"Breach Of Protocol" by E M Walker

Title:* BREACH OF PROTOCOL

Author:*E. M. Walker

Category: Sam and Jack romance

Rating:* R--ADULT

Season/Sequel Info: Any and all seasons might be referred to.

Spoilers:"EMANCIPATION"

Archive:* Yes, my permission to archive, others please ask.

Summary:*Daniel Jackson starts a rumor accidentally about Jack O'Neil and Samantha Carter, but just how close is he to the truth?

Authors Notes: The challenge is to bring Sam and Jack together, no one dies, no one gets exiled on a planet. It has to be different.

Disclaimer:* All publicly recognisable characters and places are the property of MGM, World Gekko Corp and Double Secret Productions. This piece of fan fiction was created for entertainment not monetary purposes and no infringement on copyrights or trademarks was intended. Previously unrecognised characters and places, and this story, are copyrighted to the author. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

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The first person to become involve in this was Daniel Jackson, and only because as a civilian, most loose lips became looser around him. Often, Daniel felt like the proverbial fly on the wall as gossip whipped around him at the speed of lightening. Most gossip was juicy, who was making out with who, who's having an affair, who got found out and is now paying hell over it.

But this last piece of juicy morsel being emblished was a foot that Daniel had put in his mouth, totally unintended and misinterpreted. In other words, Daniel's lips sorta tripped ahead of his brain. It all started with a mix of SG teams, in the lounge room, discussing some of the missions they had been on . Some had been dangerous and others had been halarious. After someone in the group mention how their Captain almost got hitch to a village girl on this planet, by accepting a gift from her father, Daniel added some anthropological information about how different societies have marriage customs which are reflected in some of the SG planets they had gone to. Daniel went on to say that on Simarka, home of the Shavadai, the men traded goods for wives. The first wife of a man, previously unmarried, had a six day wedding celebration. All wives "aquired" after that did not get a formal wedding.

"Well, let me get this straight, Dr. Jackson," asked one of the SG team airman,"Wasn't Captain Carter kidnapped and traded to this other chieftain?"

"Uh...Yes"

"Didn't Colonel O'Neil trade something for her?" the airman continued.

"Yeah," said another in the group,"It was a side arm...a gun...right Dr. Jackson?"

"Well...yes, but let me explain..."said Daniel, starting to see where this car wreck was going.

Then another airman added,"You're right! That means that Colonel O'Neil married Captain Carter."

"Not only that", interjected the first airman, "Captain Carter is twice married. Yeah, see, first to that chieftain and later to the Colonel!"

"What would have happen to Captain Carter if she had stayed over night with that chieftain that bought her?" asked another in the group.

Then Daniel, walking can of lighter fluid that he didn't know he was, said, " Well, the chieftain we camped with said that...that... uh...something about purchase and partaking...but this is not..."

"She'd have to sleep with him, right?" someone else interrupted, Daniel; and armed the gossip bomb.

"No wonder Colonel wanted to get his Captain out of there, I wouldn't want anyone taking something I have an eye on." a slightly, raunchy leer was shared between airmen.

Daniel tried desperately to interject something...anything to derail this mess he had inadvertenly created.

"Hell! If I was the Colonel, I couldn't do better getting me a wife like Captain Carter, for a handgun." someone else joked. The timer was set on the gossip bomb, detonating at any moment.

"Guys!" pleaded Daniel desperately, "Ransom was the word I was looking for. Captain Carter was ransomed... "

Just then, the P.A. system blared, "SG teams 3, 4, and 9, please report to your respective Colonels..."

Whatever else was announced, Daniel Jackson didn't hear. The lounge emptied out like bats out of Carlsbad, leaving Daniel holding his glasses with one hand and pinching, and massaging the bridge of his nose, with the other. He felt a heat wave flash through him, and was sure he looked red, he certainly felt red with blushing. Oh dear, when the quano hits the fan, and it will as surely as enthropy exists in the universe, I think Jack is going to make sure I'm standing at the epicenter getting all of it on my face, thought Daniel. Should I wait for Jack or Sam to shoot me, or should I bite the bullet myself. Daniel burst out laughing at his sick humor, who am I kidding, I hate pain, especially my pain. Daniel winch as surely as if Jack O'Neil had landed a one, two punch on him.

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The next three weeks went by quickly for Jack, Sam, Daniel, and Teal'C, as they went on a search from SG planet to planet looking for Naquada ore. Mining companies had shown a lot of interest in mining and developing it, aside from the enormous profit to be made from government contracts. This last world looked like a possibly good candidate, but now Sam Carter wanted to run the tests herself, hoping that it wouldn't be another dead end.

Meanwhile, Daniel was discovering the unrelenting machinery of gossip he had unintendedly fueled, to be blazing hot with speculation over Colonel O'Neil and Captain Carter. Many on the base eyed Colonel O'Neil or Captain Carter, speculatively, looking for any unusual mannerisms that might mean something else. Was O'Neil really adjusting that stap on Carter's back pack for balance or just an excuse to touch her. Was Carter conferring with O'Neil over orders or was she really whispering something luscious in his ear...anyone notice that he looked at her when she wasn't looking or that she looked at him when he wasn't looking.

Often Daniel itched to set the record straight, but he feared that if he set it any straighter, he'd have to change his name to "Dr. Crooked man in Crooked house". Jack and Sam while totally oblivious to what was going on around them, couldn't help feeling that something was off at the base. People were friendly, sure, as usual, but Jack caught someone now and then looking away suddenly from him as if secretive of something. He'd walk into the base lounge for a cup of coffee, only to hear all conversation come to a halt, as he walked to the coffee maker.

"Whaat! At ease guys, we're on break here, right?" Jack looked around at all the faces looking at him. Suddenly the room burst into conversations about the weather, the football scores, etc. Nothing remotely familiar to regular lounge gossips. Wouldn't be surprise if its a room full of body snatching pod people thought Jack as he left the lounge, feeling eyes lasered into his back. Well, back to reports, reports, endless reports gloomed Jack to himself.

Sam was lost in the lab section of the base surrounded by centrifuges and distilling equiptment, trying to measure the quality and quantity if any, of Naquada in the ore samples. Daniel worked with her, too, although some procedures were not quite familiar to him, but knowing his way around this lab and others, he knew how to run tests.

Well, if he couldn't tell Jack, he felt honor bound somehow to tell Sam who was a friend, surrogate sister and hopefully wouldn't hurt him as much as Jack, if he told her about the gossip. Sam stirred a glass tube filled with sediments, with a glass pipe stem, then proceeded to get the spectrometer ready to check this bit of ore sample.

"Uh...Sam, have you noticed anything unsual here on base?"

"Like what Daniel?", Sam timed the spectrometer and turned to face Daniel.

"Oh, ...people acting strange when you're around?" asked Daniel.

"What people? I've been here for most of this week, till night shift. I haven't had a chance to even say 'hi' to Janet." explained Sam. Dr. Janet Fraiser and Sam Carter often spend time gossiping and catching up on the day's events. But Sam just hadn't had time with all this sampling and testing to be done.

"Sam, there's...uh...there's a rumor going round," Daniel stood still, pensively looking at the wall covered with charts on the elements, then he took off his glasses, maybe if Sam's face looked a bit blurry, he wouldn't see the anger or outrage on her face.

"Daniel?"

"Uh...yes, the rumor. Well, the rumor has it that you and Jack are... an item, you know... close to each other in a way... more than Colonel and Captain or as a team member...should be." Daniel looked at blurry Sam, coward that he felt right now for not donning his glasses, but the outrage in her voice spoke volumes.

"Daniel!!!"

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"WHHHAT!" bellowed Jack to Dr. Janet Fraiser, one floor above from the one Daniel was confessing to Sam. "Who is it? Doc, I promise not to bust him or her too much, you'll have something left to bandage."threatened Jack O'Neil.

"I don't know who it was and it doesn't matter, Jack, its been round and round so many times, no telling what is true or not." Janet Fraiser knew that dangerous, gung-ho, hell-for-leather I don't care look, in Jack's eyes. She'd have to do a lot of talking to calm him down or there'd be a lot of holes punched into walls, on this floor.

"I know and you know and Sam knows that its not true. Its more important to act normal, not go off like you feel right now." said Janet

"Doc, I *know* how the guys think. I'm one of them, remember?" Jack paced to the door and turned back pacing restlessly. "They're going to think raunchy, Hell, I don't care what they think of me; but Sam still has another ten or fifteen years in her career and this could damage her chances of advancement."

"You're blowing this all out of proportion..." at this moment, Sam and Daniel entered the medical lab.

Judging from the glowering look on Jack's face; Sam and Daniel knew the cat was out of the bag. Time to fess up and die ingloriously, thought Daniel to himself. Well, he really hadn't done anything to start this rumor. The other members of other SG teams just jumped to conclusions...did I say jumped...more like worm holed into conclusions.

"Colonel", said Sam, "Daniel says that he might know how the rumor got started."

"Well..." Jack gestured, then crossed his arms across his chest.

"Well," Daniel licked his upper lip and frantically thought how to start in such a way that Jack wouldn't glower at him, so.

"I'm waiting..."

"Uh...yes...how it started. Well, I was in the lounge drinking coffee when some of the other SG team members came in to wind down. And---and one thing led to another, and we began to discuss adventures and misadventures on planets."

Jack was glowering and looking like any moment Daniel would get a quick raging shake. So, moving along quickly, Daniel picked up the pace of his story, as he also moved out of Jack's arm reach.

"Someone on SG 3 mentioned that their Captain almost married a native because he was going to receive a gift from the maiden's father." recalled Daniel.

"Then, I mentioned about different societies and their customs and how it's reflected in many of the cultures we've visited."

"Dan--iel. I'm getting grey here. Could you pick up the pace a bit?"

"Right."---I wonder if he'd hit me if I keep my glasses on? "Then I mentioned Simarka and their customs being so similar to the Monguls of China on marriage and trade..."----ouch, I just know its going to hurt...maybe I should take my glasses off, I'll have to buy a new pair, knowing Jack. "Then someone unfortunately...remembered Sam's kidnapping. Well, its not like a secret, right? Anyone with clearance can read those reports and they are open to all SG teams...for information...you know?"

"What else, Daniel?" Sam's usually clear blue eyes turned dark saphaire blue as she held his light blue eyes, drilling into his, actually. Daniel broke the stare, guess that makes me lower than an omega male in this pecking order, and let out a sigh.

Jack was starting to rock on his feet...bad sign, better get on with the story.

"One of the airmen asked if you traded a side arm for Sam and I said yes, then they all put one and one together and the rest... is gossip, as they say." Daniel had that winching look that meant he expected a blow.

Ohhhhh Danny boy!, don't tempt me, the way I feel right now...I might do more than give you a punch, considered Jack. Oh----- hell, no use being mad at Daniel, he's academic, ask him a question and he kicks in his professor mode right down to footnote and addendum. Can't help it, must a been born with a book in his hand.

"It wouldn't have been gossip, Daniel if you hadn't *clarified*," Jack made the quotation marks with his fingers in the air, "that's when it all went to hell, right?" Jack walked away from Daniel, Janet, and Sam, to Janet's desk, and rapped it on the surface, with his knuckles. He nodded his head, bitting his lower lip, as if coming to a decision.

"Ok, Colonel", Sam gave her blond head a nod, "The way I see it, if we act professional, like there's nothing to hide, then this will blow over."

"Oh, you think?"

"Of course," added Janet, "People only gossip if there's something to gossip about. Nothing kills gossip better than the truth."

"Sure, and the two of you are very professional, disciplined people," shrugged Daniel, putting his glasses back on, "Everyone will see that there's no smoke and therefore no fire. End of gossip and speculation."

"I concur Colonel", reaffirmed Sam again, nodding her head, serious earnest look on her face.

"Well, I hope its as easy as that." Jack walked to the door and opened it. Nodding his head, said "All business, nothing else, okay?"

"Yes", Sam.

"Sure", Janet.

"Nothing but", Daniel.

All in the room in total agreement.

Bad day, no I take that back, bad days ahead thought Jack as he left the room of hopeful nodders.

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It was not often that Teal'C talked to General Hammond, and usually in the company of SG 1, rarely alone. Today, he had received a summons, one that somehow made him feel as if he was reporting to Apophis, himself, strange feeling.

Upon entering the General's office, Hammond bit him to be at ease and take a seat. Teal'C, more comfortable standing than sitting, sat, if only to put the General at ease.

"Teal'C, you have an eye for things that are out of the ordinary, don't you?" queried Hammond.

Earth or Tau'ri language, as Apophis so often called Earth, was difficult in the best of times to understand, now perhaps it was the worst of times.

"I do not understand what you mean General Hammond."

"Well, Teal'C, if something that was not ..." here General Hammond had to be careful, both in what he asked and how he asked it. "...Let me see. Have you noticed any changes in Carter or O'Neil...or Dr. Jackson." He added the last just for appearance sake. Hammond was more interested in O'Neil and Carter's behavior.

"No one has changed, General Hammond, everyone is the same." Teal'C raised an eyebrow, perplexed.

"Do Colonel O'Neil and Captain Carter work well together?" General Hammon lean toward the front of his arm chair, placing both elbows flat on top of his desk, littered with papers from an open folder.

"Colonel O'Neil and Captain Carter have always worked well together." replied Teal'C face stern, unemotional.

"Ahhhh. That's good to hear, Teal'C. Well, should Colonel O'Neil act strange or Captain Carter, you'll tell me?" General Hammond felt like a busybody, trying to pump the latest gossip from a turnip... Teal'C.

"Do you mean if Doctor Daniel Jackson or Colonel Jack O'Neil should act as if in the power of Hathor, then I should report it to you?" quiered Teal'C.

"Yes! Exactly!" nodded General Hammond.

"Would you not act as if you were in the power of Hathor, also?" Teal'C raised an eyebrow again looking at General Hammond.

"Never mind Teal'C. Doesn't matter." talk about a turnip, thought Hammond.

"Should I see something not ...common... from Colonel O'Neil or Captain Carter or Daniel Jackson...I will tell you."

"Thank you Teal'C." Hammond stood up and dismissed Teal'C with a nod of his head.

Teal'C left, more perplex than before. This language was very strange.

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The following month was Hell, heck probably worst than Hell. Jack and Sam did everything possible to be neutral, formal to each other. The only time Jack and Sam were comfortable were on the SG planets they wormed holed to, to evaluate cultures, minerals, historical artifacts. And because it was the only time they were comfortable, their guard down, relaxed, that things can happen.

Daniel and Sam were beside themselves with *old* rocks and Teal'C remain stoic and ever alert. I'm getting to like being off world more than back home...bad, bad, bad, thought Jack. He scanned the horizon, shrubs, grass like plants, small trees, a couple of ruins, just like the one in Mexico City. What was it called? Something about a serpent god and a donut eyed god, probably the founder of Dunkin Donuts, or something.

He moved closer to where Daniel and Sam were. She had taken her hat off and folded it, stuffing it in one of her cargo pants pocket. Her hair shone in the sun, like corn silk and her concentration on a piece of artifact was total. She gentlely brushed it with a brush she carried, for dusting off dirt on rocks and things. Lovingly held it in her hand, fine tappered fingers cradled it as she gazed at it raptly. Big simile on her lips as she looked down into her hands. Must be something to command that kind of attention, all to yourself, to be cradled and caresssss...

Whoa...breathe Jack!, get out of the sun...don't go there!. What was I thinking? Jack felt both guilty, and bothered...oh yeah,...bothered. Too much stress back home that's it...gotta be it.

Sam looked up and saw Jack just seven meters off to her right, about 21 feet, give or take. He was ever vigilant, scanning the local area, much like an eagle looking for prey or enemy. Shoulder stap loosely on his shoulder, his weapon at hand. Ever the soldier. She tucked the small round statue away in a back pack compartment. Daniel was doing the same with other stone pieces; taking pictures with his camera, like some happy tourist on a holiday. Jack turned, giving his back to her. Nice broad shoulders, tappered hips, straight legs and his backside was nice... and tight. Jack did a complete turn facing her again, giving her a grin. Sam nodded in return and looked down to the ground quickly. What am I doing? Looking at my superior officer as if he was a potential *stud*, holy Hannah, snap out of it Sam! She knew her face must be red from blushing.

Daniel saw Sam's red cheeks and flushed complexion. "Sam, you've been out in the sun too long. Let's rest in the shade before we head back to the gate."

"What's the matter Daniel?" Jack saw them sitting in the shade of a wall from the old ruin.

"Sam's just a bit flushed from the heat"

"Is that so?"

"Yes, sir, I be just fine. Give me a moment to cool down." Sam kept looking down hoping Jack wouldn't notice.

"Let's see" Jack raised her head, putting two fingers under her chin. For the first time, actually, the second time, Jack noticed how beautiful a complexion Sam had. Sorta peach and pink, flawless. Eyes as blue as a bright summer sky, endless horizons...

Jack cleared his throat, "Well, we'll have to close shop here and start heading back. Take five and then we'll hike back to the gate."

Sam's chin burned where he touched her, it was all in her imagination, of course. But just for a moment his intense brown eyes concentrated on her, such intensity, as if scrutinizing some new weapon or useful tool that he'd love to get his hands on...on...ooo...boy...breathe or you'll blackout and have to be carried through the gate. Imagine having to tell Janet, while she examined her why she blacked out.

'Oh, I was giving the Colonel a head to toe stud appraisal and swooned when he touched me and looked into my eyes,' imagined Sam. She shook her head, reached down into her cargo pants pocket and pulled out her hat, unfolding it, she jammed in on her head.

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Please have mercy!...I'm not walking behind her again. Jack tried not to look at Sam's backside as she shifted those hips slightly. I mean, really, no one is sexy in combat boots and baggy fatigues, geta grip on your libido, he scolded himself. Sam picked that moment to stop and shift her back pack to a more comfortable spot in the small of her back, giving those sweet little hips a sway from side to side until she was comfortable with the pack. Somebody, just shoot me now, and get it over with...sighed Jack.

All the way to the gate, Sam felt like she was under scrutiny, but from whom? Certainly not Colonel O'Niel, he seemed far too interested in scanning the horizon more than anything else. Teal'C was scanning ahead and the sides, and Daniel was filled with energy, expounding upon the significance of the small female figurines and their similarity to early Mezopotamian art and statuary. What Daniel was saying just didn't seem to penetrate into her brain, just that laser sight feeling from behind.

"Okay Daniel, dial us home" said Jack, "wave good-bye to this place."

"I'd love to be here with a team of archeologists and anthropologist in the

future" enthused Daniel.

"Later, Daniel, later, dial" reminded Jack.

One by one, each walked into the watery surface of the Stargate and finally the surface winked out.

At the other end Daniel, Sam, at front, appeared, Jack at center and Teal'C

at the rear holding his staff weapon. As each member disappeared to change and get ready for debriefing with General Hammond, only Daniel could be heard talking and talking.

Teal'C remain on the ramp, the last to leave. It wasn't anything unusual, that caught his attention, just a feeling, a sense of tension, but not from Daniel Jackson, no, it seemed to surround Jack O'Neil and Sam Carter.

The debriefing went fine, Daniel excited about the new archeological finds, high recommandations for future visits. Jack couldn't tell if there were any natives, because the area appeared deserted. Sam in agreement with Daniel, Teal'C silent. No he didn't know that particular planet. Finally, the debriefing was at an end, wind down time, relax, take it easy...not in this life time.

If there's a Hell, its here on earth, and I'm living it, thought Jack and Sam simultaneously.

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It isn't major things that tripped you up, no, it was the small gestures, the profile, a look.

Sometimes, Jack would casually pass by the lab, now housing the figurines and other artifacts. He'd see Sam, rubbing the figurines with a soft cloth, smiling as the luster came out on the black obsidian stone they were made of. Then she'd delicately set it down and rub the next one. Jack seemed mesmerized by the activity, like watching a Japanese tea ceremony. The cloth had to be soft, so not to scratch the surface in case there was any carving. First the bath then dry with a soft towel, polishing with another soft cloth until it bought out a luster. Rub me like that, I might get a luster going...out Jack, out...gotta get some air.

Sam thought someone was at the doorway, but when she looked up, noone was there, strange feeling.

Sam, finished with the small statuaries, went out into the hall to get some coffee, but not in the local lounge..uuuuu no...silence when she walked in...people trying to look normal when just seconds earlier, they'd had been talking about who knows what between Jack and her...don't feel like doing that right now.

"Janet, can I have some coffee?" asked Sam as she popped into Janet's office.

"You know you're welcomed, any time," smiled Janet as she reached for two cups.

"This isn't working, Janet. Now, even Teal'C is giving me a look." Sam took a sip, sad and a little depressed. Janet put her hand on Sam's shoulder, comiserating.

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Jack was in his office; cup in hand, file papers in the other, leaning in his chair with feet propped on top of his desk, when Teal'C walked in.

"Jack O'Neil, I learned long ago, while in the service of Apophis, to gage the mood of Jaffa warriors and Lords. It served me well, and saved my life many times." Teal'C began.

"Yeah, well, sometimes that's useful around here, too." agreed Jack, tossing the papers he held, on to the desk.

"I sense such a mood, here in the base. But I do not know at whom or why. Advancement, here, is not by assassination or betrayal. So I do not know what to make of this threat." Teal'C was expectant, watchful, especially of Jack.

Oh hell...now even Teal'C is getting either an earful or what... a senseful? Loose lips are sinking our ships here. Well, if I don't tell him, he's bound to hear it somewhere else and then we'll have one injured airman in the infirmary and one Jaffa warrior in a cell. Might as well tell him.

"Teal'C do you know about rumors or gossip?"

"No, I do not. I have no interest in them."

"How about speculation?" asked Jack again.

"Yes, speculation I know. It is when you make the best estimation of what you think will happen if you take one action over another," answered Teal'C.

It was not quite the meaning Jack had in mind, but what the heck?

Jack took a deep breath and let it out. "Well, Teal'C there are lota people here who are speculating that Captain Carter and I are having ...uh...well,...oh shit! That she and I are interested in each other. More than just team mates." Jack gave a helpless gesture with his hands and facial expression.

"You and Captain Carter are team mates as is Daniel Jackson. It is to your advantage, to be interested in your team." Teal'C stated, simply.

Ohhh, this was not going to be easy to explain to Teal'C. Jack rubbed his eyes while trying to think exactly how he was going to explain this to Teal'C; my fault, dug me a hole and it's only getting deeper.

"See Teal'C, its not interested like I would be with Daniel or with you. No, this is interested like...like"-----like what Jack, think, think, then it came to him, "like the interest you have for your wife, Teal'C. That kind of interest."

"Is this true?" asked Teal'C.

"Noo..oooo! Its not, Teal'C. Anyone with eyes can just see that Sa...uh, Carter and I don't have that kind of interest." protested Jack.

"Will this kind of speculation win advancement for anyone?" asked Teal'C

"Hell no. Its just..."

"Then it is a fool who speculates on something that will neither advance him or bring an enemy down to his knees. I would not credit any of this foolish speculation O'Neil", with that Teal'C left, feeling better for knowing what the tension was. Silly to speculate on something useless, when there were other more useful things to think about. He shook his head and went to his quarters.

Yeah, well gossip isn't about bringing down an enemy, sometimes its about stirring up a hornets nest and waking up sleeping dogs. Gee, I wish things were the way they were a couple of months ago, thought Jack, taking a sip from his cup, looking at the ceiling.

The venation blinds in Jack's office were opened, and anyone could see him. As Jack brought the cup to his lips, Sam stood outside in the hallway, just out of Jack's line of vision. Sam watched Jack take a sip, holding the cup with both hands, hands that were surely strong and sure of what they held, warm hands...love to be the cup and feel those lips on me...Sam broke out of her reverie and looked at the floor, slightly flushed, walking quickly down the hall to the lab. Jack swivelled his chair to look out the window. Strange, felt like someone was watching me...hell, everyone is watching me...well, bite me...I don't care.

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That's how it went for two, three weeks, emotional ping ponging, first Jack, then Sam, back in Jack's court, whack, back to Sam's court.

Its getting worst, Sam thought, though she didn't let on to the pressure she was under, not from the gossip; no it was that zing of eletricity she felt when Jack was near. Like the air charging up before a lightening strike.

Sometimes she felt herself vibrate, inspite of the her business tone and professional demeanor. Lately she'd awake from some kind of very pleasant dreams, dare I say it, thought Sam, erotic dreams. Her experience with sex was minimal, not with a career that she loved. Too many things to do before getting involve with anyone else. And, after that engagement that she called off, well, enough said on that. She could almost swear that she felt strong, warm hands caress her from neck, down so slowly to the full length of her body. The lover was always in shadows, but she almost recognized the semi-nude body. Just as she was about to see the face... the alarm clock would go off.

Last night had been worse than other nights. She dreamed that his body was

pressed full length against her's, in bed, so sensual, so warm. His kisses were gentle at first, testing her if she was ready, then more insistent, more hungrily. She ran her fingers through, short hair,then along his back, down to the small of his back, pressing him against her, breathing him in as well as tasting him, she wound her legs around his warm thighs and slowly felt the full length of his legs, outside and in. He whispered something in her ear and lifted his face away from her's-----RIIIINNNNNGGGGG!!!

Sam jarred awake, suddenly, drenched in sweat, hair and T-shirt plastered to her body, as well as her underpants. She looked at the alarm clock, then send it flying to the floor with an angry swipe of her hand. The alarm clock still streeeched, even on the floor.

Sam wasn't the only one jarred awake by the morning alarm clock. Jack's alarm clock went off, he'd go to the gym, work out or run on the treadmill, maybe do weights. The problem was that he had been doing this far more often lately than before...he had to, just to work off his frustrations.

He'd been having the most sexually charge dreams, he'd ever experienced. Some of them started out like the one on that planet, Argon, or something like that, where he had been seduced by that woman. But the woman in bed, wasn't her, no...definitely someone else. Skin soft as silk, warm, pink or peachy in color. He knew she had blue eyes...how he knew, he didn't know. Only thing that mattered was that he wanted her, he thirst for her the way a parched throat begged for water, his body begged for her's. He could feel her, he pressed himself on to her wanting to leave his stamp on her, to sear her with his heat, and burn her as surely as he burned for her in his passion.

He'd wake to the jarring alarm clock, frustrated as all out hell, dreams that offered no release, just left him so overcharged and...mean. No amount of push ups or hundred pound weights were going to lessen this overcharge in his body, and it only got worse as he found himself in Sam's company. The clean smell of soap on her, attracted him, the shininess of her blond hair, eyes, that sparkled so attractively, especially when she was in technobabble mode.

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Sam loved to watch Jack in unguarded moments. She especially took to going to the gym just to watch him, but she'd choose a stationary bike as far as possible from Jack. But, still she could see him. Jack was a bundle of masculine action. Weights and push ups one day, running the treadmill the next, punching a large bag with gloves. Jack did everything in all out energy, nothing half way or half hearted...it was all or nothing.

What would it be like to have a man, like Jack O'Neil, in bed; surely that would be pleasure beyond any she had ever known, to feel his body, press herself on to him, run her fingers through his hair as she kissed him? And while on this same train of thought, what would it feel to be court martial for having such indecent speculations on your superior officer? Awwww, Sam thought to herself, feeling hot and...wet; what am I going to do?!

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Damn?! What am I going to do, can't go on like this, thought Jack as he grabbed his towel and went to the showers. I can just see it now, court martialed for...for indecency toward a subordinate. Used my rank to seduce her, fondle her, kiss her...kiss her body... and...and...oh, yeah, time for a very, very cold shower.

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Paradoxically, as the fevered rage of gossip died down to ambers, Jack's attraction to Sam grew as did Sam for Jack, yet neither one knew of this, so well did they keep it from each other through polite, neutral conversation. And, again, while the tension around the base dissipated, Teal'C and Daniel sensed a coil spring about to ping into a total downward spin, but whose it was, was not yet clear to either of them, but they could feel it in the air.

Just as the last salamanders of flames in the old gossip were about to expire, Jack did something, incredibly stupid, worst than anything Daniel could have committed.

As a rule, which ever gender has the showers, then the showers become off limits to the other gender until said gender has finished with the showers. Of course, you have to know which gender has the showers, currently, and that's easy if you have enough people making noise that you can tell.

Jack headed toward the showers, towel in hand. Dr. Janet Fraiser came out of the locker area just as Jack about to round the corner of the hallway. Janet headed off to her office to bring Sam some skin lotion she recommended for dry skin. Sam, meanwhile had toweled herself dry and worked on drying her hair with the same towel she dried herself, her back toward the shower entrance.

Not hearing voices, Jack figured that locker area and showers would now be his and proceeded to open his locker, take out his shaving kit, soap, shampoo, etc. He pulled off his T-shirt and dropped it on the bench, his shorts followed, then underwear, Jack wrapped a towel around his hips, tucking in the ends.

Jack gathered his things and started toward the shower area, when he realized someone was still in there. He got was an eyeful of Sam's backside. Oh, oh, backpedal, gotta get out of here, quickly! As he reaches the bench and snatches his clothes, Janet walks in on him.

"Jack! What are you doing here?!"

"I thought it was empty?" Jack headed toward the door way, just as Sam entered the locker room, face and head covered by the towel.

"Did you bring the lotion?" she asked, thinking it was Janet; not bothering to look up or cover herself with the towel, she thought she was the only one in the lockers. She looks up to see Jack first, wrapped in a towel, and Janet second with lotion in hand.

"Ohhh!" yelps Sam as she starts to run behind a locker isle.

Then, the fat hits the fire, as five female airmen walk into the locker area, see Colonel O'Neil with only a towel around his middle and his Captain with nothing wrapped around her middle...no one paid attention to Janet Fraiser. Everyone flew to different directions, Jack forgot his shower and high tailed it to his base quarters, the five female airmen went off in different directions to spread the news, and a deeply flushed and mortified Sam Carter dressed quickly and went to her base quarters, hoping she could find a hole to disappear in.

Janet, could do nothing, she knew that nothing had happened but gossip is gossip.

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Hoping to avert ugly rumors, Jack O'Niel dropped in on General Hammond, anxiously waiting, until after the debriefing of SG 9, back from their planet, loaded with finds.

General Hammond sat at his desk and motioned for Jack to sit, while he continued signing reports. Jack sat, barely able to stay still.

"Uh...sir...I came here to nip a nasty rumor that's going to start in," Jack glanced at his watch, "Fifteen minutes."

"And what rumor would that be, son?" General Hammond glanced at Jack briefly then back to his work.

"That I was taking a shower with Captain Carter." Dead pan expression.

"And were you?" General Hammond tried hard to quale the smile that threaten, imagining the rumored shower scene.

"Absolutely not! Sir. I didn't know Captain Carter was using the lockers, at the time. I left as soon as I found out." stated Jack.

"Then, you have nothing to worry about. Dismiss Colonel." General Hammond went back to his paper work. As Colonel O'Niel left, closing the door behind him, Hammond shook his head, smiling...rumors, eh...well both O'Neil and Carter would just have to ride this one out. Though it might be a tad bit hot for them for awhile.

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"Yes, but Janet,...the rumor is that Jack was like a...a wild animal in heat...rutting into Sam..." said Daniel, relating the latest version of the shower scene between Jack and Sam.

"I don't want to hear it--------and shame on you, for listening to all that!" vented Janet at Daniel.

"I don't go out asking for gossip, Janet, I over hear it everywhere, the lounge, offices, cafeteria, gym, labs..." listed Daniel.

"Well, you're their friend, too, you know them well. I didn't see any of that and I was there since the beginning. Jack was trying to get out quickly...and Sam was so mortified." Janet was angry and furious over all this misunderstanding.

"No one asks me what happened, because I'd tell the truth...*nothing happened*,end of story." Janet slammed shut a file cabinet, making Daniel jump.

Teal'C sat, listening to the exchange between Daniel and Janet.

"What are your feelings on this Teal'C?" Daniel asked, seeing Teal'C so still and contemplative.

"I feel nothing over this. It is not my concern what O'Neil and Carter do or do not do; neither do I speculate on such things, it is below contempt to do so." Teal'C went back to his silence.

Whoa! thought Daniel, well, I guess we won't have to worry about Teal'C.

Sam walked into Janet's office, closed the door quietly, and burst into stifled tears. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Why do I have to get emotional?...I'm tough...I can take it...I took the first round of gossip. Just ride it out, ignore the stares, business as usual. Silently, Janet handed Sam a tissue, and she took it gratefully.

"If they are bothersome, Captain Carter, perhaps I could punish their impertinence toward you." offered Teal'C, soften by seeing Sam cry.

Sam's tears, turned to laughter as she imagine Teal'C in Jaffa mode, coming to her defense. Teal'C raised an eyebrow at hearing her chuckle.

"Thank you Teal'C, but I think that would be overkill", sniffle Sam, feeling better.

"I do not plan to to kill over them; just punish them." Teal'C replied, seriously.

He could not understand why Janet, Daniel and Sam were all laughing, but the mood was lighter than before. That he understood.

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Sam had gone outside the base entrance to walk, be alone, take in the stars. The night was nice, summertime...was it? You get so wrapped up in what you do that you lose track of time, seasons...age...someday I'll look at the mirror and wonder whose lined, haggard face that is. Mine. She rounded a nearby boulder, thinking of sitting down, with the boulder to her back, when she glimpsed Colonel O'Neil.

Jack leaned on the same boulder that Sam wanted to sit next to. He'd been contemplating how to get Sam out of this mess. One after another of the scenerios that ran in his mind were dismissed...until only one remained and played itself over and over. That's the one, then. No options, now. He pressed his lips together, grimly, as he looked at the night sky.

"Taking in the night air, sir?" Sam commented.

"Yeah, its nice out here, especially the stars." Jack turned to look at Sam, "Carter...I've been thinking... about you transferring out...maybe SG 7 or 9?

Sam walked toward Jack. " Wait a minute, sir. With all due respect, I don't want to transfer to another SG unit."

"Well, I could ask to have you transfered out, Captain." Jack put his hands in his pockets, leaned away from the wall, and rocked on his heels slightly, looking at the stars.

" You do, and I'll fight you every inch of the way! My record will stand up for me. I...am...not...transfering out!" Sam's eye's darken to dark sapphire, and defiance warred against Jack.

He'd seen that look before, when she fought Turgin in Simarka. All fire, anger, controlled rage, defiance with a capital "D".

He'd tried to *give* her an easy way out...but he knew she wouldn't take it. There was only one thing left to do...he'd play his thrump card and *make* her take the "out".

"Well, maybe you will after this," Jack covered the short distance between him and Sam in two quick strides and pinned her back against the boulder wall, holding her down by the upper arms. He expected Sam to knee him, at the very least or kick out at him. Jack trapped one of her legs between his before she could act.

It was suppose to be a quick two second kiss, hit and run. But Jack forgot to tell his body this, especially his lips. He pressed his lips against Sam's, feeling her rapid breathing against his face. She was *angry*! Jack couldn't break off the kiss. His thighs press tightly against Sam's thighs, giving rise to other sensations in his groin. Her hands grasped his forearms, tightly. What was a two second kiss, stretched into...who knows how long, he didn't care anymore. He just wanted more of Sam, he pressed himself against her in a slow grinding motion that was so excruciatingly pleasureable that he would have cried out if he hadn't been kissing her. His body was fire and he almost lost control as his instincts screamed to be fulfilled and keep plundering her mouth, her body, this is what he thirsted for!

Reason, barely kicked in at the last second.

He released her, abruply, stepping quickly out of her reach, before soldier mode kicked in. Now he was, flushed and breathing rapidly. Sam's knees had turned to water and without support she slid slowly down the wall to the ground. She glared at him, breathless, speechless, breathing gulps of air to steady her out of control senses.

"There's your reason to transfer out, Captain. You can press charges." Jack turned and walked away from her, leaving her in the night, surrounded by stars, and no doubting raging emotions. She had blood in her eyes, his blood for sure, now.

Sam was furious, ohhhhhhh! She wanted to scream at him, to give him a well placed kick! But he had immobilized her, pinned her against the wall. As furious as her emotions were, her body did not respond as she wanted. She might as well have been controlled by a Goa'uld, for all the help her body gave her.

The summer breeze cooled her down as she sat, legs folded up and elbows on knees. Once her breathing returned to normal, she leaned her head against the wall. She hadn't responded in self-defense because a) she never expected that from Jack, and b) her traiterous body was too busy enjoying itself with these new sensations.

Damn! but he's a good kisser! He got her good, she had to give him that. Bastard! So that's the way it's going to be...eh? She licked her lips, reliving his kiss. Okay...Jack O'Neil...all right. Play with fire, burn by it, mister. Firm determination showed in her face. Pay back's a bitch, and I 'm going to enjoy it! She smiled with the devil in her eyes.

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Two weeks went by...and nothing. Jack was mystified. He expected a call from General Hammond, charges... something. SG1 went on a mission to explore another planet. Sam was politeness and sweetness herself...that unnerved him, some. She was totally neutral and professional, respectful of him and his orders. As if nothing had happened on that starry night.

"Well, Colonel, just the usual; standard vegetation, some animal life, might need exploring there," reported Sam to him. Not a hint of animosity in her face or eyes. Damn, but that's spooky! Jack felt off balance by this act.

"Very well, Captain. Lets get Daniel and dial back home----Teal'C you take point."

On the way back to the gate, they all stopped for a water break. The day was hot and Sam shook off her back pack, hat, and unbuttoned her shirt to let air in to cool down. She wetted down a scarf and applied it to her forehead, sides of the face and down her throat. Then she folded it into a strip and tied it around her neck, the ends trailing down toward the top of her tank top, dogtags hanging in front.

"Why don't you cool down...Sir?" Sam asked looking at Jack as she wiped a hand slowly down her throat, down to the top of her tank top. Then she fingered her dogtags, idely.

Jack stood near by, shirt all button except for the top one, sweating in the heat, water bottle still holstered in its place. He'd watched Sam, surreptitiously, trying for nonchalance, though he felt like he like a wound up spring ready to explode lose.

"Naw, I'm alright, just...fine," he drawled.

It's now or never, he had to know what she intended to do about that night. He walked toward her, thinking to have it out,--- now!

"Have you notice how ubiquitous grass is?" asked Daniel, holding up a blade of grass, walking toward them. "In nearly every Stargate planet we've visited that has plant life, grass is the most common ground cover." he twirled the blade. "You know, grass is the early ancestor of wheat."

"Daniel." said Jack, shutting his eyes for a moment. Sam just smiled at Daniel, encouraging him.

"Maybe that's the intention of the Ancient Ones." explained Daniel, " You see, early civilizations..."

"Daniel." warned Jack, rapidly losing his patience. Sam was paying avid attention to Daniel, who had no idea how close to danger he was..

"...once they learned to ground and mill the large grains of that grass wheat, people had a good source of carbohydrates baked into bread. Once you have a food source you can store, leisure is possible and then the sciences and arts can develop..."

"Da--niel", ground out Jack, impatiently hinting that break time was over. Sam rebuttoned her shirt, and shrugged on her backpack, then adjusted her hat to shade her face.

"Tell me more, Daniel, about grass wheat?" she asked, all ernest and innocently, keeping pace with Daniel.

Jack just glowered, at them, taking up the rear. Meanwhile Teal'C had gone on ahead to ensure all clear at the gate.

SG 1 arrived at the gate, in no time.

"See, all civilizations..." Daniel pressed the cartouche symbols one at a time, on the DHD, while talking to Sam, "...don't necessarily start with domestication of animals."

"I thought that was the beginning of civilizations?" commented Sam.

The gate whoosh open, then settled into a watery blue surface.

First Teal'C step through.

" Oh, no." continued Daniel, "nearly every civilization, one that develops arts, music, and science of any kind, needs to have free time to do so, see?" Sam nodded in encouragement.

Sam step through the gate.

As Daniel walked to the surface of the gate, Jack couldn't help but give Daniel's backpack a slight shove. There--- that should land him sprawled on the floor, Jack smiled, before stepping through.

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After debriefing, Sam made herself scarce. Jack searched, quietly. Janet's office, empty. Lounge, empty. Lab, empty. Computer room, empty. He ran into Daniel.

Daniel would have landed face first if Teal'C had not grabbed a loop on Daniel's backpack as he came sailling out of the gate. His elbows felt sore, as he broke part of his fall with them.

"I still don't remember any rock near the foot of the gate?" complained Daniel to Jack.

"Well, I saw you start falling, but you fell through the gate before I could do anything." said Jack innocently. "Is Sam anywhere around here?"

Daniel looked at Jack, "No, I haven't seen her... maybe she's with Janet?"

"Yeah, probably right. It's not important, it can wait for later," said Jack, hands on hips.

"If I see her, I'll tell her you're looking for her." offered Daniel. "I'm going to the cafeteria, want to join me?"

"Okay. Let me nuke my plate and I'll join you. Save a seat for me." agreed Jack.

Jack had grilled some chicken on his out door grill at home and brought leftovers. Often, cafeteria food wasn't that tasty and bringing a dish saved you from taste bud death.

Walking into the cafeteria, Jack saw Daniel waving at him, sitting next to him was Janet, and lo and behold------Sam. What a coincidence!

Everyone seated, began to tuck into their respective dishes. Daniel had a garden salad with french dressing, a tin of tuna and juice. Janet favored cheese sandwiches and a cup of coffee. Sam must have brought her shrimp cocktail salad from home. Cafeteria menus, here, never offered shrimp. Jack opened his disposable plastic dishware of char grilled chicken and 2 small ears of steamed corn.

What Daniel or Janet talked about, Jack could not remember to save his life. He spent most of the time stealthly watching Sam eat. In between giving a comment or two on the conversation, she would pick up a shrimp, dip it in sauce, and lick one side of the shrimp. Then, she'd bite a chunk and chew slowly, then swallow. Chew, Jack, ignore her, he told himself. When she got close to the tail of the shrimp, she would bite down and pull the tail shell off, then tuck the rest of the shrimp into her mouth and chew, savoringly, before swallowing. In this way she ate all her shrimp, licking her fingers, slowly, sucking them just enough to get the sauce off. She did not so much eat the shrimp, as experienced it. Jack had a feeling she knew she was being watched.

Sam knew she was being watched, that's why she ate her shrimp slowly, sensuously, suggestively. But, she was also watching Jack eat, in stolen glances.

Jack picked up a chicken thigh and bit a chunk, and ripped a strip of meat off; he held the hanging strip with his fingers as he bit off what he had in his mouth, chewing slowly and swallowing. Sam watched his jaw muscles work with each chew and swallow. Now and then he took a sip from bottled water, wiped his lips on a paper napkin, and took another bite. So neatly, wiping his fingers on another napkin, or sometimes licking off, a carbon morsel of chicken. He bit into his corn cob, licking any kernels stuck near his lips. Sometimes, he'd suck the juices off the cob, wipeing his chin with a napkin. Slowly, methodically, he stripped a chicken thigh and a chicken leg, leaving nothing but bone or cartiledge behind. As efficient in eatting as he was a soldier. Nothing wasted. He was still working on his corn cob, thirty minutes later, when Daniel left, then Sam and Janet left, Jack waved at them.

When he was left alone, he took a deep breathe and expelled it, sat back in the chair and tried to relax, hands on thighs. Sam licking that shrimp brought images into his mind that he *did not* want to explore. He still hadn't a chance to talk to her, alone. Tension came back into his neck, though he rolled it to loosen the kinks, it didn't help. Jack lost his appetite and tossed the rest of the cob along with the bones and the disposible dishware, in the trash bin, then headed for his office to finish and file a report on the latest planet they had been on.

Wow! thought Sam, she had read somewhere that the speed at which a man eats is the speed he has sex. She was impressed! This may turn out better than she hoped for. Now was the time to put her plan in action. Colonel O'Neil was about to get his third degree burns.

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Sunday off, time to relax. Jack had been trimming the little grass he had, what was green, anyway. Gotta set the springler on automatic timer, can't water it much myself, he thought. He had an old soft shirt, unbutton except for the last button and a pair of old kahki colored shorts, and rubber thongs. The day was very warm and perfect for gardening and washing the car. Sundays were always lazy, slow days for Jack. Mostly days for fixing and washing, or hosing down the patio, read the Sunday paper, maybe catch a game later in the afternoon.

Jack went to the refrigerator and grabbed a cold beer, twisted the cap off and toss it in the garbage. Took a long pull on it, then rubbed the icy bottle on his forhead and the side of his face to cool off. He took another deep drink as he walked into his living room-den, and flopped on the sofa among the newspapers scattered around. He put the bottle on the coffee table in front of him, next to a book, scooted back in his seat, he slipped his tongs off, propped his feet on the same table. He let out a contented sigh, then searched next to him for the sports section.

That buzzing noise, the door bell. Jack flicked the section he was reading down, annoyed. For crying out loud, fumed Jack, he rarely had visitors on Sundays and he like it that way. He opened the door to look through the screen door.

"Colonel." Sam Carter stood there. Okay, thought Jack, raising an eyebrow curiously.

Sam stood outside dressed casual, tank top and walking shorts, thong leather sandles, wallet purse with the strap across her chest.

"Going to invite me in?" she asked.

"Yeah,... sure." Jack opened the screen door and let her in. Sam walked in, and as she passed him, he almost whistled, but caught himself at the last second. Sam's tank top was nearly backless, held up by two ties tied across her back in bows. Sweeter than the tank top he saw her in, a few years back.

Sam walked into the living room-den, took off her wallet purse and laid it on the sofa chair across from the coffee table and sofa. Jack shut the door and followed her in.

"Let me take these papers out of the way." Jack gathered the loose newpaper pages and dropped them on the side of the sofa, along with yesterday's news.

Sam boldly help herself to Jack's beer bottle, took a swig, and wandered around the room, bottle in hand.

"Help yourself," offered Jack with a trace of scarcasm.

"Thanks, I will," Sam opened a book Jack was reading, on the coffee table, and scanneda few pages before closing the book and reading the title.

"THE ART OF WAR by Sun Tzu." Sam glanced at Jack, " I remember reading this book, a few years back. Find it interesting?"

"It's good to review." Jack stood in front of the now, cleared sofa, facing Sam, hands shoved in his short's pocket, shirt gapping open a little, exposing his throat and a glimpse of his chest.

Sam looked at Jack, "I guess you're wondering why I'm here?", putting the beer bottle down on the coffee table.

"Yeah, that thought did cross my mind." Jack found Sam's behavior a little forward, not quite what he's use to in a Colonel and Captain rank relationship. But then, this was off-duty.

"I've come to talk about that court marshall charge you want me to press." Sam glanced around the room.

"Ahhhh", now the shoe drops, thought Jack "Well, lets hear it."

"I can't press charges." stated Sam, simply.

"Whaaaat?!"

"You can't press charges on your superior officer for falling on top of you." Sam had a nonchalant look in her eyes.

"I kissed you." admitted Jack.

"You fell, face first on me." Sam rebutted.

"I did a full body press on you." admitted Jack.

"You lost your balance, fell on top of me." Sam amended.

"Did not! Like hell!" asserted Jack both perplex and confounded by Sam's manipulation of what happened that night. Jack took his hands out of his pockets and put them on his hips. Sam turned and walked in front of him.

She tilted her head up, to look at Jack. There was something disquieting about the way she handled herself. Jack began to have doubts as to what she really came here for.

Suddenly, she shoved Jack down on his seat, sitting on his lap, face to face, the sofa, trapping him under and against her. Her thighs on each side of Jack's thighs. Her sandals slipped off unto the floor.

"Hey!" was all Jack said, before Sam claimed his mouth, wrapping her arms around him. His arms were splayed out to the sides, then he found Sam's hips and thighs and tried to push her off. This only made Sam shift most of her weight forward and pin Jack more firmly against the sofa.

Sam lifted her lips from him and trailed kisses toward one side of his face, running a hand gently down his throat, to under his shirt, then traced her hand on his exposed chest to palm his nipple and massage it.

"Carter...Sam! Please..." before he could say more, Sam kissed him, grasping his hair and pulling back gently, insistantly, forcing Jack to press his head back, against the sofa back. Her other hand, trailed down from his nipple, down the center of his chest, past the waist band of his shorts, to his navel.

"mmmmmff" was all Jack could say as he tried to turn his head, but Sam had him by his hair and limited his movement, as she claimed his mouth, again. She inserted a finger into his navel and played with it, pressing in and releasing, playfully. Jack felt pleasurable pain shoot from his navel to his groin. Sam released his mouth and started kissing a trail down his throat. Jack was gasping for air.

"Sam!" Jack cried out loud. "Stop!... What are you doing?" She released her grip on his hair, Jack shook his head and looked at her. She had deliverately done this, slow grinding of her belly against his.

"I'm just giving you a lesson" she kissed him, hard, then released him. "on

how to breach protocol, Jack"

"Okayyy, pay back, right?" he was breathless, he tried to shift his weight under her, but she countered and kept him pinned under her.

"Pay back is sweet" she whisper in his ear, then lightly nibbled his ear lobe, while she unzipped his shorts. What a surprise... Jack was riding commando, no briefs.

Before she could slip her hand further below his waistband, Jack tangled his fingers in her hair and covered her mouth with a hard kiss of his own. With the other hand he undid the bow and ties of her tank top, and pulled the top down and away.

Finally! thought Sam, as she returned force with force. Both broke away their kiss. Sam went up on her knees, and pressed Jack's face to her chest. He rubbed the side of his face against her skin, so soft, warm, with his hands steadying her, he lave her nipple in a slow round and round lick. Jack ran his hand down her back and with the other, loosen the waist tie holding her shorts in place.

His light strokes send shivers up her spine and his sucking and tongueing of her nipple made her cry out. She lowered her head over his, cradling him, burying her fingers in his hair.

Sam slid down slowly, feeling the roughness of his face against her flesh, slipping his shirt off, she gazed into his dark deep brown eyes. She caressed the side of his cheek with the back of her fingers, he closed his eyes the better to feel her touch.

"Sam...there'll be no turning back, no return,"breathless, he exposed his throat for her to caress it, in light strokes, then looked into her eyes.

She smiled at him, blue eyes turned to sapphire with desire, then lightly touched her lips, to his, saying, "I think there'll be many returns."

She left a trail of hot kisses, from the hollow of his throat, down the center of his chest. Slowly Sam slid off him, trailing her fingers down the sides of his ribs to his hips. She cupped his sex, stroking and gripping gently, then firmly. He buried his fingers in her hair, pressing her closer to him. Jack never knew when or how, Sam applied the thin condom, but willingly helped her pull off his shorts; then slowly pulled her shorts and underpants down and off, kissing and tonguing her shivering navel.

She pressed him down on the sofa, mounting him, he wanted no control of this, he wanted to be taken, to feel totally overwhelmed, and Sam complied with pleasure! In small increments she took him in, enjoying the feel of his sex till all of him was within her, and she flex her muscles gripping and releasing him, over and over, and over. This was better than she could ever have imagined! To revel in his touch and pleasure in the sounds he moaned!

His universe, was suddenly in one place, her body, he could not see, could not hear; sensations flooded all of him, making him buck and reach for her body, as she rode him. Taking her hands in his, he guided them slowly down his chest, down to his groin, he arched his back, drowned in the shivers of her caresses.

She took his hand and rubbed her pleasure center against it, already sensitize. He feather touched her belly, with his other hand, running the touches to a firm nipple already taunt and erect, teasing her into tremors.

Jack knew that he would soon explode into a million shards of light; Sam plunge him as deep as he could go into her being, gasping her pleasure, she leaned over him, holding on his shoulders, drowning out the universe in a sea of darkness and shuttering heaving tremors. He gripped her buttocks and hips and began to thrust for his pleasure, sweat coating him.

Sam rode his eager thrusts, as deep as she could take him, and touching him, grazing strokes that had him murmuring incoherently. He gazed at her, and felt every muscle tense, trembled in contracting shivers; squeezing his eyes close, surrendering to the flashing explosions under his eyelids. Eventually, his body relaxed, his rapid breaths slowed a little, and he open his eyes to look into hers, to feel her hands gently stroking him.

"Sam...didn't we just...screw some military regulation?"he said, still a little breathless.

"I think we definitely have a breach of protocol." agreed Sam similing at him.

"Ya think?" grinned Jack lightly caressing her thighs.

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The eye of the gate had been open for fifteen minutes, giving the MALP unit a chance to go through to PX9-9632. Telemetry was now coming in, displaying what looked like ruins and jungle, ambient temperature ninty degrees.

"Okay! SG 1, you've got twenty minutes to suit up." General Hammond ordered.

"On my way, Sir." shouted Jack

"All ready sir, just need the tubes for soil and water samples," added Sam.

"I have them, Sam," Daniel patted the pocket on his backpack to indicate location.

"Hope to bring you something interesting, Janet," smiled Sam, seeing Janet near the gate ramp.

"Yeah, just make sure its not lethal." cautioned Janet, smiling.

Teal'C arrived, suited up and staff weapon at ready, only Jack was missing.

Daniel moved closer to Janet.

"Well, Daniel? Hows the rumor mill?" asked Janet, arms crossed.

"Oh... I don't keep track any more." shrugged Daniel acting totally disinterested.

"Dan-iel?" Janet gave him an I-don't-believe-you look.

"Okay...Captain Ontiveros, suppositly...came out positive in a drug test..." whispered Daniel, moving closer to Janet, looking around.

"That's a lie!" Janet almost forgot to whisper, Daniel made shushing motions with his hands.

"But outside of that, Janet...I think it turned out to be cough medicine the Captain was taking, there's nothing going round, ...not even about Jack and Sam anymore. I mean, they've been so nonchalant, neutral, polite, that rumors just died...it seems not worth speculating."

"Good!" said Janet, glad the gossip storm was over at the base.

"All right happy campers, lets get started. Teal'c, you and I take the point." ordered Jack.

As equiptment was being donned, Daniel looked at Janet and asked, "Are you doing anything tomorrow?"

"Probably looking at your samples, why?" Janet looked at Daniel.

"I thought we might ...meet at the lockers and... take a shower together." Daniel put on his most serious face, looking innocently naive.

"Daniel!" Janet looked at him and shook her head disbelieving.

Daniel's serious face, slowly smiled shyly and mischievously at Janet, "For once I thought I could start a rumor based on fact."

"Da-niel." drawled Jack, "Coming?" cocking his head at him.

As Daniel walked up the ramp to the watery surface of the stargate, Janet called out, "Hey! Daniel! Be careful what you wish for." she winked at him sassily.

"What's that about?" asked Sam, giving Daniel a curious look.

"Oh...nothing." Daniel smiled, stepped through the gate, followed by Sam.

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The gate winked out as Sam stepped through, joining the rest of SG 1.

"Ahhhhhhh, heat, insects, strange bird-like creatures, more grass, Daniel." indicated Jack with a wave of his hand, smuggly.

"Teal'C and I had a look around, seems like noone's home right now, so kids --stay close, you got three hours to get your samples and recordings." advised Jack

As Sam collected the water and soil samples, Daniel recorded the abandoned temple buildings, covered in carvings. Teal'C remained vigilant, taking in all sounds, and sights.

"I'm going to the other side, Daniel. I'll let you know if I find anything." Sam called out.

"Okay, I'll stay with Teal'C." Daniel motioned Teal'C to accompany him to one abandoned building.

After an hour, Daniel, started making notes in a journal, copying some of the symbols from the temple walls and comparing them with another small journal of similar symbols.

"Stay here, Daniel, I will see how O'Neil and Carter are." said Teal'C

"Yeah, Teal'C, I'll be here awhile, anyway." Daniel replied absently and totally absorbed in his recordings.

Teal'C searched around the plaza, near the stargate, but didn't find Colonel O'Neil or Captain Carter...strange. Walking across the plaza, he rounded a crumbling wall and followed it to its corner. He heard low voices, murmurings. Thinking there might be native about, Teal'C stealthily crouched down to spy.

What he saw surprised him, but not by much. O'Neil and Carter were soulkissing. Sam had Jack pressed against a rock wall, arms wrapped around him, possesively and Jack willingly reciprocated; fingers buried in her hair, and pressing her against him. Both momentarily oblivious to their surroundings.

Teal'C retreated, quietly, and recross the plaza to stand in front of the building Daniel was studying. Soulkissing, brought pleasant memories of his wife, how the threat of Apophis, vanished in her kiss, and for a moment, he was not the Prime of Apophis, but simply a man under the spell of a wife's kiss.

It is good that O'Neil and Carter are together, as natural as the sun in the sky and the stars in the night. Teal'C was contend.

"Time's almost up Teal'C. Where's... Jack and Sam?" Daniel shouldered his pack and spunned around looking for them.

"They will be here soon. There is still time." Smiling Teal'C pointed with his staff, "I believe that obelisk, has writing very similar to Chu'lak.".

Daniel took his video recorder and began to scan the obelisk, asking Teal'C questions about letters and meaning, lost once more in archeology.

Meanwhile, around a corner, on a rock wall, the insects chirped, a bird-like animal flew over singing out notes, while two breaths sighed as one.

THE END or the beginning?????

"Weird is part of the job."--Janeway
"Give yourself to me"-- Knight
"Nice ashe...the ashes, I mean"--Mulder
"Red suits you"--Fraser DS
"What is the Matter with You people!"--Crighton FS
"...You know that 'We come in peace' business----bite me!"--O'Neill SG1
TKD, Pagan, UF