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I title this tomorrow. When I'm awake.
Fluff! Drunkenness! Sneaky crossoverness! Daniel angsting on the roof! Jack getting Sam plastered!
(there might be more tomorrow, too. *falls over ded*)
It had always been something that Teal'c had noticed about his Tauri companions. A certain lack of coherence after a certain amount of alcohol had been consumed. Of course, he was used to these specific comrades being much more together about things. But then, they'd been through a lot recently. And even *he* was beginning to feel the strain around the edges.
Still, he had kind of hoped that Colonel Carter wouldn't allow O'Neill to goad her so.
"Are you sure," he said to her as she eyed the large tumbler with distaste, "That you wish to partake of O'Neill's concoction?"
"Yep."
=-
Daniel Jackson was on the roof again. Teal'c had observed this phenomenon once or twice before as well. Except that, normally, the rest of SG-1 and O'Neill were not there. And Daniel Jackons would be alone on the roof.
"Daniel."
"Jack."
The General gave an impatient snort. "What are you doing?"
"Sitting on my roof, Jack."
"Who's the guy in pink?"
"I don't know, Jack." Daniel paused. "But I'm glad you can see him. I was beginning to get really worried."
Teal'c eyed the man critically. He seemed wiry and well-muscled, as if he would move with a dancer's grace and yet hit with the weight of a jaffa. Oddly, the way the man was sitting there, totally disinterested in everything around him and sucking casually on his lit cigarette caused Teal'c to relax. He meant them little harm.
"Why is he there, Daniel?"
"I don't know. Why don't you ask him."
"Hey!"
The man shifted, shot a disinterested look at SG-1 and the General, then casually offered his cigarette to Daniel Jackson.
"Uh. No thanks."
"Suit y'self." The man took another drag on it, then half-smiled. "The name's LeBeau."
O'Neill blinked, then nodded. "Look, Le--what the HELL kind of name is LeBeau?"
"A very quiet one."
Ignoring the sarcastic tone, O'Neill continued to ask his question. "What the hell are you doing up there on Danny's roof?"
"Contemplating."
"He's kind of cute." This came from Colonel Carter, who had stopped paying attention to Daniel and the General, and was now focussed on the young man. She poked a finger into the General. "Ask if he's single."
"Carter, you're engaged."
"So?" She pouted. Teal'c was certain the General would call it adorable. "Maybe he's a better kisser than Pe-Paul? Paul."
Teal'c blinked. For the Colonel to forget the name of her betrothed was... almost amusing.
"Oh, we are not having this conversation. Carter, you're drunk."
"So?"
"Hey! Daniel!"
"Go away, Jack."
"What're you doing?"
"Thinking about jumping, Jack."
"Jumping?" Colonel Carter giggled, then snorted. "It's not far enough. You'll just break your arm. If you want your arm broken, I'm sure you could come down here and Teal'c would break it for you."
"Uh, no. Thanks."
Teal'c raised both eyebrows at the General. "I believe Colonel Carter is highly inebriated."
"Yeah. Shouldn't have given her the vodka shooters."
"Mm. Vodka." Carter bounced on her toes, wobbled, then leaned against O'Neill. "I could go for some more vodka."
Absently, almost, O'Neill's arm snaked around Colonel Carter and held her to his side. "So. LeBeau, what's your story?"
"My girlfriend left me." The man replied. He sighed, "Last time it was Antarctica."
"Oh, god. So been there. Got the x-rays to prove it." O'Neill scowled. "Why'd she leave you?"
"Somethin' about..." The man paused, squinting into the distance. "Never mind."
"Daniel, come down from there."
"No, Jack."
There was a strange rustling sound, and Teal'c watched as a young woman alighted on the roof. She eyed them all, then looked at LeBeau. "C'mon, sugah. We got things to do."
He stubbed out his cigarette and stood with her help. "Good to see ya, chere."
A snort. "Next time, I'm leavin' you on the Mississippi."
"Mosquitos." He wrinkled his nose.
"Yep." She tossed her chestnut curls, then smirked. "Let's blow this popsicle stand."
A moment later, they were airborne and then gone into the night sky.
There was silence amongst the four of them. Then Colonel Carter hiccupped. "Did they just--"
"Nope." O'Neill began walking towards the house. "I didn't see anything. Did you, T?"
"Indeed not, O'Neill. It appears Colonel Carter is very impaired."
"Ya mean drunk."
"Am not." The blonde woman objected, but she didn't refuse when the General settled her on the couch and then flopped next to her. "Should watch Star Wars again."
Teal'c agreed with her and turned the DVD back on before O'Neill could object.
-=-
"Jack?"
The plaintive call came from somewhere. Jack O'Neill might have been somewhat drunk, but he was sure he'd heard his name called.
"Jack?"
Daniel. Daniel was calling him. He started to move to go see where the multi-PhD'd man was, and stopped. Carter was flopped across him, snoring softly.
If he moved, he'd wake her. And he wouldn't have Carter draped across him.
"Jack, I wanna come down now."
If he didn't move, Daniel might jump.
Damn.
Choices, choices.
"I shall retrieve Daniel Jackson, O'Neill." The deep voice of Teal'c, his favorite jaffa said.
"Thanks, T," he whispered. He settled carefully back against the couch, glad Daniel had a nice comfortable one. Carter shifted slightly, and he was suddenly groping her. Not that he minded. Really. But some part of him pointed out that she was engaged, and--his train of thought was derailed (despite the enjoyment factor of groping Carter) when she moved, her hand sliding under his shirt and settling there on his bare stomach.
She wasn't awake. Years of sleeping off-world and sharing tents with her told him that Samantha Carter was quite sound asleep.
And she was groping him back.
"Jack." Daniels voice was much closer. "Should you be groping Sam?"
"Sssh. She's asleep."
The archeologist came around so that he was in view. He tilted his head at Jack, then pushed his glasses up his nose. "Don't you think she'd object?"
"It's not my fault she passed out on me."
"Uh-huh."
"Besides. She's groping back." He defended.
"Jack, she's drunk."
"Indeed."
"She doesn't know--"
"Oh, would the three of you shut up?" The cranky voice issued from somewhere in the vicinity of his collarbone. The hand on his stomach flexed then settled firmly against the muscles that had tensed there. "Some of us are trying to sleep."
"Carter--"
"I'm ignoring you and going back to sleep, Jack."
"Uh, Sam?"
"What, Daniel?"
"Wouldn't a bed be more comfortable?"
"Can I keep my hand up Jack's shirt?"
There was silence for a moment, then Jack coughed. "Carter--"
"Please?"
Okay, so a bed would be more comfortable. But... a bed implied more than sleeping. Even if there was groping involved and--aw, who the hell was he kidding? "Fine. Bed it is."
"Do you think that's wise?"
"No, Daniel," he sat up after Carter had dragged herself off of him.
She stood, then hauled him to his feet and they swayed gently for a moment, arms tangled around each other.
"Okay, then. Teal'c?"
"I shall be fine sleeping on the couch, Daniel Jackson."
"Okay. Right this way, to the honeymoon suite," Daniel led them down the hall and opened the door to the spare room. "Your luxurious accommodations include a night light in the shape of an ankh."
"Thanks, Danny." Jack yawned and paused to let Carter go, then leaned down to pull off his boots. She was doing the same.
Daniel stood in the doorway and watched them divest their outer layers leaving t-shirts and shorts and socks on.
"Right or left?"
"I'll," Carter paused and let out her own yawn, "take the left."
"Oh."
She blinked at him, "Would you rather have the left?"
"No, no," he gestured expansively, "You take the left, I don't mind."
She closed her eyes. "Jack. You take the left, I really don't care."
"You chose it first--"
"Jack!" Daniel snapped from the doorway. "Just take the damned side of the bed and go to sleep!"
"Fine."
"You're sulking," Sam informed him as she climbed in on the other side.
"Shut up and c'mere."
"Yes, sir."
"Carter--"
"Good night, Jack."
The hand was back under his shirt, her head pillowed on his shoulder. "Do you drool?"
"Yes. Now go to sleep."
Daniel eyed them a moment longer, then left. His own bed was calling, and he really didn't want to think about the morning.
Really.
-f-
(there might be more tomorrow, too. *falls over ded*)
It had always been something that Teal'c had noticed about his Tauri companions. A certain lack of coherence after a certain amount of alcohol had been consumed. Of course, he was used to these specific comrades being much more together about things. But then, they'd been through a lot recently. And even *he* was beginning to feel the strain around the edges.
Still, he had kind of hoped that Colonel Carter wouldn't allow O'Neill to goad her so.
"Are you sure," he said to her as she eyed the large tumbler with distaste, "That you wish to partake of O'Neill's concoction?"
"Yep."
=-
Daniel Jackson was on the roof again. Teal'c had observed this phenomenon once or twice before as well. Except that, normally, the rest of SG-1 and O'Neill were not there. And Daniel Jackons would be alone on the roof.
"Daniel."
"Jack."
The General gave an impatient snort. "What are you doing?"
"Sitting on my roof, Jack."
"Who's the guy in pink?"
"I don't know, Jack." Daniel paused. "But I'm glad you can see him. I was beginning to get really worried."
Teal'c eyed the man critically. He seemed wiry and well-muscled, as if he would move with a dancer's grace and yet hit with the weight of a jaffa. Oddly, the way the man was sitting there, totally disinterested in everything around him and sucking casually on his lit cigarette caused Teal'c to relax. He meant them little harm.
"Why is he there, Daniel?"
"I don't know. Why don't you ask him."
"Hey!"
The man shifted, shot a disinterested look at SG-1 and the General, then casually offered his cigarette to Daniel Jackson.
"Uh. No thanks."
"Suit y'self." The man took another drag on it, then half-smiled. "The name's LeBeau."
O'Neill blinked, then nodded. "Look, Le--what the HELL kind of name is LeBeau?"
"A very quiet one."
Ignoring the sarcastic tone, O'Neill continued to ask his question. "What the hell are you doing up there on Danny's roof?"
"Contemplating."
"He's kind of cute." This came from Colonel Carter, who had stopped paying attention to Daniel and the General, and was now focussed on the young man. She poked a finger into the General. "Ask if he's single."
"Carter, you're engaged."
"So?" She pouted. Teal'c was certain the General would call it adorable. "Maybe he's a better kisser than Pe-Paul? Paul."
Teal'c blinked. For the Colonel to forget the name of her betrothed was... almost amusing.
"Oh, we are not having this conversation. Carter, you're drunk."
"So?"
"Hey! Daniel!"
"Go away, Jack."
"What're you doing?"
"Thinking about jumping, Jack."
"Jumping?" Colonel Carter giggled, then snorted. "It's not far enough. You'll just break your arm. If you want your arm broken, I'm sure you could come down here and Teal'c would break it for you."
"Uh, no. Thanks."
Teal'c raised both eyebrows at the General. "I believe Colonel Carter is highly inebriated."
"Yeah. Shouldn't have given her the vodka shooters."
"Mm. Vodka." Carter bounced on her toes, wobbled, then leaned against O'Neill. "I could go for some more vodka."
Absently, almost, O'Neill's arm snaked around Colonel Carter and held her to his side. "So. LeBeau, what's your story?"
"My girlfriend left me." The man replied. He sighed, "Last time it was Antarctica."
"Oh, god. So been there. Got the x-rays to prove it." O'Neill scowled. "Why'd she leave you?"
"Somethin' about..." The man paused, squinting into the distance. "Never mind."
"Daniel, come down from there."
"No, Jack."
There was a strange rustling sound, and Teal'c watched as a young woman alighted on the roof. She eyed them all, then looked at LeBeau. "C'mon, sugah. We got things to do."
He stubbed out his cigarette and stood with her help. "Good to see ya, chere."
A snort. "Next time, I'm leavin' you on the Mississippi."
"Mosquitos." He wrinkled his nose.
"Yep." She tossed her chestnut curls, then smirked. "Let's blow this popsicle stand."
A moment later, they were airborne and then gone into the night sky.
There was silence amongst the four of them. Then Colonel Carter hiccupped. "Did they just--"
"Nope." O'Neill began walking towards the house. "I didn't see anything. Did you, T?"
"Indeed not, O'Neill. It appears Colonel Carter is very impaired."
"Ya mean drunk."
"Am not." The blonde woman objected, but she didn't refuse when the General settled her on the couch and then flopped next to her. "Should watch Star Wars again."
Teal'c agreed with her and turned the DVD back on before O'Neill could object.
-=-
"Jack?"
The plaintive call came from somewhere. Jack O'Neill might have been somewhat drunk, but he was sure he'd heard his name called.
"Jack?"
Daniel. Daniel was calling him. He started to move to go see where the multi-PhD'd man was, and stopped. Carter was flopped across him, snoring softly.
If he moved, he'd wake her. And he wouldn't have Carter draped across him.
"Jack, I wanna come down now."
If he didn't move, Daniel might jump.
Damn.
Choices, choices.
"I shall retrieve Daniel Jackson, O'Neill." The deep voice of Teal'c, his favorite jaffa said.
"Thanks, T," he whispered. He settled carefully back against the couch, glad Daniel had a nice comfortable one. Carter shifted slightly, and he was suddenly groping her. Not that he minded. Really. But some part of him pointed out that she was engaged, and--his train of thought was derailed (despite the enjoyment factor of groping Carter) when she moved, her hand sliding under his shirt and settling there on his bare stomach.
She wasn't awake. Years of sleeping off-world and sharing tents with her told him that Samantha Carter was quite sound asleep.
And she was groping him back.
"Jack." Daniels voice was much closer. "Should you be groping Sam?"
"Sssh. She's asleep."
The archeologist came around so that he was in view. He tilted his head at Jack, then pushed his glasses up his nose. "Don't you think she'd object?"
"It's not my fault she passed out on me."
"Uh-huh."
"Besides. She's groping back." He defended.
"Jack, she's drunk."
"Indeed."
"She doesn't know--"
"Oh, would the three of you shut up?" The cranky voice issued from somewhere in the vicinity of his collarbone. The hand on his stomach flexed then settled firmly against the muscles that had tensed there. "Some of us are trying to sleep."
"Carter--"
"I'm ignoring you and going back to sleep, Jack."
"Uh, Sam?"
"What, Daniel?"
"Wouldn't a bed be more comfortable?"
"Can I keep my hand up Jack's shirt?"
There was silence for a moment, then Jack coughed. "Carter--"
"Please?"
Okay, so a bed would be more comfortable. But... a bed implied more than sleeping. Even if there was groping involved and--aw, who the hell was he kidding? "Fine. Bed it is."
"Do you think that's wise?"
"No, Daniel," he sat up after Carter had dragged herself off of him.
She stood, then hauled him to his feet and they swayed gently for a moment, arms tangled around each other.
"Okay, then. Teal'c?"
"I shall be fine sleeping on the couch, Daniel Jackson."
"Okay. Right this way, to the honeymoon suite," Daniel led them down the hall and opened the door to the spare room. "Your luxurious accommodations include a night light in the shape of an ankh."
"Thanks, Danny." Jack yawned and paused to let Carter go, then leaned down to pull off his boots. She was doing the same.
Daniel stood in the doorway and watched them divest their outer layers leaving t-shirts and shorts and socks on.
"Right or left?"
"I'll," Carter paused and let out her own yawn, "take the left."
"Oh."
She blinked at him, "Would you rather have the left?"
"No, no," he gestured expansively, "You take the left, I don't mind."
She closed her eyes. "Jack. You take the left, I really don't care."
"You chose it first--"
"Jack!" Daniel snapped from the doorway. "Just take the damned side of the bed and go to sleep!"
"Fine."
"You're sulking," Sam informed him as she climbed in on the other side.
"Shut up and c'mere."
"Yes, sir."
"Carter--"
"Good night, Jack."
The hand was back under his shirt, her head pillowed on his shoulder. "Do you drool?"
"Yes. Now go to sleep."
Daniel eyed them a moment longer, then left. His own bed was calling, and he really didn't want to think about the morning.
Really.
-f-
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"What, Daniel?"
"Wouldn't a bed be more comfortable?"
"Can I keep my hand up Jack's shirt?"
Bwahahaha! Oh, I so shouldn't have read this at work! lol. Thanks, hon. I needed a pick me up. :)
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"Yes. Now go to sleep."
*giggles* Bwah, they're cute when drunk. *hugs them*
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And. Maybe. Dunno yet.
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*pokes at porn*
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"Porn! Porn! There's our man! If he can't do it no one can! Goooo, PORN!"
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*giggles* *cuddles*
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*waits impatienty*
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Heh. At least she gets some gropage in her sleep. I wonder if that's something she perfected offworld?
*cuddles the fluffy fic*
I will be posting locker room porn...
*runs to read*
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Thanks. ;)
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BWAH!
"You're sulking," Sam informed him as she climbed in on the other side.
"Shut up and c'mere."
"Yes, sir."
Awww.
So much fun!
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(they are all, like, 12 in my head...)
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Why are you so good at this? You continue to ASTONISH me, damnit! <3
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Can we put the babies up for adoption?
And this one? Is SO my roommate's fault. Complete down to Gambit sitting on the roof (wait, that might have been me). And the Antarctica line, and the plaintive "Jack? I wanna come down now..."
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NO! I would KEEP THEM and treasure them and teach them to write UBERSMUT.
(>_<)
lol
I am officially a fangirl of your roommate now. Yay Gambit. Yay Rogue. Such cuteness.
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Ah. *considers* Wouldn't it be kind of weird to read smut your kids write?
Heh. I will pass that on. (she is to blame for a lot of the snarky fluff I write...)
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Erm. Not as cranky as that sounds...