Flashback Friday Fic: Howling at the Moon (SG-1)

Welcome to Flashback Friday Fic where I go back and repost fic I wrote years ago.

Stargate SG-1
(Jack/Sam)
The moon has a direct effect on natural forces, like the tide, but it’s also said that it exerts a force over humans as well. On a mission, Jack finds out exactly how true that is, and he hopes Sam will never remember it.

2227 words | rating: PG-13

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“You should not be out on this night.”

Jack looked around for the hidden voice, finding a small man wedged in the shadows of two buildings. “Oh really?”

“Why not?” Daniel asked, concern raising his voice slightly.

“Did they not tell you? All who travel here know.”

Jack frowned. “Tell us what?” He didn’t like the sound of that.

“Of the pull of the moon. The moon creates the monsters. You must not be out on this night.”

“You’re out.” He eyed the squat little man with distrust.

“I am homely. My threat is low. You are…” he tilted his head back to view Jack’s face, “pleasing to the eye. You will have danger if you are out.”

Daniel’s face paled. “What danger?”

In the distance Jack heard a howl—a guttural, animal sound that chilled his skin. Daniel must have heard it, too. His head snapped around to stare along the street.

“You must go. You must be inside on this night. The moon…” The man disappeared into the dark leaving Jack feeling confused and more than a little apprehensive.

“What was that about?” Another howl in the distance had beads of sweat pop up along Jack’s brow.

“I think we should get inside,” said Daniel.

The howling grew louder, closer. Jack swallowed hard. “Yeah, maybe you’re right. Let’s go find Carter and Teal’c and get out of here.” Daniel didn’t need to be told twice, turning and hurrying back towards their lodgings. Jack followed behind at a slightly more sedate pace, keeping his eyes peeled for trouble. The growing howling wasn’t doing his nerves any favors.

At the end of the street two figures approached. “O’Neill,” Teal’c called, waving them over. Jack sighed of relief.

“Teal’c, Carter-” He trailed off when Carter came into view around Teal’c. She looked… off.

“Sam, what’s wrong?” Daniel moved to touch her but Teal’c put a hand out to stop him.

“I would not do that, Daniel Jackson. Something on this planet is ailing the women.”

[repost] Stargate Sg-1 fanfic: Plans Change

This is one of the first SG-1 fics I ever wrote, back in 2010. I remember I spent a very long, tiring morning wrapping presents for my kids. It was around four in the morning when I finished putting them out and sat down at the computer to relax. The story idea hit me, and I spent the next few hours writing. I think I might have laid down for a half hour before the kids go up. I’ve fixed some grammar errors in it.

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Plans Change

by jennickels (aka Jen Connelly)
Stargate SG-1
(Jack/Sam UST), Daniel, Teal’c
5253 words
rating: PG-13
WARNINGS:

Sam’s Christmas plans change unexpectedly. But that can be a good thing. A Christmas fic.

don’t own… wish I did, but I don’t. No infringement intended.

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Plans change. It happens every day to just about every person on the planet. The odds of plans not changing for a person are one in… Well, really high. Sam didn’t much feel like figuring out the math at the moment. Her plans had changed. She sat staring at the half packed duffel on the floor by her feet and sighed.

First she got a message from the SGC saying her dad couldn’t make it back for Christmas. Apparently the Tok’ra didn’t celebrate or care. Or he just hadn’t bothered telling them why he needed time off. No problem. She could accept that her dad was now some alien hybrid super hero off making the galaxy safe for all beings. It’s what he did. It’s what they all did. She understood, but didn’t relish having to try and explain it to her brother… without actually explaining anything.

It ended up not being a problem. She was half-way through packing her bag when the phone rang. She didn’t bother to check the caller ID, holding the receiver between her cheek and shoulder.

“Carter.”

“Wow, is that how you answer your phone?”

A smile spread across her face at the sound of her brother’s voice. “Hey, Mark. I’m almost packed, and my flight leaves at 1300, uh, 1PM this afternoon-“

“Yeah,” he said slowly, his voice changing subtly. “That’s what I was calling about.”

Sam had sighed and thrown herself face first onto her bed as she half listened to her brother’s excuse. The first Christmas she had off in years, and both her dad and brother blow her off. Plans change.

Stargate SG-1 fanfic: Inarticulate Speech of the Heart

Inarticulate Speech of the Heart
by jennickels (aka Jen Connelly)
Stargate SG-1
Sam/Jack
2630 words
rating: PG
WARNINGS:

The Tok’ra called. Sam went running. Jack followed. The world almost ended. Things will never be the same. Written for tokra_kree for the prompt: 103. SG-1, Sam/Jack, Sam returns from a mission – as a host. What does her husband Jack say?
don’t own… wish I did, but I don’t. No infringement intended.

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When a three star general wants something, there’s not much anyone can do to stop him. Jack would have laughed at Landry’s surprised expression, but he’d been too damn anxious to get through the ‘Gate. As it was, Hank barely even argued. There was a look of understanding, and maybe a touch of pity, in the man’s eyes.

The Tok’ra contacted them a week ago for the first time in years. Of course they needed SG-1’s help—something about the end of the universe and a bunch of other theoretical astrophysics that went right over Jack’s head. So, naturally Sam had to go. After two years of marriage he found it much harder to let go.

Stargate SG-1: Can’t Fight This Feeling

Can’t Fight This Feeling
by jennickels (aka Jen Connelly)
Stargate SG-1
Jack/Sam
1329 words
rating: PG
WARNINGS:

Sam’s always known where her heart resides, she’s just always tried to ignore it. Maybe now it’s time to unlock that door and see what happens. For obsessed_psyco.

don’t own… wish I did, but I don’t. No infringement intended.

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The sun on P2S-575 was bright, but the air coming down from the mountains in the west was cool and comforting. The civilization of the planet appeared to have died off centuries ago, causing Daniel to nearly wet his pants exploring the ruins of a castle that looked remarkably like something out of medieval times. Sam thought the place serene and beautiful. The colonel hadn’t been quite as enthused when they’d arrived, but he’d been quiet since. Teal’c, as usual, was indifferent. Sam wondered if he ever saw the beauty in the places they visited or if he was too jaded by his experiences in the service of the Goa’uld.

They walked through a meadow of wildflowers back to the Stargate. Daniel talked non-stop about theories and mysteries and archeological finds. Teal’c walked behind him, whether he was listening or not, Sam didn’t know, but Daniel also didn’t care. She smiled at the picture of them ahead of her, pollen kicking up like dust motes. Despite strong allergy medications, Daniel sneezed every few words. That made Sam smile even more. Her poor friend—always willing to suffer for his work.

Stargate SG-1: Heaven was Needing a Hero

Heaven was Needing a Hero
by jennickels (aka Jen Connelly)
Stargate SG-1
Jack/Sam
576 words
rating: PG-13
WARNINGS: main character death

From the prompt: Jack is the one who ascended, not Daniel, requested by meteorfire at comment_fic.

don’t own… wish I did, but I don’t. No infringement intended.

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The pain is intense. Sam didn’t know something could hurt so much. She bites down on her fist, pushes back the tears. There are cameras in here—in her lab. There are cameras everywhere. Prying eyes. There were always so many prying eyes. Her breath hitches as another wave of pain overtakes her. She’s going to be sick.

Stargate SG-1: Girls and Their Summer Clothes

Girls in their Summer Clothes
by jennickels (aka Jen Connelly)
Stargate SG-1
Jack/Sam
555 words
rating: PG
WARNINGS:

It’s summer. It’s hot. What did he think she was going to wear—a parka? Written for obsessed_psyco.

don’t own… wish I did, but I don’t. No infringement intended.

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This was bound to happen. It was only a matter of time. It’s not like Jack had never seen Carter out of uniform before. He wondered why he was shocked. Maybe it was the way the morning sun glinted off her hair, or the fact that her nails were painted a startling shade of red that matched her lipstick. Maybe it was the way she laughed, so at ease while she chatted with Daniel.

It could have been any of those things. But the truth was, it was the dress. Light gray with red stripes. Classic style, like his mom used to wear. The sleeves just barely covered her shoulders and the collar went straight across in the front. The waist fit tight, but the skirt hung loose coming just below the knee. She looked amazing.
“Jack,” Daniel called, finally noticing him gawking from ten feet away. Carter turned that mega-watt smile at him, her eyes sparkling. He needed to calm his racing heart before he went over there or she’d know. She’d be able to hear it pounding in his chest and she’d guess what he’d been thinking.

He swallowed hard then forced one foot in front of the other. “Hey,” he mumbled as he got close.

“Sir,” she said softly, head ducked.

“You look nice.” Crap, did he just say that out loud.

Her face flushed almost the same color as her lips—it made her all the more beautiful. “Thank you, sir.”

“You, uh-” She licked her lips, eyes darting over him then back to his face. “Look nice, too.”

Jack frowned down at himself. He was in cargo pants and polo shirt. When he looked back up at her she was biting her lip.

“Thanks, I guess,” he said, still a little confused. His mind kept getting distracted by her lips. She rotated between licking them and biting them. All Jack wanted to do was kiss them. He looked away as soon as the thought crossed his mind.

Carter gave a little cough. He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. She was blushing again and looking away. Jack wondered if she could read his mind.

Daniel cleared his throat. “If you two are done flirting, can we get going? I told Janet we’d pick Cassie up at eleven.”

Jack’s head snapped up. So did Carter’s. For some reason Jack couldn’t fathom, he let his eyes slide over to Carter. She was giving him the same sideways look, a tiny smile pulling at her lips. Jack grinned back before returning his eyes to his shoes.

“You guys know I’m still here, right?” Daniel threw his arms in the air. “I wish you two would just get a room already.”

He couldn’t help it—their eyes met again. Jack was pretty sure the heat he felt wasn’t from the sun. He wondered if Carter felt it, too. Although he probably shouldn’t be thinking about that. Daniel started mumbling to himself then wandered off. Jack didn’t know what to say. Well, he knew what he wanted to say, but all of it was inappropriate coming from a commanding officer to a subordinate. Carter gave him a knowing look. Damn, she could read his mind. Then she turned and followed Daniel, leaving Jack to watch her dress sway around her legs.

Stargate SG-1 fanfic: Heat Wave

Heat Wave
by jennickels (aka Jen Connelly)
Stargate SG-1
Jack/Sam
480 words
rating: PG-13
WARNINGS:

The air is heating up and Jack needs some cooling down after running into Sam at the store. Written for obsessed_psyco.

don’t own… wish I did, but I don’t. No infringement intended.

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The grocery store was abnormally crowded—everyone stocking up on sunblock and bottled water. It was going to be a hot one they said. At least in the low-90s. Even with the A/C blowing full blast the store felt like a sauna. Jack tugged at his shirt, fanning his hot skin.

He maneuver through the crowded aisle. All he wanted was some beer and a pound of hamburger. Burgers and beer—cant beat that on a hot summer day. He was staring at the depleted choices in the beer aisle when a couple kids came screaming by riding on a cart. He took a step to avoid being flattened, bumping right into someone. The contents of the woman’s hands clattered to the floor.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, dropping down to pick things up. He noticed her toes first—painted pink—and trapped in some kind of strappy contraption that he assumed was meant to be footwear. They looked uncomfortable to walk in, but what they did to her legs set his heart hammering. And her legs were, simply put, perfection. Well toned and tanned calves morphed into supple thighs that disappeared under a flowery skirt. Oh, god. He stood up, trying not to look at her chest that was fighting to escape the halter top of the dress.

“Um, I- Uh, I think…” His mouth went dry and apparently his head went dumb when confronted with a beautiful woman. He needed to get out of the mountain more often. “I think you dropped these.” Real smooth, O’Neill.

“Sir?”

Jack’s head shot up. “Carter?” He was pretty sure his voice cracked. “What are you doing here?”

She gave him a strange look then picked up the cheese and mustard from his hands. “Shopping.”

“Oh, right.” His eyes darted around, his thoughts racing to inappropriate places. He needed to think about something else.

“Are you all right?”

“Hmmm, yeah. Why?”

She frowned at him, taking the rest of her items. “You’re acting kind of weird.”

“No, I’m not,” he said quickly.

“That was weird,” she pointed out.

“Was not.”

“Was.”

“Not.”

Carter rolled her eyes. “Whatever you say, sir.” She shifted her weight, looking reluctant to leave. Jack racked his brain to think of a reason for her to stay. They both looked away at the same time. “Well, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Right, tomorrow. At work. Which we go to… tomorrow.” Where she’ll be in a uniform that covered all of the bits Jack was forcing himself not to look at.

Carter was still giving him a strange look. “Okay. Nice running into you, sir.” Her lips twisted into a small smile. Jack watched her walk away and—damn him—he couldn’t pull his eyes away from the way the fabric of her dress slid over her backside as she went. Things were so much safer in the winter.

Stargate SG-1 fic: The Moments Before Leaving

The Moments Before Leaving
by jennickels (aka Jen Connelly)
Stargate SG-1
Jack/Sam
638 words
rating: PG-13
WARNINGS:

What happened after Sam found about her transfer to Atlantis?

don’t own… wish I did, but I don’t. No infringement intended.

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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?”

Stargate SG-1 fic: Future Imperfect

Future Imperfect
by jennickels (aka Jen Connelly)
Stargate SG-1
Jack/Sam
1588 words
rating: PG
WARNINGS:

Future fic: Sam isn’t quite satisfied with the life her and Jack have developed but he thinks he might have found the cure. Inspired by the song, “You’re Still the One,” by Shania Twain although, in the end, the story has almost nothing to do with the lyrics.

don’t own… wish I did, but I don’t. No infringement intended.

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Sam stops mid-reach, her arm extended over her head holding a can of Campbell’s tomato soup. How’d she get here? It’s an odd thing to think while putting away the groceries. She slides the can onto the shelf with the others then reaches into the bag for more: cream of mushroom, cream of celery, barley beef. They eat a lot of soup apparently.

Stargate SG-1 fic: Back in Action

And here’s the other story from my sneak peek post yesterday.  This one is also Sam/Jack but a lot cheerier.  The prompt was “back to work”.  As usual I started thinking this would be short and it just went off in it’s own direction.

Back in Action
by jennickels (aka Jen Connelly)
Stargate SG-1
Jack/Sam
1522 words
rating: PG-13
WARNINGS: slight cussing

Jack’s feeling a little down when it takes longer than usual for him to heal after a mission. But Carter shows up to raise his spirits and help him out. If only his body can handle that on top of the injuries.

don’t own… wish I did, but I don’t. No infringement intended.

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It takes a lot longer to heal this time. That’s probably a sign to throw in the towel. But Jack plugs on. He sits up in bed with a groan, hands rubbing at the scruff on his face—he hasn’t bothered to shave since he left the SGC over a week ago. Not much point in it anyway when he’s just sitting around his house. Actually it’s a bit of a luxury.