Title: Sweet 61
Author: A Karswyll
Rated: MA
Words: 6,540
Summary: Jack O'Neill has survived the big six-oh and is turning a year older once again. After the fast paced year, he decided to celebrate and mark his 'Sweet 61st' birthday with just himself and his wife at the cabin. [Celebrating Jack's Birthday on 20 October.]
WARNING: the following story contains a graphic sex scene.
Ten Drabbles in Ten Days 2013
#1 Have a Little Faith – Rated K
Sam gave a narrow eyed look at the innocent looking object sitting in her workspace. Innocent like a hidden landmine. The problem, she decided, was not that Jack had a little faith in her abilities but that he had too much faith.
She picked up the flat-bladed tool and hesitated. The task before her was… it was beyond flying an asteroid through the Earth. Beyond blowing up a sun. What if she ruined it? What if she—
"Sam?"
She looked up to see Jack giving her a puzzled look from the kitchen doorway.
"You done icing Gracie's birthday cake yet?"
"Jack, what are you reading?"
Jack jerked his head up. Sam was leaning over their sofa and peering at his book. Crap. He was so busted. As nonchalant as possible he closed the book, cover down. He coughed to clear his throat, "Nothing."
"If it's nothing," she teased, "why are hiding it from me?"
"I'm not, you just, surprised me. Didn't hear you come in."
"Jack."
He felt his face get warm. "Okay, okay." He turned the book over, showing the cover. "Wormhole X-treme!: Conquering Divide" and "Based on the hit television series developed by Martin Lloyd" was proudly proclaimed.
"'…and they all followed him through the portal into the streets of the Emerald City.'" Jack read aloud the chapter ending and looked down at the little girl that slept against him.
He closed the children's book, took off his reading glasses, and set both aside. With gentle hands he laid her into her bed, folded up the pink and purple covers around her, and tucked her 'Toto' in with her.
He pressed a goodnight kiss on her forehead and when he straightened up he saw Sam at their daughter's bedroom door, watching with a soft smile curving her lips.
Sam lay back and let her bed bear the weight of her cast. It was her first broken leg and she hadn't had it for more than a few days and she was already itchy and twitchy. Now she really got Jack's complaining about his broken leg eight years ago after Antarctica.
Thoughts of Jack made her recall the conversation she'd had with Keller in the Genii mine. Her 'seeing-anyone' answer had been a lie wrapped in truth. She'd gotten good at those about her and Jack.
Their love had never been complicated, just achieving the freedom to express it.
"Come here."
Sam was blinded by tears but those two small words were a blazing beacon of comfort and with a sob she turned into the strong arms that reached for her. Her arms wrapped tightly around him in turn and her face tucked into his neck where her tears wet the collar of his shirt.
No more words were said as they stood together and breathed together. All there was for Sam was his arms cradling her close, the strength of his body holding her up, and the heartbeat beneath her ear as she received her solace in Jack.
Sam sat on her beach towel, dug her toes into the hot sand, and breathed deep of the scent of the beach: water and heat and sunscreen. In the lake two people laughed and splashed water on each other.
A laugh turned into a joyous shriek as Jack swooped up their daughter into his arms and spun her around in the air. Water droplets arched out from the force of the spin and as their faces spun past her, she saw their unbridled joy in each other and their play and a moment in time was captured in her heart.
Jack fell beneath his two attackers. He gasped for breath and twisted away but it was in vain. He had no weapons but his hands to hold them off and in the face of them, decades of experience fighting bloody battles failed him.
He was forced to do what he had sworn to them he'd never do—he stopped fighting. "Uncle!"
"Yeah!" his daughter stooped tickling him and crowed triumphantly. "We won Mommy!"
He sprawled on the cabin floor, caught his breath, and smiled up at her grinning face and the smiling face of Sam just over their daughter's shoulder.
Overhead the night revealed the star-studded universe and Jack leaned back from his telescope. He reached over Teal'c's legs to get to the cooler as the observation platform was crowded with his teammates, all bundled up against the night chill.
As he grabbed a beer he caught more of the astronomy lesson Carter was giving Daniel.
"So it has an irregular orbit?" Daniel asked.
"Eccentric," Jack corrected. "There are only irregular galaxies and satellites."
Daniel gave him a blank look but the approving smile Carter gave him was like a shooting star, brilliant and bright and uplifting of the spirit.
Jack scanned the faces partying at his cabin but didn't see the one he wanted. Sensing where Sam might go, he slipped around to the deck. There she was in her white gown, leaning against the ribbon festooned railing.
"Hey," he said quietly.
She looked at him and smiled brilliantly. "Hey."
The breeze blew a strand of hair across her face and she tucked it back behind her ear and the new wedding ring on her hand glittered in the sun.
His heart swelled at the sight. That ring meant never again would he have to say she wasn't his.
Sam was aware throughout the day as she spoke, laughed, and smiled with family and friends of the weight of the wedding band now worn on her finger. She couldn't help obsessively touching it either, whether a rub from her thumb beneath or the fingers of her other hand reading the shape of the stones on top.
It was not an obtrusive weight, like a shackle, but a like warm hug that was as golden as it was. And each touch was an anchor in reality that she almost couldn't believe had finally come true—she and Jack were married.
Sam gave a narrow eyed look at the innocent looking object sitting in her workspace. Innocent like a hidden landmine. The problem, she decided, was not that Jack had a little faith in her abilities but that he had too much faith.
She picked up the flat-bladed tool and hesitated. The task before her was… it was beyond flying an asteroid through the Earth. Beyond blowing up a sun. What if she ruined it? What if she—
"Sam?"
She looked up to see Jack giving her a puzzled look from the kitchen doorway.
"You done icing Gracie's birthday cake yet?"
.
#2 Busted – Rated K"Jack, what are you reading?"
Jack jerked his head up. Sam was leaning over their sofa and peering at his book. Crap. He was so busted. As nonchalant as possible he closed the book, cover down. He coughed to clear his throat, "Nothing."
"If it's nothing," she teased, "why are hiding it from me?"
"I'm not, you just, surprised me. Didn't hear you come in."
"Jack."
He felt his face get warm. "Okay, okay." He turned the book over, showing the cover. "Wormhole X-treme!: Conquering Divide" and "Based on the hit television series developed by Martin Lloyd" was proudly proclaimed.
.
#3 To Oz – Rated K"'…and they all followed him through the portal into the streets of the Emerald City.'" Jack read aloud the chapter ending and looked down at the little girl that slept against him.
He closed the children's book, took off his reading glasses, and set both aside. With gentle hands he laid her into her bed, folded up the pink and purple covers around her, and tucked her 'Toto' in with her.
He pressed a goodnight kiss on her forehead and when he straightened up he saw Sam at their daughter's bedroom door, watching with a soft smile curving her lips.
.
#4 It's Complicated – Rated KSam lay back and let her bed bear the weight of her cast. It was her first broken leg and she hadn't had it for more than a few days and she was already itchy and twitchy. Now she really got Jack's complaining about his broken leg eight years ago after Antarctica.
Thoughts of Jack made her recall the conversation she'd had with Keller in the Genii mine. Her 'seeing-anyone' answer had been a lie wrapped in truth. She'd gotten good at those about her and Jack.
Their love had never been complicated, just achieving the freedom to express it.
.
#5 Seeking Solace – Rated K"Come here."
Sam was blinded by tears but those two small words were a blazing beacon of comfort and with a sob she turned into the strong arms that reached for her. Her arms wrapped tightly around him in turn and her face tucked into his neck where her tears wet the collar of his shirt.
No more words were said as they stood together and breathed together. All there was for Sam was his arms cradling her close, the strength of his body holding her up, and the heartbeat beneath her ear as she received her solace in Jack.
.
#6 A Moment in Time – Rated KSam sat on her beach towel, dug her toes into the hot sand, and breathed deep of the scent of the beach: water and heat and sunscreen. In the lake two people laughed and splashed water on each other.
A laugh turned into a joyous shriek as Jack swooped up their daughter into his arms and spun her around in the air. Water droplets arched out from the force of the spin and as their faces spun past her, she saw their unbridled joy in each other and their play and a moment in time was captured in her heart.
.
#7 Triumph – Rated KJack fell beneath his two attackers. He gasped for breath and twisted away but it was in vain. He had no weapons but his hands to hold them off and in the face of them, decades of experience fighting bloody battles failed him.
He was forced to do what he had sworn to them he'd never do—he stopped fighting. "Uncle!"
"Yeah!" his daughter stooped tickling him and crowed triumphantly. "We won Mommy!"
He sprawled on the cabin floor, caught his breath, and smiled up at her grinning face and the smiling face of Sam just over their daughter's shoulder.
.
#8 Irregular Orbit – Rated KOverhead the night revealed the star-studded universe and Jack leaned back from his telescope. He reached over Teal'c's legs to get to the cooler as the observation platform was crowded with his teammates, all bundled up against the night chill.
As he grabbed a beer he caught more of the astronomy lesson Carter was giving Daniel.
"So it has an irregular orbit?" Daniel asked.
"Eccentric," Jack corrected. "There are only irregular galaxies and satellites."
Daniel gave him a blank look but the approving smile Carter gave him was like a shooting star, brilliant and bright and uplifting of the spirit.
.
#9 Never Again – Rated KJack scanned the faces partying at his cabin but didn't see the one he wanted. Sensing where Sam might go, he slipped around to the deck. There she was in her white gown, leaning against the ribbon festooned railing.
"Hey," he said quietly.
She looked at him and smiled brilliantly. "Hey."
The breeze blew a strand of hair across her face and she tucked it back behind her ear and the new wedding ring on her hand glittered in the sun.
His heart swelled at the sight. That ring meant never again would he have to say she wasn't his.
.
#10 Obsession – Rated KSam was aware throughout the day as she spoke, laughed, and smiled with family and friends of the weight of the wedding band now worn on her finger. She couldn't help obsessively touching it either, whether a rub from her thumb beneath or the fingers of her other hand reading the shape of the stones on top.
It was not an obtrusive weight, like a shackle, but a like warm hug that was as golden as it was. And each touch was an anchor in reality that she almost couldn't believe had finally come true—she and Jack were married.
"National Yo-Yo Day" [drabble, friendship, K]
Title: National Yo-Yo Day
Author: A. Karswyll
Rated: K
Words: 1,190
Summary: Jack O'Neill is determined that this June 6th, he will not be the only one celebrating the holiday and how else to involve reluctant teammates but to surprise them with some gifts? But he isn't the only one in store for a surprise.
Season 4
6 June 2000
Jack O'Neill held a small box in one hand and whistled under his breath as he navigated the tunnel hallways of the base to Carter's lab. The door was open so he poked his head through the doorway and was pleased to see all three teammates present, which meant Daniel and Teal'c had joined forces today to get Carter to lunch. She'd been overly absorbed with the… something device from P3X… whatever this past week and skipping too many meals.
"Hi campers," he greeted.
"Sir," Carter rose to attention beside her workbench.
"Hi Jack."
"O'Neill."
He nodded his head at their greetings and eyed the device on her workbench but figured, as the guys were all standing next to it, it was safe to approach. He entered the lab and held his package up. "Somewhere I can put this down for a sec Carter?"
Carter eyed his box far too warily in his opinion. It wasn't like it was some wacko alien device like the one gutted on her workbench that could turn people to stone or whatever it did.
"Here Sir," she pointed to reasonably bare area of the workbench close to her.
He set the box down and flipped up the top flaps and took out the first toy, a bright yellow coloured one like his blue one. "Here, this is for you," he passed it to her and then passed a wooden yo-yo made of dark and light coloured woods glued together to Daniel and a green Yoda yo-yo to Teal'c in turn. "Happy National Yo-yo Day!"
Carter turned the spool-like toy over in her hand like it was some foreign thing. "They really celebrate, um, yo-yos Sir?"
"Yep, on Duncan's birthday," he enthusiastically informed them and took out his own yo-yo and threaded the string loop onto his finger. Really, by this point one would think his team would get that he didn't make up the odd holidays he celebrated—other people had already done it for him.
"Who is Duncan?" Teal'c asked as he examined the Yoda yo-yo he held and although it was regular sized the green coloured toy look small in his hands.
"Donald Duncan," Jack named him and dropped his hand to let the blue yo-yo spin down the string to spin at the end in the sleeping motion, "he invented the yo-yo in the 1930s."
Daniel frowned. "That's not true, the yo-yo is an ancient invention and while its origins are hard to identify we do know that the ancient Greeks had them. I know of a two thousand four hundred forty year old kylix, a type of wine-drinking cup, on which a boy is depicted playing with a yo-yo. Also, Greek records from the period describe the toy and state they were made out of wood, metal, or painted terracotta, that is, fired clay."
Jack snapped his yo-yo back up the string. "Okay, okay, Duncan didn't invent, invent them. But he did make them all popular again and start the contests and stuff. And it's because he bought the first yo-yo factory from the Filipino guy that we call them yo-yos and not bandalores. And never mind that stuff, try them out."
Daniel looked doubtful but slipped his finger into the string loop and dropped his dual coloured wooden yo-yo. It spun down the string and when Daniel jerked his hand up it wound up and then back down and after a few attempts to get the yo-yo to return to his hand the toy spun out in circles at the end and Daniel had to pull it up to rewind the string.
"Just need some practice," Jack said cheerfully and dropped his yo-yo to the end of its string, put it to sleep, and then walked the dog across the concrete floor. He pulled the toy back into his hand and turned to Carter. "Give it a try Carter."
Carter looked reluctant as well, but took the yellow toy in hand and dropped her yo-yo down the string and while it swung from side to side for a moment she managed to put it to sleep, where it spun on the end of the string for some time, before returning it to her hand.
"Good, good." Jack approved. "We'll have you Going Around the World in no time. What you about T?"
Teal'c slipped a finger into the loop and the green yo-yo dropped down the string and back up to his hand in one smooth motion.
"Not bad," Jack complimented.
Teal'c raised an eyebrow and tossed the yo-yo in an arch from left to right and as it spun out, caught the string with two of his left fingers so the yo-yo landed dead on its string and formed a loop in the string. With his right hand he pushed on the looped string and flipped the yo-yo over his left to land on the string, swung it back over the left hand to arch down and over his right hand when the yo-yo landed on the string a third time. He flipped it back over his throw hand, swung it back around to spin around his left fingers to catch it on the string on the second circle.
"Whoa." Jack recognized the advanced trick called Skin the Gerbil—which was way, way ahead of his measly Walk the Dog. He looked sidelong at Carter and Daniel, and while he wasn't open mouthed in surprise like the other man was, to judge from their expressions at least he wasn't the only one surprised! "I um, take it Jaffa have yo-yos?"
"Indeed." Teal'c inclined his head and unwound his yo-yo to bring it back to rest in his hand. "It is a most useful tool for the coordination of hand and eye. Thank you for the gift O'Neill. I am most pleased with the image of Grand Master Yoda upon it."
"You're ah, welcome." Jack cleared his throat, pocketed his yo-yo, and clapped his hands together, "Well, lunchtime! We ready to go?"
He blew out a relived breath when the three nodded. They exited Carter's lab and with Teal'c and Daniel in front engrossed in their own conversation as Daniel asked numerous question of the big guy about Jaffa yo-yos, he bumped his shoulder into Carter's shoulder.
"Sir?" she gave him a quizzical look.
"Hey, Carter, what do yo-yos and life have in common?"
Carter's expression would be categorized as the equivalent of an eye-roll on anyone that wasn't as skilled poker-face subordinate as she was. "Sir?"
He bumped her shoulder again. "C'mon Carter."
"Okay Sir," Carter obligingly played along, "what do yo-yos and life have in common?"
"They have their ups and downs," he delivered the punch line and grinned in triumph at the laugh that won from Carter as she shook her head at him. So celebrating National Yo-yo Day wasn't going quite like he'd planned, showing off the tricks he knew while teaching his team how to play with a yo-yo, but Carter was still laughing at his jokes so it was a fine holiday indeed.
To see Skin the Gerbil in action visit http://yoyoexpert.com/learn/060-expert-skin-the-gerbil.html
Author: A. Karswyll
Rated: K
Words: 1,190
Summary: Jack O'Neill is determined that this June 6th, he will not be the only one celebrating the holiday and how else to involve reluctant teammates but to surprise them with some gifts? But he isn't the only one in store for a surprise.
Season 4
6 June 2000
Jack O'Neill held a small box in one hand and whistled under his breath as he navigated the tunnel hallways of the base to Carter's lab. The door was open so he poked his head through the doorway and was pleased to see all three teammates present, which meant Daniel and Teal'c had joined forces today to get Carter to lunch. She'd been overly absorbed with the… something device from P3X… whatever this past week and skipping too many meals.
"Hi campers," he greeted.
"Sir," Carter rose to attention beside her workbench.
"Hi Jack."
"O'Neill."
He nodded his head at their greetings and eyed the device on her workbench but figured, as the guys were all standing next to it, it was safe to approach. He entered the lab and held his package up. "Somewhere I can put this down for a sec Carter?"
Carter eyed his box far too warily in his opinion. It wasn't like it was some wacko alien device like the one gutted on her workbench that could turn people to stone or whatever it did.
"Here Sir," she pointed to reasonably bare area of the workbench close to her.
He set the box down and flipped up the top flaps and took out the first toy, a bright yellow coloured one like his blue one. "Here, this is for you," he passed it to her and then passed a wooden yo-yo made of dark and light coloured woods glued together to Daniel and a green Yoda yo-yo to Teal'c in turn. "Happy National Yo-yo Day!"
Carter turned the spool-like toy over in her hand like it was some foreign thing. "They really celebrate, um, yo-yos Sir?"
"Yep, on Duncan's birthday," he enthusiastically informed them and took out his own yo-yo and threaded the string loop onto his finger. Really, by this point one would think his team would get that he didn't make up the odd holidays he celebrated—other people had already done it for him.
"Who is Duncan?" Teal'c asked as he examined the Yoda yo-yo he held and although it was regular sized the green coloured toy look small in his hands.
"Donald Duncan," Jack named him and dropped his hand to let the blue yo-yo spin down the string to spin at the end in the sleeping motion, "he invented the yo-yo in the 1930s."
Daniel frowned. "That's not true, the yo-yo is an ancient invention and while its origins are hard to identify we do know that the ancient Greeks had them. I know of a two thousand four hundred forty year old kylix, a type of wine-drinking cup, on which a boy is depicted playing with a yo-yo. Also, Greek records from the period describe the toy and state they were made out of wood, metal, or painted terracotta, that is, fired clay."
Jack snapped his yo-yo back up the string. "Okay, okay, Duncan didn't invent, invent them. But he did make them all popular again and start the contests and stuff. And it's because he bought the first yo-yo factory from the Filipino guy that we call them yo-yos and not bandalores. And never mind that stuff, try them out."
Daniel looked doubtful but slipped his finger into the string loop and dropped his dual coloured wooden yo-yo. It spun down the string and when Daniel jerked his hand up it wound up and then back down and after a few attempts to get the yo-yo to return to his hand the toy spun out in circles at the end and Daniel had to pull it up to rewind the string.
"Just need some practice," Jack said cheerfully and dropped his yo-yo to the end of its string, put it to sleep, and then walked the dog across the concrete floor. He pulled the toy back into his hand and turned to Carter. "Give it a try Carter."
Carter looked reluctant as well, but took the yellow toy in hand and dropped her yo-yo down the string and while it swung from side to side for a moment she managed to put it to sleep, where it spun on the end of the string for some time, before returning it to her hand.
"Good, good." Jack approved. "We'll have you Going Around the World in no time. What you about T?"
Teal'c slipped a finger into the loop and the green yo-yo dropped down the string and back up to his hand in one smooth motion.
"Not bad," Jack complimented.
Teal'c raised an eyebrow and tossed the yo-yo in an arch from left to right and as it spun out, caught the string with two of his left fingers so the yo-yo landed dead on its string and formed a loop in the string. With his right hand he pushed on the looped string and flipped the yo-yo over his left to land on the string, swung it back over the left hand to arch down and over his right hand when the yo-yo landed on the string a third time. He flipped it back over his throw hand, swung it back around to spin around his left fingers to catch it on the string on the second circle.
"Whoa." Jack recognized the advanced trick called Skin the Gerbil—which was way, way ahead of his measly Walk the Dog. He looked sidelong at Carter and Daniel, and while he wasn't open mouthed in surprise like the other man was, to judge from their expressions at least he wasn't the only one surprised! "I um, take it Jaffa have yo-yos?"
"Indeed." Teal'c inclined his head and unwound his yo-yo to bring it back to rest in his hand. "It is a most useful tool for the coordination of hand and eye. Thank you for the gift O'Neill. I am most pleased with the image of Grand Master Yoda upon it."
"You're ah, welcome." Jack cleared his throat, pocketed his yo-yo, and clapped his hands together, "Well, lunchtime! We ready to go?"
He blew out a relived breath when the three nodded. They exited Carter's lab and with Teal'c and Daniel in front engrossed in their own conversation as Daniel asked numerous question of the big guy about Jaffa yo-yos, he bumped his shoulder into Carter's shoulder.
"Sir?" she gave him a quizzical look.
"Hey, Carter, what do yo-yos and life have in common?"
Carter's expression would be categorized as the equivalent of an eye-roll on anyone that wasn't as skilled poker-face subordinate as she was. "Sir?"
He bumped her shoulder again. "C'mon Carter."
"Okay Sir," Carter obligingly played along, "what do yo-yos and life have in common?"
"They have their ups and downs," he delivered the punch line and grinned in triumph at the laugh that won from Carter as she shook her head at him. So celebrating National Yo-yo Day wasn't going quite like he'd planned, showing off the tricks he knew while teaching his team how to play with a yo-yo, but Carter was still laughing at his jokes so it was a fine holiday indeed.
To see Skin the Gerbil in action visit http://yoyoexpert.com/learn/060-expert-skin-the-gerbil.html
"Love A Tree Day" [drabble, friendship, K]
Title: Love A Tree Day
Author: A. Karswyll
Rated: K
Summary: Colonel Jack O'Neill had planned to celebrate the day with some tree planting but an offworld adventure gives him a whole new appreciation of trees.
Words: 941
Season 4
16 May 2000
Jack O'Neill raced through the forest of TR3-329 and his heartbeat thundering with a baying pack of—something—hot on his heels. He dodged under a low hanging branch and then leapt over a fallen log. The trees now were older, with broad trunks and sturdy boughs that were strong enough to provide sanction. And they had enough of a lead that they might just make it.
"The trees!" he yelled to his team. "Get in 'em!"
"What?" Daniel yelled back.
"Climb a tree!"
Ahead Carter angled off for one of the trees, its lowest branches level with their heads, and grabbed onto one branch. Right behind her, he planted his hand on her backside and heaved her up the rest of the way. She reached down and helped him scramble up just as the pack of creatures reached the base of the tree to snap at his heels.
He saw that Daniel and Teal'c had made it safely into a neighbouring tree as he sucked in breaths of air. "Thanks Carter."
"Welcome Sir." Carter was as flushed and out of breath as he was.
He looked down through the leafy branches at the baying and snarling multitude of creatures underneath the tree, almost carpeting the ground there was so many of them, and then glanced over his shoulder at Carter. The creatures had lizard-like legs and probably couldn't jump but it didn't hurt to be on the safe side. "Higher you think?"
"Yes Sir," Carter agreed fervently.
He hauled himself up a few more branches and settled next to the trunk on a broad branch and Carter settled on the same level on a neighbouring branch. Seated as they were against the trunk, their shoulders touched each other firmly and he was aware of each panting breath she took.
"So, Major, ideas?"
"About what Sir?"
"What the heck these…" he looked down at the angry terrier-sized creatures, with their feathered reptile bodies and large ridge of bright orange spine feathers standing up on end, "things are?"
"Sorry Sir, I never was much into dinosaurs."
He nudged her shoulder. "Not even T. Rex?"
"I think it's a little hard to avoid the basic knowledge of tyrannosaurus rex. Or brontosaurus, triceratops, stegosaurus, and pterodactyls."
"Well, it avoided me," he answered cheerfully and leaned forward to call out across the way to the tree the other two had taken refuge in. He raised an eyebrow at Carter when she clamped a hand around his wrist in reaction to his movement.
"Sorry Sir, I thought you…" she looked sheepish and let go.
"No worries, I'd hate to fall into this mass of creatures too." He reassured and looked over again to where Teal'c had firmly fixed himself to the tree trunk and Daniel out on a limb—literally he noted with an amused snort—making a running commentary into his camcorder. "Hey! Daniel! You know what these things are?"
Daniel lowered his camcorder. "I'm an archaeologist Jack, not a paleontologist!"
The creatures yelped and snarled louder and wracked their claws through the bark of the tree trunks the team had taken cover in.
"So, and, therefore? Do you know what these things are?"
"No Jack!" Daniel had to really raise his voice over the angry sounds the creatures were making.
"Okay, just asking!" He yelled back across the few yards separating the two trees. "Teal'c, you ever seen the like?"
"I have not O'Neill. I do believe however our conversation is increasing their aggression." Indeed, even Teal'c now had to raise his voice to speak over the creatures increased yowling. "Perhaps we should be silent."
It was something Jack had noticed too, so with a nod to his two teammates he settled back against the tree trunk and Carter. In time the creatures did quieten but they certainly didn't look like they were going anywhere soon.
Now that the adrenaline rush of running from the snarling hoard had abated, he had to contend with the boredom of being actually treed. He shook his head over that. It was either ironic or poetic getting himself treed on this day of all holiday days. And on top of the boredom was how uncomfortable it was being scrunched up in the tree's branches and sitting on its lumpy bark.
He plucked one of the spring bright leaves from a branch overhead and twirled the seven-point leaf between his fingers. After a moment he released the leaf and watched it float down and one of the creatures snapped at it with its impressive set of toothy jaws.
Ouch.
Good thing the creature had chomped on a leaf and not one of them.
"So, Carter," he spoke as casually as he could and tried to get more comfortable on the rough bark, "you got plans tonight?"
"No, why Sir?"
He looked over at her and found her face only inches from his. "It's Love A Tree Day today and I was planning on planting a tree with Cassie and the Doc when I got home tonight—if we get home tonight. You wanna come help?"
"Well Sir, I gotta say," she smiled at him, "today I certainly love trees."
"Yeah, me too." Nothing like being saved by a tree to give one a whole new level of appreciation of the woody perennials. He plucked a perfect seven-point leaf. "So, you gonna come?"
"I will."
"Great!" Jack couldn't help but grin as he reached over and tucked the leaf he'd just plucked behind her ear. "There. Happy Love A Tree Day Carter."
Carter turned a rosy shade and returned, "Happy Love A Tree Day Sir."
-FINISHED
Author: A. Karswyll
Rated: K
Summary: Colonel Jack O'Neill had planned to celebrate the day with some tree planting but an offworld adventure gives him a whole new appreciation of trees.
Words: 941
Season 4
16 May 2000
Jack O'Neill raced through the forest of TR3-329 and his heartbeat thundering with a baying pack of—something—hot on his heels. He dodged under a low hanging branch and then leapt over a fallen log. The trees now were older, with broad trunks and sturdy boughs that were strong enough to provide sanction. And they had enough of a lead that they might just make it.
"The trees!" he yelled to his team. "Get in 'em!"
"What?" Daniel yelled back.
"Climb a tree!"
Ahead Carter angled off for one of the trees, its lowest branches level with their heads, and grabbed onto one branch. Right behind her, he planted his hand on her backside and heaved her up the rest of the way. She reached down and helped him scramble up just as the pack of creatures reached the base of the tree to snap at his heels.
He saw that Daniel and Teal'c had made it safely into a neighbouring tree as he sucked in breaths of air. "Thanks Carter."
"Welcome Sir." Carter was as flushed and out of breath as he was.
He looked down through the leafy branches at the baying and snarling multitude of creatures underneath the tree, almost carpeting the ground there was so many of them, and then glanced over his shoulder at Carter. The creatures had lizard-like legs and probably couldn't jump but it didn't hurt to be on the safe side. "Higher you think?"
"Yes Sir," Carter agreed fervently.
He hauled himself up a few more branches and settled next to the trunk on a broad branch and Carter settled on the same level on a neighbouring branch. Seated as they were against the trunk, their shoulders touched each other firmly and he was aware of each panting breath she took.
"So, Major, ideas?"
"About what Sir?"
"What the heck these…" he looked down at the angry terrier-sized creatures, with their feathered reptile bodies and large ridge of bright orange spine feathers standing up on end, "things are?"
"Sorry Sir, I never was much into dinosaurs."
He nudged her shoulder. "Not even T. Rex?"
"I think it's a little hard to avoid the basic knowledge of tyrannosaurus rex. Or brontosaurus, triceratops, stegosaurus, and pterodactyls."
"Well, it avoided me," he answered cheerfully and leaned forward to call out across the way to the tree the other two had taken refuge in. He raised an eyebrow at Carter when she clamped a hand around his wrist in reaction to his movement.
"Sorry Sir, I thought you…" she looked sheepish and let go.
"No worries, I'd hate to fall into this mass of creatures too." He reassured and looked over again to where Teal'c had firmly fixed himself to the tree trunk and Daniel out on a limb—literally he noted with an amused snort—making a running commentary into his camcorder. "Hey! Daniel! You know what these things are?"
Daniel lowered his camcorder. "I'm an archaeologist Jack, not a paleontologist!"
The creatures yelped and snarled louder and wracked their claws through the bark of the tree trunks the team had taken cover in.
"So, and, therefore? Do you know what these things are?"
"No Jack!" Daniel had to really raise his voice over the angry sounds the creatures were making.
"Okay, just asking!" He yelled back across the few yards separating the two trees. "Teal'c, you ever seen the like?"
"I have not O'Neill. I do believe however our conversation is increasing their aggression." Indeed, even Teal'c now had to raise his voice to speak over the creatures increased yowling. "Perhaps we should be silent."
It was something Jack had noticed too, so with a nod to his two teammates he settled back against the tree trunk and Carter. In time the creatures did quieten but they certainly didn't look like they were going anywhere soon.
Now that the adrenaline rush of running from the snarling hoard had abated, he had to contend with the boredom of being actually treed. He shook his head over that. It was either ironic or poetic getting himself treed on this day of all holiday days. And on top of the boredom was how uncomfortable it was being scrunched up in the tree's branches and sitting on its lumpy bark.
He plucked one of the spring bright leaves from a branch overhead and twirled the seven-point leaf between his fingers. After a moment he released the leaf and watched it float down and one of the creatures snapped at it with its impressive set of toothy jaws.
Ouch.
Good thing the creature had chomped on a leaf and not one of them.
"So, Carter," he spoke as casually as he could and tried to get more comfortable on the rough bark, "you got plans tonight?"
"No, why Sir?"
He looked over at her and found her face only inches from his. "It's Love A Tree Day today and I was planning on planting a tree with Cassie and the Doc when I got home tonight—if we get home tonight. You wanna come help?"
"Well Sir, I gotta say," she smiled at him, "today I certainly love trees."
"Yeah, me too." Nothing like being saved by a tree to give one a whole new level of appreciation of the woody perennials. He plucked a perfect seven-point leaf. "So, you gonna come?"
"I will."
"Great!" Jack couldn't help but grin as he reached over and tucked the leaf he'd just plucked behind her ear. "There. Happy Love A Tree Day Carter."
Carter turned a rosy shade and returned, "Happy Love A Tree Day Sir."
-FINISHED
"Kite Flying Day" [drabble, friendship, K]
Title: Kite Flying Day
Author: A. Karswyll
Rated: K
Words: 722
Summary: Jack O'Neill intends to take Cassandra out to celebrate the holiday on February 8th. Now, if he can just convince Doc Fraiser that it really is okay to fly a kite in winter.
Season 2
8 February 1998
Bundled up for the weather and the activities of the day, Jack O'Neill stepped out of his truck onto the snowy ground and his winter boots crunched the recently fallen snow beneath. The sun was bright in the cloudless sky and there was a light wind that made one hitch scarves up over one's chin and stuff mitted hands into deep jacket pockets.
The city ploughs hadn't been by yet to remove the snow that had fallen last night on the street, but the Fraisers and other people on the block had already been out this Sunday morning and shovelled their walkways and sidewalks clear. Good thing, because he didn't look forward to stomping through any snow but the snow on the sledding hill where he was taking Cassie for their day out together.
She'd even called last night, excited about the new snow and wondering if it might interfere with part of their plans. He'd been able to reassure her that as long as it didn't storm today as well, the plans would be fine.
He walked up the cleared path, up the front steps onto the front porch, and rang the doorbell of the Fraiser house. In moments the door was opened by Janet, bundled up in an overly large sweater, who waved him inside.
"Good morning Colonel. It's a fine day for sledding isn't it? Cassandra's just getting some last minute things together."
"Good morning Doc," Jack returned the greeting, "and it sure is a great day."
"Hi Jack," Cassie appeared from the interior of the house, carrying a sledding saucer, a satchel of things swinging in her hand, and wearing her winter pants already.
"Hi kiddo," Jack returned. "Ready to finish getting dressed and go?"
Cassie shook her head as she leaned the saucer against the wall and set the satchel down with a noisy clunk on the entranceway floor. "I can't find my kite. Mom, where is it?"
"Kite?" Janet looked nonplussed.
"Yeah, my kite. I need it today."
Janet furrowed her brows at her daughter. "I thought you and the Colonel were going sledding today."
"Oh, we are," Cassie answered cheerfully. "But that's later. We have to fly kites today first."
Jack did his best not to fidget under the look that Janet turned on him in turn. After a moment, he surrendered. "It's Kite Flying Day today."
In response to that one of Janet's eyebrows arched in curve that would have made Teal'c envious. "In winter?"
Jack tried to look casual.
Janet did not look impressed.
"Come on, it may be winter, but it's still a great day to fly a kite. It's sunny and there's a light wind," Jack cajoled.
Janet pursed her lips and then turned to her daughter. "Go check in the guest closet if it wasn't in the back closet with the beach things. You might find the kite there."
Cassie nodded and disappeared back into the interior of the house.
Janet turned back to him when Cassie was out of earshot. "In winter Colonel?"
"Hey! Kites aren't just a summer activity. And it really is Kite Flying Day."
The look Janet gave him reminded Jack all too strongly of the looks Carter, Daniel, and Teal'c were wont to give him when he told them what holiday it was. Really, he didn't make these dates up so why did everyone look at him like he did?
She said a third time, "In winter?"
"Kites only need wind to work so really, they can be flown in any season. And it's not like I'm taking her out to fly one in a thunderstorm like crazy old Ben Franklin."
"I would hope not," Janet said sharply.
Cassie bounded back into the entranceway and held her colourful prize aloft. "Found it! I'm ready to go now!"
Janet looked from him to her happy daughter and then back to him with a resigned look. "Okay Colonel. You guys have fun today."
"Thanks Doc," Jack stated, knowing that she was granting her permission to take the kite with them. Said kite was passed to him to hold while Cassie finished getting her parka, toque, mittens, scarf and boots on. Kite, saucer, and satchel in hand they headed out into the brisk winter day to fly a kite to celebrate the day.
Author: A. Karswyll
Rated: K
Words: 722
Summary: Jack O'Neill intends to take Cassandra out to celebrate the holiday on February 8th. Now, if he can just convince Doc Fraiser that it really is okay to fly a kite in winter.
Season 2
8 February 1998
Bundled up for the weather and the activities of the day, Jack O'Neill stepped out of his truck onto the snowy ground and his winter boots crunched the recently fallen snow beneath. The sun was bright in the cloudless sky and there was a light wind that made one hitch scarves up over one's chin and stuff mitted hands into deep jacket pockets.
The city ploughs hadn't been by yet to remove the snow that had fallen last night on the street, but the Fraisers and other people on the block had already been out this Sunday morning and shovelled their walkways and sidewalks clear. Good thing, because he didn't look forward to stomping through any snow but the snow on the sledding hill where he was taking Cassie for their day out together.
She'd even called last night, excited about the new snow and wondering if it might interfere with part of their plans. He'd been able to reassure her that as long as it didn't storm today as well, the plans would be fine.
He walked up the cleared path, up the front steps onto the front porch, and rang the doorbell of the Fraiser house. In moments the door was opened by Janet, bundled up in an overly large sweater, who waved him inside.
"Good morning Colonel. It's a fine day for sledding isn't it? Cassandra's just getting some last minute things together."
"Good morning Doc," Jack returned the greeting, "and it sure is a great day."
"Hi Jack," Cassie appeared from the interior of the house, carrying a sledding saucer, a satchel of things swinging in her hand, and wearing her winter pants already.
"Hi kiddo," Jack returned. "Ready to finish getting dressed and go?"
Cassie shook her head as she leaned the saucer against the wall and set the satchel down with a noisy clunk on the entranceway floor. "I can't find my kite. Mom, where is it?"
"Kite?" Janet looked nonplussed.
"Yeah, my kite. I need it today."
Janet furrowed her brows at her daughter. "I thought you and the Colonel were going sledding today."
"Oh, we are," Cassie answered cheerfully. "But that's later. We have to fly kites today first."
Jack did his best not to fidget under the look that Janet turned on him in turn. After a moment, he surrendered. "It's Kite Flying Day today."
In response to that one of Janet's eyebrows arched in curve that would have made Teal'c envious. "In winter?"
Jack tried to look casual.
Janet did not look impressed.
"Come on, it may be winter, but it's still a great day to fly a kite. It's sunny and there's a light wind," Jack cajoled.
Janet pursed her lips and then turned to her daughter. "Go check in the guest closet if it wasn't in the back closet with the beach things. You might find the kite there."
Cassie nodded and disappeared back into the interior of the house.
Janet turned back to him when Cassie was out of earshot. "In winter Colonel?"
"Hey! Kites aren't just a summer activity. And it really is Kite Flying Day."
The look Janet gave him reminded Jack all too strongly of the looks Carter, Daniel, and Teal'c were wont to give him when he told them what holiday it was. Really, he didn't make these dates up so why did everyone look at him like he did?
She said a third time, "In winter?"
"Kites only need wind to work so really, they can be flown in any season. And it's not like I'm taking her out to fly one in a thunderstorm like crazy old Ben Franklin."
"I would hope not," Janet said sharply.
Cassie bounded back into the entranceway and held her colourful prize aloft. "Found it! I'm ready to go now!"
Janet looked from him to her happy daughter and then back to him with a resigned look. "Okay Colonel. You guys have fun today."
"Thanks Doc," Jack stated, knowing that she was granting her permission to take the kite with them. Said kite was passed to him to hold while Cassie finished getting her parka, toque, mittens, scarf and boots on. Kite, saucer, and satchel in hand they headed out into the brisk winter day to fly a kite to celebrate the day.
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"National Puzzle Day" [drabble, team, T]
Title: National Puzzle Day
Author: A. Karswyll
Rated: K
Words: 795
Summary: January 29th is a holiday that Jack O'Neill enjoys but when he asks for help one too many times, he finds himself making an unexpected bet over crosswords.
Season 7
29 January 2004
Jack turned the page of his morning newspaper with a soft rustle. The sound was lost in the low murmur of conversation and the rattle and clicking of cutlery and dishes in the commissary. Nine days after inauguration the news of the new president's swearing in no longer dominated the front page but it was still prominent in the interior pages and his eyes skimmed headlines and articles.
At last he reached the funnies and puzzles and he folded the paper back on itself to isolate the crossword puzzle. A crossword was an excellent way to take part in today's National Puzzle Day if he did say so himself. He might even try his hand at one of those Japanese math puzzles to really celebrate.
He pushed his tray to the side, careful not to push it into any of the trays of his teammates, and set the paper down and searched through his pockets for something to write with. Finding a pen, he uncapped it, and began penning in his answers to the clues. After writing in a handful of the answers he frowned at twenty-two across and looked up across the table at his second-in-command. "Hey Carter?"
"Yes Sir?" Carter looked up from her breakfast.
"I need a four letter word. Prefix with matter, proton or particle."
"Anti."
"Thanks," he looked down at the puzzle and penned her answer in.
"Sir?"
"Yeah?" Jack kept his eyes on the crossword as he studied the next across clue.
"Don't you think you can finish one without asking for help?"
"What?" he looked up at her in surprise.
"Your crosswords. You always ask me for help."
"I don't."
"You do too," Daniel interjected from his seat diagonal across the table as he looked up from his linguistic journal.
"Don't," Jack insisted.
"Do."
"Don't."
"You do O'Neill," Teal'c ended the argument from his seat on the left.
"Oh," Jack cleared his throat and looked back at Carter. "Sorry Carter, didn't mean to bother you with it."
"It isn't a bother Sir. It's just..." Carter looked a bit uncomfortable, "I think if you thought about it instead of asked me right away, you would get the answer yourself."
Jack thought about it and then thought about what holiday it was, and he leaned across the table. "Is that a challenge Major?"
Carter responded in kind and leaned across the table. "Do you want it to be Sir?"
"I don't know Major. What are you offering up?"
"Well," Carter leaned back to ponder things and then her expression brightened and she challenged. "A week worth of KP duties Sir."
"That's quite a bet there. You ready for a week of KP Major?" Jack taunted.
"Are you Sir?" she countered with a saucy little grin. "So this is the bet Sir. You finish a crossword without help and I do a week's worth of KP. You don't finish the crossword and you do a week's worth of KP."
Jack thought it over and then nodded his agreement. "Deal."
"So it's a bet." Carter stood beside the table and picking up her tray. "I'll go find another crossword for you—"
"No science journal stuff!" he objected.
"Don't worry Sir, I'm just going to find a different newspaper to get today's crossword from. There should be a New York Times or even a Cheyenne Edition around somewhere. And remember Sir, no getting help!"
"Don't worry Sam," Daniel chimed in, "I'll make sure he doesn't get any help from me."
"Good," Carter gave a satisfied nod and head high, sauntered away.
Jack watched her go. When the doors swung shut behind her, he pulled his eyes away and cleared his throat upon finding Daniel and Teal'c were giving him looks. "What? It's National Puzzle Day you know, I can't turn down doing a puzzle today."
Daniel shook his head. "If you say so Jack, if you say so."
"It is!"
"Oh, I don't doubt it's one of your weird holidays but really Jack, if you wanted to do a week of KP why didn't you just say so?"
Jack wagged his pen at Daniel who was looking oh so innocent. "Just you wait Daniel, just you wait. I'll complete the crossword and the next couple missions you'll be suffering through Carter's cooking."
He frowned. Actually, on second thought, maybe he should lose the bet. Nah, he shook his head, Carter hadn't managed to mess up MREs yet and besides, he hated doing dishes. Decision made he turned back to the crossword he'd started to get some more practice in. And if worst came to worst, and he didn't manage to finish the crossword and win, he could always bet double or nothing and give it another go.
-FINISHED
Author: A. Karswyll
Rated: K
Words: 795
Summary: January 29th is a holiday that Jack O'Neill enjoys but when he asks for help one too many times, he finds himself making an unexpected bet over crosswords.
Season 7
29 January 2004
Jack turned the page of his morning newspaper with a soft rustle. The sound was lost in the low murmur of conversation and the rattle and clicking of cutlery and dishes in the commissary. Nine days after inauguration the news of the new president's swearing in no longer dominated the front page but it was still prominent in the interior pages and his eyes skimmed headlines and articles.
At last he reached the funnies and puzzles and he folded the paper back on itself to isolate the crossword puzzle. A crossword was an excellent way to take part in today's National Puzzle Day if he did say so himself. He might even try his hand at one of those Japanese math puzzles to really celebrate.
He pushed his tray to the side, careful not to push it into any of the trays of his teammates, and set the paper down and searched through his pockets for something to write with. Finding a pen, he uncapped it, and began penning in his answers to the clues. After writing in a handful of the answers he frowned at twenty-two across and looked up across the table at his second-in-command. "Hey Carter?"
"Yes Sir?" Carter looked up from her breakfast.
"I need a four letter word. Prefix with matter, proton or particle."
"Anti."
"Thanks," he looked down at the puzzle and penned her answer in.
"Sir?"
"Yeah?" Jack kept his eyes on the crossword as he studied the next across clue.
"Don't you think you can finish one without asking for help?"
"What?" he looked up at her in surprise.
"Your crosswords. You always ask me for help."
"I don't."
"You do too," Daniel interjected from his seat diagonal across the table as he looked up from his linguistic journal.
"Don't," Jack insisted.
"Do."
"Don't."
"You do O'Neill," Teal'c ended the argument from his seat on the left.
"Oh," Jack cleared his throat and looked back at Carter. "Sorry Carter, didn't mean to bother you with it."
"It isn't a bother Sir. It's just..." Carter looked a bit uncomfortable, "I think if you thought about it instead of asked me right away, you would get the answer yourself."
Jack thought about it and then thought about what holiday it was, and he leaned across the table. "Is that a challenge Major?"
Carter responded in kind and leaned across the table. "Do you want it to be Sir?"
"I don't know Major. What are you offering up?"
"Well," Carter leaned back to ponder things and then her expression brightened and she challenged. "A week worth of KP duties Sir."
"That's quite a bet there. You ready for a week of KP Major?" Jack taunted.
"Are you Sir?" she countered with a saucy little grin. "So this is the bet Sir. You finish a crossword without help and I do a week's worth of KP. You don't finish the crossword and you do a week's worth of KP."
Jack thought it over and then nodded his agreement. "Deal."
"So it's a bet." Carter stood beside the table and picking up her tray. "I'll go find another crossword for you—"
"No science journal stuff!" he objected.
"Don't worry Sir, I'm just going to find a different newspaper to get today's crossword from. There should be a New York Times or even a Cheyenne Edition around somewhere. And remember Sir, no getting help!"
"Don't worry Sam," Daniel chimed in, "I'll make sure he doesn't get any help from me."
"Good," Carter gave a satisfied nod and head high, sauntered away.
Jack watched her go. When the doors swung shut behind her, he pulled his eyes away and cleared his throat upon finding Daniel and Teal'c were giving him looks. "What? It's National Puzzle Day you know, I can't turn down doing a puzzle today."
Daniel shook his head. "If you say so Jack, if you say so."
"It is!"
"Oh, I don't doubt it's one of your weird holidays but really Jack, if you wanted to do a week of KP why didn't you just say so?"
Jack wagged his pen at Daniel who was looking oh so innocent. "Just you wait Daniel, just you wait. I'll complete the crossword and the next couple missions you'll be suffering through Carter's cooking."
He frowned. Actually, on second thought, maybe he should lose the bet. Nah, he shook his head, Carter hadn't managed to mess up MREs yet and besides, he hated doing dishes. Decision made he turned back to the crossword he'd started to get some more practice in. And if worst came to worst, and he didn't manage to finish the crossword and win, he could always bet double or nothing and give it another go.
-FINISHED
"Fly Me to the Moon" [short story, Jack/Sam, MA]
Title: Fly Me to the Moon
Author: A. Karswyll
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Rated: M (FFnet), MA (elsewhere)
Words: 8,037
Summary: Jack is baffled. What do you do for a woman's 40th birthday when she routinely explores alien planets, has blown up a sun, and raced in the Loop of Kon Garat? Give her the moon of course. [Celebrating Sam's Birthday on 29 December.]
AN: Written of course for Sam Carter's birthday so—Happy Birthday Sam!
WARNING: the following story contains a graphic sex scene.
Author: A. Karswyll
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Rated: M (FFnet), MA (elsewhere)
Words: 8,037
Summary: Jack is baffled. What do you do for a woman's 40th birthday when she routinely explores alien planets, has blown up a sun, and raced in the Loop of Kon Garat? Give her the moon of course. [Celebrating Sam's Birthday on 29 December.]
AN: Written of course for Sam Carter's birthday so—Happy Birthday Sam!
WARNING: the following story contains a graphic sex scene.
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