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[REPOST] Stargate SG-1 fic: Fishing is Good

This story is being reposted from 2011 as part of this endeavor. It’s been lightly edited for spelling, punctuation, grammar and for clarity. See the original here.


Jack and Sam enjoy a leisurely mission along a lake. I’m sure there has to be some fish in that water.
570 words | [PG]

“I could stay here forever,” Sam murmured. The heat of the mid-day sun warmed her exposed skin, sending a pleasing shiver down her spine. She spread her limbs out letting the soft grass glide against her body. The ground felt cool and solid under her, and the smell of pine and freshwater saturated the air.

Next to her, the colonel rolled onto his stomach so he could see her face. His cheeks were slightly sunburned and his hair, now freed from his cap, was sticking up in impossible directions. She fought every urge to reach out and run her fingers through it. “It’s not bad,” he said, pulling up a long blade of grass to play with.

“It’s perfect.”

“The view’s good.” He squinted up at the horizon where three white-peaked mountains rose over the treeline. Like a royal family lording over their empire.

Sam let her head fall to the side, the bill of her hat guarding her eyes. He was staring down at his hands now as they twisted and pulled apart blade after blade of grass. “I bet the lake as fish.” She bit her lip and waited for his response.

Slowly, a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. Sam pressed her teeth deeper into her lip to keep her own grin hidden. “You think?” he asked, his voice sounding pleased.

“We could find out.” Read more…

[REPOST] Stargate SG-1 fic: Playing the Game: Rules Are Meant To Be Broken

This story is being reposted from 2011 as part of this endeavor. It’s been lightly edited for spelling, punctuation, grammar and for clarity. See the original here.


Jack visits Sam on Atlantis after she takes command. (With the premise that they didn’t get together after Threads.)
1,524 words | [PG]

“So what do you think, sir?” Sam watched his expression as she guided him through the labyrinth-like corridors of Atlantis. She’d been the expedition commander for six months now, and this was his first visit while she was in charge. She felt a nervous flutter of her stomach and wondered why. She’d felt less anxious going up for her first promotion review. This was General O’Neill after all.

After a moment, he turned to her, hands clasped behind his back. “Looks good, Colonel. Any problems since you’ve taken over.”

Relief swelled in her, and she shook away the cobwebs of doubt that invaded her head. “Not really. Just your typical disgruntled personnel.”

“There’s always a few that don’t adapt well to a regime change.”

She snorted. “I’d hardly call it a regime change, sir.”

“Going from a civilian command to military is a lot to take. Especially with a science expedition like this.”

“It hasn’t been that bad. And I think things have smoothed out rather nicely.”

He must have noticed her defensiveness because his expression softened with a smile. “I’m sure it has, Carter. I wasn’t trying to imply otherwise. I just know it’s… hard. Being in charge.”

She regarded him for several beats but found his words sincere. He knew from experience. She nodded in agreement. “It’s different here, though. We’re so far from home that we rely on each other a great amount so we’re all kind of like-”


She smiled up at him. “Yeah, family.”

“That’s good, Carter. You deserve to have family close.” Read more…

[REPOST] Stargate SG-1 fic: Simplifying

Jack tries to talk Sam into taking over as head of the SGC but Sam has other ideas.
995 words | [PG-13]

“You know, Carter,” Jack said as they rounded the corner heading for the bank of elevators, “you could just come back to the SGC.”

She walked next to him, hands clasped behind her back but looking completely casual. He marveled at her. “I suppose.”

Their heels clicked on the polished stone floor of the Pentagon. Jack nodded at several startled servicemen as they exited an office to his right. They eagerly got out of his way. Rank did have some privileges he thought with a smirk.

“You don’t seem too enthused at the thought.”

She shrugged.

“And that means?”

That got a bit of a smile out of her. “I hadn’t really thought about it, sir. After Atlantis and the Hammond-” She trailed off, her gaze getting glossy. She shook her head slightly before continuing. “I’m not sure I want to go back to the field.”

They arrived at the elevators, and Jack slammed his thumb into the up arrow. “Carter,” he said, keeping his voice low, “you have to realize you are on the shortlist to take over for Landry when he retires. A very short list.”

She shrugged again, her eyes never quite meeting his. Jack frowned. At her, at the elevator, at the situation. She seemed to notice his agitation because she gestured with her head at the stairs. Jack shoved the door open with a little more force than necessary.

“You want out, don’t you?” he accused. Read more…

[REPOST] Stargate SG-1 fic: Don’t Drink the Wine

This story is being reposted from 2011 as part of this endeavor. It’s been lightly edited for spelling, punctuation, grammar and for clarity. See the original here.

It’s cliché but so much fun when “aliens made them do it.” Daniel and Vala get caught after participating in a wedding ceremony on an alien planet. He really should know better by now.
834 words | [PG-13]

“Up and at ‘em, Jackson.”

A boot connected with Daniel’s side. He groaned and rolled away, snuggling deeper into his sleeping bag. His head was killing him—felt like a full marching band playing the 1812 Overture in there, complete with canons. The boot nudged him again, a little more insistent this time.

“Go ‘way,” Daniel mumbled. He was vaguely aware of other voices around him but had neither the will nor want to get up or even to try and understand what they were saying. After a short discussion, the foot ground into his back and shook violently.

“Get up.” Daniel recognized Mitchell’s voice, but he sounded like he was speaking from a great distance. And through cotton. His brain fought to catch up to his senses while the treads of his commander’s boot dug into his tender flesh. Daniel frowned into the soft fabric of his bag. Flesh? Something wasn’t right.

He reached a tentative hand over his body and let it drift over his back and around the boot still planted there. Where the hell was his shirt? The foot moved, and then he felt someone squat down next to his head. When Mitchell spoke again it was softer and closer to his ear.

“That’s right, Daniel, wakey-wakey. Time to get up and face the music.”

What was that supposed to mean? And why the hell was he naked? The realization that not only was his shirt missing, but his pants as well finally broke through the dense fog in his head. He pushed up on one arm and looked around—his vision still fuzzy from sleep. Read more…

[REPOST] Stargate SG-1 fic: Talk of the Town

This story is being reposted from 2011 as part of this endeavor. It’s been lightly edited for spelling, punctuation, grammar and for clarity. See the original here.

Sam and Jack get stranded on a planet when the Gate malfunctions. What to do with their time?
2,693 words | [PG-13]

“You know, Carter,” Jack said, kicking at a half-buried rock, “people are going to start talking.”

“About what, sir?” Her voice was muffled by the DHD—her head buried in the innards of the ancient device.


She looked up at him, squinting at the sun that glinted over his shoulder. “What about us?” She had that look in her eye. The one that said she thought she knew what they were not discussing.

Jack pulled his gaze away from her and stared at the barren horizon. This planet was desolate. No civilization. No habitation at all as far as they could tell. They did their tests, set up their equipment and huffed it back to the gate as quickly as possible.

“Just… these things keep happening to us,” he finally said with a slight grimace.

Carter grunted. “It’s not our fault the Gate malfunctioned.” She ducked back into the DHD, a string of muttered curses following her.

Jack smiled and tried to ignore the fact that all he could see was her wiggling backside. He quickly looked away, his thoughts confirming his concern over the situation. “No, it’s not. But when the same thing keeps happening to just us.”

“It’s not always just us, sir. Last time Teal’c got stuck with us.” She continued to grumble to herself as she tried to figure out the issue with the DHD this time.

“I know that. Doesn’t stop people from talking.” Jack kicked at the offending rock, finally breaking it free of its grave. It skittered across the hard-packed dirt landing next to Carter’s leg. She suddenly rocked back on her heels and threw a broken crystal into the now empty compartment with disgust.

“Since when do you care what people think?”

“I don’t.” Read more…

[REPOST] Stargate SG-1 fic: Amongst the Dust

This story is being reposted from 2011 as part of this endeavor. It’s been lightly edited for spelling, punctuation, grammar and for clarity. See the original here.

“Carter’s eyes continued to move swiftly from his eyes to his lips, and he did everything in his power to not mimic the movement himself.”
523 words | [PG]

“Sure is dusty down here,” Daniel said with another echoing sneeze.

Jack rolled his eyes. “It’s a basement, Daniel.”

Sam moved around the boxes to pat Daniel’s shoulder. “If your allergies are bothering you, why don’t you go upstairs?”

“I want to help-”

“Perhaps,” Teal’c interrupted, “we can procure some nourishment.”

“Good idea. Go get some food for us, Daniel. By the time you get back, me and Carter will be done.”

Daniel glanced at each of them then opened his mouth to answer but a sneeze overcame him. Jack just shook his head. He noticed Carter trying not to smile as Daniel left amid another bout of sneezing. Dust drifted in the sunlight filtering through the small windows dotting the exterior walls. It gave the entire room a slightly surreal feel.

“Let me help you with those, Carter.” Jack came up behind the major, his arms above his head to catch the teetering box she was attempting to shift onto a high shelf.

“Thanks,” she murmured, her voice sounding a little rough. Jack realized that might have something to do with him being practically wrapped around her still. In the dark basement. The dark, empty basement. He swallowed hard. Read more…

[REPOST] Stargate SG-1 fic: Jack the Spoilsport

This story is being reposted from 2011 as part of this endeavor. It’s been lightly edited for spelling, punctuation, grammar and for clarity. See the original here.

An alternate ending to the shower scene in the Broca Divide.
485 words | [R]

“I don’t think so.” Carter’s breath is hot in his ear, and she starts to trail kisses down his neck.

Jack groans in frustration as every nerve ending in his body fires at once, sending a shiver down his spine—something that normally he would appreciate but not right now with this woman who obviously wasn’t in her right mind. Carter must feel him tremble because she growls into his skin, and her touch roughens, teeth sinking into his shoulder. He sucks in a sharp breath, fighting for control—of himself and her.

“Carter-” His own voice is rough and giving away much more than he would like.

“Sir?” The way that word falls from her lips ignites even more lusty thoughts, nearly undoing what little internal control he has left. He pushes the shower fantasy to the back of his mind, thankful somewhere in there he still has some sense.

With great effort, he pulls away, trying to get his knees under him. But Carter has other ideas. She catches him off balance, hooking a leg over his hips and twisting. Jack crashes back to the ground shocked at her sudden increase in strength. She squirms in his grip until he finds himself flat on his back, the wet floor dampening his clothes. Read more…

[REPOST] Stargate SG-1 fic: Healthy Fear of the Dark

This story is being reposted from 2018 as part of this endeavor. It’s been lightly edited for spelling, punctuation, grammar and for clarity. See the original here.

Jack and Sam are trapped in the dark. What to do to bide their time?
923 words | [PG-13]

“Carter, watch your hands.”

“Sorry, sir; I can’t see.”

“Well, neither can I, but you don’t see me putting my hands-”

“I said I was sorry.”

“I know, Carter. Hold on a second. And watch those hands.” Jack maneuvered away from his second-in-command. At least as much as he could with their bodies pressed so closely together in the confined space. He tried to ignore the heat radiating off of her. Or maybe the heat was coming from him. Either way, it was getting too hot to be comfortable.

Jack slid his hands along the smooth surface surrounding them but didn’t find what he was looking for. With a sigh, he turned back around. His hands—despite trying very hard to be aware of where they were—landed on something soft. Something soft and attached to the woman currently occupying the area in front of him.

She stilled completely before he jerked his hands back with a mumbled apology—both reactions coming a few beats too late. To his relief, she just snorted in what he hoped was amusement.

“Anything?” she asked after they both recovered some of their dignity.

Jack shook his head then rolled his eyes at himself. Not that Carter could see either. “No. What happened to the lights?”

“I don’t know, sir. I came in to investigate that weird noise-”

“I know, I heard it, too. It was driving me nuts. And, BAM, it’s dark and then you were there and… the hands.” Read more…

[REPOST] Stargate SG-1 fic: Making Up For Lost Time

This story is being reposted from 2018 as part of this endeavor. It’s been lightly edited for spelling, punctuation, grammar and for clarity. See the original here.

Years ago Jack and Sam made a big mistake but now they’re going to make it up to each other… it’s going to take more than just one weekend, though.
605 words | [PG]

“I think we made a big mistake.”

Jack feels his stomach drop at Carter’s soft words. A vice tightens around his chest and his breathing quickens. He’s dreaded hearing something like that from her since the moment they gave up pretending there was nothing going on. They’re lying in his bed in Washington after a long day of political blustering that left Jack on edge to begin with.

He came home to find Carter on his stoop looking slightly nervous—her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her sweater. Jack couldn’t help but smile at the image she presented—nothing like the self-confident, strong colonel he had watched her grow into.

“Sir,” she had said then ducked her head. “I, uh, I mean Jack.”

Jack’s face had brightened at just that one word. “Carter,” he replied with a twinkle in his eye, taking the stairs two at a time. “Whatcha doing here?”

She had given him that look that always melted his heart and nearly melted his reserve on more than one occasion. He had let them into the dark house, and they settled in the kitchen, munching on cold pizza, chased down by even colder beers.

That had been three days ago. Now it’s Monday morning—early Monday morning—and real life is ready to invade again. Jack finally gets up the courage to look over at her. She’s curled on her side, her hand resting on his chest so he knows she can feel how fast his heart is beating—the rush of his blood drowning out all sound in his head. Read more…

[REPOST] Stargate SG-1 fic: The Moments Before Leaving

This story is being reposted from 2013 as part of this endeavor. It’s been lightly edited for spelling, punctuation, grammar and for clarity. See the original here.


What happened after Sam found about her transfer to Atlantis?
626 words | [PG-13]

When Sam got home from work that night, she wasn’t surprised to find him sitting in her living room. He had a habit of popping up when something was going on. She barely spared him a glance while pulling off her shoes and tossing her jacket in the closet.

“How long have you known?” she asked.

Jack made a face then rubbed the back of his neck.

She could guess the answer. “And you didn’t tell me?”

“Need to know,” was all he said.

Irritation welled up inside her. “You could have given me some kind of warning.”

Jack went to her, his hands warm along Sam’s arms, but her body refused to relax. He swallowed hard. “I wanted to. I almost did several times, but what difference would it have made? You would have been thinking about it this whole time instead of just… enjoying things.”

Sam knew he was right, but she still couldn’t shake the anger. “Were you in on it?”

His arms fell to his side, his face blanching. “Sam,” he pleaded, following her into the kitchen. “They came to me asking for recommendations to replace Weir. I had to be honest. No favors, remember?” Read more…

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