from behind: Tea?
Sam sat down at the table: Thank you.
Jack turned with two large bowls in his hands: For tonight, the chef's specialty.
She looked at him curiously. He gave her half smile, placed two empty bowls on the table, and she questioned him with her eyes.
Jack, more than serious: Rice Krispies, Froot Loops or Oatmeal?
Sam closed her eyes and smiled: Rice Krispies.
Jack turned to open a cupboard: Good choice.
Sam: You still haven't learned to cook. (he grabbed the cereal packets and remained silent, offended. He put the packages down in front of her) I've seen nothing but smoke and charred meat so far. (She tilted her head) And frozen water.
Jack raised his eyebrows: Because you're better off maybe?
Sam, almost offended: Well, for the record, yes.
Jack hesitated for a few seconds: My mother used to cook, but my father didn't like to see me in the kitchen. (she felt uncomfortable with his seriousness and looked away. He raised his eyebrows) "Sissy stuff" apparently... (he looked away too and went to the kitchen to get the rest) Later, it was Sara who took care of it. (he retrieved two cups and took the kettle) later again... (he smiled and walked towards Sam) The caterers of our dear city.
"Damn!" she panicked. He put the cups and the kettle on the table.
Sam looked down at her clenched hands in her lap: Sorry, I...
He stared at her, puzzled by her reaction. She swallowed and said nothing more. He breathed deeply and crouched down at her height, not without difficulty as he leaned on the table.
Jack exaggerated her name: Samanthaaaa. (He took Sam's hands in his. She broke down at the use of her name in the same way she had imagined it on the Prometheus) You should know, a part of me is never going to let go of what I left behind.
He frowned at a strange sense of déjà vu. Gosh, he recalled, bad déjà vu. A wave of guilt rose in him and he swallowed.
Sam panicked at his expression: I didn't mean to-
Jack shook his head slightly to compose himself: If you have any questions-
Sam smiled nervously: It's okay.
She felt like she needed to be comforted and she couldn't stand it.
Jack, more gently: Let's try to be... honest with each other. (She swallowed and wondered why she felt so nervous around him. She nodded nervously to re-confirm their willingness to be "honest" with each other, just like in that hotel room the night before) Some of the harder stuff can wait. Later.
He looked at her intensely to emphasize his point. She was surprised by his proposal, finding him mature in his handling of relationships.
Pete would never have said such a thing, she thought. Well, he would have said it, so he would have looked for a way to find out on his own... Even if it meant asking an FBI agent for her file without her prior approval... And Jonas, um. Let's not talk about that.
She quickly shook off the memory and silenced her brain.
Jack: We're good with that?
Sam: Okay. (In front of her still closed face, he questioned her with his eyes. She looked down at her hands in his) I... I wanted everything to be perfect.
Jack: Was it imperfect? (she didn't answer and he released her hands) You want to know what I think? (she looked at him with a mixture of curiosity and fear. He leaned on the table and stood up with hidden difficulty) I am sixteen years older than you.
Sam frowned: I thought this subject was closed.
She wondered if he was talking from a couple's experience point of view. And indeed on that point she felt like a beginner compared to him, not being able to be happy in a relationship, or being happy at all, for that matter. Let's not even talk about being in control.
Jack: I'm just saying... The right leg balance, I'm not sure I can do that again.
She dodged a smile but didn't seem any more reassured than that. Worse, she remembered that she had forgotten her old injuries like the one on her right arm a few minutes ago and her anxiety soared.
Sam snapped: Oh my God. It's your leg where you got shot with the Jaffa spear on Netu because of me. You broke it several times. I forgot. You keep saying you're in pain. Sorry.
Jack frowned: Hmm? Ha. This leg, yeah, but... (He shook his head in incomprehension) "your fault"?
She swallowed and looked away. He looked at her for a moment, quite a guilt problem... on several counts, apparently.
Jack lowered his head slightly: Carter. Blew out my knees at Cadet Soccer Stadium. . Quarterback. (He tilted his head and smiled) I always liked baseball better.
Sam nodded, still nervous: Sorry.
Jack lost his patience: Will you stop with that?
Sam: Hmm?
Jack gritted his teeth: You're always apologizing? (she swallowed and stared at him, still holding back her apology. He winced and then returned to the original subject) I'm afraid you'll get bored with'. (she opened her mouth to protest, but he continued before she could interrupt him) Let's lose our careers. (she closed her mouth, afraid of that too) Of screwing up with you. I'm afraid of a lot of things. (He held out his hand) Come here.
She put her hand in his and stood up. He swallowed his saliva and looked away, slightly uncomfortable at not knowing how to react to this new closeness, then embraced her. She enjoyed his embrace, reassured by the feeling of his heart beating in her chest.
Sam: I'm afraid of losing control.
Jack: Nothing to worry about before.
She smiled and hid her face in his shoulder. After a slight silence, she took her courage in both hands.
Sam: I'm afraid you'll find that I'm broken.
Jack raised his eyebrows in incomprehension: "Broken"?
He waited a moment for her to explain but she remained silent. He pulled her away from him to see her face, but she avoided his gaze. He perceived an inner struggle in her, as if she was searching for the reason why she was telling him this.
Sam resumed: Sorry. I think too much.
He released her from his embrace and stared at her. It was going to be a long time before she got out of the habit of apologizing for everything, he thought. She took the opportunity to grab the kettle, served the two cups and plunged the two bags.
She cursed herself several times, always feeling his inquisitive look on her. Why had she said that? she asked herself. She sat back down and took a sip, even though it was not yet fully brewed and... extremely hot. She put the cup back down but held it in her hands to capture its heat. He winced at her behavior and went to get the milk. Sam, meanwhile, bit her lower lip and shifted her right leg nervously while she was gone.
Jack from the kitchen: It's okay. You think too much. I don't think enough. (He walked slowly over to her with the milk carton in his hand and opened it. He poured some into the two bowls and put the carton on the table.) Your subatomic quantum mumbo-jumbo doohickeys, no thanks. (she began to smile broadly but still didn't look at him. He returned to the kitchen) For the rest, with pleasure.
He opened a drawer and took out two large spoons. She seemed to be fighting against herself, so he went back to the table and offered her a place setting. She held out her hand but he did not let go. He moved his head slightly to indicate that he was waiting for an answer to what he had just said.
Sam put on a brave face and glanced at the spoon: I'm a big girl but okay.
He dropped the spoon with a satisfied smile. He then sat down in front of her and began to pour his cereal.
Echo:
*Are you okay? / Everything's fine.*
*later*
*my fault / your fault*
*I'm afraid*
*think too much*
Notes:
*Screenshot: Mini Jack reading CRAKED (source)*
*Information about CRAKED (source)*
*Screenshot: Jack reading MAD (source)*
*Information about MAD (source)*
*Article: Think too much (source)*
Bonus:
*click here*
Jack gave a small smile and moved his right hand slightly: I'll be right back.
She understood that he was going to wash his hands in the bathroom. She felt a deep uneasiness resurfacing from who-knows-where, a horrible feeling. She leaned against the wall with one hand, put her other hand on her face and closed her eyes.
A desire to vomit, to die. It has been happening more and more lately. She felt a little liquid coming out of her crotch, the result of the pleasure she had had and she opened her eyes suddenly. She grabbed her panties from the floor and felt them slightly wet between her fingers, which made her feel sick again.
On the verge of fainting, she swallowed and closed her eyes. She managed to pull herself together and rushed into the dining room to search her bag for a clean undergarment and a box of medicine. He reappeared in the hallway and was surprised not to find her there. He grabbed the box of condoms that had been left on the floor with an amused smile on his face and went looking for it.
Jack: Hey. (she gasped slightly and moved away from the bag. He froze, knew something was definitely wrong and his face broke) Are you okay?
Sam looked away, tense: Yes. (She forced herself to look at him so as not to arouse his suspicions further and smiled) Everything is fine.
So he could conclude that she was not such a great liar. He approached her, put the box of condoms on the table next to where the bag was and looked at her discreetly, looking for the problem.
He winced and tilted his head. Yeah, he thought, her Plan A never works.
Jack collected himself: I'm hungry. (She nodded quickly. He moved his hand limply to the kitchen.) Ya wanna take a shower while I...
Sam, uncomfortable: If you don't mind.
Jack nodded so he would follow her: Eurh. (He cleared his throat) I'll see if I have a clean towel.
She took her bag and followed him. In the bathroom, he quickly picked up a towel and a pair of pajama bottoms left on the floor and put them on the overflowing laundry basket. He cursed himself for not having done a little tidying up a few minutes before when he was there.
Jack grinned, uncomfortable: Sorry. I wasn't expecting-
Sam smiled nervously: That's okay sir, thank you. (He froze for a fraction of a second from his "Sir" and she widened her eyes. He pulled a clean towel from the closet) Uh.
He handed her the towel, then nervously moved his hand to the tub and left the room. The door closed like the soldier's eyes once he was alone. The lock clicked and he reopened his eyes to his messy room. They had passed in front to join the bathroom, she had been able to notice it. Like a panicked child, he set about changing the sheets on the bed, didn't know what to do with the dirty clothes in his arms since the dirty clothes basket was inaccessible and decided that the underside of the bed was a good hiding place. He thanked his military training for being able to make a spotless bed so quickly.
After locking the door, she reached into her bag for the famous orange box with the white lid. She looked for a glass, which she found on top of a stack of CRACKED and MAD magazines, the first of which had a caricature of a hyper-sexualized woman on its cover. She tried not to pay attention, washed the glass - not knowing how long it had been there - poured herself some water, poured two capsules into her palm and asked herself again if it was a good idea to take so many at once. She was having seizure after seizure right now, more and more intense since Fifth. She stared at her reflection in the mirror and hated herself for being so weak. At her own reflection's contemptuous expression, she corrected herself: not only Fifth, RepliCarter too. Same look, same memory... Same person?
She swallowed the pills with the glass of water, then blew and blamed herself one last time for losing control of the situation so quickly. She felt her cyprine flowing again between her thighs and started to take a shower quickly.
He returned to the kitchen and rolled his eyes at the mess. He quickly put the dirty dishes scattered everywhere in the sink, cleaned the crumbs on the worktops and ranted against himself for not having emptied that damn full trash can this morning. His bachelor ticks had returned much faster than he could have imagined and his brain sent him the memory of Kerry. Not even a week. He grimaced and chased away the idea that they had gone a little fast in this story and concentrated on his task.
After tidying up, he searched the cupboards, wondering what had happened. He wasn't as hungry, and would have continued on the same path, but something had disturbed Sam.
Maybe he had been too quick? Maybe she didn't want a relationship after all? Maybe he had been too... Enterprising? Um, he thought, at least we had dinner before we did anything... physical. Maybe he had hurt her? Had he just screwed up? God, and he who had promised himself to just kiss her to begin with.
He growled at himself: the world didn't just revolve around Jack O'Neill. She had PTSD, you idiot. She was on antidepressants, and had just lost her father. That explained her behavior. He needed to trust her and stop extrapolating things.
After her shower which she admitted was physically beneficial, she could only notice that her anxiety did not leave her for all that. She came out of the bathroom and smiled at the sight of the remade bed. It was cute and she wasn't the only one stressing, she reassured herself. She shyly approached the kitchen and heard the water in the kettle simmering.
Jack from behind: Tea?
Sam sat down at the table: Thank you.
Jack turned with two large bowls in his hands: For tonight, the chef's specialty.
She looked at him curiously. He gave her half smile, placed two empty bowls on the table, and she questioned him with her eyes.
Jack, more than serious: Rice Krispies, Froot Loops or Oatmeal?
Sam closed her eyes and smiled: Rice Krispies.
Jack turned to open a cupboard: Good choice.
Sam: You still haven't learned to cook. (he grabbed the cereal packets and remained silent, offended. He put the packages down in front of her) I've seen nothing but smoke and charred meat so far. (She tilted her head) And frozen water.
Jack raised his eyebrows: Because you're better off maybe?
Sam, almost offended: Well, for the record, yes.
Jack hesitated for a few seconds: My mother used to cook, but my father didn't like to see me in the kitchen. (she felt uncomfortable with his seriousness and looked away. He raised his eyebrows) "Sissy stuff" apparently... (he looked away too and went to the kitchen to get the rest) Later, it was Sara who took care of it. (he retrieved two cups and took the kettle) later again... (he smiled and walked towards Sam) The caterers of our dear city.
"Damn!" she panicked. He put the cups and the kettle on the table.
Sam looked down at her clenched hands in her lap: Sorry, I...
He stared at her, puzzled by her reaction. She swallowed and said nothing more. He breathed deeply and crouched down at her height, not without difficulty as he leaned on the table.
Jack exaggerated her name: Samanthaaaa. (He took Sam's hands in his. She broke down at the use of her name in the same way she had imagined it on the Prometheus) You should know, a part of me is never going to let go of what I left behind.
He frowned at a strange sense of déjà vu. Gosh, he recalled, bad déjà vu. A wave of guilt rose in him and he swallowed.
Sam panicked at his expression: I didn't mean to-
Jack shook his head slightly to compose himself: If you have any questions-
Sam smiled nervously: It's okay.
She felt like she needed to be comforted and she couldn't stand it.
Jack, more gently: Let's try to be... honest with each other. (She swallowed and wondered why she felt so nervous around him. She nodded nervously to re-confirm their willingness to be "honest" with each other, just like in that hotel room the night before) Some of the harder stuff can wait. Later.
He looked at her intensely to emphasize his point. She was surprised by his proposal, finding him mature in his handling of relationships.
Pete would never have said such a thing, she thought. Well, he would have said it, so he would have looked for a way to find out on his own... Even if it meant asking an FBI agent for her file without her prior approval... And Jonas, um. Let's not talk about that.
She quickly shook off the memory and silenced her brain.
Jack: We're good with that?
Sam: Okay. (In front of her still closed face, he questioned her with his eyes. She looked down at her hands in his) I... I wanted everything to be perfect.
Jack: Was it imperfect? (she didn't answer and he released her hands) You want to know what I think? (she looked at him with a mixture of curiosity and fear. He leaned on the table and stood up with hidden difficulty) I am sixteen years older than you.
Sam frowned: I thought this subject was closed.
She wondered if he was talking from a couple's experience point of view. And indeed on that point she felt like a beginner compared to him, not being able to be happy in a relationship, or being happy at all, for that matter. Let's not even talk about being in control.
Jack: I'm just saying... The right leg balance, I'm not sure I can do that again.
She dodged a smile but didn't seem any more reassured than that. Worse, she remembered that she had forgotten her old injuries like the one on her right arm a few minutes ago and her anxiety soared.
Sam snapped: Oh my God. It's your leg where you got shot with the Jaffa spear on Netu because of me. You broke it several times. I forgot. You keep saying you're in pain. Sorry.
Jack frowned: Hmm? Ha. This leg, yeah, but... (He shook his head in incomprehension) "your fault"?
She swallowed and looked away. He looked at her for a moment, quite a guilt problem... on several counts, apparently.
Jack lowered his head slightly: Carter. Blew out my knees at Cadet Soccer Stadium. . Quarterback. (He tilted his head and smiled) I always liked baseball better.
Sam nodded, still nervous: Sorry.
Jack lost his patience: Will you stop with that?
Sam: Hmm?
Jack gritted his teeth: You're always apologizing? (she swallowed and stared at him, still holding back her apology. He winced and then returned to the original subject) I'm afraid you'll get bored with'. (she opened her mouth to protest, but he continued before she could interrupt him) Let's lose our careers. (she closed her mouth, afraid of that too) Of screwing up with you. I'm afraid of a lot of things. (He held out his hand) Come here.
She put her hand in his and stood up. He swallowed his saliva and looked away, slightly uncomfortable at not knowing how to react to this new closeness, then embraced her. She enjoyed his embrace, reassured by the feeling of his heart beating in her chest.
Sam: I'm afraid of losing control.
Jack: Nothing to worry about before.
She smiled and hid her face in his shoulder. After a slight silence, she took her courage in both hands.
Sam: I'm afraid you'll find that I'm broken.
Jack raised his eyebrows in incomprehension: "Broken"?
He waited a moment for her to explain but she remained silent. He pulled her away from him to see her face, but she avoided his gaze. He perceived an inner struggle in her, as if she was searching for the reason why she was telling him this.
Sam resumed: Sorry. I think too much.
He released her from his embrace and stared at her. It was going to be a long time before she got out of the habit of apologizing for everything, he thought. She took the opportunity to grab the kettle, served the two cups and plunged the two bags.
She cursed herself several times, always feeling his inquisitive look on her. Why had she said that? she asked herself. She sat back down and took a sip, even though it was not yet fully brewed and... extremely hot. She put the cup back down but held it in her hands to capture its heat. He winced at her behavior and went to get the milk. Sam, meanwhile, bit her lower lip and shifted her right leg nervously while she was gone.
Jack from the kitchen: It's okay. You think too much. I don't think enough. (He walked slowly over to her with the milk carton in his hand and opened it. He poured some into the two bowls and put the carton on the table.) Your subatomic quantum mumbo-jumbo doohickeys, no thanks. (she began to smile broadly but still didn't look at him. He returned to the kitchen) For the rest, with pleasure.
He opened a drawer and took out two large spoons. She seemed to be fighting against herself, so he went back to the table and offered her a place setting. She held out her hand but he did not let go. He moved his head slightly to indicate that he was waiting for an answer to what he had just said.
Sam put on a brave face and glanced at the spoon: I'm a big girl but okay.
He dropped the spoon with a satisfied smile. He then sat down in front of her and began to pour his cereal.
Echo:
*Are you okay? / Everything's fine.*
*later*
*my fault / your fault*
*I'm afraid*
*think too much*
Notes:
*Screenshot: Mini Jack reading CRAKED (source)*
*Information about CRAKED (source)*
*Screenshot: Jack reading MAD (source)*
*Information about MAD (source)*
*Article: Think too much (source)*
Bonus:
*click here*
CW: *sexism* *mention of war* *mention of cultural appropriation in the notes*
Sam: Daniel? Teal'c?
He froze at her rather awkward choice of topic of conversation. He worried again about the young woman's possibly very disturbed mental state for bringing this up so prematurely. He put down the cereal packet, dipped his spoon into his bowl and wondered about the potential mismatch in their relationship experiences.
Sam, nervous of his silence: I'll feel like I'm lying to them (she tilted her head) even if it's by omission. But... you're right.
He nodded, but couldn't help wondering if she was referring to his hidden relationship with his ex. When he didn't see her helping herself to cereal, he grabbed the Rice Krispies and handed her the package insistently.
Jack: If it's too hard, I can take my retir-
Sam grabbed the packet: No no, it's okay. (she winced at his quick response and added lower) Don't do something you'll regret.
He nodded and got the message: She preferred to make sure their relationship was long term. That was pretty wise, and it reassured him that she could make decisions.
Jack: I wish it were simpler. (she smiled weakly and looked away) For the microphone detectors and jammers, leave it to me. (he pointed to the phones next to them) You've already done a lot.
Sam placed the package on the table: I can-
Jack: I won't be able to program the motherboards. (he waved his hand) I can buy them.
Sam nodded: I'll make you a list.
After eating, she walked to the living room while he put the bowls in the sink. She looked longingly at the picture of Sara and Charlie, and felt a twinge of sadness. He arrived with the two cups in his hands. He saw her quickly look away from the photo but made no comment. He handed her his cup of herbal tea and remembered that this was not the first time he had seen her interact with this photo, but that she had also said that her double had looked at her photos in the SGC locker room in her presence. She took a sip, embarrassed to remind him that she had made him uncomfortable the last time, right here.
Jack: Tired?
Sam shook her head: Hmm. But I can leave you.
Jack gestured for her to sit on the couch: Oh... Pshaaaw!
She complied while he placed his cup on the coffee table, then moved to the TV cabinet. He took out a used box of Van Dyck cigars, sat down beside her and put the box on the table in front of him to take back his cup.
Sam was puzzled but slightly amused: Are you going to offer me a cigar?
Jack took a sip: Pictures. (she swallows and becomes nervous) Listen. The last time I-
Sam: You didn't have to-
Jack still calm: I was gonna die. You were with someone. What does it matter? (she bows her head. He frowned and wondered if she also felt guilty about being with Pete. He swallowed and added) If you wanna know about my past, it's all there.
She lifted her head and stared at him. He seemed sincere. He took another sip and then looked back at her. She still seemed nervous and even... afraid?
Jack swallowed and looked around: That's the point, dontcha know? Share our life?
She widened her eyes, that was what Pete had told her. She lowered her head and the soldier frowned at her reaction, having confirmation of his concern: They were moving too fast for her.
Jack cleared his throat: Eurrrh. Let's go slower, okay?
She looked up at him and understood the misunderstanding, but not wanting to explain at all, nodded.
Sam: Sorry. I'm... I-I need a little more time.
Jack put down his cup: I'll follow you. (He looked at the box between his fingers) Must be some top secret files in there.
Sam, nervous: I... I'm not a big fan of suspense, you know?
He smiled at the irony of the situation, removed the rubber band and opened the box. He placed the envelopes Sara had sent him on the table and pulled out a small leather pouch.
Jack: A gift from my grandfather. Like the box. He worked for a company in the retail business in Duluth. He smoked cigars.
He put the pouch down, picked up the first pile and smiled at a photo of a dozen military men posing proudly in front of a fighter plane.
Jack: 1982 (he pointed to a young man with a big smile) Look.
Sam, surprised: Kawalski?
Jack nodded: Hmm. Leaving for Germany. (his face gradually darkens) The mission was horrible.
Sam: Sorry.
Jack: You know how it is. (He took the next picture. A woman with long, copper-blond hair with beautiful natural curls at the ends. She was carrying a baby in her arms, sitting on a rock and moors behind her) My mother. Ireland. I was 1 year old.
Sam: She is beautiful!
Jack nodded: Hmm. She was. (She felt a twinge of sadness and didn't have time for more information, he held up the next picture of a newborn in an incubator) Chicago, when I was born. It doesn't get much older than that.
Sam: You lived in Ireland right away?
Jack swallows: My mother was Irish. My father was from Minnesota. I've only known this state mostly.
Jack's eyes darkened and she wondered why given his love for Minnesota and why he took his mother's name and not his father's? He quickly changed his picture, Charlie appeared and she was apprehensive about his reaction.
Jack smiled: Three years old.
Sam tenderized: You never wanted children again? (she immediately regretted her question and closed her eyes. She shook her head and opened her eyes again) Sorr-
Jack finishes his cup: I said never again. (he looked at her) But things change. (she didn't know how to react. He winced nervously and looked away) It was never an obligation.
Sam: And we're not even allowed to be together. (she froze, again shocked by the words coming out of her own mouth) Oh god. I'm asking really stupid questions.
Jack frowned: "Stupid”?
She bit her lip and lowered her head. He waited patiently, not finding this question so stupid to be addressed at the beginning of a relationship. She winced, looked at him and shrugged slightly.
Jack gently, so as not to rush her: I know you want children.
Sam swallowed, looked away and added with difficulty: I'm... I'm having trouble being myself, so...
Jack tried to be subtle: Your anxiety? (she shrugged shyly again and looked away. He promised himself to go slower and rummaged through the box for a new picture. She saw a ring in the box, which did not help her anxiety at the memory of having returned her ring to Pete a short time ago. He handed her a picture) My high school entrance. Cute, huh?
Sam spotted a mini Jack that looked just like his clone: Oh boy. (she frowned and questioned him with her eyes) "Cute"?
Jack looked at her, a little offended: No?
Sam raised her eyebrows and shook her head: Yeah yeah. Sorry. (She winced at a memory) A strange feeling.
Jack a little confused: Okay... (He looked back at the picture and teased her) Would you have agreed to be my prom date?
Sam smiled: I doubt you would have asked me. (He questioned her with his eyes. She moved a hand) At that age I was more likely to be hiding in empty classrooms or the library when I had free time.
Jack: Hmm. Geek librarian. That might be interesting.
She looked at him, jaded. He smiled at her reaction and she rolled her eyes.
Sam gave him back the picture: Actually, no. You were a little jerk.
Jack, stunned: Excuse me?
Sam: Your clone anyway. You were supposed to give a lecture on the F-302, and I was asked to give it for you.
Jack: Hmm, sounds familiar.
Sam: You didn't get the thoughts of the audience about my inability to do this briefing apparently. In the end, they were all (she insisted) thrilled that your mini-clone showed up to replace me. Never mind that the geek worked on the design of this thing.
Jack: Oy.
Sam waved her hand: Hmm. Forget about it. It's fine. It wasn't really you.
He winced slightly and wondered if he wouldn't have reacted the same way without noticing her point of view. He looked at the photo again and lost himself in his past. After a moment, he emerged and saw that she questioned him with her eyes, a little worried.
Jack hesitated and put the picture away: Eurh. (he cleared his throat) I didn't like that period very much. The Air Force was my lifeline. (she swallowed and he handed her another photo of himself) Thirty-something here.
Sam chuckled: Oh my god your hair!
Jack tilted his head: Yeah. I was on leave. (He insisted as she stopped laughing) That was the 80's. Don't mock.
Sam: How long was that your leav- (he looked at her and she caught herself) Sir?
He blew his nose at her reaction, but it only disturbed her more, confused as to how she should behave with him in private from now on. He looked at his watch, now a little tired. She stood up abruptly and he turned his head towards her, surprised by her sharp reaction.
Sam: It's getting late. I'll leave you.
Jack stood up slowly: I was going to suggest that you stay... (She looked at him, hesitant. He tilted his head) You're working early.
Sam: And my boss is always on my case these days.
Jack raises his eyebrows: Really?
Sam: You have no idea how much.
Jack: I'm sure you could have gotten much worse. (She looked down and smiled her revenge. He walked over to her) And... I can take care of your case here. (She looked up at him and gave him a puzzled look, not convinced of his joke) Inspiration failure.
Sam bit her lip: I'm not sure we'll sleep if I stay.
Jack insisted: I know how to be wise... (she looked at him, skeptical. He shook his head) Besides being old.
Sam smiled broadly at the memory and running gag: That's not what I meant.
They looked at each other for a moment to savor their flirtation.
Jack: Go to sleep. Tomorrow night if you want. (She looked at him, surprised that he didn't insist more. He moved closer to her) We'll be even more... rested.
She moistened her lips, which made him look between her eyes and her mouth. This did not help Sam's desire to throw herself at him. She opened her mouth in spite of herself and he tilted his head slightly at this sweet vision. He put a hand on her cheek and another on her waist. She grabbed his T-shirt, drew him towards him and they kissed softly. She risked her tongue and he immediately followed her with a sigh. She moaned and slid her hands on his chest to feel his muscles, then raised again his T-shirt and slipped her hands there. He pulled away from her quickly to regain his composure.
Jack embarrassed: Really. Go ahead.
Sam smiled and nodded: Good night.
Notes:
*In episode 1x06 Cold Lazarus, we can see a leather pouch stamped "Wampum" with a First Peoples head, and a cigar box of the brand "Van Dyck". After my research, the "wampum" has no relation with the tobacco or leather market. It is a bead created from a shell, made by natives of what we now call North America. So here we have a great example of cultural appropriation in fashion. I looked for traces of "wampum" as a company brand, it was a subsidiary of Stone Ordean Wells Company, based in Duluth, Minnesota. Here is an example with another cigar brand model that it sold with a use of cultural appropriation of early natives, especially with the Ojibwe. This point is important for later.*
Echo:
*stupid*
*inspiration failure*
*cute*
*geek*
*Duluth/Minnesota, Ireland*
*children*
*my case / your case*
*faster / slower*
*harder / simplest*
Sam: Daniel? Teal'c?
He froze at her rather awkward choice of topic of conversation. He worried again about the young woman's possibly very disturbed mental state for bringing this up so prematurely. He put down the cereal packet, dipped his spoon into his bowl and wondered about the potential mismatch in their relationship experiences.
Sam, nervous of his silence: I'll feel like I'm lying to them (she tilted her head) even if it's by omission. But... you're right.
He nodded, but couldn't help wondering if she was referring to his hidden relationship with his ex. When he didn't see her helping herself to cereal, he grabbed the Rice Krispies and handed her the package insistently.
Jack: If it's too hard, I can take my retir-
Sam grabbed the packet: No no, it's okay. (she winced at his quick response and added lower) Don't do something you'll regret.
He nodded and got the message: She preferred to make sure their relationship was long term. That was pretty wise, and it reassured him that she could make decisions.
Jack: I wish it were simpler. (she smiled weakly and looked away) For the microphone detectors and jammers, leave it to me. (he pointed to the phones next to them) You've already done a lot.
Sam placed the package on the table: I can-
Jack: I won't be able to program the motherboards. (he waved his hand) I can buy them.
Sam nodded: I'll make you a list.
After eating, she walked to the living room while he put the bowls in the sink. She looked longingly at the picture of Sara and Charlie, and felt a twinge of sadness. He arrived with the two cups in his hands. He saw her quickly look away from the photo but made no comment. He handed her his cup of herbal tea and remembered that this was not the first time he had seen her interact with this photo, but that she had also said that her double had looked at her photos in the SGC locker room in her presence. She took a sip, embarrassed to remind him that she had made him uncomfortable the last time, right here.
Jack: Tired?
Sam shook her head: Hmm. But I can leave you.
Jack gestured for her to sit on the couch: Oh... Pshaaaw!
She complied while he placed his cup on the coffee table, then moved to the TV cabinet. He took out a used box of Van Dyck cigars, sat down beside her and put the box on the table in front of him to take back his cup.
Sam was puzzled but slightly amused: Are you going to offer me a cigar?
Jack took a sip: Pictures. (she swallows and becomes nervous) Listen. The last time I-
Sam: You didn't have to-
Jack still calm: I was gonna die. You were with someone. What does it matter? (she bows her head. He frowned and wondered if she also felt guilty about being with Pete. He swallowed and added) If you wanna know about my past, it's all there.
She lifted her head and stared at him. He seemed sincere. He took another sip and then looked back at her. She still seemed nervous and even... afraid?
Jack swallowed and looked around: That's the point, dontcha know? Share our life?
She widened her eyes, that was what Pete had told her. She lowered her head and the soldier frowned at her reaction, having confirmation of his concern: They were moving too fast for her.
Jack cleared his throat: Eurrrh. Let's go slower, okay?
She looked up at him and understood the misunderstanding, but not wanting to explain at all, nodded.
Sam: Sorry. I'm... I-I need a little more time.
Jack put down his cup: I'll follow you. (He looked at the box between his fingers) Must be some top secret files in there.
Sam, nervous: I... I'm not a big fan of suspense, you know?
He smiled at the irony of the situation, removed the rubber band and opened the box. He placed the envelopes Sara had sent him on the table and pulled out a small leather pouch.
Jack: A gift from my grandfather. Like the box. He worked for a company in the retail business in Duluth. He smoked cigars.
He put the pouch down, picked up the first pile and smiled at a photo of a dozen military men posing proudly in front of a fighter plane.
Jack: 1982 (he pointed to a young man with a big smile) Look.
Sam, surprised: Kawalski?
Jack nodded: Hmm. Leaving for Germany. (his face gradually darkens) The mission was horrible.
Sam: Sorry.
Jack: You know how it is. (He took the next picture. A woman with long, copper-blond hair with beautiful natural curls at the ends. She was carrying a baby in her arms, sitting on a rock and moors behind her) My mother. Ireland. I was 1 year old.
Sam: She is beautiful!
Jack nodded: Hmm. She was. (She felt a twinge of sadness and didn't have time for more information, he held up the next picture of a newborn in an incubator) Chicago, when I was born. It doesn't get much older than that.
Sam: You lived in Ireland right away?
Jack swallows: My mother was Irish. My father was from Minnesota. I've only known this state mostly.
Jack's eyes darkened and she wondered why given his love for Minnesota and why he took his mother's name and not his father's? He quickly changed his picture, Charlie appeared and she was apprehensive about his reaction.
Jack smiled: Three years old.
Sam tenderized: You never wanted children again? (she immediately regretted her question and closed her eyes. She shook her head and opened her eyes again) Sorr-
Jack finishes his cup: I said never again. (he looked at her) But things change. (she didn't know how to react. He winced nervously and looked away) It was never an obligation.
Sam: And we're not even allowed to be together. (she froze, again shocked by the words coming out of her own mouth) Oh god. I'm asking really stupid questions.
Jack frowned: "Stupid”?
She bit her lip and lowered her head. He waited patiently, not finding this question so stupid to be addressed at the beginning of a relationship. She winced, looked at him and shrugged slightly.
Jack gently, so as not to rush her: I know you want children.
Sam swallowed, looked away and added with difficulty: I'm... I'm having trouble being myself, so...
Jack tried to be subtle: Your anxiety? (she shrugged shyly again and looked away. He promised himself to go slower and rummaged through the box for a new picture. She saw a ring in the box, which did not help her anxiety at the memory of having returned her ring to Pete a short time ago. He handed her a picture) My high school entrance. Cute, huh?
Sam spotted a mini Jack that looked just like his clone: Oh boy. (she frowned and questioned him with her eyes) "Cute"?
Jack looked at her, a little offended: No?
Sam raised her eyebrows and shook her head: Yeah yeah. Sorry. (She winced at a memory) A strange feeling.
Jack a little confused: Okay... (He looked back at the picture and teased her) Would you have agreed to be my prom date?
Sam smiled: I doubt you would have asked me. (He questioned her with his eyes. She moved a hand) At that age I was more likely to be hiding in empty classrooms or the library when I had free time.
Jack: Hmm. Geek librarian. That might be interesting.
She looked at him, jaded. He smiled at her reaction and she rolled her eyes.
Sam gave him back the picture: Actually, no. You were a little jerk.
Jack, stunned: Excuse me?
Sam: Your clone anyway. You were supposed to give a lecture on the F-302, and I was asked to give it for you.
Jack: Hmm, sounds familiar.
Sam: You didn't get the thoughts of the audience about my inability to do this briefing apparently. In the end, they were all (she insisted) thrilled that your mini-clone showed up to replace me. Never mind that the geek worked on the design of this thing.
Jack: Oy.
Sam waved her hand: Hmm. Forget about it. It's fine. It wasn't really you.
He winced slightly and wondered if he wouldn't have reacted the same way without noticing her point of view. He looked at the photo again and lost himself in his past. After a moment, he emerged and saw that she questioned him with her eyes, a little worried.
Jack hesitated and put the picture away: Eurh. (he cleared his throat) I didn't like that period very much. The Air Force was my lifeline. (she swallowed and he handed her another photo of himself) Thirty-something here.
Sam chuckled: Oh my god your hair!
Jack tilted his head: Yeah. I was on leave. (He insisted as she stopped laughing) That was the 80's. Don't mock.
Sam: How long was that your leav- (he looked at her and she caught herself) Sir?
He blew his nose at her reaction, but it only disturbed her more, confused as to how she should behave with him in private from now on. He looked at his watch, now a little tired. She stood up abruptly and he turned his head towards her, surprised by her sharp reaction.
Sam: It's getting late. I'll leave you.
Jack stood up slowly: I was going to suggest that you stay... (She looked at him, hesitant. He tilted his head) You're working early.
Sam: And my boss is always on my case these days.
Jack raises his eyebrows: Really?
Sam: You have no idea how much.
Jack: I'm sure you could have gotten much worse. (She looked down and smiled her revenge. He walked over to her) And... I can take care of your case here. (She looked up at him and gave him a puzzled look, not convinced of his joke) Inspiration failure.
Sam bit her lip: I'm not sure we'll sleep if I stay.
Jack insisted: I know how to be wise... (she looked at him, skeptical. He shook his head) Besides being old.
Sam smiled broadly at the memory and running gag: That's not what I meant.
They looked at each other for a moment to savor their flirtation.
Jack: Go to sleep. Tomorrow night if you want. (She looked at him, surprised that he didn't insist more. He moved closer to her) We'll be even more... rested.
She moistened her lips, which made him look between her eyes and her mouth. This did not help Sam's desire to throw herself at him. She opened her mouth in spite of herself and he tilted his head slightly at this sweet vision. He put a hand on her cheek and another on her waist. She grabbed his T-shirt, drew him towards him and they kissed softly. She risked her tongue and he immediately followed her with a sigh. She moaned and slid her hands on his chest to feel his muscles, then raised again his T-shirt and slipped her hands there. He pulled away from her quickly to regain his composure.
Jack embarrassed: Really. Go ahead.
Sam smiled and nodded: Good night.
Notes:
*In episode 1x06 Cold Lazarus, we can see a leather pouch stamped "Wampum" with a First Peoples head, and a cigar box of the brand "Van Dyck". After my research, the "wampum" has no relation with the tobacco or leather market. It is a bead created from a shell, made by natives of what we now call North America. So here we have a great example of cultural appropriation in fashion. I looked for traces of "wampum" as a company brand, it was a subsidiary of Stone Ordean Wells Company, based in Duluth, Minnesota. Here is an example with another cigar brand model that it sold with a use of cultural appropriation of early natives, especially with the Ojibwe. This point is important for later.*
Echo:
*stupid*
*inspiration failure*
*cute*
*geek*
*Duluth/Minnesota, Ireland*
*children*
*my case / your case*
*faster / slower*
*harder / simplest*
CW: *sexually explicit content* *anxiety attacks* *PTSD*
She went to the dining room to retrieve her bag, turned to him with the box of condoms in her hand to ask him if she should take them. She noticed that the man seemed to have lost all capacity to think in front of this vision. She blew her nose in understanding, he abandoned his promise to take it easy and rushed at her.
She clung to him and they went into the bedroom as best they could between kisses.
He lay on top of her in the bed, took the cardboard box off her and turned on the light on the bedside table before resuming his kisses. She passed her hand on the shoulders of the man and invited him to remove his shirt. He moved aside to follow her idea and immediately plunged on her mouth. They clashed in the haste and moved back slightly the one of the other with a mixture of pain and embarrassment. He caressed her hair and stared at her, a little worried. She smiled shyly to reassure him, then reversed it to place herself above.
She straightened up and caressed his chest through his T-shirt. He breathed out of happiness and wondered for a split second if this was not another one of his nightly erotic dreams. He emerged from his thoughts by feeling her partner lowering her hands on his belt, unbuckled it and started to unbutton his pants. He straightened up in front of her impatience, passed a hand in her hair and kissed it gently to make her understand that nothing was in a hurry.
She moved her basin to make him understand that they would take their time later but her mouth opened, breaking the kiss, and she let out an uncontrolled moan due to the sensation of her clitoris stimulated by the fold of the jeans.
He smiled at the corner of the lips of her reaction, put his two hands on her basin and invited her to start her friction again. She complied, his breath caught and he closed his eyes to maintain control. With the fury, that proved more and more complicated with the strong erection which she could feel through the clothing which separated them one from the other.
Sam looked around: The box?
Jack low: Later. (she questioned him with her eyes, he increased his pressure on her hips and pushed her a few inches) Have fun with'.
She smiled, put her hands on his cheeks to kiss him tenderly and resumed her movements. Their breaths accelerated and they began to pant.
He ventured his hands on her buttocks but felt that his body was not going to resist to the ejaculation and quickly repositioned them on her hips
Still trying to keep control, she closed her eyes and caressed the back of his head. He put his forehead on his, submerged in his turn by the massage that she offered to him and looked at her. A part of his brain still had difficulty to believe what was happening, how she could be there and want him. He who had felt rejected several times by this woman, the situation was even more surreal than the sexual act itself.
In front of the silence broken only by their respective breaths, he noticed that she was not moaning anymore and felt that something was wrong: she was too concentrated. And indeed, the woman was holding back by all means not to let slip a second time his first name, quite ashamed of the previous event. He kissed her neck and wondered if the fact that he was more expressive would make her relax on that point.
Jack tried between kisses: That's good. (He wrapped his mouth around her neck, moved up to her ear and whispered) That's fucking good, Sam. (It didn't take long for it to have the desired effect and she moaned louder. He pressed his hand on her hip) Yeah... Like that. (He bit her ear) That's good.
She moaned again, arched her back and her nails clamped down on her skull. He was able to deduce that her ears were one of her erogenous zones and resumed kissing there. She began to move more quickly and gasped.
Jack, softly: That's good.
She plunged her tongue into his mouth and kissed him fiercely. She then let out a moan and he had to restrain himself from ejaculating. She accelerated again and felt the orgasm to gain it. She broke the kiss and her face was split of a grimace. He put a hand behind her head and caressed her skull while not losing a crumb of her reactions.
Sam breathed out: I'm coming... (he pressed his hand to her hip and helped her with her pelvis) Oh my G- ... Jack!
Her breath was cut off, her body tensed and her orgasm pulverized her. He stared at her and concluded that seeing her like this was the most beautiful thing in the world. She slowed down her movements little by little and he caressed her cheek with love. She regained her composure and her muscles relaxed. She opened her eyes again, they smiled at each other and she kissed him gently. She moved away from him and pushed his shoulders. He let himself fall back and she invited him to position himself again on her. He carried out, slipped his hand in her hair and massaged her skull lightly. She passed her hand under his T-shirt and came to caress the beginning of his back. He deposited several kisses in her neck and moved towards her collarbone. She frowned and her breathing became jerky. She concentrated to chase away flashes of memories dotting her mind.
He let go of her hair and slid his hand down her cheek. His mouth devoured the beginning of her cleavage. She closed the eyes of pleasure, raised the thighs and arched her back. He positioned his body between her thighs, and his hand continued his descent of her cheek to her neck. He did not clutch it however, but the position of his fingers is enough to make reopen her eyes immediately.
A deep malaise submerged her, she looked around her, panicked. She put her glance on the man to take back control, to return to the present and not to her nightmares.
He released his contact with her neck to lean on the bed and then raised his head towards her to know if everything was okay and if she liked it. She smiled slightly and nodded.
His other hand caressed her thigh and his head dipped into her neck for kisses. He ventured his hand under the flounce of her dress to reach the excess fabric but he felt her tense up at the caress.
She closed her eyes to try once again to control herself and blew several times deeply, refusing to waste this moment.
Jack smiled at her anxiety and placed more kisses on the hollow of her collarbone: Relax... (she winced at the words and felt all life disappear. He didn't hear her respond to his kisses and straightened up) We don't have to if-
He froze. Eyes fixed on the ceiling, she was stunned.
Jack called out to her: Carter? (still paralyzed, he shouted) Hey! (He knelt down in front of her, straightened her up and shook her shoulders) Carter! Hey!
She finally emerged, turned her head toward him, stared at him without recognizing him, then let out a scream. Her scream was heartbreaking, her eyes were panicked and moving rapidly. He wanted to take her in his arms but she tensed up as he approached her. He stopped, stepped back slightly and put his arms in front of him to show her that he was not going to do anything to her.
Jack stood up: It's okay. It's okay.
She frowned and put her hand to her temple at a dawning headache. She felt like she was going to faint and he noticed her pallor.
Jack, quietly: Are you okay? Hey? Hey, are you okay?
She remained silent and did not seem to hear him. He grabbed the landline phone from the floor, dialed 911 - if he couldn't reach the base - and was put on hold. He thought quickly about how to excuse the fact that she was at his home alone, especially at this late hour, in case they had to account for anything.
She blinked a few times, her head still wobbling but feeling better and better. She had the strange impression of waking up from a bad dream and looked around, not recognizing her room. Then she saw him standing there with his phone to his ear.
Jack: I need an ambulance. Now.
She frowned and looked around for the injured one. The soldier approached her slowly, cautiously, and when she turned her head back to him, she could see he was examining her.
Jack: Anxiety attack, shock. I don't know. Female, 37 years old (she widened her eyes at these details and realized he was talking about her) Yes conscious.
She straightened up quickly and raised her hand towards him. He stepped back, surprised to see her so sharp all of a sudden but also cautious about getting hit again.
Sam stood up and snatched the phone from his hands: It's okay. It's all right. False alarm. Sorry! (she hangs up on an incredulous Jack) What is your problem?
Jack: What?!
Sam pointed to the phone in her hand: It would have gone in my file.
Jack: Wait wait wait... What?!
Sam: They would have matched it to your contact information.
Jack got angry: Oh for crying out loud, Carter... Shut up! (she froze. Their breaths were heavy and they looked at each other with incomprehension. He resumed more calmly) What just happened?
Sam frowned and continued more calmly: We-we were (she pointed to the bed with a shake of her head) and you called 911. (he stared at her for a few seconds, dumbfounded) What?!
Jack: You had... A sort of absence.
Sam winced and looked for her shoes: Listen. If this is another one of your jokes, it's not funny.
Jack incredulous: A "joke"? (she glared at him) You were inert! And you... you screamed in terror!
Sam, sarcastic: Of course.
She took a decisive step towards the dining room, followed closely by the man. She put on her jacket, then her shoes, and picked up her bag.
Jack: Take a cab. Don't come home like that.
Sam gritted her teeth, overwhelmed with emotion: I don't have any cash and it wouldn't be safe. I'll drive. That's okay.
Jack put his hand on her forearm: Then let me drive you-
Sam got into a defensive position: Get your hands off me!
He froze. They looked at each other for a moment in total incomprehension. Jack's face showed his panic at her behavior, which made her emerge first. This concern was unbearable for her. She shook her head, her eyes troubled and her heart tight, and left. Once in her car, she hit the steering wheel and cursed herself for losing control and ruining everything. Filled with guilt and regret, she started the car and drove home.
Echo:
*That's good*
*joke*
*wait wait*
*later*
*fun / not fun*
*it's okay*
*hey*
Notes:
*Video: Should guys talk during the deed? (source)*
*Video: Dirty talk can sometimes feel intimating when you don't know what to say, which is exactly why we're sharing actual examples of how to talk dirty. (source)*
She went to the dining room to retrieve her bag, turned to him with the box of condoms in her hand to ask him if she should take them. She noticed that the man seemed to have lost all capacity to think in front of this vision. She blew her nose in understanding, he abandoned his promise to take it easy and rushed at her.
She clung to him and they went into the bedroom as best they could between kisses.
He lay on top of her in the bed, took the cardboard box off her and turned on the light on the bedside table before resuming his kisses. She passed her hand on the shoulders of the man and invited him to remove his shirt. He moved aside to follow her idea and immediately plunged on her mouth. They clashed in the haste and moved back slightly the one of the other with a mixture of pain and embarrassment. He caressed her hair and stared at her, a little worried. She smiled shyly to reassure him, then reversed it to place herself above.
She straightened up and caressed his chest through his T-shirt. He breathed out of happiness and wondered for a split second if this was not another one of his nightly erotic dreams. He emerged from his thoughts by feeling her partner lowering her hands on his belt, unbuckled it and started to unbutton his pants. He straightened up in front of her impatience, passed a hand in her hair and kissed it gently to make her understand that nothing was in a hurry.
She moved her basin to make him understand that they would take their time later but her mouth opened, breaking the kiss, and she let out an uncontrolled moan due to the sensation of her clitoris stimulated by the fold of the jeans.
He smiled at the corner of the lips of her reaction, put his two hands on her basin and invited her to start her friction again. She complied, his breath caught and he closed his eyes to maintain control. With the fury, that proved more and more complicated with the strong erection which she could feel through the clothing which separated them one from the other.
Sam looked around: The box?
Jack low: Later. (she questioned him with her eyes, he increased his pressure on her hips and pushed her a few inches) Have fun with'.
She smiled, put her hands on his cheeks to kiss him tenderly and resumed her movements. Their breaths accelerated and they began to pant.
He ventured his hands on her buttocks but felt that his body was not going to resist to the ejaculation and quickly repositioned them on her hips
Still trying to keep control, she closed her eyes and caressed the back of his head. He put his forehead on his, submerged in his turn by the massage that she offered to him and looked at her. A part of his brain still had difficulty to believe what was happening, how she could be there and want him. He who had felt rejected several times by this woman, the situation was even more surreal than the sexual act itself.
In front of the silence broken only by their respective breaths, he noticed that she was not moaning anymore and felt that something was wrong: she was too concentrated. And indeed, the woman was holding back by all means not to let slip a second time his first name, quite ashamed of the previous event. He kissed her neck and wondered if the fact that he was more expressive would make her relax on that point.
Jack tried between kisses: That's good. (He wrapped his mouth around her neck, moved up to her ear and whispered) That's fucking good, Sam. (It didn't take long for it to have the desired effect and she moaned louder. He pressed his hand on her hip) Yeah... Like that. (He bit her ear) That's good.
She moaned again, arched her back and her nails clamped down on her skull. He was able to deduce that her ears were one of her erogenous zones and resumed kissing there. She began to move more quickly and gasped.
Jack, softly: That's good.
She plunged her tongue into his mouth and kissed him fiercely. She then let out a moan and he had to restrain himself from ejaculating. She accelerated again and felt the orgasm to gain it. She broke the kiss and her face was split of a grimace. He put a hand behind her head and caressed her skull while not losing a crumb of her reactions.
Sam breathed out: I'm coming... (he pressed his hand to her hip and helped her with her pelvis) Oh my G- ... Jack!
Her breath was cut off, her body tensed and her orgasm pulverized her. He stared at her and concluded that seeing her like this was the most beautiful thing in the world. She slowed down her movements little by little and he caressed her cheek with love. She regained her composure and her muscles relaxed. She opened her eyes again, they smiled at each other and she kissed him gently. She moved away from him and pushed his shoulders. He let himself fall back and she invited him to position himself again on her. He carried out, slipped his hand in her hair and massaged her skull lightly. She passed her hand under his T-shirt and came to caress the beginning of his back. He deposited several kisses in her neck and moved towards her collarbone. She frowned and her breathing became jerky. She concentrated to chase away flashes of memories dotting her mind.
He let go of her hair and slid his hand down her cheek. His mouth devoured the beginning of her cleavage. She closed the eyes of pleasure, raised the thighs and arched her back. He positioned his body between her thighs, and his hand continued his descent of her cheek to her neck. He did not clutch it however, but the position of his fingers is enough to make reopen her eyes immediately.
A deep malaise submerged her, she looked around her, panicked. She put her glance on the man to take back control, to return to the present and not to her nightmares.
He released his contact with her neck to lean on the bed and then raised his head towards her to know if everything was okay and if she liked it. She smiled slightly and nodded.
His other hand caressed her thigh and his head dipped into her neck for kisses. He ventured his hand under the flounce of her dress to reach the excess fabric but he felt her tense up at the caress.
She closed her eyes to try once again to control herself and blew several times deeply, refusing to waste this moment.
Jack smiled at her anxiety and placed more kisses on the hollow of her collarbone: Relax... (she winced at the words and felt all life disappear. He didn't hear her respond to his kisses and straightened up) We don't have to if-
He froze. Eyes fixed on the ceiling, she was stunned.
Jack called out to her: Carter? (still paralyzed, he shouted) Hey! (He knelt down in front of her, straightened her up and shook her shoulders) Carter! Hey!
She finally emerged, turned her head toward him, stared at him without recognizing him, then let out a scream. Her scream was heartbreaking, her eyes were panicked and moving rapidly. He wanted to take her in his arms but she tensed up as he approached her. He stopped, stepped back slightly and put his arms in front of him to show her that he was not going to do anything to her.
Jack stood up: It's okay. It's okay.
She frowned and put her hand to her temple at a dawning headache. She felt like she was going to faint and he noticed her pallor.
Jack, quietly: Are you okay? Hey? Hey, are you okay?
She remained silent and did not seem to hear him. He grabbed the landline phone from the floor, dialed 911 - if he couldn't reach the base - and was put on hold. He thought quickly about how to excuse the fact that she was at his home alone, especially at this late hour, in case they had to account for anything.
She blinked a few times, her head still wobbling but feeling better and better. She had the strange impression of waking up from a bad dream and looked around, not recognizing her room. Then she saw him standing there with his phone to his ear.
Jack: I need an ambulance. Now.
She frowned and looked around for the injured one. The soldier approached her slowly, cautiously, and when she turned her head back to him, she could see he was examining her.
Jack: Anxiety attack, shock. I don't know. Female, 37 years old (she widened her eyes at these details and realized he was talking about her) Yes conscious.
She straightened up quickly and raised her hand towards him. He stepped back, surprised to see her so sharp all of a sudden but also cautious about getting hit again.
Sam stood up and snatched the phone from his hands: It's okay. It's all right. False alarm. Sorry! (she hangs up on an incredulous Jack) What is your problem?
Jack: What?!
Sam pointed to the phone in her hand: It would have gone in my file.
Jack: Wait wait wait... What?!
Sam: They would have matched it to your contact information.
Jack got angry: Oh for crying out loud, Carter... Shut up! (she froze. Their breaths were heavy and they looked at each other with incomprehension. He resumed more calmly) What just happened?
Sam frowned and continued more calmly: We-we were (she pointed to the bed with a shake of her head) and you called 911. (he stared at her for a few seconds, dumbfounded) What?!
Jack: You had... A sort of absence.
Sam winced and looked for her shoes: Listen. If this is another one of your jokes, it's not funny.
Jack incredulous: A "joke"? (she glared at him) You were inert! And you... you screamed in terror!
Sam, sarcastic: Of course.
She took a decisive step towards the dining room, followed closely by the man. She put on her jacket, then her shoes, and picked up her bag.
Jack: Take a cab. Don't come home like that.
Sam gritted her teeth, overwhelmed with emotion: I don't have any cash and it wouldn't be safe. I'll drive. That's okay.
Jack put his hand on her forearm: Then let me drive you-
Sam got into a defensive position: Get your hands off me!
He froze. They looked at each other for a moment in total incomprehension. Jack's face showed his panic at her behavior, which made her emerge first. This concern was unbearable for her. She shook her head, her eyes troubled and her heart tight, and left. Once in her car, she hit the steering wheel and cursed herself for losing control and ruining everything. Filled with guilt and regret, she started the car and drove home.
Echo:
*That's good*
*joke*
*wait wait*
*later*
*fun / not fun*
*it's okay*
*hey*
Notes:
*Video: Should guys talk during the deed? (source)*
*Video: Dirty talk can sometimes feel intimating when you don't know what to say, which is exactly why we're sharing actual examples of how to talk dirty. (source)*