"One Night On P3X595" By Lola

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TITLE: One night on P3X595

AUTHOR: Lola

RATING: PG-13

DISCLAIMER: Stargate SG-1 and its characters belong to MGM, Gekko Corp and Double Secret Productions. This fan fiction was created solely for entertainment purposes and no money was made from it. Also, no copyright or trademark infringement was intended. Any similarity to real persons, alive or dead, is coincidental.

SUMMARY: Answer to fanfic challenge about what really happened on P3X595. 1/1

SPOILERS: None

RELATIONSHIP: Sam & Jack

DISTRIBUTION: Please ask before archiving.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is my first attempt at writing fanfic of any kind. Sorry if it sucks. Comments welcome, but please go gently. Here goes.

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It was just like many of the other planets SG-1 had visited before Jack thought. Trees, meadows, rivers and people who were not technologically advanced enough to help them against the Goa'uld. The kind of planet Jackson and Carter loved to spend time on, learning all about the culture. P3X595 had nothing to recommend itself to Jack. Sure the natives were nice. This was, after all, some party they were throwing, but enough was enough. A person could only take so much bowing and scraping and culture. He couldn't wait until tomorrow when they would return to SGC. But now it was about time to head back to base camp. Daniel and Teal'c were right next to him, but Carter had wandered off. Catching his teammates' eyes, he rose from the table and they followed suit. Daniel looking like he wanted to stay.

"We should find Carter" Jack told the others.

"I think she headed off this way", Daniel said pointing to the left.

So Jack followed by Teal'c and a less than enthusiastic Daniel went to the left, in search of Carter. Before long they found her seated at a table. She was playing the natives' version of quarters. They were drinking the green drink that Daniel had dubbed "The Green Death" the morning after his first experience with it. Carter was so into the game that she didn't even notice their presence.

"Man, it's hot!" Carter complained. She then took off her jacket.

Her hands were going to the hem of her shirt when Jack said, "It's not that hot, Carter."

She looked at him for a moment and said, "No?"

"No!" Replied Jack and Daniel at the same time.

Just then the village leader came up to Daniel. They started talking.

"Okay", she responded. "These are my teammates." She stated in a happy singsong voice. "Hey, do you guys want to join in? I'm having a great time. It'd be so much fun!"

"No," Jack answered. "We need to get back to camp."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Oh, good! You can sit next to me." Sam said, misunderstanding his yes. She reached for her drink with an unsteady hand.

"We're going back to base camp, Carter." Jack responded.

"But we were just in the middle of a game. And I haven't finished my drink, yet." Her voice far from sober.

"I think you've had enough to drink."

"I don't." At which point she picked up her drink unsteadily, and chugged it in one gulp.

"All right, Carter, you've finished you drink, time to go to back to camp." Jack said, getting irritated.

"Well if you going to be that way, " Carter started.

"I am." Jack said cutting off the rest of whatever she was going to say. Then putting his hands under her elbows lifted her to a standing position.

Sam almost tripped as she tried to step over the bench. Jack reached out a hand to steady her. Sam glared at him ad huffed "I have not had too much and I am NOT drunk."

"Of course not, Carter." Jack replied sarcastically.

By this time Daniel and the Village leader were deep in discussion. Jack figured he was going to have enough to deal with, with a drunken Carter, without listening to a complaining archeologist all the way back to the camp. "Teal'c, stay with Daniel and make sure he gets back to camp." Teal'c nodded.

Sam started walking. "Hey, Carter. The tents are the other way." Jack mentioned helpfully with a trace of laughter in his tone.

"I knew that!" Sam replied, turning to go in the other direction. Not at all amused.

They walk together in silence passing the edge of the village on their way to the meadow where they were camped, the sun just starting to set. It would be totally dark in another hour or two. They continued on for a little while. When Sam looking off to her left noticed a brook with butterflies fluttering above it about three hundred yards away.

"Look" she pointed.

While Jack took a look at what she was pointing at Sam ran over to the brook. She was splashing and twirling in it, chasing butterflies. Having a wonderful time. Jack watched her for a short time, realizing for the first time just how beautiful Sam was. She had left the brook and was dancing about the meadow. He could almost imagine her as a little girl in ballet class, not that Sam would ever admit to any of them if she had taken ballet. With some regret for breaking the spell, Jack called to her "Sam, it will be dark soon. We need to get back to camp."

She looked at him for a moment, then sat down were she was and proceeded to remove her boots. When she was finished she tied the laces together and threw ne over her shoulder. She then stood up, slightly unsteadily, and wandered back to where Jack was standing. When she reached him, she said, "My boots are all wet." Sounding somewhat bewildered at how they got to be in that state and still very tipsy.

"Come on." Jack said, inclining his head in the direction that they should continue in.

They continued in a companionable silence. When they reached camp, Jack followed Sam into her tent. He wanted to make sure she actually made it into her sleeping bag. She sat down on her sleeping bag but then didn't seem inclined to move again. "My feet are cold." She complained.

Jack sat down and removed her wet socks from her feet. "There you go."

She looked at him quizzically and asked, "Are you going to tuck me in too?"

What the hell, he thought and replied "Sure."

Sam got into her sleeping bag. Jack proceeded to tuck her in. He was turning to leave when Sam said plaintively "No good night kiss?"

"Carter..."

"But you're supposed to give a good night kiss when you tuck someone in. Dad always kissed my forehead and my nose." Sam cut him off, sounding for all the world like a forlorn 9-year-old. And looking like one too, her hair all tousled and her blue eyes very huge.

What harm could it do, Jack thought? "Just this once," he said.

He leaned over her and kissed her forehead. Then went to kiss her nose, at which point Sam tipped her head back slightly. Their lips met. The contact was electric. Her hands moved to the back of his head, fingers running through his close cropped hair, pulling him closer. He deepened the kiss, his tongue slipping between her lips. Allowing him to taste her, finally as he had been longing to do since he saw her dancing in the meadow. He leaned close to her. Half laying on her, half on the ground. He wanted to be closer, much, much closer. One of his hands slipped behind her head as the other found the bottom of her shirt. His hand slipped under her shirt to the bare skin of her stomach, then traveled further up to her breast. He molded her breast in his palm; no woman had ever felt so soft, so right to him before. They broke apart gaping for breath only to have their lips meet again and again.

"Samantha," Jack breathed his voice unsteadily and heavy with desire. He couldn't seem to touch enough of her.

Suddenly there was a loud noise outside, some wild animal howling in the distance. It caused Jack to regain his senses. He pulled away and stared down at her for countless minutes. Her eyes were closed and her breathing ragged, then slowed. He caressed her face gently then re-tucked her in. "Good night, Sam" he said, his voice still ragged with desire.

She murmured "Night, Jack," more asleep than awake. Jack quietly left her tent.

He stood outside breathing deeply for a long while. He wished for something to do. Anything to do. Anything to keep his mind off of Sam and what harm a good night kiss could in fact do.

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The End.

Sometimes the Universe requires a change of perspective - Delenn