Title: Deja Vu
Author: Wendy Parkinson
Email: wendyparkinson@hotmail.com
Category: Challenge Response, S/J romance
Spoilers: none
Challenge: 1999 Drive Me Crazy Challenge and 1999 Mole Challenge
Rating: PG13
Content Warnings: sexual situations and mild swearing
Summary: Jack just can't remember .......
Date: 19/8/99
Author's notes: This was written in response to Michelle's
challenge to write a sequel to her story 'Drive me Crazy'. I
recommend you read that first otherwise this won't make much
sense. It can be found on the Sam and Jack Archive or Heliopolis.
When I finished it I realised that it also fit the conditions of
the Mole challenge (set by Sam) - so there you have it - two for
the price of one! <g>
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 August 1999
DEJA VU
As he walked towards the briefing room Colonel Jack O'Neill let
out a long breath. It had been two days since they'd got back
from P3B139 and the little smiles and knowing glances from Daniel
and Janet were beginning to wear a bit thin. He'd even noticed
Carter watching him on several occasions when she didn't think he
was looking. Jack had come to the conclusion that he had done
something monumentally embarrassing on that planet and it was
irritating the hell out of him that he couldn't remember what.
The local hooch was strong stuff. It had made him so out of it
that the evening had started out a blur and had then degenerated
into a blank.
So what had happened? He seemed to recall being with Carter but
she said he'd been a perfect gentleman so it couldn't be anything
to do with her. Perhaps it was that skirt he'd had to wear? He
dismissed the idea almost immediately. For a guy his age, he was
in pretty good shape. He hadn't looked any sillier than Daniel in
the native costume and their archaeologist wasn't getting teased.
So what could it have been? He shook his head as he opened the
briefing room door.
He was greeted by the rest of SG1, Janet and General Hammond.
"Now we're all here, we might as well get started,"
said the General. He turned to Doctor Frasier who cleared her
throat.
"We need to go back to P3B139"
"Why?" exclaimed Jack, as he sat down.
"Because the drink they were serving has important medical
implications. I need to get more samples of it and ask how it's
made."
"Well, I guess it could be useful for people who need to
forget," mumbled the Colonel sarcastically.
Janet frowned at him. "Actually, sir, it's the way that it
only affected the men that's interesting."
"Enthralling, I'm sure."
Jack glanced round the room and noticed Carter trying very hard
to suppress a smile. A thought came to him. "Of course, if
we go back, it might jog my memory. You know, familiar places,
familiar faces....." As he spoke, he watched his Captain
very carefully. She looked worried. He concluded she didn't want
him to remember what had happened.
The General's voice penetrated his thoughts. "You leave at
1100 hours. Good luck, SG1."
"Chevron six encoded."
SG1 and Janet stood at the bottom of the ramp in the gateroom
waiting for the wormhole to form. Daniel turned to Jack. "I
guess this will be a mission to remember, Jack."
"Yes, unlike the last one, sir," added the Doctor,
trying to keep a straight face. O'Neill opened his mouth then
closed it again, for once at a loss for something to say.
"Chevron seven locked."
"SG1, you have a go," shouted the General over the
tannoy. As they began to move up the ramp the Colonel looked
round at his team. Janet and Daniel looked pleased with
themselves, and periodically shot little knowing glances towards
him. Hopefully, they would tire of teasing him soon, the joke was
getting old. Teal'c stood awfully close to the Doctor, staring
impassively into space. O'Neill turned towards the final member
of SG1. Captain Carter gazed dreamily at the floor, a happy,
wistful look on her face.
"Penny for them, Carter."
"What, sir?"
"Penny for your thoughts. You were miles away."
Sam blushed right to the roots of her hair, then stammered,
"Oh nothing, sir. Sorry, sir. I'll try to pay closer
attention, sir."
Jack stared at her in bewilderment. She'd called him 'sir' three
times in one breath and turned a delicate shade of beetroot. He
would love to know what she'd been thinking. Raising his eyebrows
slightly and smiling to himself, he followed his team as they
crossed the event horizon and were transported to P3B139.
After emerging from the gate, they fanned out, checking the area
was safe before heading towards the village. As he was bringing
up the rear, Jack didn't see the Guardian of the Village until
the rest of the team had stopped in front of it. "Now this I
do remember...." he groaned.
Janet and Sam stared up at the tower. "Do you think it was
modelled from life?" asked Janet innocently.
Sam looked at her friend in amazement. "You mean, did
someone pose for this while it was being made?"
Janet just managed to nod her head before they both collapsed
laughing.
"Now ladies, I'm sure you wouldn't be amused if Daniel,
Teal'c and I were laughing at an oversized model of part of your
anatomy, would you?"
Trying very hard to control themselves, the two women managed a
strangled, "No, sir," before they made their way
hurriedly along the track.
When they arrived at the settlement, the celebrations were still
in full swing. The village elders asked the men if they'd mind
getting changed into the skimpy local costumes again.
"Daniel!" hissed Jack. "I really don't want to do
this a second time, it was kind of draughty."
"Sir, please do as they ask," said Janet, "I want
to get on their good side. We don't want to upset them."
Realising that everyone was looking at him, Jack agreed,
"OK, but I want it known that I am not a happy camper."
"We won't forget, sir," said Carter cheerfully.
He looked at her suspiciously as he made his way to the hut to
get changed, but her face was a picture of innocence.
When he emerged from the hut, he scanned the village for the rest
of his team. His eyes immediately fell on Carter who sat watching
him, a very strange look on her face. Her eyes ran up and down
his body, scrutinising every inch of him. It made him feel
uncomfortable and slightly embarrassed. Catching her eye, he
questioned her with his gaze. She blushed and turned sharply
away. What on earth had he done to make her stare at him like
that? If only he could remember....
The evening dragged on. They sat round the fire watching Janet
locked in discussions with some of the local people. She tried to
find out what was in the drink and how it was made. It seemed a
very complicated process and the village elders were unwilling to
go into details. Jack found his mind wandering as he tried to
remember their previous visit. It was still a complete blank.
Letting out a deep breath, he sipped the drink he'd been given
very slowly, there was no way he was going to lose another night.
He kept getting the feeling that Carter was watching him but
whenever he looked up, her head was always turned away. Jack
shook his head. This was just peachy, paranoia was setting in.
Lost in a world of his own, desperately trying to recall
anything, he was vaguely aware that the negotiations were not
going well. His suspicions were confirmed when he heard Daniel
say, "Let's reconvene in the morning. Things will look
better after a good night's sleep."
There was a general murmur of agreement and the local people got
up and left. When they were out of earshot Janet said,
"Aarrgghh! They drive me crazy! Wanting to know every detail
of what we're going to use the stuff for! I don't even know that
myself yet!"
Jack had stopped listening when she said 'drive me crazy'. An
image had flashed into his mind. An image of his Captain, lying
naked beneath him. He was teasing her about a mole. "So
that's where it is! I've had a lot of sleepless nights wondering
about that!"
"Jack!........ JACK!" Daniel had his hand on O'Neill's
arm and was shaking him hard. "Are you all right?"
"Yeah, I think I might have remembered..." he started,
but when he saw the horrified look on Sam's face, he stopped
abruptly and shook his head. "No, I guess not."
Realising that whatever it was he couldn't remember definitely
had something to do with Sam, he decided to ask her about it when
they were alone. This had gone on long enough. He had to know.
Jack and Sam walked back towards their rooms, an uneasy silence
between them. When they reached her door, he took a deep breath.
"Captain, I'd like to ask you something."
"Yes, sir?"
He glanced over his shoulder, checking that no-one was within
earshot. "Perhaps this would be better in private. Could
we...?" Jack motioned towards her room.
"Sure, come in, sir."
She opened the door and he followed her into the room. They stood
in silence for a moment. "Hell, I can't think of a polite or
delicate way to say this."
"Just go for it, sir. You usually do."
"OK, this is going to sound unbelievably tacky but do you
have a mole on your.....?" He gestured at a point directly
over her heart, then winced in anticipation of her reaction.
"Yes," she said quietly. Jack looked at her curiously,
he'd expected a tirade about watching her in the shower, or being
a peeping tom, or at the very least a lecture on the perils of
being a middle-aged pervert. But she just stood there, waiting
for him to continue. Could that image be true? Had they....?
"Carter, when we were here before, did we...?"
"What?" She was looking at the floor, twisting her
hands together nervously.
"Oh come on, you know what I'm talking about!"
"No, I don't."
Sam still refused to meet his eyes. As he watched her, Jack's
mouth dropped open. It all added up. The little smiles, the
knowing glances, her not wanting him to remember. The image was
real, they'd had sex. It should have been one of the most
memorable nights of his life and all he could remember was her
mole. He felt anger bubbling up inside him. "OK, I'll spell
it out for you. Did we do the wild thing, screw, do the
horizontal tango, shag, jump, get physical, get laid....?"
He stopped abruptly when he saw her face. She looked horrified,
on the verge of tears. Instantly feeling horribly guilty for his
outburst, he breathed in slowly and continued, his voice almost a
whisper, "......did we make love?"
Raising her head to look at him she replied quietly, "Yes,
we did. I'm sorry, sir."
"Not half as sorry as I am."
"I shouldn't have let it happen, I was sober."
"I didn't force you, did I?"
"No!" she almost shouted. "I wanted to."
Jack closed his eyes and took a deep breath, as if searching for
some inner strength to continue. Sam spoke first. "You can't
remember any of it?" He shook his head wearily. "I
didn't force you either, sir. You were more than willing."
"Don't you think that under the circumstances you should be
calling me Jack?" Sighing, he rubbed his hand across his
face. "Sam, I know I would have been willing. What surprises
me is that you were."
She looked genuinely puzzled. "Why?"
It was his turn to seem confused. "What would a woman like
you see in an old soldier like me?"
Sam smiled. "You'd be surprised." She paused
thoughtfully for a moment, then carried on. "So, if you
weren't mad at me for taking advantage of you, why were you
angry?"
"My wildest fantasy comes true and the only thing I can
remember is that you've got a mole on your....." He waved
his hand vaguely in her direction. "Wouldn't you be
mad?"
"Your wildest fantasy?" she repeated. Jack glanced over
at her and nodded, the expression in his dark eyes unfathomable.
"I'm your wildest fantasy...." She sounded incredulous,
a smile slowly spreading across her features as his words sank
in. "You know, sir.... sorry, Jack," she said, taking a
couple of steps towards him, "if we repeated what we did
that night, it might jog your memory."
"You think?" His face broke into a grin, his brown eyes
twinkling. He moved slowly towards her. "So what did we
do....... exactly?"
"Well, it all started when I helped you onto the bed. I was
holding you like this." Sam put her arm round his waist and
led him towards the bed. Then she twisted round so they both fell
full length onto it in a tangle of arms and legs. "Then I
accidentally put my hand here." Jack gasped at the
unexpected contact.
"Then what?" he asked, his voice a strangled whisper.
"Well, to cut a long story short, I asked you to drive me
crazy."
Propping himself up on one elbow, he studied her face and smiled
gently. Slowly he leaned over and kissed her. When they broke
apart for air he muttered, "I still can't remember."
Sam looped her arm round his neck and pulled him towards her.
"Improvise," she whispered.
He kissed her again, more deeply this time. Pulling back, he lost
himself in her blue eyes. How could he have forgotten something
as magical as this? Smiling mischievously, he murmured, "We
might have to go over this a few times before my memory comes
back."
Sam smiled back. "Oh, what a shame....."