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....a girl named Cyndie... god.
And, more of the post-Ascension thingie. Unedited and stuff....
Much later, she was nearly asleep when she remembered something. Poking the shoulder next to her, with a finger, Sam waited. She was definitely awake again.
A grunt came from Jack.
"You never answered my question."
"Carter." His voice was sleepy, and slightly authoritarian. "Go to sleep."
"No." Continuing on before he could muster a reply, she said, "How did you know I could make souffles."
"Gah. Y'know, if I'd known it would be a Spanish inquisition--"
"Jack. Don't dodge the question, or I'll beging to think you're..." Her voice trailed off as she realized exactly who she had told about her newfound skill. "Oh."
"See?" His voice was muffled. "I know you'd get all tense about it."
"You talked to Orlin about me? When?!"
His head turned and he met her gaze without flinching. "One of the days you were working in your lab to convince us not to test the weapon."
"And you went to make sure you could trust me."
"To back you up." His eyes were still holding hers. "I wanted to meet this alien who had taken a strange fascination with you."
"Jack..." There wasn't anything she could think of to say. On the one hand, he'd been worried, on the other, he hadn't trusted her. And on another, it was weird to see him so completely serious. It disturbed her. "How did you get him to talk to you?"
"Pretended to be a delivery man."
Now there was something she would have paid money to see.
"Carter, it's not that I don't trust you. But Simmons was making noises, and even though I knew you could handle it, I wanted... I wanted to be able to back you up with something concrete."
She shrugged, "It's okay."
"No." He touched her cheek. "It's not, is it. You--Carter, I would trust you with this entire planet."
"And if it had been Daniel who had an alien friend?"
"I would have done the same thing."
Unbidden came the image of Orlin declaring his undying devotion to Daniel, and she fought back a giggle. But her lips twitched. "Fine."
"We're good?"
"Mhmm." She curled into his side and let out a sigh. "As long as you don't start stalking me."
"Been doing that for years," he mumbled.
And, more of the post-Ascension thingie. Unedited and stuff....
Much later, she was nearly asleep when she remembered something. Poking the shoulder next to her, with a finger, Sam waited. She was definitely awake again.
A grunt came from Jack.
"You never answered my question."
"Carter." His voice was sleepy, and slightly authoritarian. "Go to sleep."
"No." Continuing on before he could muster a reply, she said, "How did you know I could make souffles."
"Gah. Y'know, if I'd known it would be a Spanish inquisition--"
"Jack. Don't dodge the question, or I'll beging to think you're..." Her voice trailed off as she realized exactly who she had told about her newfound skill. "Oh."
"See?" His voice was muffled. "I know you'd get all tense about it."
"You talked to Orlin about me? When?!"
His head turned and he met her gaze without flinching. "One of the days you were working in your lab to convince us not to test the weapon."
"And you went to make sure you could trust me."
"To back you up." His eyes were still holding hers. "I wanted to meet this alien who had taken a strange fascination with you."
"Jack..." There wasn't anything she could think of to say. On the one hand, he'd been worried, on the other, he hadn't trusted her. And on another, it was weird to see him so completely serious. It disturbed her. "How did you get him to talk to you?"
"Pretended to be a delivery man."
Now there was something she would have paid money to see.
"Carter, it's not that I don't trust you. But Simmons was making noises, and even though I knew you could handle it, I wanted... I wanted to be able to back you up with something concrete."
She shrugged, "It's okay."
"No." He touched her cheek. "It's not, is it. You--Carter, I would trust you with this entire planet."
"And if it had been Daniel who had an alien friend?"
"I would have done the same thing."
Unbidden came the image of Orlin declaring his undying devotion to Daniel, and she fought back a giggle. But her lips twitched. "Fine."
"We're good?"
"Mhmm." She curled into his side and let out a sigh. "As long as you don't start stalking me."
"Been doing that for years," he mumbled.