Title: About Last Night....
Author: Wendy Parkinson
Email: wendyparkinson@hotmail.com
Category: Romance (S/J), challenge response
Spoilers: None
Rating: PG
Summary: Sam has too much to drink on a mission to P3X595
Disclaimer: Stargate SG-1 and its characters belong to MGM, Gekko
Corp and Double Secret Productions. This fan fiction was created
solely for entertainment and no money was made from it. Also, no
copyright or trademark infringement was intended. Any similarity
to real persons, living or dead , is coincidental.
All feedback and constructive criticism will be greatly
appreciated. No flames please.
copyright Wendy Parkinson January 1999
ABOUT LAST NIGHT......
The mission had been going well - so well that Colonel Jack
O'Neill was beginning to get worried. He looked out at the
crowded room and automatically scanned the throng for the other
three members of SG1. Teal'c was standing in the corner, looking
very stiff and very uncomfortable. He appeared to be trying to
make conversation with one of the local officials. From the
expression on his face he wasn't enjoying it. Daniel was on the
other side of the room surrounded by about six pretty girls all
hanging on his every word. Jack shook his head, sometimes their
archaeologist could be awfully slow on the uptake when it came to
women. His attitude seemed to be something like - I'm not
interested in them in that way so why should they care about me?
But they always did, and in droves. Jack completed his survey of
the room and realised he couldn't see Captain Carter. He put his
drink down and started to walk towards the door. She must be
around somewhere.
As he reached the doorway he heard music and the sounds of a
crowd shouting encouragement. He changed direction and followed
the noise. When he reached its source he was horrified at what he
saw. Sam Carter was dancing in the middle of a large group of
people and starting to take her T-shirt off to the loud whoops
and yells of the mainly male audience. Jack pushed his way
through to the front, firmly pulled Sam's shirt down and dragged
her away.
"You're a spoilsport, Sir. A nasty, rotten spoilsport. I was
enjoying myself."
She prodded him in the chest to emphasise her point. She tottered
slightly to one side, almost losing her balance. O'Neill grabbed
her arms and steadied her.
"Carter, have you been drinking?"
"Only this, Sir."
She waved a glass under his nose.
"It tastes like pineapple juice."
Jack took the offered glass and had a small sip.
"More like vodka and pineapple," he said, frowning.
"This is P3X595, not Earth. They won't have vodka." She
hiccuped. "Sir."
"Well, something like vodka, then. How many have you
had?"
"A couple of those bottles."
She pointed at a table nearby that was stacked with dozens of
identical bottles.
"I'd guess you've had too much then. I think we better get
you back to your room."
"Oh Sir, the party's only just got going. You're a
spoilsport."
"Yes, I know, you've told me once already."
Jack took hold of Sam's elbow and steered her down the corridor
to the sleeping quarters. He took the key from her and opened the
door to her room.
"There you go, Captain. You get some rest, I'll see you in
the morning."
As the Colonel turned to leave Sam grabbed hold of his sleeve,
pulling him into the room.
"Oh, don't go, Sir. We can have our own party here."
Jack started to protest and found that somehow Sam had shut the
door and put her arms round him at the same time. She began to
stroke his back then moved her other hand upwards and started to
run her fingers through his hair.
"Captain, what do you think you're doing?"
"Something I've wanted to do for ages."
Slightly unfocussed blue eyes met concerned brown.
"Captain Carter!"
He tried his best command voice, the tone he knew scared the hell
out of new recruits but it was having no effect on Sam. The hand
on his back was gradually working lower and he was beginning to
have problems concentrating. Then suddenly, she pulled him down
towards her and he found her mouth on his. His first reaction was
shock but then something else took over and he found himself
kissing her back. A little voice at the back of his mind was
telling him that this was wrong, that he was taking advantage of
a drunken woman who would never be doing this if she was sober.
Jack ended the kiss and looked down at Sam. She ran her finger
playfully down his cheek.
"You know Sir, you're the sexiest commanding officer I've
ever served under."
"Sam, you're going to regret....."
As he was speaking she started to sway, then her legs crumpled
under her and she passed out in Jack's arms. He shook his head
and smiled to himself as he lifted her onto the bed. Boy, was she
going to have a hangover tomorrow!
The next morning O'Neill left Teal'c and Jackson negotiating with
the town officials and went looking for Carter. After asking
several people he was directed to a small park. He spotted Sam
straight away, she was sitting in dappled shade under a tree
watching some swans on the lake in front of her. He cleared his
throat as he approached. She swung round, then immediately turned
away from him again, obviously embarrassed.
"Hello, Sir."
"Good morning, Captain. How are you feeling today?"
"Um... as well as can be expected under the
circumstances."
Jack sat down on the grass beside Sam and took a good look at her
while she was watching the lake. He'd been right - she must feel
awful. Bloodshot eyes, pale complexion, very quiet - she'd got
the hangover from hell.
Sam took a very deep breath.
"About last night, I owe you an apology, Sir."
"You think?"
Sam winced and ploughed on.
"I behaved appallingly, unprofessionally. I'm sorry,
Sir."
"Its OK, Captain. No harm done. You make a very entertaining
drunk."
Sam looked mortified. Jack couldn't resist asking something he
was dying to know.
"Just how much do you remember, Carter?"
"Everything, I think. From drinking that "pineapple
juice" at the party to telling you......."
She stopped when she realised what she had been about to say.
Jack helped her out.
"You compared me to other commanding officers you had
known."
Sam nodded wearily.
"What did I do after that?"
"You passed out. I caught you and put you on the bed."
"That's a relief." She let out the breath she hadn't
realised she'd been holding. "Thanks."
They lapsed into silence, both watching the swans moving
elegantly across the lake. Jack glanced at Sam and smiled to
himself.
"So, Captain, did you mean what you said?"
"W- what?"
"Your..... comparison?"
She continued to stare out at the water, summoned up her courage
and answered him.
"Yeah, I guess I did."
Sam risked a peek at him and was met by a mischievous grin and
twinkling brown eyes. His smile was infectious and seemed to be
getting closer. When their lips met, the kiss was tender and full
of promise. After what seemed like an eternity, they broke apart
and smiled shyly at each other. Jack gently toyed with Sam's
hair.
"I'm so glad you feel like that. I'd hate to lose out
to..... say...... Colonel Gibson or Colonel Jones. After all,
they are fat, fifty and balding."
"Jack..."
"Or Jim Sanderson..... or Colonel Woods....."
"Jack..."
"Or any of those "science types" at the
Pentagon...."
"Jack!"
He finally stopped talking and looked at Sam.
"Yeah?"
"Just shut up and kiss me."