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cassievalentineTitle: Brave New World
Fandom: Stargate: SG-1
Rating: PG13
Paring: Eventually Sam/Jack
Summary: Trying to hurry O'Neill along, Sam winds up stuck on Edora as well.
***
After their late night conversation, Sam and Jack settled back into a comfortable routine. They did the odd jobs around town that they always did and attended the village get togethers when they happened. Jack spent more time teaching Sam that fishing was about fishing, not fish. He was pretty sure that she was simply humouring him on that score, but he didn't really care.
She seemed to have pushed their impending homecoming to the back of her mind and he was glad of it because try as he might, he couldn't put it out of his mind. He was forever rehearsing what he was going to say to The Powers That Be that would make Sam look as innocent as possible.
In fact, he was refining his 'I take full responsibility for any and all actions that are seen as unbecoming to an officer of the United States Air Force' bit when she wandered into the clearing where he was felling some trees for fire wood. Several other men from the village were spaced out along the tree line doing the same.
"So that's what it sounds like," she said when she was a few feet from him. He leaned on the handle of his axe as he turned to look at her.
"What what sounds like?" he asked as he whipped some sweat from his brow.
"When someone is thinking really hard. You're always saying you can hear me thinking and I never thought you could do that until now." She smiled at him as she came closer, grabbing the nearby water jug on her way. "So, what has got you so concerned."
"Making sure I get the angle right so I don't send this tree the wrong way." She arched an eye brow at him as she considered his answer for a moment.
"Liar," she finally said. She heard him choke a little on the water he was drinking. "Jack?"
"It's nothing," he assured her. He didn't think she'd buy that answer and she didn't. "Will you accept that I'm just coming up with a plan B?"
"Plan B for what?" He sent a look in her direction and she understood.
"Well, we'll also have a plan C then," she told him, sounding a little guilty about the fact that she had been rehearsing her own speech for a few days now.
"Well, I always do like to be prepared," he said with a shrug. He took one more long drink before he handed the jug back to her. "I'll be home for supper," her told her, dropping a quick kiss onto her forehead. She said her goodbyes and Jack couldn't help but laugh as he heard her singing The Lumberjack Song under her breath as she headed back to the village.
***
Walter hesitated outside of Hammond's office. The stack of reports and papers that needed the Generals signature weren't a large concern to him, it was the message he had to give to Hammond that had him delaying.
"What can I do for you Sargent?" Hammond called from his office. He had just gotten off the phone when he saw Walter lingering by his door.
"Sir, here are the mission reports you wanted, as well as some off world requisitions and. . . " he trailed off as Hammond began shifting through the papers.
"And?"
"Senator Kinsey is on his way in, Sir," Walter said, looking almost like the words caused him pain. "He read the latest progress report on the Tollan's journey to Edora and he has some concerns."
"Concerns? Concerns about what?" Walter simply shrugged before telling the General that the Senator was expected within the hour before he made a quick escape. George sighed as he sat back in his chair and rubbed at the headache he felt forming. He knew exactly what Kinsey was coming to talk about, or should he say who Kinsey was coming to talk about.
He'd been watching SG-1 grow closer over the years and he'd been keeping an even closer eye on O'Neill and Carter. He knew that gossip was always running rampant on bases, especially secret ones where people spent more time with their colleagues than their own families. He normally didn't put much stock in it, but after hearing some of the whispers about O'Neill and Carter, he had started to keep a close eye on them.
The rumours had probably made it to Kinsey and the bastard was probably hoping to use their absence as a chance to get them out of the program, something he'd been gunning for since the first time he'd tried to shut the SGC down and SG-1 had defied their orders. Saving the world was not worth what it used to be, apparently.
With a sigh, Hammond fished around in his desk for a moment before he pulled out the bottle of aspirin he kept there. He quickly swallowed a couple of pills, trying to preempt the headache as his mind wandered back to Carter and O'Neill. What if there was something between them and this year on Edora had let them act on it? God, now that would be a nightmare waiting to happen. Sure, he'd be happy that they were happy, but he was also pretty sure that he wouldn't be able to pull them from the coals of Kinsey's sacrificial fire no matter how much he wanted to or how many markers he called in.
"Sir? Senator Kinsey is on his way down," Walter called to him. George Hammond heaved a rather large sigh before he lifted himself from his chair, straightened his belt and headed out to meet Robert Kinsey.
***
Fandom: Stargate: SG-1
Rating: PG13
Paring: Eventually Sam/Jack
Summary: Trying to hurry O'Neill along, Sam winds up stuck on Edora as well.
***
After their late night conversation, Sam and Jack settled back into a comfortable routine. They did the odd jobs around town that they always did and attended the village get togethers when they happened. Jack spent more time teaching Sam that fishing was about fishing, not fish. He was pretty sure that she was simply humouring him on that score, but he didn't really care.
She seemed to have pushed their impending homecoming to the back of her mind and he was glad of it because try as he might, he couldn't put it out of his mind. He was forever rehearsing what he was going to say to The Powers That Be that would make Sam look as innocent as possible.
In fact, he was refining his 'I take full responsibility for any and all actions that are seen as unbecoming to an officer of the United States Air Force' bit when she wandered into the clearing where he was felling some trees for fire wood. Several other men from the village were spaced out along the tree line doing the same.
"So that's what it sounds like," she said when she was a few feet from him. He leaned on the handle of his axe as he turned to look at her.
"What what sounds like?" he asked as he whipped some sweat from his brow.
"When someone is thinking really hard. You're always saying you can hear me thinking and I never thought you could do that until now." She smiled at him as she came closer, grabbing the nearby water jug on her way. "So, what has got you so concerned."
"Making sure I get the angle right so I don't send this tree the wrong way." She arched an eye brow at him as she considered his answer for a moment.
"Liar," she finally said. She heard him choke a little on the water he was drinking. "Jack?"
"It's nothing," he assured her. He didn't think she'd buy that answer and she didn't. "Will you accept that I'm just coming up with a plan B?"
"Plan B for what?" He sent a look in her direction and she understood.
"Well, we'll also have a plan C then," she told him, sounding a little guilty about the fact that she had been rehearsing her own speech for a few days now.
"Well, I always do like to be prepared," he said with a shrug. He took one more long drink before he handed the jug back to her. "I'll be home for supper," her told her, dropping a quick kiss onto her forehead. She said her goodbyes and Jack couldn't help but laugh as he heard her singing The Lumberjack Song under her breath as she headed back to the village.
***
Walter hesitated outside of Hammond's office. The stack of reports and papers that needed the Generals signature weren't a large concern to him, it was the message he had to give to Hammond that had him delaying.
"What can I do for you Sargent?" Hammond called from his office. He had just gotten off the phone when he saw Walter lingering by his door.
"Sir, here are the mission reports you wanted, as well as some off world requisitions and. . . " he trailed off as Hammond began shifting through the papers.
"And?"
"Senator Kinsey is on his way in, Sir," Walter said, looking almost like the words caused him pain. "He read the latest progress report on the Tollan's journey to Edora and he has some concerns."
"Concerns? Concerns about what?" Walter simply shrugged before telling the General that the Senator was expected within the hour before he made a quick escape. George sighed as he sat back in his chair and rubbed at the headache he felt forming. He knew exactly what Kinsey was coming to talk about, or should he say who Kinsey was coming to talk about.
He'd been watching SG-1 grow closer over the years and he'd been keeping an even closer eye on O'Neill and Carter. He knew that gossip was always running rampant on bases, especially secret ones where people spent more time with their colleagues than their own families. He normally didn't put much stock in it, but after hearing some of the whispers about O'Neill and Carter, he had started to keep a close eye on them.
The rumours had probably made it to Kinsey and the bastard was probably hoping to use their absence as a chance to get them out of the program, something he'd been gunning for since the first time he'd tried to shut the SGC down and SG-1 had defied their orders. Saving the world was not worth what it used to be, apparently.
With a sigh, Hammond fished around in his desk for a moment before he pulled out the bottle of aspirin he kept there. He quickly swallowed a couple of pills, trying to preempt the headache as his mind wandered back to Carter and O'Neill. What if there was something between them and this year on Edora had let them act on it? God, now that would be a nightmare waiting to happen. Sure, he'd be happy that they were happy, but he was also pretty sure that he wouldn't be able to pull them from the coals of Kinsey's sacrificial fire no matter how much he wanted to or how many markers he called in.
"Sir? Senator Kinsey is on his way down," Walter called to him. George Hammond heaved a rather large sigh before he lifted himself from his chair, straightened his belt and headed out to meet Robert Kinsey.
***
