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A/N: Tag to fourth season episode 'Chain Reaction'
Jack had time to walk in the door and throw his barn coat
into the coat closet in his entryway hall when the doorbell
suddenly rang in his ear. He reared back, a finger digging
dramatically into his ear, supposedly to clear his ringing
eardrum. He called,
Comin! Keep your shirt on! Then he
yanked open the door.
Yeah? he asked in a deadpan
Jack? came the quiet, nervous greeting.
Jack blinked. There were three women standing at his door. Three pretty good looking women. One definitely good looking woman! And a baby, sleeping in its detached carrier/carseat combination, something that Jack hadn't seen in over ten years.
One of the three women he instantly recognized.
Carter? But surely he wasn't seeing right. She looked
too good to be this nervous woman standing on his steps. He
blinked again. Yep... still Carter. He blinked a third time and
took in the women standing behind his second in command. Then he
recalled the recent disbanding of SG-1, and remanded that mental
comment: Well, his former second in command, anyway.
'Former' since... about... 1030 hours that morning.
And Carter had called him... something that she had never called him before...
Jack tried hard to wrap his brain around those concepts
while simultaneously being polite to the guests he had standing
on his front step. Unfortunately, the two separate issues taxed
his brain too much. All he could do was stammer an inelegant,
But Carter was, as usual, ten times more collected than he
Can we come in, Jack?
There it was again... her use of his first name. It was
deliberate enough to immediately catch his attention. Gone was
his wrapping attempt. Now he quickly settled all his attention
Sam, he said, stressing his use of her
first name. It was strange to feel those coveted sounds come out
of his mouth.
Mind telling me what's going on?
Carter blinked and shook her head in bafflement.
you know that something is..? She blinked again.
then, of course you know that something's up. You're
Jack instantly grinned.
Actually, he said,
hint was the fact that you're standing on my front step with two
strange women and a baby, and thirdly, you called me 'Jack.' You
never call me 'Jack.' So it stands to reason that, what with all
that's going on at work, something's up. Then he glanced
more fully at her, recognizing her anxiety for what it was,
overshadowing a... something... else that was still just a gleam
in her eyes.
Though I have to admit that I like the 'you're
Carter smiled a tense grin. She woodenly gestured at him.
Jack, this is Sergeant Reverend Joan McCostick and her sister,
Jessica, and Jessica's sixth month old baby, Tabitha. Sergeant,
Jessica, this is the man I've told you about, Colonel Jack
O'Neill, my CO. Then she gave an abashed grin, and slowly
My... onetime... CO.
Jack reared back a second time in spite of the obvious pride
he heard coloring her tone.
Carter, you trying to get me a
girl or somethin? Two girls? Then he critically eyed the
menagerie on his steps.
Two girls and a baby? Then he
I appreciate the gesture and all, but...
No, Sir, Carter immediately said with something more
like a true smile now on her face.
Not that I don't think a
girl... or two... might improve your mood...
Hey! Jack instantly mock hollered in a gruff sounding
My mood was more than fine until about fifteen minutes
Your mood? You saw the General, I take it? Carter
asked without needing more information.
Jack studied both her, the Sergeant Reverend Joan McCostick
and her sister Jessica standing silently behind the woman he'd
known for five years. He could predict most things about Carter
in seconds. The Reverend... the Sergeant... the Sergeant
Reverend... whatever she was... and her relative were more of
Could be, he answered slowly, his
gaze still on the women.
Carter gestured again at her accompanying guests.
can trust her... them... Jack, she insisted.
is here on vacation, visiting Jessica... my neighbor... but she's
usually the Chaplain at Army base Fort Sam Houston in San
Antonio, Texas. So the Reverend at least knows what we're...
um... usually... facing... with the... the... um... regs.
Carter blushed to be mentioning this... their... their
situation... so openly... even if she wasn't really being open at
all... but she stuck to the course she had chosen and didn't look
apologetically at him, or guiltily, as he expected her to.
Which could only mean one thing: she was as aware of her 'former' capacity as he was.
Okaaaay, Jack slowly spoke.
Please, Carter said.
Can we come in? I'll
explain everything. Just...
Jack suddenly stepped aside, holding his door wide for the
Where are my manners? he asked himself.
Come on in. Make yourselves at home. Mi casa, su casa. And
Carter... He stopped the blond Air Force Major as she passed
him with a hand on her arm, doing the forbidden 'touching' thing
to throw her off balance a little, just as she had previously
used his first name to do the same to him.
You owe me, he
whispered in her ear, silently referring to the fact that he was
actually inviting a person of a religious background into
his home. He was about as religious as... Well, the Goa'uld had
played havoc with all parts of his life, both personal as well as
Carter gave him another tight smile as she passed into his home, but didn't comment.
Want a beer? he asked the three women, then answered
his own question.
No, stupid question. Of course you don't
drink... he said to Reverend Joan.
Actually, she said, commenting for the first time
One beer won't hurt, as long as it's no
That surprised Jack. Huh! A religious dude who imbibes! he thought. And it's not even 1300 yet!
Okay, beer coming up, Jack promised, and turned
towards his kitchen.
Sam? he asked, purposely using her
Carter grinned her tight grin again.
Carter, take some advice... lose the
grin, he quietly commented as he went by her.
like you're trying to pass a really painful object out
It was McCostick who overrode his inelegant statement.
So, you're in the Air Force?
Jack smiled disarmingly, and faked a cheerful reply that he
was pretty sure didn't fool anyone.
Yes, he jovially
And you're in the Army... go figure!
McCostick simply eyed her sister in a meaningful way, and
gazed at him out of green eyes that seemed to immediately peer
straight into his soul.
Just hear out your friend, Colonel,
before you decide to boil us in oil, she bluntly stated,
calling him on his attempts at pretending that nothing was weird
about this situation.
Jack spurted a laugh at her forthright attitude.
Yeah? he asked.
Yeah, Sergeant Reverend Joan replied in a confident
'Don't push me around' tone.
Listen, Colonel, I've handled
men who are ten times more macho than you are... Here, the
biological sister snorted a laugh. Joan continued,
beer for brains, so don't bother trying anything with me... I've
seen it all.
Jack did his best to ignore that sister and her sleeping
baby, to stare, slightly astounded, at this Army chaplain.
bet you have seen everything, he guessed, contemplating her
About ten times over, Joan remarked.
beer you promised?
Oh, yeah, right. Jack disappeared into his kitchen
and grabbed four bottles of beer from his fridge. In the
meantime, he heard Carter's, the Reverend's, and her sister's
frantic whispers coming from his front room. Finally, he looked
up from his fridge, and his eyes met Carter's blue gaze as she
joined him in the kitchen. At the same time it surprised the
Hell out of him that he saw her so quickly. But the sight of
Carter in his kitchen didn't seem out of place or weird at
Jack... Carter seemed to still hesitantly stumble
over the use of his first name, but steadfastly refused to call
him anything else.
Carter, Jack said picking up on the heightened state
of her nerves. He had worked too closely with her for too long
not to know when Carter was anxious about something. And she was
so anxious right now that it was a wonder that she wasn't shaking
Can I talk to you for a minute... or... longer? she
A minute or longer.
Um... Sure. Just let me... He
handed one of the four bottles of beer in his hands to her, set
one on the counter for himself, then strode down to his den.
Here ya go, he said, handing the beer over to Joan and
Thank you, Joan said, and Jessica nodded her thanks
Jack was beginning to wonder if Jessica ever said anything on her own when he suddenly saw her smile. She pointed at the sleeping baby in the carrier that she had set down on his coffee table, then put one finger over her lips to indicate silence. Jack immediately understood. It may have been almost fifteen or twenty years since he'd constantly been around an infant, but even he knew the maxim 'Never wake a sleeping baby.'
I don't know about you, Joan quietly said after
Jessica's reminder to keep their voices down.
talking has made me rather dry. She swigged an appreciative
sip of her beer and grinned.
Huh again. A down-to-earth religious girl, plus a
sister/mother with brains to rival Carter's. Whodathunk? He
automatically lowered his voice when he answered the Reverend's
Talk... Actually, that's what Carter... Jack
pointed over his shoulder towards where he'd left his...
Um... Excuse me. Then he wheeled around
and returned the way he had come.
Carter, he greeted as
he again faced her in his kitchen.
Here I am. So...
How was General Hammond? Carter instantly asked.
Jack suspiciously eyed her. She'd come all the way over to
his house... with guests, to boot... just to discuss the health
of General Hammond?
He's fine, thinks there's something
afoot, but I can deal with that later, and you didn't come all
the way over here to ask me about Hammond.
Carter looked down at the floor of his kitchen.
she softly admitted.
So. Jack took a swig of his own beer.
telling me why I've got a reverend, her sister, and a sixth month
old baby waiting in my den?
Carter looked like she really wanted to leave... or get sick
right there on his kitchen floor the second he mentioned his
house guests. Which didn't make any sense, since she had brought
them to him. Yet she gamely tried to form a reply to his
Because... She visibly shuddered as she made
what was an equally obvious attempt to put off whatever was
eating at her.
But Jack was unmercifully not put off at all. He just
Because..? He waved his arm in a circular
motion, trying to hurry her along. Then he took another mouthful
Carter shook her head.
I don't believe I'm doing
this, she murmured to herself, her hand rubbing nervously at
Carter, Jack warned. He hated to see her so...
agitated... but didn't know how to soothe her when he still
didn't know what was bothering her. So he tried to act casual.
What? he demanded around his beer bottle before taking a
Carter screwed her eyes shut and just blurted,
let's get married right now.
Jack unceremoniously spit his mouthful of beer all over the
wall of his kitchen. He stared at her with a gaping mouth and
wide, frozen eyes. When he had... sort of... recovered his
speech, he rasped,
Did I hear you right? You want
Carter nodded, but wouldn't meet his gaze.
heard me right. I want to get married. Then she added,
To you, as if he needed that particular clarification.
Jack didn't know what to say. Jack didn't know what he
Carter smiled at his attempt at talking.
I know this is
Sudden? Ya think? he blurted in a dumbfounded tone
of voice. He forgot that he had a sleeping child in his den, and
raised his voice in disbelief so that it carried throughout his
Carter's face grew ten shades redder.
Well... you're not
my CO anymore.. right now. And who knows how long that will
Jack placed his beer bottle on his countertop lest he drop
it to his kitchen floor in dumbfounded astonishment.
Call me 'Sam,' she said, then quietly added,
can't discuss this with you when you're calling me 'Carter' every
Sam, he instantly said, agreeing to her stipulation.
We aren't 'discussing' this. Hell, we aren't even mentioning
this! You know the...
She interrupted him.
The regs, yeah, I know. She
looked up at him.
You know I know!
And???? Jack prompted her to continue, all the while
staring at her like she'd lost her mind.
And.., she dutifully began. Then she sighed.
You're not my CO anymore, she repeated.
Jack looked taken aback, but said,
Yeah I know.
Bauer. It was as if that was the only explanation that he
had to give.
Carter... Sam... nodded.
I've been... given... indefinite leave,
Jack filled in for her, finally getting an inkling of what she
was driving at.
So... You think that now...
She wouldn't let him finish.
This may be our one
chance... ever... And if we waste it...
Yet Jack wasn't convinced.
But doesn't Bauer want you on
base, building his... doohickey... Nequedah... something.... or
Sam snuck a glance at him, still playing with her fingers so
much in front of her that she was practically screaming 'I'm up
Bauer told me that I was reassigned to build
his bomb. She paused, then added,
But he didn't say when
he needed that bomb.
So... Jack did another double take. She was off base without her commander knowing about it. She was absent without leave... Basically AWOL.
No wonder she's nervous, was his first thought.
His second thought came immediately after his first: she had chosen to go AWOL... for him.
Oh boy... He was in so much trouble!
Still, Jack protested,
But don't we need... I don't
know!... lots of... stuff... in order to get married? He
doubted that she had thoroughly thought this hairbrained scheme
of hers through well enough beforehand in order for him to be
seriously worried about it actually happening now.
But it was Jack who was surprised. She said,
everything that we need with me under the baby's blanket so that
I would be sure that it wouldn't blow away, or that no one would
ever see it, or... Sam's voice trailed off.
Everything? That must mean a license, a certificate, a...
So, she'd been prepared for this for... how long? He was in more
trouble than he'd thought!
You mean that you have... Don't
we need to see a County Clerk, though?
Sam gave him a sickened sort of grin.
That's why Jessica
is here. She's the county clerk.
So... A 'no go' on the County Clerk angle.
information, then? Jack blurted, growing desperate, and
The license person is Jessica's best friend. She
couldn't be here because she was on her way to the hospital...
she's just broken her foot and needs it x-rayed, Sam
anxiously explained. Her behavior simply screamed 'guilty.'
We just caught her, and she told Jessica where she keeps her
extra forms, in case she ever needs them... and she signed the
one form we needed... then the ambulance arrived at her house
to... And the Reverend is here to officiate... Then she
dropped her head in her hands, her fingers threaded through her
I know this sounds nuts, Jack! I don't blame you if
you tell Bauer that I've gone crazy! But... She peered
beseechingly at him through her fingers.
We might not ever
get a chance like this again, and I know that things are nuts
right now, and that something's going on... I don't know about
you, but I can't live with myself if I don't at least try this...
let you know that the opportunity is here... I know this is
sudden... and fast... and...
Jack cut her off by taking hold of her forearms in a grip so
tight that he left bruises. His heart was suddenly in his
throat. The idea of being married to Carter... It was his dream
come true! Don't mess this up, O'Neill! he thought, then
swallowed, and took a deep, shuddering breath.
WheredoIsign? he blurted, his words so fast that they all
Sam stood stock still for another minute, trying to
internalize what he had said. She breathed on him as he breathed
on her. The fog was slowly clearing from her eyes when she
You mean... you'll do it?
But Jack was already moving towards the back of his house,
where he kept a copy of all his personal documents in his bedroom
Don't we need proof of my earlier divorce?
Sam recovered enough from her shock to inform him,
don't need more than to inform us of the date of your first
marriage, and the date of your divorce, and you need to swear
that the second date is the right date.
Jack stopped in his tracks, gave a snort, then said,
divorce date was burned on my brain for years... July 10,
Suddenly Sam looked at him as if she wanted to stop him for
Jack? she called, her voice quiet but
Jack paused, arrested by the note of pure panic in her
solemn voice. He had heard many things come from Carter over
the years, but he'd never heard her panic.
Carter swallowed... sort of.
You... She took a deep
gulp of air.
You... You don't... have... to do this... ya
know. I'm just... giving you the opportunity.
Jack crossed back to her side in a second. He gripped her
Do you not want to? he asked, suddenly
afraid, but forced himself to go on.
But you came here,
saying... bringing... He was at a loss for words, and could
only stare at her, beseeching, out of brown eyes.
Sam was silent for a heartstopping minute when she suddenly
closed her eyes and whispered,
I want to... so much... it
Jack kissed her on her forehead, he was so relieved. It was
a previously forbidden gesture... not even to be considered...
but one that he couldn't deny himself any longer. In fact, he
didn't even think about it before he had made the action.
do I! he forcefully blurted. Then, he changed his comment to
one that made more sense.
It scares me, too. He stared
at her in sudden possessiveness.
But I say 'Let's do it,
Then he was pulling a stumbling Sam into his den. He wasted
no time on ceremony.
Where do we stand? he demanded of
Let's get this show on the road! Before she
changes her mind!
Joan's smile split her features.
enthusiasm! she exclaimed.
And you were worried,
Samantha! she chided next.
But Joan noticed that Sam was a bit too flummoxed to think
straight, and she simply pointed in front of Jack's coffee table.
Jack... Colonel... stand here. Samantha... stand here.
Jessica... out of the way, but you play the witness. And I'll
stand... She took her place before Jack and Sam, who were
both wide eyed and amazed that once things had gotten going, they
were moving at the speed of your typical Goa'uld space ship
plummeting through a planet's atmosphere.
preferences? she gently inquired of Sam and Jack.
ordained minister, but I know how some people prefer...
Jack cut her off.
What's the fastest ceremony you've
got? Do that one.
You don't wish to discuss it
Jack glanced at Sam.
Carter? he asked.
important to you?
Still bemused, in spite of the fact that she had been the one to set this whole event into motion, Sam had the collected strength to mutely shake her head. She wasn't aware that he had called her 'Carter' again, even though she had specifically asked him not to.
Jack turned back to Joan.
Nope, he said.
Joan seemed a bit surprised at this turn of events. But she
was able to keep up with the conversation enough to say,
Okay... Then... Jack, do you promise to l...
Again Jack interrupted her.
Yeah, you bet I do!
There's that enthusiasm again, she
muttered to herself. Then louder, she began again,
Sam didn't even let her finish what she was asking.
Yeah... It's a go.
Um... Joan gazed at her, lost, obviously flummoxed
for a moment by the odd sounding phrase that she had just heard.
I was going to ask if you were sure about such an... over...
enthusiastic guy, but...
Oh, she answered.
Joan gave a slightly wry expression.
But I can see that
you do, too?
Sam looked relieved that Joan seemed to have read her mind.
Um... She snuck a glance at Jack. Then she smiled, the
gesture blazing across her face.
Okay, she said with determination.
Now... the rings... Do you have rings?
Sam seemed to grow more flustered by the second.
I remembered everything else...
Will this do? asked Jessica, holding up a discarded
potato chip twist tie from the coffee table.
Yeah, Jack said, taking the offering.
Quiet... for the baby, Jessica reminded with a
Oh, yeah, Jack whispered. Then he glanced
frantically around the room, looking for something else sort of
Oh... here. He reached for a string hanging off
the edge of his couch, and cut it off with his pocket knife.
Here. He handed the string to Joan.
She grimaced a bit, but took it, and added it to the
discarded twist tie already in her hand.
I consecrate this...
twist tie... and this... piece of string...
It's only temporary... right? Sam queried of Jack,
with a sneaking look at the objects in the Reverend's hands.
I mean, we can... She blushed a bright scarlet, but
The... strange... rings... I mean.
We can't do rings, Carter, Jack began to negate as an
explanation to the Reverend and her sister, and as a reminder to
Someone will surely notice.
I know, Sam agreed quickly.
I was actually
thinking about... bracelets... or... something, she lamely
ended in a helpless tone.
Maybe, Jack agreed, his voice skeptical now.
Actually, I kinda like the idea of a string...
Joan hurried them along.
Okay... string for you,
Jack, she said, giving the string to Sam to give to Jack.
And the tie for Sam... She gave the twist tie to Jack to
give to Sam. He more firmly held the string on his finger of his
left hand when he'd wrapped the tie around Sam's 'ring'
Reverend Joan went on.
By the power invested in me by
the United States, and by it's Armed Forces... I now pronounce
you... um... how do you want me to say this?
Colonel O'Neill and Major Carter, Jack and Sam, both
Jack and Sam announced as one.
Okay, Joan went on in an agreeable tone.
O'Neill and Major Carter...
Jack and Sam, Jessica happily interjected, then gave
a sappy sigh.
This is so romantic! she gushed.
Personally, Jack didn't see anything particularly romantic about a string, but he just gave a mental shrug, and without letting himself think about the action too much, worried that he might talk himself out of it if he hesitated now, leaned in and kissed Major Carter square on her lips.
His enthusiasm transferred immediately to Sam, who threw herself into his kiss with no hesitation whatsoever.
The Sergeant Reverend Joan McCostick ignored them in leu of
pulling a large yellow envelope out from under the sleeping baby,
who only stirred, as if a dream had suddenly taken hold of it's
tiny mind. She pulled out the marriage license.
sign on this dotted witness line... She pointed. Jessica
And now me... Reverend Joan signed her name,
followed by the tiny comment of 'Army rules!' beside her name,
decided that the addition wasn't too childish to include, then
stuffed the form back in the envelope that Sam had provided.
Then Reverend Joan turned to the two who she had just
married. She gave an aggravated sigh.
Stop kissing, you two,
and sign the license in order to make this marriage
Jack and Sam both smiled at the Sergeant Reverend's apparent lack of patience, but stopped hanging on each other long enough to sign their names on the correct lines.
Joan then handed the license application to Jessica.
This still needs to be validated, she noted.
Jessica glared at her sister.
I know how to do my
job! she insisted in a loud whisper.
The baby murmured again in her sleep at the louder voices, but still didn't wake up. She sighed, but just continued sleeping.
Joan looked at Jack, then she looked at Sam...
kissing again. She waited for another moment, and when
neither Jack now Sam stopped to acknowledge their guests, noted,
They're oblivious. We could burn down this house and I doubt
The kiss ended, but Jack didn't even glance at Joan or
Jessica, though he spoke to Joan.
Oh, we'd notice, he
said, still staring into Sam's eyes.
Think I'd let her go up
in flames just when I finally got her? he rhetorically
Joan gave an interrogative raise of her brows.
'Finally?' How long have you two been waiting for a break
like this, anyway?
Jessica steered her sister towards the door before either
Jack or Sam could answer. On the way out, she grabbed up the
sleeping baby in the car seat/carrier, and the license
application, leaving a copy of the actual marriage license with
Jack and Sam. She stuffed the piece of paper into the carrier,
then led Joan to the front door.
I'll explain everything on
the way home, she said. Then she brightened.
want to help me pack for my move to California in two days? This
is your last day in the Springs, after all. She gave
a wicked smile.
I only have a day to put those Army muscles
of yours to good use!
Keep complimenting my muscles like that,
and I'm all yours! Just...
We can do pizza for lunch, Jessica suggested as she
pulled open the front door.
No anchovies! Sergeant Reverend Joan stated as she
followed her sister through the front door. Then they were
Jack grinned at an equally grinning Sam.
Remind me to
send her... them... really great Christmas presents, Jack
Sam just kept grinning as widely, or wider, than he was.
Okay, she agreeably said, ready to agree with anything he
suggested at the moment.
Now where were we? Jack asked, being rhetorical
But Sam responded to his question anyway.
kissing me, and I was just about to rip off your clothes, that's
Jack's grin grew even wider yet.
This day is definitely
Sam gave a sudden grimace.
Then I don't want to be a
downer, but I really should be getting back to base, no matter
what I say that want to do... I don't yet know what
General Bauer will do if he discovers that I'm gone. I uh...
She hesitated, and grimaced again.
I don't exactly have his
permission to be off base.
Jack gave a tolerant, tiny smile.
I kind of figured as
much. He sighed.
Well, I can't say that I'm not
disappointed, but I do understand - kind of wish I
didn't, he added as an afterthought.
Sam leaned in to give him a hug, but stopped, pointing then
to his white t-shirt.
You have beer smudged on your
shirt, she announced. While still staring at his still
clothed chest, she smiled.
And a formula stain from the baby
- how on earth did you get that? Then her eyes narrowed and
Are you two-timing me already?
Oh yeah, Jack mocked back.
babies really have it in the stamina department!
Jack hugged her in spite of the formula and beer stains
still on his shirt.
What have I told you... and told you and
told you... about giggling, Major?
You've told me not to, Colonel, Sam sassed him back.
But I suddenly have a really good reason to giggle, and I
don't want to squander the opportunity!
Jack's smile grew.
I may just have to join you! was
all he said before kissing her like he didn't plan to stop.
But he eventually had to stop for lack of air. Sam
languidly grinned again, looking sleepy and satisfied with life.
So, old married man, what do you have planned for the rest of
the day? she lazily inquired.
You mean before I plan to attack my
wife at the first available opportunity? Sam nodded.
don't believe that I'm saying this, but I think I should get help
considering the new information that General Hammond gave me, and
if I want to get him reinstated, and this whole set up goes all
the way to near the top, if not to the very tippy top...
You mean, up to the President? Sam asked, sounding
slightly horrified now. But Jack nodded.
I have a hard time
believing that, Sir! Sam acknowledged.
Ah! Jack remonstrated.
None of that 'Sir'
business! Only at work!
Sam agreed readily enough.
Okay, Jack... What do you
First, as I don't think that beer and formula stains will
do more than attract women, and I'm perfectly happy with the one
I've already got... Sam smirked at him in satisfaction as
... I need to change my shirt. Then... I
don't believe I'm saying this... but I think the kind of help I
need can only come from someone who knows what it's like inside
the rogue NID. I gonna go talk to Maybourne.
As in Colonel Maybourne?
I hope there's only one... He
contemplated the idea that there might be two Harry Maybournes
out there, and shuddered at just the thought. But he collected
himself enough to ask,
And how 'bout you?
Sam sighed a sad breath of agitation.
I guess it's back
to work on... Bauer's doohickey, she said, and grinned at the
end of her statement due to what she had in effect dubbed a
Well, you are the expert person on Naquedah,
Jack pointed out.
At least he's got the best scientist
working on his... doohickey.
And you're off to see Maybourne, Sam reminded
I never thought I'd be spending my
honeymoon with Harry Maybourne...
Sam giggled at the expression of woe on his face, but
soothed him a bit when she said,
There's always afterwards to
look forward to.
Jack sent a definitely lecherous gleam in Carter's
If all goes well, and we get to that afterwards
that you're talking about, Hammond will be back in command of the
SGC, and SG-1 will be reinstated.
Sam gave a grimace.
And that means that you'll be my CO
once again, she morosely said.
And that's all it means, Jack firmly said.
might not be a good idea to let anybody know about what went on
here today, but it sure doesn't undo anything. He gazed at
her out of determined, clear brown eyes.
Now that you're
mine, I don't plan on giving you up for anything.
However, Sam grew more anxious the more he spoke.
anyone does find out about us being... She had to
gulp before she could go on,
... married... they'll split us
up for sure.
Then we'll just have to see that nobody will... ever...
find out, Jack argued.
I don't know about you, but the
idea of you anywhere but on SG-1 makes me want to retire
So it's 'Sir' and 'Carter' at work, Sam said to make
Jack and Sam stay home all day making wild love on the
Niiiice image! Jack appreciatively intoned. Then the
smile he'd worn faded.
I guess I'm off to see
Off to change your shirt, then to go see Maybourne,
Sam corrected him.
And I'm off back to base.
Where you hopefully won't blow up the state of Colorado
without me looking out for you.
Without you moping in my lab, you mean, Sam said with
narrowed eyes that laughed at him in spite of the things she
I do not mope! Jack protested.
The only way to shut you up is by kissing
Jack grinned again.
I sure don't... mphf.
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