Rated K - 100 Words for GateWorld's Sam Carter /Jack O'Neill Ship Appreciation Thread 2.0 Ten Day Drabble Challenge
It was not—surprisingly—the baby monitor that roused Sam, but the softly sung lyrics of Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star drifting in through the bedroom window open to the warm summer night. Slipping from bed she made her way outside and saw by the pond her husband cradling their four-day-old son, perfectly framed by the night sky studded by diamond like stars.
The song ended and the night still carried Jack's soft words clearly, "See? No need to cry. I know you'd like the stars just like mommy does and one day, just like mommy, you’ll be out among them."
Compromising Positions - Ten Day Drabble Prompt #3
Rated K - 100 Words for GateWorld's Sam Carter /Jack O'Neill Ship Appreciation Thread 2.0 Ten Day Drabble Challenge
“Got it Sir!” Sam exclaimed, bright-eyed and flushed with excitement as she rushed in and triumphantly held the prize aloft.
“Excellent,” Jack gloated as he held out his hand for the envelope. “They are so going down.”
Sam grinned and passed the envelope off with a flourish. As Jack took it from her, she crowded close to the table he was standing at. “So what now Sir?”
“Now Carter,” Jack drew out the sheets of schematics and spread them out, “we plan our attack. There is no way they can win when we have these. Their positions are totally compromised.”
“Got it Sir!” Sam exclaimed, bright-eyed and flushed with excitement as she rushed in and triumphantly held the prize aloft.
“Excellent,” Jack gloated as he held out his hand for the envelope. “They are so going down.”
Sam grinned and passed the envelope off with a flourish. As Jack took it from her, she crowded close to the table he was standing at. “So what now Sir?”
“Now Carter,” Jack drew out the sheets of schematics and spread them out, “we plan our attack. There is no way they can win when we have these. Their positions are totally compromised.”
Teasing and Compliments - Ten Day Drabble Prompt #2
Rated K - 100 Words for GateWorld's Sam Carter /Jack O'Neill Ship Appreciation Thread 2.0 Ten Day Drabble Challenge
Sam kept smiling as compliments were showered on her from the men circling her in the open festive pavilion.
“Gentlemen,” Jack drawled from behind as his hand settled on her elbow, “I know you’ll all hate me for stealing her away...”
“Of course Sir,” Sam easily turned away from the men groaning their disappointment. As he led her away she teased, “Needed an escape again?”
Jack shuddered. “No teasing Carter. That woman looks like Hathor and has an appetite to match.”
Sam grinned but kept her mouth prudently shut and enjoined dancing again with her CO under the alien sky.
Sam kept smiling as compliments were showered on her from the men circling her in the open festive pavilion.
“Gentlemen,” Jack drawled from behind as his hand settled on her elbow, “I know you’ll all hate me for stealing her away...”
“Of course Sir,” Sam easily turned away from the men groaning their disappointment. As he led her away she teased, “Needed an escape again?”
Jack shuddered. “No teasing Carter. That woman looks like Hathor and has an appetite to match.”
Sam grinned but kept her mouth prudently shut and enjoined dancing again with her CO under the alien sky.
Lost In A Storm - Ten Day Drabble Prompt #1
Rated T (with a caution of gutter ahead) - 100 Words for GateWorld's Sam Carter /Jack O'Neill Ship Appreciation Thread 2.0 Ten Day Drabble Challenge
“Listen to this,” Sam complained, “‘they were lost in a storm of passion’—”
Jack plucked the book from her hands and held it over the end of the couch.
“Hey! Jack, give that back!” Sam squirmed over him.
“Nah-uh,” Jack wiggled his eyebrows at her.
“Jaack,” Sam stretched further and protested nosily when Jack dropped the book onto the floor and wrapped his arms around her. Flush in body and face, her breath caught at the intense look in his eyes.
“Forget the book,” Sam breathlessly murmured and got lost in the storm of passion her husband could create.
“Listen to this,” Sam complained, “‘they were lost in a storm of passion’—”
Jack plucked the book from her hands and held it over the end of the couch.
“Hey! Jack, give that back!” Sam squirmed over him.
“Nah-uh,” Jack wiggled his eyebrows at her.
“Jaack,” Sam stretched further and protested nosily when Jack dropped the book onto the floor and wrapped his arms around her. Flush in body and face, her breath caught at the intense look in his eyes.
“Forget the book,” Sam breathlessly murmured and got lost in the storm of passion her husband could create.
"Skeletons" [drabble, Jack & Daniel, K]
Author: A. Karswyll
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Rated: K
Words: 56
Characters: Jack O'Neill, Daniel Jackson
Summary: 'If you can't get rid of the skeleton in your closet, you’d best teach it to dance.'
"I think it was George Shaw, a 19th century Irish playwright, who said: 'If you can't get rid of the skeleton in your closet, you’d best teach it to dance.'" Daniel offered with a thoughtful look.
"I don't have skeletons in the closet Daniel," Jack grumbled. "I have a cemetery."
"Ah, well... danse macabre I guess?"
"Rose Roguery" [drabble, Jack/Sam, K]
Title: Rose RogueryAuthor: A. Karswyll
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Rated: K
Words: 1,254
Characters: Jack O'Neill, Samantha Carter
Summary: Unexpectedly brought together by their duty Jack decides to give Sam a more personal—if belated—valentine in the midst of a meeting.
AN: Written for GateWorld forum's Valenship 2012.
Lieutenant General O’Neill listened to the scientist presenting to the room drone on and on regarding structural hull stress of the Odyssey, the discovery of which two days ago had required a hasty reshuffling of the BC-304 duty roster and placed Hammond on Earth sentinel duty with Apollo maintaining its Pegasus runs while Odyssey was in the subterranean dry-docks.
His gaze swept the dimly lit room in search of mental stimulation. Illumination from the oh so stimulating slideshow flickered over the faces of those watching in one of Area 37’s larger meeting rooms filled to bursting with an array of uniforms and lab-coats seated around the table.
In the end, his eyes settled on Colonel Samantha Carter, commander of the Hammond, who was seated a couple chairs down on his left; a far more pleasant vista upon which to rest his eyes than the forty-year-old balding scientist lecturing away. Typically, she looked absorbed in the prattling and more typically, clearly understood every incomprehensible multi-syllable word spewing from the scientist’s mouth.
Jack’s mouth kicked up slightly at the corner at the familiar sight that brought warm memories to mind. He always enjoyed moments like this when he could watch her unobserved and even though the reason for being together in the same location and at the same time was not optimal—a battleship out of commission was never reason to celebrate—he enjoyed their time together nonetheless, especially in light of the holiday timing.
Saint Valentine’s Day and all its clichés had come and gone. They had sent by mail cards and chocolate treats as they traditionally had the past eight years considering their continual physical separation—first him in DC and her to Area 51, then him in DC still and her in Atlantis, and now him still in DC and her on Hammond—that meant many holidays were usually not spent, or celebrated, together on the actual holiday.
He wondered for the first and probably not last time, if Sam really had enjoyed his card and the chocolates and if there was not some way he could make the overly marketed holiday more special to her, and thus more special to them. Add more meaning to the often trivialised date…
The other corner of his mouth kicked up in glee as an idea struck.
Casting another surreptitious glance around the table, Jack opened up the briefing packet on the table before him, that he hadn’t touched when the scientist had handed it to him, and began flipping through the papers looking for the perfect page.
. . .
Sam had been paying attention to the presentation with some interest until she had felt the uncanny sensation that was familiar to her, awakened in briefing rooms much like this more than a decade ago and honed on battlefields. Her CO was watching her. Of course, he was not directly her CO any longer and had not been for eight years but she still knew of the feeling of being watch by Jack.
When the feeling left, she glanced to her right and up the table to see Jack flipping through his briefing packet. Wonderingly, she furrowed her brow as she also noted that his lips were moving minutely, almost like he was muttering to himself if not muttering under his breath.
His silent mutters stopped abruptly as his face lit up subtly with an expression that had her eyes widening in alarm. She knew that look—unfortunately.
Hastily she directed her gaze back to Dr Norman’s projected presentation, avoiding just in time the surreptitious looking she knew Jack gave the room to see if anyone was watching him, or would catch him, in his mischief.
Looking back at Jack as she continued to listen to the lecture with a half ear, she was just in time to see him discreetly detached a single page from the report.
Sam felt the old prompt to give him some sort of swift kick to dissuade him from whatever he was about to like she had for years on SG-1 but was hesitant about if she could still give him said swift kick considering he was the highest ranked individual in the room and commander of the entire program. It just really would not look good.
Both it was moot though, consider they weren’t sitting side-by-side—what idiot had thought up the seating plan?—and she couldn’t see a logical reason for her to get up and approach him as all the doors and food were to the left of the room. The full pitcher of ice water in front of his glass also crossed that option off the list…
Jack turned the type covered page over and over for a moment before folding one of the rectangular ends over and creasing it with his fingernails. He flipped the flap over and creased it again before neatly tearing the flap away to leave himself with a more rectangular sheet of paper. The small sound of ripping paper was well covered of course by Dr Norman’s lecture.
Dr Norman’s talking also covered her small muffled groan.
Sam swore, as he folded the paper end to end, that if he made a paper airplane she would get up and march over to give him a good kick—no matter how bad it looked!
As she watched though, Jack was not folding the piece of paper in a way she recognised from countless infirmary stays crafting up various paper airplane models. He folded the ends in until it formed a parallelogram which he folded down the centre before unfolding again. He did more folding, turning, and folding and quite lost her.
Then, unfolding the entire square he turned the page again and began folding, turning, and folding again and she lost the pattern of what he was doing just as he once more opened up the entire paper for a third time.
Really wondering now, Sam was only peripherally aware of Dr Norman’s ongoing lecture, as she watched Jack work the piece of paper until he was holding the folded and twisted piece of paper in his left hand which blocked her view of what he was now doing to the origami he was making.
Her breath caught in her throat and she flushed as his brown eyes unexpectedly caught hers and he quirked his seductive smirk at her just as Dr Norman concluded his lecture and the room was flooded with light that smarted the eyes after the hours of dimness. Clatter and chatter also filled the room as mostly everyone took the opportunity to stand, stretch stiff limbs, head for the buffet or bathrooms, or corner Dr Norman and his assistant with questions.
Jack was one of those who pushed away from the table, stood, and swiftly making his way past the three chairs, and the people in them, that separated them. Reaching her side he picked up her right hand which was on the table holding a pen and held it between both of his which let him tuck the origami into her grasp.
“Happy Valentine’s Sam,” Jack’s eyes twinkled as he released her hand.
Surprised considering the holiday had been four days ago and they’d already exchanged cards and treats, she turned her hand over to look at the origami and her heart melted as she felt a totally inappropriate sappy expression take over her face considering they were in uniform and in the midst of a highly classified meeting.
A rose.
Jack had just made her a rose.
-FINISHED
"Christmas Chatter" [drabble, Jack/Sam, K]
Author: A. Karswyll
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Rated: K
Words: 640
Characters: Jack O'Neill, Samantha Carter
Summary: Separated by their duty, Jack in D.C. and Sam in Nevada, they take a few minutes at the end of a long day to chat about Christmas.
AN: Written for GateWorld forum's Shipmas 2011.
Home from his day in the office, Lt. General Jack O’Neill settled into a late evening of The Simpson reruns. He kept an anticipatory eye on the cordless phone placed prominently beside the TV remote as he awaited a call from Nevada. Hammond had docked at the BC-304 subterranean dry-docks today and the ship’s commander had promised to call briefly as soon as she wrapped up her duties for the day. The three hour time difference promised he would be up ‘til midnight or later.
It was well after oh dark thirty when the phone rang. The caller identification showed an unknown number but he knew the area code and happily picked up the receiver. “O’Neill.”
“Hi.” Colonel Samantha Carter’s voice sounded tired but warm on the other end of the line.
“Hi,” Jack responded with the same warmth as he muted the TV show using the remote. He did not need any background noise to keep him from feeling alone when he had her voice in his ear. “Your day went okay?”
“Yeah, okay.”
“You sure? You don’t sound very sure.”
Sam gave a tired chuckle through the phone. “Just tired. Everything went well today. It just all took longer than expected.”
“Ah,” Jack grunted as he settled deeper into the cushions of his recliner. He knew all about those days. “Well, chin up Sam. In a few days your baby is Area 37’s to baby and you can be home for the end of the holidays.”
“Sorry about missing Christmas Day,” Sam apologised.
“Hey, hey, don’t be sorry,” Jack chided. “These things happen and we both know it. We’ll celebrate Christmas when you’re here even if it’s really your birthday. The best present is having you home anyway.”
Sam’s voice caught on the other end of the line. When she was able to speak, her voice caressing the words as she said, “Oh Jack.”
Jack cleared his throat of the emotions her voice invoked in him and forged onward. “Anyway, Cassie’s has overstocked us on the essentials already—homemade cookies and pies—and the bird is in the freezer just waiting to be cooked. Besides, even though we aren’t spending Christmas day together we will be bringing in the New Year together.”
“Yeah, I know, I just wish...” Sam sighed before deliberately lightening her voice and asking, “That bird wouldn’t happen to be named, now would it?”
“Sam,” Jack lightened his voice to match as he protested, “am I the sort of man that would feed you a turkey with a name?”
“Do you really want me to answer that Mr Doom and Gloom?” Sam dryly alluded to their last discussion about named turkeys.
“Nah,” Jack chuckled as he waved the question away with his free hand, “better not. I do promise though, that our Christmas turkey has no name.”
“Glad to hear that.” Sam approved before muffling a yawn.
“Christmas turkeys after all Sam, aren’t supposed to be named. Only Thanksgiving turkeys get names.” Jack teased and smiled to himself as he listened to Sam laugh softly in response to his humour.
“If you say so Jack.” Sam said in amusement before yawning again. “Well, I hate to make you wait up so late and talk so little, but I’m really beat.”
“You certainly sound like you’re beat. Well, goodnight Sam. See you soon.” Jack responded gently.
“Goodnight Jack. See you soon.” Sam muffled another yawn and hung up.
Jack hung up with a smile on his face. Their chat had been short but sweet. Especially as they had not ended with ‘goodbye’ or ‘talk with you later’ but ‘see you soon.’ And that was the very best way of all. Rising from the recliner, he turned off the TV, and made his way to his bed that would be lonely for only a few more days.
-FINISHED
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