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Jack blinked, confused. Someone was touching him and… where was his shirt? He opened his eyes in the dim light as a lithe feminine body filled his field of vision. A body purely the product of his imagination. Oh yah, this was going to be a great dream he thought with a grin.
The slender lithe woman straddling his legs utterly nude was none other than one Samantha Carter. His subordinate in name only. She was in every way his equal and in many ways his superior. To say he desired this woman was simplistic. He would rather die than be without her. He was sure that was why his brain had conjured her from memory. He’d seen enough of her body to know what she would look like entirely nude.
The very thought of what she was doing straddling him was enough to have his body respond accordingly and Jack grinned.
“C’mere” He told the vision of the woman he loves and gently tugged her down for a long deep kiss.
She moaned and rubbed against him, sliding herself along his now rock hard cock. He could feel how ready she already was for him but let her take the lead, let her take what she wanted from him and she did. The Sam of his imagination was insatiable with need and his vision ended with her moaning his name as she shook in his arms, grinding down on him as he gripped her hips pushing against her with his own release.
The next morning he woke up in an exceptionally good mood and not sure why. He only had vague recollections of his dream the night before. Wondering at the musky funk his body was covered in that reminded him of her scent, he got in the shower and stripped his bed before he even got dressed. He would have sworn he was wearing a t-shirt and shorts when he went to bed but they were laying on the floor next to the bed when he cleared the bed of its coverings. Must have gotten too warm and pulled them off in my sleep, Jack thought absently and dumped the whole thing into the hamper He’d handle it when he got back tomorrow night. They had a day trip to deal with but no other missions this week. Sam had way too much on her plate and most of the new planets were duds lately.
Jack whistled cheerfully as he headed down to 27 for his briefing with SG-1 about their little day trip. He stopped off on 25 to change for the day first. He passed Siler on his way and wished him a good morning. Siler grinned back.
“Good morning, Sir, you’re in a good mood.”
Jack smiled. “It’s just a nice day out.”
Siler looked at him oddly. It had been overcast and drizzling when he came in an hour earlier. Had the weather cleared? He shook his head and went along his way. It hardly mattered hundreds of feet under a rock.
Jack showed up for the briefing on time which had Hammond curious but not unusually so. Once in a while O’Neill was extremely reliable and it had been his own choice to bring the maverick colonel back into the program for his knowledge of how to deal with the Goa’uld.
“Good morning, sir.” Jack told him cheerfully and made himself a coffee. Sam came in a moment later on time, with Teal’c. She gave him an odd look for arriving first as it was mildly out of character but shrugged and sat in her usual spot. Jack plopped down in the chair next to hers and idly spun it back and forth. “Still waiting on Danny, huh?”
“As usual, yes sir.” Sam said. Her mood slightly subdued.
Jack drummed his fingers absently on the table. He smiled and leaned back in his chair when Daniel finally showed up, dropping his research onto the briefing table in a disorganized heap.
“Sorry, sorry.” Daniel said and pushed his glasses back up his nose.
“All right, people, now that we have everyone here, lets go over our next mission.” Hammond told them. “Doctor Jackson?”
“Er, yes, P3X-127A is a relatively arid world with some ruins that look Mesopotamian in nature about five clicks from the Gate.” Daniel went into his explanation and Jack zoned out. Unless it involved big honkin’ space guns he wasn’t super interested. His eyes cut to Carter and pointedly looked back at Daniel. After that dream last night he really shouldn’t spend too much time looking at her right now. That had been… intense.
An hour later, they were gearing up and standing in front of the gate. It was only an overnight trip. If they found stuff, Daniel would assign a team to come back. If not, it was one and done. The UAV had found no signs of recent human activity so Jack had already packed his Gameboy and a deck of cards. He’d bet Carter had her computer and a couple solar charged batteries for the same reason.
“All right, campers, let’s get this one over with. I have a date with my VCR.”
“Sir, why aren’t you using the DVR I bought you for Christmas?”
“Carter, I can’t even figure out how to hook that thing up let alone use it.” He complained.
“Would you like me to come over and set it up for you, sir?” She asked, laughter clear in her voice.
“I might.” Jack admitted mutinously.
Sam grinned as she walked through the Gate with him.
Daniel and Teal’c came through next and they spread out and started traveling in the direction the UAV had told them the ruins were. Sam was unusually quiet Jack noted, but she had about a dozen projects going on right now so he wasn’t especially worried. Just something to keep an eye on. She pushed herself too hard on a regular day as far as he was concerned. He spent half his time making sure she went home or at least went to bed.
Jack really shouldn’t have thought about Sam and bed in the same mental exercise because that dream was floating back to the front of his mind. Not that he was complaining necessarily but it was a little distracting and he was glad this was a cake mission.
“Jack, I think I see the ruins ahead.” Daniel called from the front of their little procession.
“Daniel Jackson is correct. We are approaching the ruins he spoke of.” Teal’c informed them.
“Great. Don’t touch anything, Danny.” Jack admonished him but his tone was amused. He and Sam had gotten zapped by the last thing that they had brought back. It hadn’t done it to anyone else and Sam figured it had just built up a static charge that nailed them both when he helped her move it on to her bench. His fingers had tingled for an hour and they had a good laugh over it when he threw his arm over her shoulders in an impulsive hug.
Janet had said they were both fine before their trip as both had laughed about the incident during their pre-mission physicals to the admonishment not to play with strange boxes.
Daniel all but skipped ahead in glee as they got closer. Jack just shook his head. How that guy got so excited about rocks was beyond Jack but he was happy and Carter had work to do so he and Teal’c did a parameter check around the less than enthralling ruins behind him.
Jack and Teal’c met in the middle and compared notes. There wasn’t anything around for miles. No sign of large animals and no indication of humans or any other intelligent being had been here in decades so they agreed to take turns checking the perimeter and settled in for a game of cards. Sam having finished her samples joined them.
“Find anything, Carter?” Jack asked affably as he moved a card from one spot to another in his hand.
Teal’c drew a card having discarded one.
“Nothing worth mentioning, sir.” She told him and sat cross legged in front of the log Jack had pulled up to sit on but which was currently doubling as a Rummy table.
“Well, if Danny doesn’t find anything by nightfall worth looking into, we’re packing up at first light tomorrow then.” The only reason they were staying overnight was to give other teams time to dial in themselves. Hammond liked nice wide windows and Jack couldn’t blame him. There were enough unscheduled activations as it was. “Take my hand, Carter. I’ll start dinner.” Jack had folded his hand and stuffed into Sam’s fingers before she could protest and got up to dig through the packs for MREs and sterno.
“Are we lighting a fire tonight, sir?” She asked absently as she looked at his hand and started strategically discarding low cards.
“We probably should. There’s nothing out there that Teal’c or I could find. It was either hunted out when it was occupied or they terraformed this one and there wasn’t anything in the first place.” Jack said while he dug around. “Ah ha! There you are!” He said of the MREs then frowned. “I told them no ham.” He muttered.
“Shoe leather and fake butter tonight, sir?” Sam said chuckling.
“Shoe leather would taste better. I thought I asked Hammond to not order these.”
“Reynolds likes the ham ones, sir.”
“His taste in food is as bad as his taste in women.” Jack grumbled which made Sam giggle.
Al’s current girlfriend was very sweet natured but even Sam had noticed she wasn’t exactly fashionable. Not that Sam had room to talk. Janet was on her pretty often about dressing in something besides jeans and t-shirts. Most of the time if she was home they weren’t clean either as she was either working on her bike or puttering with her flower beds.
“Be nice, sir. She’s a nice girl.”
“Let’s just say I set the bar a bit higher than average.” He said with a suggestive smile to Sam who pretended he wasn’t flirting with her.
“That is difficult to determine, O’Neill, as you have not been on a date in some time.” Teal’c said as he played.
Sam snickered. “Don’t feel bad, sir. I haven’t been on a date in ages either. Our jobs aren’t exactly conducive to relationships.”
Jack however grunted without comment. If she had any idea what he’d dreamed about last night she’d have no doubt why he wasn’t at the bar trying to pick up women. It was bad enough that he was already hung up on her, a feeling he knew was mutual and they had decided to just not talk about it ever for obvious reasons. That feeling wasn’t fading any. If anything since their mutual admission, their feelings for each other had become more pronounced. It was frustrating both emotionally and physically. Apparently his brain had figured out a way to resolve the physical frustration.
They had both tried to solve the problem by backing off from the flirting and private conversations with just their eyes but that was only semi effective. And speaking of semi, if he didn’t stop dwelling on this he was going to have one.
“Daniel! Take a break!” Jack yelled across the campsite to his friend who was busily making a rubbing of something on one of the walls.
“This is fascinating, Jack. Apparently when the area was no longer useful, the Goa’uld actually took their humans with them to another planet instead of abandoning them.”
“That’s great, Danny. Enjoy your mac-n-shoe.” Jack told him and handed him his MREs. Jack had split two servings of the ham with two of the macaroni. He personally planned to bury the ham like substance in artificial cheese sauce and pray it disguised the flavor.
Daniel sighed. “I thought you told Hammond not to order the ham anymore.”
Jack shrugged. “I think I have some pop tarts left if you’re a good little archeologist and eat all your shoe leather.”
“Great. The cheese tastes like chicken and the ham tastes like feet.”
Sam snorted in mirth. She had chocolate but she wasn’t sharing. Not even with Daniel.
“We are all subjected to the same inedible food, Daniel Jackson. Complaining about it will not help your situation nor make you feel better.” Teal’c admonished him.
Daniel sighed. “No… but it was something to do.”
Jack rolled his eyes. Usually complaining was his job. He couldn’t blame the younger man though. Sam had grown up on this crap and Jack had been eating it since the sixties but Daniel had only had to survive on it off and on for the last couple years and some of the contents of those foil packs required more getting used to than others.
“I’m adding ham MREs to my list.” Daniel grumbled.
“What list, Daniel?” Sam asked, curious.
“Things he’s never doing again if he ever retires.” Jack supplied while poking unenthusiastically at his macaroni.
“What’s on your list, sir?” Sam asked in amusement.
“Classified, Carter. Very classified.”
Daniel laughed. “What’s on yours, Sam?”
Sam smiled enigmatically. “Also classified.”
“Are you two going to start a life of crime together when you retire?” Daniel asked laughing.
“We might.” Jack said with a grin and started assembling the fire. Teal’c who had dragged over brush and logs got out the fire starting kit and set Jack’s tidy pile ablaze.
“Did you bring marshmallows, O’Neill?” He asked Jack.
“Nope, I have them.” Daniel said and dove into his pack for the bag of fluffy treats.
The evening wore on. Daniel told his team what he’d learned from the ruins and Sam enthusiastically described finding parts for her Indian in some backwater bike shop on her last trip to see her brother.
Jack leaned back and watched his team drowsily. He had last watch tonight so he slipped away to get some shut eye. Teal’c nodded to him as he left. Daniel had first watch so he knew the other two would be in the tent soon. Sam to sleep, Teal’c to meditate.
When Jack woke for his watch Sam was lying on her side, one arm stretched out under her and her hand was above her head and had worked itself into the hair on the top of his head. It was a soothing sensation and he regretted having to get up but duty called.
Thankfully he’d had no repeat of last night’s fantasies. It was bad enough when you had a dream like that in a tent full of guys. It was mortifying to have one about your second who was laying across from you fondling your hair in her sleep.
Jack got up and relieved himself in the dug out latrine before walking the parameter and settling in for his watch.
Three hours later his team started waking up for the day. He’d give Daniel a couple of hours of work then they would head back. He’d found just enough to justify staying a little longer on the planet and Jack really wasn’t in the mood to go home and clean his house anyway.
Sam sat on one of the logs and started working for the day on her laptop while Daniel headed back to the ruins. Teal’c followed him to keep a nominal eye on the younger man.
A few short hours later they were packed up and heading back home. Jack was satisfied Daniel had found all he needed to plead his case to Hammond about sending another team to read all the ruins and find out where the people here had gone. Jack had a couple days off so he headed home, remembering he had to put sheets on his bed and clean out his fridge again.