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Liz's fault.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Set: s8. (I pretend there is no Pete--and I so need an acronym for that) Rating: PG
Notes: Fluff. for ref: http://www.af.mil/media/photodb/web/web_030709-F-3050V-073.jpg
Dedication: to Liz, who made it possible.
Painted Blue
by Ana Lyssie Cotton
Lieutenant Colonel Samantha Carter wasn't often speechless. In fact, it took a very determined person to even get her to stop talking (once she'd started technobabbling--although her plants seemed to like it). So it came as a shock, to General Jack O'Neill, when all she could do was stare.
"Carter?"
She jerked her head away from the table and looked at him. "Sir?" There was disbelief in her voice.
"Colonel," he said patiently, "The SGC is being asked to participate in a 'marketing survey' to determine if the new Air Force BDUs are acceptable."
"They're hideous, sir." The bald honesty in her words made him smile.
"I'm not saying they aren't, Carter."
"But what you *are* saying is that I have to wear them." It wasn't a question.
"Yes." He paused, and a grimace slipped across his face. "I'm sorry, Carter, you were specifically requested as one of the test subjects. I think someone out there has a grudge."
"This wouldn't surprise me," she muttered, her tone dark as she stared, once again, at the table.
"Could be one of Kinsey's brats, or--"
"Sir?" She interrupted him, turning suddenly hopeful crystal-clear blue eyes on him. "Do I really...."
"I'm sorry, Carter." Jack was repeating himself. He didn't care. "You're to wear them for the next seven duty shifts on base."
"And off-world?"
"Still green."
Her eyes closed for a moment, and he swore she muttered "thank God" but he didn't ask. "I'll wear them on one condition, sir."
"Conditions, Colonel?" His eyebrow raised.
She met his eyes, hers almost expressionless. "That you wear them ,too."
Gah. She was so, so, *innocent*. And he so should know better. "Colonel, I am not required--"
"Then I won't wear them."
"Colonel--"
"What're you going to do, General, dress me yourself?" Her tone mocked him, her eyes challenged him.
A smirk crossed his lips, "Sure. Do I get to undress you, first?"
Her eyes widened. "Depends."
"I am not wearing that hideous uniform, Carter."
"Then neither am I." She crossed her arms and glared defiantly.
"I could charge you with insubordination."
"Yes, you could." A smirk touched her lips, "And then I'd have to bring up the fact that you offered to undress me."
Damn. She played dirty. His eyes narrowed. "Carter."
"Or, you could just wear them with me. Sir."
He sighed. She had won, and she knew it. Still, there had to be some dignity he could salvage. "One condition."
"Oh?" Her eyebrows raised.
"I still get to undress you."
The grin on her lips twisted into a smirk. "Not if I undress you first."
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Disclaimer: Not mine. Set: s8. (I pretend there is no Pete--and I so need an acronym for that) Rating: PG
Notes: Fluff. for ref: http://www.af.mil/media/photodb/web/web_030709-F-3050V-073.jpg
Dedication: to Liz, who made it possible.
Painted Blue
by Ana Lyssie Cotton
Lieutenant Colonel Samantha Carter wasn't often speechless. In fact, it took a very determined person to even get her to stop talking (once she'd started technobabbling--although her plants seemed to like it). So it came as a shock, to General Jack O'Neill, when all she could do was stare.
"Carter?"
She jerked her head away from the table and looked at him. "Sir?" There was disbelief in her voice.
"Colonel," he said patiently, "The SGC is being asked to participate in a 'marketing survey' to determine if the new Air Force BDUs are acceptable."
"They're hideous, sir." The bald honesty in her words made him smile.
"I'm not saying they aren't, Carter."
"But what you *are* saying is that I have to wear them." It wasn't a question.
"Yes." He paused, and a grimace slipped across his face. "I'm sorry, Carter, you were specifically requested as one of the test subjects. I think someone out there has a grudge."
"This wouldn't surprise me," she muttered, her tone dark as she stared, once again, at the table.
"Could be one of Kinsey's brats, or--"
"Sir?" She interrupted him, turning suddenly hopeful crystal-clear blue eyes on him. "Do I really...."
"I'm sorry, Carter." Jack was repeating himself. He didn't care. "You're to wear them for the next seven duty shifts on base."
"And off-world?"
"Still green."
Her eyes closed for a moment, and he swore she muttered "thank God" but he didn't ask. "I'll wear them on one condition, sir."
"Conditions, Colonel?" His eyebrow raised.
She met his eyes, hers almost expressionless. "That you wear them ,too."
Gah. She was so, so, *innocent*. And he so should know better. "Colonel, I am not required--"
"Then I won't wear them."
"Colonel--"
"What're you going to do, General, dress me yourself?" Her tone mocked him, her eyes challenged him.
A smirk crossed his lips, "Sure. Do I get to undress you, first?"
Her eyes widened. "Depends."
"I am not wearing that hideous uniform, Carter."
"Then neither am I." She crossed her arms and glared defiantly.
"I could charge you with insubordination."
"Yes, you could." A smirk touched her lips, "And then I'd have to bring up the fact that you offered to undress me."
Damn. She played dirty. His eyes narrowed. "Carter."
"Or, you could just wear them with me. Sir."
He sighed. She had won, and she knew it. Still, there had to be some dignity he could salvage. "One condition."
"Oh?" Her eyebrows raised.
"I still get to undress you."
The grin on her lips twisted into a smirk. "Not if I undress you first."
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And. Damn. Those uniforms are awful. But if you stare at them and cross your eyes, you can see a magic picture, so...
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Of course, he also hopes no one notices that he's staring at Carter a lot... well, more than normal.
Okay, so he's pretty sure people have stopped caring after 8 years, but he's a General now, he figures there should be some dignity to his ogling.
Except he frequently forgets that. Because she smiles.
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;)
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That was cute. I love fluff. :)
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*pets icon and squees about it being less than a week ohmigod* (hopeless fangirl)
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I know -- I can't wait! :) Any chance of you writing some John/Aeryn fluff to make the wait easier...? *begs shamelessly*
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*Snort*
And the fic is funny and in character. Hee.
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And thank you. *pets them*
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::DEAD OF SQUEE::
This is EXACTLY what I wanted after reading that news story. You are SUCH a fanfic GODDESS. RARR. ::pets you::
::pets s&j out of uniform::
Oh man. YAY.
Yay undressing!
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Sequel! ::loves lyssie's roommate and her hand motions and shouts forever!::
....and it ends with....DEAD DANIEL!
no... no.... sorry...lol
i love daniel, i swear i do, i just have fandom angst with daniel. ^_^
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(I love my roommate, too)
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My roommate gives me the best Jack Lines Ever, man.
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my ex-roommate would give me the best "what heathen thing are you NOW laughing at, you liberal whore?!" glares EVER, .... uh... ^_^
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:: scratches head in confusion ::
Regardless, the fic is still cute. :-D
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And, no, I don't think they are. The article I read said that if they are approved, they'll be fazed in over five years...
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Does it say what they're for?
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Hrm.
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Begs the question why they don't just go with the slate blue as standard (my dad wore class B's most days, but his fatigues were all solid OD green, not woodland), but whatever. I think they're kinda cool, but would probably get tired of looking at them all day. Solid colors = much better.
Thanks for the link!
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"What're you going to do, General, dress me yourself?" Her tone mocked him, her eyes challenged him.
A smirk crossed his lips, "Sure. Do I get to undress you, first?"
Her eyes widened. "Depends."
*giggles*
*smooooooooch*
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And they so are. And they are bad bad people, making me write such... eh, who'm I kidding? I love fluff...
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Heh. She *so* totally adds that "sir" in as an afterthought sometimes.
Always adore your fluff, Lyss.
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Or, uh, she's making a point.
Thank you. :)