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for Liz....
who requested booze and good fic. This is... cut-rate fic, and I have no booze.
untitled and unfinished and contains spoilers for SG-1 season 7.
"You did what?!"
It had seemed like a good idea at the time. Cement trade relations. Insure that the two peoples would be amicable in their agreements.
"Well, sir..."
She was amused at the way he seemed to hedge, shifting from foot to foot. Colonel Jack O'Neill: The Indecisive was a new side to this man. Of course, she wouldn't want to be in his shoes for all the money--
"Ask Carter. She brokered the deal."
--in China. She was going to kill him.
"General. Sir." She straightened her shoulders and met his eyes, refusing to acknowledge any emotions he had in his (because then she might turn tail and run), "In accordance with Minurian Law Colonel O'Neill and I were married last night. There ceremony is binding on P2X-213."
"And Earth?" The General's voice was mild. This didn't bode well.
"I--they assume that it does, sir."
Careful, careful, Sam. Don't let on that for all of ten seconds (ok, twenty) you fantasized about being married (for real) to Jack O'Neill.
"And you allowed this, Colonel?"
"Well, Carter seemed to think they wouldn't have closed the deal without it, sir."
"Is this true, Major?"
"Yes. When Daniel returns with the signed documents and affadavits, you can ask him. It's all," she waved a hand (and almost hit Jack, because this whole hand-waving thing was his fault), "Cultural Significance. Or something."
"Mhm. And meanwhile, any contact between our two planets must include the information that you two are now married." Oh, he was angry. He just obviously hadn't worked up to a full-throated yell. Yet. Sam didn't think she wanted to hear it. "And what am I supposed to tell the president?"
"That this is a damned finer thing than some of the crap I've done for this country."
"Colonel, I don't think you realize the seriousness of marrying your second in command--"
"On another world, sir. It's not binding--"
"Actually, Major, it is. Dr. Jackson's wedding was binding and from my understanding he didn't even have a ceremony."
Binding. She hadn't wanted it to be. Not here and now or like this. She couldn't, for the moment, see her future anymore. "I suppose this means I'm not making General." Her voice was soft.
"Sorry, Carter."
Hammond looked at them and sighed, "I need to talk to the President. I'm not sure there's any precedent for how to deal with this sort of situation."
"Thank you, sir."
"Don't, son. Just--" Hammond was glaring again. "Get out of my office and get your post-mission checkups."
They left, both silent.
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"We could get divorced."
Sam was toying with her food, seated across from Jack in the cafeteria. Lunch was meatloaf and french fries. She kept dipping a green bean into her ketchup and then dabbling the sauce over the meat. Jack wasn't doing any better at actually eating, although he did occasionally steal a fry.
"I don't think it'll work. As soon as this gets out--"
"Yeah." She didn't want to hear what this would do to her career. Gossip was a wonderful thing. So was innuendo, and the ability to block an officer's future advancements on suspicion of favoritism. If she were lucky, she'd (maybe) make Lieutenant Colonel. If she wasn't... well, dishonorable discharge didn't seem that bad yet. Maybe that was simply the numbness speaking.
"Carter, I'm--"
"Daniel tried to warn us," she said softly, knowing he hated being interrupted, but she didn't want him to apologize. This was both their faults, and she wasn't letting him take all the blame.
It was ironic, really. Two years of locking it all in the room and an accidental marriage was going to destroy them more thoroughly than their emotions. If they still had them.
"Yeah. Next time, he should knock me out and insist on no one getting married."
"We need this treaty, sir." Anubis was still out there, and he seemed to be growing stronger, if the rebel jaffa reports were correct. They might have smashed his planet-killing weapon, but he was still bound and determined (and using Ancient technology) to rule the galaxy as a God.
The God.
And that didn't even cover the people on Earth who would like to destroy the SGC. Kinsey currently had his hands tied, but the NID were always nosing around, and the election was sure to change things. She could only hope that Kinsey's running mate was smarter. Or that they lost.
"Yeah." He reached over and caught the hand that was toying with the green bean. "Carter?"
"Hrm?"
"I don't..."
She looked up and met his eyes. "I don't, either."
A slight smile tipped the side of his lips. "Good."
Not really having a clue what they had just said (although she hoped it was "I don't regret this"), Sam looked back down at her lunch. She made a face. "I need to get back to my lab."
"I'll walk you there."
They stood and took their trays and left. And Sam wondered if this really wouldn't change things.
-tbc-
untitled and unfinished and contains spoilers for SG-1 season 7.
"You did what?!"
It had seemed like a good idea at the time. Cement trade relations. Insure that the two peoples would be amicable in their agreements.
"Well, sir..."
She was amused at the way he seemed to hedge, shifting from foot to foot. Colonel Jack O'Neill: The Indecisive was a new side to this man. Of course, she wouldn't want to be in his shoes for all the money--
"Ask Carter. She brokered the deal."
--in China. She was going to kill him.
"General. Sir." She straightened her shoulders and met his eyes, refusing to acknowledge any emotions he had in his (because then she might turn tail and run), "In accordance with Minurian Law Colonel O'Neill and I were married last night. There ceremony is binding on P2X-213."
"And Earth?" The General's voice was mild. This didn't bode well.
"I--they assume that it does, sir."
Careful, careful, Sam. Don't let on that for all of ten seconds (ok, twenty) you fantasized about being married (for real) to Jack O'Neill.
"And you allowed this, Colonel?"
"Well, Carter seemed to think they wouldn't have closed the deal without it, sir."
"Is this true, Major?"
"Yes. When Daniel returns with the signed documents and affadavits, you can ask him. It's all," she waved a hand (and almost hit Jack, because this whole hand-waving thing was his fault), "Cultural Significance. Or something."
"Mhm. And meanwhile, any contact between our two planets must include the information that you two are now married." Oh, he was angry. He just obviously hadn't worked up to a full-throated yell. Yet. Sam didn't think she wanted to hear it. "And what am I supposed to tell the president?"
"That this is a damned finer thing than some of the crap I've done for this country."
"Colonel, I don't think you realize the seriousness of marrying your second in command--"
"On another world, sir. It's not binding--"
"Actually, Major, it is. Dr. Jackson's wedding was binding and from my understanding he didn't even have a ceremony."
Binding. She hadn't wanted it to be. Not here and now or like this. She couldn't, for the moment, see her future anymore. "I suppose this means I'm not making General." Her voice was soft.
"Sorry, Carter."
Hammond looked at them and sighed, "I need to talk to the President. I'm not sure there's any precedent for how to deal with this sort of situation."
"Thank you, sir."
"Don't, son. Just--" Hammond was glaring again. "Get out of my office and get your post-mission checkups."
They left, both silent.
-
"We could get divorced."
Sam was toying with her food, seated across from Jack in the cafeteria. Lunch was meatloaf and french fries. She kept dipping a green bean into her ketchup and then dabbling the sauce over the meat. Jack wasn't doing any better at actually eating, although he did occasionally steal a fry.
"I don't think it'll work. As soon as this gets out--"
"Yeah." She didn't want to hear what this would do to her career. Gossip was a wonderful thing. So was innuendo, and the ability to block an officer's future advancements on suspicion of favoritism. If she were lucky, she'd (maybe) make Lieutenant Colonel. If she wasn't... well, dishonorable discharge didn't seem that bad yet. Maybe that was simply the numbness speaking.
"Carter, I'm--"
"Daniel tried to warn us," she said softly, knowing he hated being interrupted, but she didn't want him to apologize. This was both their faults, and she wasn't letting him take all the blame.
It was ironic, really. Two years of locking it all in the room and an accidental marriage was going to destroy them more thoroughly than their emotions. If they still had them.
"Yeah. Next time, he should knock me out and insist on no one getting married."
"We need this treaty, sir." Anubis was still out there, and he seemed to be growing stronger, if the rebel jaffa reports were correct. They might have smashed his planet-killing weapon, but he was still bound and determined (and using Ancient technology) to rule the galaxy as a God.
The God.
And that didn't even cover the people on Earth who would like to destroy the SGC. Kinsey currently had his hands tied, but the NID were always nosing around, and the election was sure to change things. She could only hope that Kinsey's running mate was smarter. Or that they lost.
"Yeah." He reached over and caught the hand that was toying with the green bean. "Carter?"
"Hrm?"
"I don't..."
She looked up and met his eyes. "I don't, either."
A slight smile tipped the side of his lips. "Good."
Not really having a clue what they had just said (although she hoped it was "I don't regret this"), Sam looked back down at her lunch. She made a face. "I need to get back to my lab."
"I'll walk you there."
They stood and took their trays and left. And Sam wondered if this really wouldn't change things.
-tbc-
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god.
yay.
(very firefly-esque, lol! ::snerk::)
oy.
Mark: "Hey, Sam, I have this really great friend I want to introduce to you."
Sam: "Oh?"
"Yeah, he's a cop but he's a dreamboat, I promise."
"A dreamboat cop. Mark, you're setting me up with a dreamboat cop."
"I've told him a lot about you, he's totally interested in meeting you."
...
"Come on, Sam, it'll be fun."
"Mark?...I..."
"What is it....oh god, i'm too late, aren't I?"
"Yeah...uh...it's complicated."
"So you have an alien boyfriend, right?"
"...no, actually I'm married."
"..."
"Mark...MARK."
"Samantha Violet Carter."
"Maaarrrrrk?"
"You are not married."
"Well...um..."
Jack: ::quietly:: "who is it?"
Sam: ::words 'mark!'::
M: "Sam. Does Dad know?"
::jack nibbles on sam's other ear::
S: "Oh god, no...he doesn't...ummm..."
M: "...."
S: "Mark, it's not what you think..um, I gotta call you back."
::click::
Sam: "Jesus, he was trying to set me up with some loser cop."
Jack: "Mah wyfuh aint gohnnah see no-ah cawp, ya her me?"
Sam: "I'm not...really...your wife...oh god, keep doing that..."
Jack: "Wasn't planning on stopping..."
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*giggles* Poor Hammond.
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"I'm not...oh, god."
"Can I carry you over the threshold?"
"No."
"Can I help you...uh...simulate stuff, or...god."
::awkward silence::
"So."
"So."
"Well."
"...do we get a honeymoon?"
"No."
"Will you be O'Neill or Carter-O'Neill now?"
"Jack."
"And I think we'll need to buy a new house together as yours is too girly and mine is way too boyish for you."
"Jaaack..."
"And the first thing we do this weekend? Is Fishing."
"The first thing."
"Yeah, since we'll get this bit over now."
"Jack, you're closing the door."
"Sam, come on. It's the best excuse in the world. We're MARRIED, for crying out loud."
"I kinda noticed."
"C'mere."
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"Can I carry you over the threshold?"
"No."
Bwah!
"Can I help you...uh...simulate stuff, or...god."
I actually read "stimulate". *snerks*
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That's in Window of Opportunity in the best of subtexty ways, "Go. Simulate."
;)
Yay.
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Dude, that Carrie-Anne Moss one is pretty hot too.
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Too bad she's a VACANT BINT of a woman in real life.
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Vacant bint?
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Amanda did until she was all "Sam needs to get more girlie!"
Lucy Lawless got it. Kinda.
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