Opportunity #2: Getting Caught
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Title: The Opportune Moments, Opportunity #2: Getting Caught
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patriot_jackie
Rating: G
Word Count: 1,750
Genre: Humor/Fluff
Tonight’s Letter: You know what I miss about the SGC? Dropping by yours and Daniel’s labs to annoy the h-ll out of you. Because annoying Daniel never gets boring, and annoying you, well… That never gets boring either, I guess.
AN: Wow. It’s been a while on this thing, huh? Sorry ‘bout that. Judging by my incomplete edits, I’d say I got dragged down by changing these chapters from 3PO to "in-character 1PO letter-style." Anyway. Hopefully I can be a little more consistent with these updates now.
Prologue
Opportunity 1: The War
Opportunity #2: Getting Caught
It had been a long day. Nothing extraordinary or terrible had happened, but let it never be said that there was a boring day in the city of Atlantis.
They’d intercepted an encoded subspace communication, but had oddly yet to determine its meaning. They weren’t sure if it was an error in the message’s sending or protective feature of the communiqué to guard against exactly what they were doing. They were all hoping for the latter; if they could determine it was a safety feature and mimic it for their own communications, it would be a great advancement for communications on Earth, as well as for them in Pegasus.
McKay and the others were working on it, but Sam really wasn’t expecting anything to come of it soon. Rodney was being his usual irritable self, but for whatever reason, he was getting at the other scientists and engineers. It had caused such a lively ruckus that she’d had to come down herself from a briefing with one of the returning teams to break it up.
She’d almost felt like sticking each of the participating parties in the corner.
With a sigh, she reached up and loosened the tie in her hair, letting the strands fall gratefully down to her shoulders. It was times like these that she wished for Daniel’s presence. With the two of them working on it, she and Daniel would have the problem isolated to either a security system or a corrosion of data in no time, and then he would take care of the translating. It wasn’t overconfidence on her part; they just worked that well together – a byproduct of working closely for ten years, minus his stints while he was “dead.”
With a beat of anticipation, she looked to the drawer of her nightstand wherein the box containing the letters from Jack and Teal’c were hidden. Maybe she’d get lucky and just happen to fish out the second part of Jack’s story.
But she made herself wait: bed routine first.
Ten minutes later, teeth brushed, face washed, and dressed in a tank top and loose black bottoms, Sam propped up her pillow and slid into bed. She then reached for a white envelope at the bottom of the pile, hoping she’d find the correct one.
Sam opened the letter:
You know what I miss about the SGC? Dropping by yours and Daniel’s labs to annoy the h-ll out of you. Because annoying Daniel never gets boring, and annoying you, well… That never gets boring either, I guess.
D-mn. No such luck. Oh well. It was in there somewhere; she continued reading…
Surprising you, too. That never gets old. Like the time you found me in your lab without you… in it already.
This plan, like most of my better plans, happened at the loop ends, specifically to avoid consequences. – There won’t be any consequences now that I’m telling you these things, right? – There were only a few minutes left in the loop, and I thought you were in the chow hall, that I’d successfully diverted your attention with your favorite dessert. I should have known you’d figure me out. You told me point blank that I never scarfed down my cake, but I brushed you off, telling you I had somewhere to be and left you with your jello.
Undoubtedly, you stayed there only for a few seconds before following me. And you know, now that I’m actually telling you this, maybe you can answer my question, because I’ve wondered about it ever since: if you knew what I was doing, why the h-ll did you let me break into your lab? I mean, come on, Carter! I know you don’t remember, but you know yourself. That just still just seems so cruel, getting my hopes up! And I had a reason to get in there! – I always had a reason to break into your lab when I did.
Anyway. I don’t know how long you were standing there, but I’d only been inside for maybe two minutes. Almost immediately, I had found what I needed: your heaviest pair of gloves. I’d seen you wear them a thousand times before, and I just knew they were perfect for what I needed to do next. When I turned around and saw you leaning in the doorway, I may have been… slightly surprised.
I tried to hide my hands behind my back, but I knew you’d already seen, so I gave it up.
You pressed off the door and walked inside, with that look you get when you’re not sure whether to be irate or amused. You know, eyes narrowed, jaw clenched, and the corner of your mouth twitching just so… Ahem.
“Sir?”you finally said, finishing the visual inspection of your lab. I hadn’t touched anything – which you knew! Except for the gloves, of course.
“Carter?”
“Is there a reason you’re wearing my gloves?” You were unnervingly calm and impassive. Too calm and impassive.
“What? Don’t want to share?” I wiggled my fingers in the heavy gloves that were always overly large on your hands; they seemed to be a perfect fit for me.
“Sharing’s not the problem, Sir, though it’s usually preceded by asking permission.” You just had to get that dig in there. “It’s just… those are the gloves I use if I have to handle something that’s radioactive.”
I looked at those gloves in a new light, then. “Oh! Well, I’d say that I chose wisely, then.”
“If you don’t mind my asking, Sir, what are you going to be handling?”
“Daniel’s underwear.”
Now in retrospect, that probably wasn’t the best answer I could have given you. Should have given you. All the innuendos… You eyes practically fell out of your head.
“Excuse me? – Sir?!”
Not that I didn’t know you would react that way. But I couldn’t resist.
“Ah! Carter,” I said holding my gloved hands up without further explanation. “He deserves it.”
You are so hot when you’re confused.
Of course by this point, you were pretty horrified, too… Come to think of it, that whole "deserved" line could be taken multiple ways. And you’re probably a little shocked right now as well, reading this. Let me go ahead and explain right now that my intentions were to handle Daniel’s underwear in a completely non-sexual way. Totally platonic. – Well, maybe not platonic per se… Perhaps in more of a… hazing sort of way. Oh, alright. I was going to give him a monster wedgie; one with “accessories” included. I say again that he deserved it. Loop after loop after loop, learning an ancient language that he was tediously translating… Sam. I swear on the SGC, it was TORTURE.
I swore such to you then, too, but you still had that nauseated look on your face.
“You still haven’t told me what you’re intending to do with my gloves, and what that has to do with Daniel’s underwear!”
Around this point, I knew I needed to escape and started inching towards the door. You, of course, followed. “I’ll tell you, but only if you promise to let me go.”
“That depends on your answer.”
“Depends on my- Carter, I’m running out of time here!”
“Time for what exactly? Those are my gloves on your hands, and if you’re intending to soil them with Daniel’s undergarments-“
“Aww, geez, Carter! Soil? Really?” Seriously, Carter? Because you actually said that.
“-Then I have a right to know!”
Blah blah blah. We argued until we were just in front of the doorway, and I knew you intended to keep me there. “Carter, if you make me miss this opportunity-”
“Then you’ll have another in a few hours. Spill it, Sir!”
With the clock ticking, I made a decision to run for it. You anticipated my move, and we ended up squeezed together, facing each other in the doorway.
Your arm was blocking me from leaving, hand resting on the jamb behind me level with my neck.
I’d like to say something happened here, but nothing did. No more retorts or witty banter or anything else. We just stood there, staring at each other. I’ve told you a million times that you’re gorgeous, Carter. So…honestly, I forgot about Daniel and the wedgie. I forgot about the time limit, too. You left your hand there, but I had no intention of moving. By then, I never would have made it, anyway.
I… may have leaned closer, giving into temptation. You were willing.
“Is it terrible if I hope I’m wrong about not remembering any of this?”
Geez, Sam. Your eyes when you asked me that – your voice… I couldn’t look away. I don’t know if I even answered you. I know I regretted taking the gloves then, and I know that when I looped only an instant later, frustration didn’t cover the half of it. (Actually, my Fruit Loops ended up all over Daniel; it sort of made up for the wedgie, or rather the lack-thereof.)
You know, the fact that I put this on paper better score me some major points or something, because that was a lot more romantic than I thought it would be. Difficult as it was to write though, I have to admit I’m glad I wrote it; I never could have told you this face-to-face, and you deserve to know.
Yours Always,
Jack
Sam put the letter down quickly, heart pounding. His abrupt ending communicated volumes about his embarrassment, and a wave of longing crashed over her. She vaguely recalled this one – namely the end. She’d dreamt of it once, and closing her eyes, she attempted to bring it to her mind’s eye.
It was of little use; the images were fuzzy at best, slipping away whenever she got close to grasping them. Somewhat frustrated, she sighed and stared unseeing at the ceiling. He was right; it was a pretty romantic moment. She wondered if she’d feel as thwarted when she read other recollections of his – and she desperately hoped he’d written more like this. She was well aware that they had shared other such moments that she could not recall, and not only because she’d dreamed of them.
She was reading about these interactions from Jack’s point of view.
She bit her lip, heart fluttering in her chest. It was a poor substitute, especially since nothing had ultimately happened in this particular episode, but… Sam pulled the pages back to her and read the letter again. And again. And again.
TBC…
AN: This chapter was never intended to be so fluffy, but considering how long it’s been since I updated, I changed that.
I extend an invitation to anyone who has an idea for an Opportunity to share such. I promise credit! ;)
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Title: The Opportune Moments, Opportunity #2: Getting Caught
Author:
patriot_jackieRating: G
Word Count: 1,750
Genre: Humor/Fluff
Tonight’s Letter: You know what I miss about the SGC? Dropping by yours and Daniel’s labs to annoy the h-ll out of you. Because annoying Daniel never gets boring, and annoying you, well… That never gets boring either, I guess.
AN: Wow. It’s been a while on this thing, huh? Sorry ‘bout that. Judging by my incomplete edits, I’d say I got dragged down by changing these chapters from 3PO to "in-character 1PO letter-style." Anyway. Hopefully I can be a little more consistent with these updates now.
Prologue
Opportunity 1: The War
It had been a long day. Nothing extraordinary or terrible had happened, but let it never be said that there was a boring day in the city of Atlantis.
They’d intercepted an encoded subspace communication, but had oddly yet to determine its meaning. They weren’t sure if it was an error in the message’s sending or protective feature of the communiqué to guard against exactly what they were doing. They were all hoping for the latter; if they could determine it was a safety feature and mimic it for their own communications, it would be a great advancement for communications on Earth, as well as for them in Pegasus.
McKay and the others were working on it, but Sam really wasn’t expecting anything to come of it soon. Rodney was being his usual irritable self, but for whatever reason, he was getting at the other scientists and engineers. It had caused such a lively ruckus that she’d had to come down herself from a briefing with one of the returning teams to break it up.
She’d almost felt like sticking each of the participating parties in the corner.
With a sigh, she reached up and loosened the tie in her hair, letting the strands fall gratefully down to her shoulders. It was times like these that she wished for Daniel’s presence. With the two of them working on it, she and Daniel would have the problem isolated to either a security system or a corrosion of data in no time, and then he would take care of the translating. It wasn’t overconfidence on her part; they just worked that well together – a byproduct of working closely for ten years, minus his stints while he was “dead.”
With a beat of anticipation, she looked to the drawer of her nightstand wherein the box containing the letters from Jack and Teal’c were hidden. Maybe she’d get lucky and just happen to fish out the second part of Jack’s story.
But she made herself wait: bed routine first.
Ten minutes later, teeth brushed, face washed, and dressed in a tank top and loose black bottoms, Sam propped up her pillow and slid into bed. She then reached for a white envelope at the bottom of the pile, hoping she’d find the correct one.
Sam opened the letter:
You know what I miss about the SGC? Dropping by yours and Daniel’s labs to annoy the h-ll out of you. Because annoying Daniel never gets boring, and annoying you, well… That never gets boring either, I guess.
D-mn. No such luck. Oh well. It was in there somewhere; she continued reading…
Surprising you, too. That never gets old. Like the time you found me in your lab without you… in it already.
This plan, like most of my better plans, happened at the loop ends, specifically to avoid consequences. – There won’t be any consequences now that I’m telling you these things, right? – There were only a few minutes left in the loop, and I thought you were in the chow hall, that I’d successfully diverted your attention with your favorite dessert. I should have known you’d figure me out. You told me point blank that I never scarfed down my cake, but I brushed you off, telling you I had somewhere to be and left you with your jello.
Undoubtedly, you stayed there only for a few seconds before following me. And you know, now that I’m actually telling you this, maybe you can answer my question, because I’ve wondered about it ever since: if you knew what I was doing, why the h-ll did you let me break into your lab? I mean, come on, Carter! I know you don’t remember, but you know yourself. That just still just seems so cruel, getting my hopes up! And I had a reason to get in there! – I always had a reason to break into your lab when I did.
Anyway. I don’t know how long you were standing there, but I’d only been inside for maybe two minutes. Almost immediately, I had found what I needed: your heaviest pair of gloves. I’d seen you wear them a thousand times before, and I just knew they were perfect for what I needed to do next. When I turned around and saw you leaning in the doorway, I may have been… slightly surprised.
I tried to hide my hands behind my back, but I knew you’d already seen, so I gave it up.
You pressed off the door and walked inside, with that look you get when you’re not sure whether to be irate or amused. You know, eyes narrowed, jaw clenched, and the corner of your mouth twitching just so… Ahem.
“Sir?”you finally said, finishing the visual inspection of your lab. I hadn’t touched anything – which you knew! Except for the gloves, of course.
“Carter?”
“Is there a reason you’re wearing my gloves?” You were unnervingly calm and impassive. Too calm and impassive.
“What? Don’t want to share?” I wiggled my fingers in the heavy gloves that were always overly large on your hands; they seemed to be a perfect fit for me.
“Sharing’s not the problem, Sir, though it’s usually preceded by asking permission.” You just had to get that dig in there. “It’s just… those are the gloves I use if I have to handle something that’s radioactive.”
I looked at those gloves in a new light, then. “Oh! Well, I’d say that I chose wisely, then.”
“If you don’t mind my asking, Sir, what are you going to be handling?”
“Daniel’s underwear.”
Now in retrospect, that probably wasn’t the best answer I could have given you. Should have given you. All the innuendos… You eyes practically fell out of your head.
“Excuse me? – Sir?!”
Not that I didn’t know you would react that way. But I couldn’t resist.
“Ah! Carter,” I said holding my gloved hands up without further explanation. “He deserves it.”
You are so hot when you’re confused.
Of course by this point, you were pretty horrified, too… Come to think of it, that whole "deserved" line could be taken multiple ways. And you’re probably a little shocked right now as well, reading this. Let me go ahead and explain right now that my intentions were to handle Daniel’s underwear in a completely non-sexual way. Totally platonic. – Well, maybe not platonic per se… Perhaps in more of a… hazing sort of way. Oh, alright. I was going to give him a monster wedgie; one with “accessories” included. I say again that he deserved it. Loop after loop after loop, learning an ancient language that he was tediously translating… Sam. I swear on the SGC, it was TORTURE.
I swore such to you then, too, but you still had that nauseated look on your face.
“You still haven’t told me what you’re intending to do with my gloves, and what that has to do with Daniel’s underwear!”
Around this point, I knew I needed to escape and started inching towards the door. You, of course, followed. “I’ll tell you, but only if you promise to let me go.”
“That depends on your answer.”
“Depends on my- Carter, I’m running out of time here!”
“Time for what exactly? Those are my gloves on your hands, and if you’re intending to soil them with Daniel’s undergarments-“
“Aww, geez, Carter! Soil? Really?” Seriously, Carter? Because you actually said that.
“-Then I have a right to know!”
Blah blah blah. We argued until we were just in front of the doorway, and I knew you intended to keep me there. “Carter, if you make me miss this opportunity-”
“Then you’ll have another in a few hours. Spill it, Sir!”
With the clock ticking, I made a decision to run for it. You anticipated my move, and we ended up squeezed together, facing each other in the doorway.
Your arm was blocking me from leaving, hand resting on the jamb behind me level with my neck.
I’d like to say something happened here, but nothing did. No more retorts or witty banter or anything else. We just stood there, staring at each other. I’ve told you a million times that you’re gorgeous, Carter. So…honestly, I forgot about Daniel and the wedgie. I forgot about the time limit, too. You left your hand there, but I had no intention of moving. By then, I never would have made it, anyway.
I… may have leaned closer, giving into temptation. You were willing.
“Is it terrible if I hope I’m wrong about not remembering any of this?”
Geez, Sam. Your eyes when you asked me that – your voice… I couldn’t look away. I don’t know if I even answered you. I know I regretted taking the gloves then, and I know that when I looped only an instant later, frustration didn’t cover the half of it. (Actually, my Fruit Loops ended up all over Daniel; it sort of made up for the wedgie, or rather the lack-thereof.)
You know, the fact that I put this on paper better score me some major points or something, because that was a lot more romantic than I thought it would be. Difficult as it was to write though, I have to admit I’m glad I wrote it; I never could have told you this face-to-face, and you deserve to know.
Yours Always,
Jack
Sam put the letter down quickly, heart pounding. His abrupt ending communicated volumes about his embarrassment, and a wave of longing crashed over her. She vaguely recalled this one – namely the end. She’d dreamt of it once, and closing her eyes, she attempted to bring it to her mind’s eye.
It was of little use; the images were fuzzy at best, slipping away whenever she got close to grasping them. Somewhat frustrated, she sighed and stared unseeing at the ceiling. He was right; it was a pretty romantic moment. She wondered if she’d feel as thwarted when she read other recollections of his – and she desperately hoped he’d written more like this. She was well aware that they had shared other such moments that she could not recall, and not only because she’d dreamed of them.
She was reading about these interactions from Jack’s point of view.
She bit her lip, heart fluttering in her chest. It was a poor substitute, especially since nothing had ultimately happened in this particular episode, but… Sam pulled the pages back to her and read the letter again. And again. And again.
TBC…
AN: This chapter was never intended to be so fluffy, but considering how long it’s been since I updated, I changed that.
I extend an invitation to anyone who has an idea for an Opportunity to share such. I promise credit! ;)
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Date: 2011-08-01 05:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-02 05:04 pm (UTC)WOOT! Thanks! Glad you thought it was so funny, too. :D When I read it years later, I'd completely forgotten where I was going with it; I may have snorted my drink when I read the "Daniel's underwear" line. XD