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19 May 2012 @ 05:15 pm
Fic: Five Times Jack Met Sam in Alternate Universes (3/5) [SG-1; Mature]  
Title: One Hour
Word Count: 1986
Rating: Mature
Original/Fandom: Stargate: SG-1
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Sam
Warnings: bad stuff happens
Summary: General Jack O'Neill meets Dr. Samantha Carter. Their fairy tale turns into a nightmare.
Notes: written for writerverse Table of Doom Five Times prompt.


One Hour


Dr. Samantha Carter grinned as she reviewed the latest test results on the new mineral SG-6 had discovered. It tensile strength and flexibility matched nothing on Earth. Her mind was already spinning through dozens of uses for this substance; she hastily scribbled notes in the margins of the report before they got away from her. This was amazing. She had gotten more done in the last week since General West had transferred out than she had in the last year under his iron rule.

A sharp rap on her office door grabbed her attention and her grin widened when she looked up and saw the slight form of Catherine Langford, head of the scientific arm of the SGA. She watched with interest as a stranger followed her into the office. A tall, handsome stranger, very distinguished in Air Force Class A’s. Samantha felt her heart thud in her chest as she looked at him. God, she hadn’t felt like this since... ever.

Samantha stood carefully as Catherine spoke. “Dr. Samantha Carter, this is General Jack O’Neill. As of this morning, he has taken command of the SGA. General, Dr. Carter is our head astrophysicist, technological guru, and the woman who actually got the Stargate working and made all of this possible.”

Samantha blushed a bit at the praise as she walked over to where the two were standing, extending her hand. “It’s good to meet you, General. If you’d like, I can brief you on our current projects.” His hand clasped hers, sending unexpected tingles up her arm, but he pulled it away quickly.

“No need, Dr. Carter. I never intended to run herd on a bunch of scientists. You can report to Dr. Langford and she’ll tell me whatever I need to know. Other than that, you stay out of my way and I’ll do my best to stay out of yours.”

Catherine saw Samantha’s surprise and dismay at the brusque treatment and looked over at the general. His expression was cold and shuttered, revealing only an impersonal military facade.

“Whatever works for you, General,” she heard Samantha reply, just as coldly. “Now, if you’ll let me get back to my work.”

Jack nodded, exiting quickly.

Samantha stared after him, trying to figure out how much of her anger came from being dismissed as a professional, rather than as a woman. She sighed angrily as she tried not to think about the way his palm had felt against hers, or the flash of warmth in those beautiful brown eyes before they had turned hard and cold.

“Well, I guess being ignored is better than being interfered with.”

Catherine touched her shoulder. “He really is a good man, Samantha; don’t worry. It will get better.” The younger woman just rolled her eyes and buried herself back in the report on her desk. Catherine hurried out of the office to catch up to Jack.

“What the hell was that about, Jack?” Catherine questioned as soon as they were out of hearing distance of Samantha’s office.

He continued walking as he answered. “Oh, come on, Catherine. You know I don’t do the whole science thing.”

“No, I don’t know that, Jack,” she replied archly. “Regardless, you have been perfectly cordial to every other member of my staff you’ve met this morning, until Samantha. What’s so special about her?”

They arrived at the elevator and she took the time while they were waiting to study the younger man. She had known him for years; he had actually being one of the men on the first mission through the gate. General West had just had Samantha reassigned to the Pentagon at that time, which was why they hadn’t met back then.

“She is crucial to this program, as General West discovered just a little too late.” Catherine couldn’t repress a satisfied smile at the fate of the bombastic general. “You’ll have to learn to work with her, whatever your problem is, or you’ll be following him.”

She noted the tension in his frame as they entered the elevator car, but it was the look in his eyes that gave her pause: a cross between need and terror. Her expression changed to one of sympathy.

With the freedom granted to her by virtue of her age and her civilian status, she said bluntly, “You’re attracted to her? Is that it?”

Jack stared at the metal doors and said nothing. He wouldn’t lie to Catherine, but he couldn’t even process the feelings that had hit him when he saw that woman. It was like someone had filled his chest with light and warmth and then stolen it right back, leaving a gaping vacuum in its place. It had been five years since he’d felt the former; every day of the last five years he’d lived with the latter.

Catherine watched as he struggled through an avalanche of emotions, piecing together his reaction. Five years ago, his wife and young son had been killed in an act of terror and revenge stemming from Jack’s days in black ops. He had lived a solitary life since then, which had made him a perfect candidate for the risky first Stargate mission. On his return from Abydos, he had been promoted and moved into a desk job at the Pentagon, again narrowly missing Samantha as she was transferred first to Area 51, then finally back to Cheyenne Mountain over West’s strenuous objections.

After a minute, Jack slumped against the elevator wall with a mirthless laugh and looked at Catherine. “Of all the gin joints, huh?”

Catherine smiled. “Just give it some time, Jack. There’s no rush.”

~ ) O ( ~

Samantha entered the commissary, planning on grabbing a tray and heading back to her lab, when her eyes were drawn to a corner table. The general was eating alone, again. She shook her head. It wasn’t right for anyone to be alone that much. Sometimes, he would have meetings with senior staff members over lunch. Occasionally, Charlie Kawalsky would eat with him. But if O’Neill wasn’t near the control room, Kawalsky usually was. Most days though, it was this: a man alone in a room full of people, who either couldn’t or wouldn’t approach him.

With a deep breath, she took her full tray and headed over to the corner. Sliding into the seat opposite him, she ignored his startled look as she opened her drink and arranged her utensils.

“Is there something I can help you with, Doctor?” he asked sarcastically.

She smiled brightly at him and started mixing her salad greens. “No, General. I just thought you could use the company. It’s not good to be alone too much.”

He stared at her for a minute before responding, “Or maybe it’s better for everyone else.”

She just gave him that look that he’d come to know from months of meetings. The very, very hot look that said, ‘I know more than you do and you are not going to win this one.’ He usually didn’t. He swallowed and sat back, wondering what she had set her sights on now.

She started talking. He never could remember what they talked about that first day. It must have started out work-related, but somehow by the end of the meal they had a dinner date for the weekend.

One date turned into two turned into a weekend away before a month had gone by. No matter how hard he tried, there was no way he could stop himself from falling in love with her: her brilliance and her beauty and her gentle, comforting presence when the nightmares woke him panicked in the night.

And then Charlie was standing beside him as he watched Samantha walk up the aisle, a vision in satin and lace. With teary smiles and shaking hands, they exchanged rings. Voices heavy with emotion promised to love and honor and cherish till death do them part.

~ ) O ( ~

One Year Later

The ships were coming; they’d known it for months and hadn’t come up with any miraculous answer. They were all working 28 hours a day. She was exhausted, Jack was exhausted, everyone was beyond exhausted, and still, the only end in sight was too horrible to contemplate.

Samantha was determined to give him this though, this one night. She had arranged with his staff that he was not to be disturbed: no calls, no meetings. She had set up a driver and Charlie had promised to physically put him into the car at 1800 hours. She had slipped out early and come home to start dinner and set the table, pulling out their wedding dishes for the first time since they’d been married.

Satisfied with the cozy picture the nicely set table made when paired with the tempting aromas from the kitchen, she smiled as she heard the door open exactly on schedule. She met him in the foyer, took his coat and hung it neatly in the hall closet before turning to embrace him. He clung tightly to her as she ran her hands soothingly up and down his back.

“They’re so close,” he whispered.

She pulled back and looked at him, pleading. “Not tonight. No work, just us.”

He pulled her back close to him, burying his face in her hair, breathing her in. He’d seen the radar images and knew that it would be a miracle if it didn’t begin tonight. And miracles were in short supply. But for her, he’d pretend for however long was given them.

Her lips brushed warmly against his neck and a shudder ran through him. “Dinner will be ready in an hour,” she said softly, as her fingers began unbuttoning his jacket. She scattered kisses along his jawline as she began walking backward, pulling him toward the bedroom.

The room was lit with the warm, soft glow of dozens of candles. Clothes were removed to be replaced with lips and hands, skin on skin as they fell into bed. He tried to commit every touch, every sigh, to memory as his hands slowly brought her to orgasm. Raising himself above her, he kissed her beautiful face, flushed from climax. His heart felt like it was shattering into a million pieces as he entered her and looked down to see her eyes shining with love and lust and tears. He gave himself over to the physical then, losing himself in her warmth, trying desperately to get closer to her than he had ever been.

He could feel the cusp of her second orgasm when she tightened her thighs against his hips, her hands holding him pressed tightly to her. Her breath quickened and she panted in his ear, “Jack, please.... god, please, with me... now.”

He let go and thrust deeply, once, twice, and then they both stilled, tense and trembling as their bodies pulsed in and around each other. And for that moment, they were all that mattered.

They lay quietly, basking in the warm, sensual atmosphere, hands moving lazily over any skin within reach. From the kitchen, the oven timer beeped a five-minute warning. She propped her chin on his chest and smiled teasingly at him. “You have great timing, General. I have to go check the food in a minute.”

“Let it burn,” he growled back at her and pulled her on top of him, kissing her deeply.

His phone rang. They froze briefly before she pulled back, a stricken look on her face. He spared her a momentary look of regret before rolling over to fish his phone out of his pants pocket.

Her throat felt tight and hot tears stung her eyes as she watched her sexy, tousled husband slowly transform into the cold, battle-hardened General O’Neill. Unable to bear it, she slipped from the bed before he had hung up and started dressing.

She had wanted one last night.

She had gotten one hour.


Continue to #4: Utah


 
 
 
Ami Ven: Team Proseami_ven on June 3rd, 2012 02:15 am (UTC)
I am now going to believe that this is what happened during that episode. Yep, exactly this.
magickmoons: sam jackmagickmoons on June 3rd, 2012 03:51 am (UTC)
Oh, thank you, what a wonderful compliment :)
Kate: J/S_hug2supplyship on June 7th, 2012 06:34 pm (UTC)
Wah! Beautiful and hot and heartbreaking all at once. I'm with Ami on this - that's exactly how it happened! *nods*
magickmoons: sam jack just usmagickmoons on June 7th, 2012 08:58 pm (UTC)
Thank you :) I think this one may have been my personal favorite of the five.
Vash: Teslen 1vash26 on June 10th, 2012 09:50 pm (UTC)
Heartbreaking *sigh*
magickmoons: jackmagickmoons on June 10th, 2012 11:48 pm (UTC)
Yeah, I almost hated writing it knowing where it was going to end up...