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prowler_pilotHere we go....stupid humor blurb for a challenge aaaand a better Sam fic...
Challenge #11: Bustier, C-4, ice cream, dialogue only
Title: Birthday girl
Characters: Sg-1 + Thor
Rating: PG-13 (for minor innuendoes.)
Pairings: None, just a little reference to Jack’s feelings for Sam, if you want to call it that. For the sake of humor.
Spoilers: Minor for Upgrades.
DANIEL: I’m starved, is there something to eat?
SAM: Look in the freezer, there should be some ice-cream.
DANIEL: Great, which flavor?
SAM: Look at me, Daniel, I’m a single woman on her 32nd birthday.
DANIEL: Triple chocolate, then.
SAM: Yup. With chips. And there’s extra syrup in the fridge if you want.
JACK: Leave some for Cassie and the Doc!! He’s gonna wipe it out, you know.
- * - * - * - *
DANIEL: Ice-cream, someone? It’s now or never, there’s not much left.
SAM: You ate the whole thing?
JACK: Told ya.
DANIEL: Nope, left all the vanilla.
JACK: No one ever eats vanilla, Daniel. It’s all about the chocolate.
TEAL’C: I actually enjoy the taste of this aromatic plant, O’Neill.
JACK: I’ll never understand you.
DANIEL: *mouth full* Whasda? (What was that?)
TEAL’C: I believe a package was beamed on MajorCarter’s couch.
JACK: Let’s go take a look.
DANIEL: Jack, do you think it is wise? I mean, for all we know there could be C4 in that box.
JACK: I think we left all the C4 on that lovely Goa’uld ship.
SAM: There’s a card on it. No, they’re two. From…Thor…
DANIEL: From Thor?!?
TEAL’C: Indeed.
SAM: Maybe he just wanted to thank me for destroying those replicators.
JACK: Maybe. I think that card has my name written on it.
SAM: Right. Here you go.
* - * - * - *
SAM: And what would this be?
DANIEL: Some kind of…uh…there’s red lace…and black silk…strings…and…these looks like br…
SAM: Thor gave me a bustier for my birthday??
JACK: And not exactly the kind you can wear under your uniform.
TEAL’C: The Asgard might have not understood the purpose of such an item.
SAM: Which would be…
TEAL’C: Courtship of terrestrial males.
JACK: Have you been watching cable tv again?
DANIEL: He’s got the wrong size, though.
SAM: Ya think? The cups are…enormous.
JACK: You can use the spare space to hide weapons, or store files, or…
SAM: Not funny Sir.
JACK: Ok. Not funny.
- * - * - *
*Thor’s voice booms through the house*
THOR: Hello, my friends.
SAM, DANIEL, TEAL’C: Hello
JACK: Buddy.
THOR: I hope Major Carter got pleasure from receiving what you call a birthday gift.
SAM: Uh, yes, I…really liked it. Thanks.
DANIEL: Thor…just out of curiosity…why did you choose a bustier?
THOR: O’ Neill once expressed his wish for Major Carter to possess one of these.
*everyone looks at Jack*
JACK: Do’h
Title: Mirror (In science and life)
Rating: Pg-13 for non sexually related nudity
Pairings: implied Jack/Kerry, references to Sam/Jack UST, Sam/Pete
Classification: Sam POV, character introspection. Kind of stream of consciousness (not like Joyce’s…).
Spoilers: S7, S8, Major spoilers for the upcoming episode ‘Threads’.
Summary: Sam ponders her meeting with the General in ‘Threads’, and reaches a conclusion on the issue that is bugging her.
Author’s notes: As you all know, I know Pete only by name, and I’ve seen him only in LJ icons. So, I’m just assuming his character from what I’ve read here and in forums around the net. My feminist side got the better of me. I’m angry at Jack.
I should really work more on gen fic…but I have no time for bigger projects…
***
I shiver a little when I leave the comforting heat of the shower box, but I don’t reach for the bathrobe.
I’m in for a little masochism today.
I slide a finger on the steamy surface on the mirror, doodling meaningless lines before I wipe the whole surface with a hand.
I sigh as I eye my naked reflection up and down, from head to navel, where the glass lends above the sink. I absently run a comb through my wet hair, my last encounter with Jack playing endlessly in my mind.
I should have seen that coming.
He’s a General now, head of SGC. It means more responsibility, but also no more overnight missions, and more downtime.
Time to become aware that there are other women walking this planet.
Younger women, and more beautiful than me.
Like the one I met only a few hours ago.
Yep. She’s definitely younger.
Or maybe eight years of fighting and hard military life have taken their toll on me and my body and I look older. I sure feel older.
I’ve never given much importance to appearance actually, even in my teens.
I had no time to waste with make up, clothes and boys anyway. And probably that’s why I spent every prom night at home, studying.
Academy was the same, until I met Jonas, and the rest is history.
An image of Kerry’s long, curly hair flashes in my mind, and I keep combing mine in angry strokes, frustrated at the points sticking out in every direction as soon as the comb moves backwards.
No use letting it grow. It’d get in the way at work, and it’d never be soft anyway.
No conditioner anywhere else in the galaxy.
Aliens must have perfect hair. Those who have hair, obviously.
Same for moisturizing lotions.
No baby smooth skin for me.
I’m sure she has.
Soft skin and soft fingertips where I have scars and calluses from working in all climatic conditions.
And let’s not forget the alien weapons. Being held captive. Dying.
It’s my job.
I love it.
I wanted it.
It has never been an issue before.
And I don’t like that it has become one now.
There are some things, in this world…in science, and life…that we consider established truths. Points of reference. And although we know these…pillars, as strong as they may look, can crumble at any moment, there’s nothing to protect us when they do.
I used to think I could always go to him whenever I needed to.
Today I was proven wrong.
Not that I actually gave him the time to say anything, but…
Have my breasts always looked so small?
They barely fill my hands as I cup them both, moving to study my profile.
Damn you and your breasts, Sam.
It’s just a bad day. And Mama said there would be days like this, isn’t it, Janet?
Not worth losing my confidence over. I’m smarter than this. And I’m not a lonely teenager anymore. It will go as fast as it came. But it’s here now, and I wish you were, too.
Should stop thinking too much.
Should really…
“Sam? You home?”
The voice echoing through the empty house startles me, pulling me out of my reverie.
Pete.
I throw a glance at the clock. I didn’t realize it was so late.
He’s here before I can even answer, leaning against the doorframe, his eyes on my naked body.
“A guy could get used to such a welcome home, you know.” He smiles softly. “You are amazing.”
A small blush creeps up my cheeks, and I offer him a weak smile in return.
“Here.” He wraps a towel around me and kisses me hello as he pats me dry.
“Feel like going out to dinner?” He rubs his nose against my neck, bringing a more genuine smile to my lips. I feel him relax a bit against me.
“I was hoping for a relaxing evening actually, a light dinner…” And no risks to meet people I don’t really want to see now.
“Works for me. I, uh…saw the General this morning.” He tightens his hold on me. Maybe he knows more than he’s ever let on.
I lean more fully against him, bathing in his warmth and caring touch.
Maybe the accident at Jack’s house, in a sort of twisted way, helped me sort out things.
Well, everything about us was twisted and subtle.
What was clear for us both was rank.
And the future of our planet.
Enough to drown anything else.
“You ok?”
About what? Jack and Kerry? My career? You and me? The ring on my left hand?
I ponder the question for a moment, and he steps back, leaving me some space.
No thoughts.
Just feelings.
Don’t rationalize them.
Don’t. Don’t.
You can do it.
I can.
The answer is the same. For all the questions.
“Yes, I’m fine.” I stand on my tiptoes to kiss him fully on the lips.
In science, and in life, certainties sometimes crumble. And others can be found.
***
The end.
Current Mood:
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Challenge #11: Bustier, C-4, ice cream, dialogue only
Title: Birthday girl
Characters: Sg-1 + Thor
Rating: PG-13 (for minor innuendoes.)
Pairings: None, just a little reference to Jack’s feelings for Sam, if you want to call it that. For the sake of humor.
Spoilers: Minor for Upgrades.
DANIEL: I’m starved, is there something to eat?
SAM: Look in the freezer, there should be some ice-cream.
DANIEL: Great, which flavor?
SAM: Look at me, Daniel, I’m a single woman on her 32nd birthday.
DANIEL: Triple chocolate, then.
SAM: Yup. With chips. And there’s extra syrup in the fridge if you want.
JACK: Leave some for Cassie and the Doc!! He’s gonna wipe it out, you know.
- * - * - * - *
DANIEL: Ice-cream, someone? It’s now or never, there’s not much left.
SAM: You ate the whole thing?
JACK: Told ya.
DANIEL: Nope, left all the vanilla.
JACK: No one ever eats vanilla, Daniel. It’s all about the chocolate.
TEAL’C: I actually enjoy the taste of this aromatic plant, O’Neill.
JACK: I’ll never understand you.
DANIEL: *mouth full* Whasda? (What was that?)
TEAL’C: I believe a package was beamed on MajorCarter’s couch.
JACK: Let’s go take a look.
DANIEL: Jack, do you think it is wise? I mean, for all we know there could be C4 in that box.
JACK: I think we left all the C4 on that lovely Goa’uld ship.
SAM: There’s a card on it. No, they’re two. From…Thor…
DANIEL: From Thor?!?
TEAL’C: Indeed.
SAM: Maybe he just wanted to thank me for destroying those replicators.
JACK: Maybe. I think that card has my name written on it.
SAM: Right. Here you go.
* - * - * - *
SAM: And what would this be?
DANIEL: Some kind of…uh…there’s red lace…and black silk…strings…and…these looks like br…
SAM: Thor gave me a bustier for my birthday??
JACK: And not exactly the kind you can wear under your uniform.
TEAL’C: The Asgard might have not understood the purpose of such an item.
SAM: Which would be…
TEAL’C: Courtship of terrestrial males.
JACK: Have you been watching cable tv again?
DANIEL: He’s got the wrong size, though.
SAM: Ya think? The cups are…enormous.
JACK: You can use the spare space to hide weapons, or store files, or…
SAM: Not funny Sir.
JACK: Ok. Not funny.
- * - * - *
*Thor’s voice booms through the house*
THOR: Hello, my friends.
SAM, DANIEL, TEAL’C: Hello
JACK: Buddy.
THOR: I hope Major Carter got pleasure from receiving what you call a birthday gift.
SAM: Uh, yes, I…really liked it. Thanks.
DANIEL: Thor…just out of curiosity…why did you choose a bustier?
THOR: O’ Neill once expressed his wish for Major Carter to possess one of these.
*everyone looks at Jack*
JACK: Do’h
Title: Mirror (In science and life)
Rating: Pg-13 for non sexually related nudity
Pairings: implied Jack/Kerry, references to Sam/Jack UST, Sam/Pete
Classification: Sam POV, character introspection. Kind of stream of consciousness (not like Joyce’s…).
Spoilers: S7, S8, Major spoilers for the upcoming episode ‘Threads’.
Summary: Sam ponders her meeting with the General in ‘Threads’, and reaches a conclusion on the issue that is bugging her.
Author’s notes: As you all know, I know Pete only by name, and I’ve seen him only in LJ icons. So, I’m just assuming his character from what I’ve read here and in forums around the net. My feminist side got the better of me. I’m angry at Jack.
I should really work more on gen fic…but I have no time for bigger projects…
***
I shiver a little when I leave the comforting heat of the shower box, but I don’t reach for the bathrobe.
I’m in for a little masochism today.
I slide a finger on the steamy surface on the mirror, doodling meaningless lines before I wipe the whole surface with a hand.
I sigh as I eye my naked reflection up and down, from head to navel, where the glass lends above the sink. I absently run a comb through my wet hair, my last encounter with Jack playing endlessly in my mind.
I should have seen that coming.
He’s a General now, head of SGC. It means more responsibility, but also no more overnight missions, and more downtime.
Time to become aware that there are other women walking this planet.
Younger women, and more beautiful than me.
Like the one I met only a few hours ago.
Yep. She’s definitely younger.
Or maybe eight years of fighting and hard military life have taken their toll on me and my body and I look older. I sure feel older.
I’ve never given much importance to appearance actually, even in my teens.
I had no time to waste with make up, clothes and boys anyway. And probably that’s why I spent every prom night at home, studying.
Academy was the same, until I met Jonas, and the rest is history.
An image of Kerry’s long, curly hair flashes in my mind, and I keep combing mine in angry strokes, frustrated at the points sticking out in every direction as soon as the comb moves backwards.
No use letting it grow. It’d get in the way at work, and it’d never be soft anyway.
No conditioner anywhere else in the galaxy.
Aliens must have perfect hair. Those who have hair, obviously.
Same for moisturizing lotions.
No baby smooth skin for me.
I’m sure she has.
Soft skin and soft fingertips where I have scars and calluses from working in all climatic conditions.
And let’s not forget the alien weapons. Being held captive. Dying.
It’s my job.
I love it.
I wanted it.
It has never been an issue before.
And I don’t like that it has become one now.
There are some things, in this world…in science, and life…that we consider established truths. Points of reference. And although we know these…pillars, as strong as they may look, can crumble at any moment, there’s nothing to protect us when they do.
I used to think I could always go to him whenever I needed to.
Today I was proven wrong.
Not that I actually gave him the time to say anything, but…
Have my breasts always looked so small?
They barely fill my hands as I cup them both, moving to study my profile.
Damn you and your breasts, Sam.
It’s just a bad day. And Mama said there would be days like this, isn’t it, Janet?
Not worth losing my confidence over. I’m smarter than this. And I’m not a lonely teenager anymore. It will go as fast as it came. But it’s here now, and I wish you were, too.
Should stop thinking too much.
Should really…
“Sam? You home?”
The voice echoing through the empty house startles me, pulling me out of my reverie.
Pete.
I throw a glance at the clock. I didn’t realize it was so late.
He’s here before I can even answer, leaning against the doorframe, his eyes on my naked body.
“A guy could get used to such a welcome home, you know.” He smiles softly. “You are amazing.”
A small blush creeps up my cheeks, and I offer him a weak smile in return.
“Here.” He wraps a towel around me and kisses me hello as he pats me dry.
“Feel like going out to dinner?” He rubs his nose against my neck, bringing a more genuine smile to my lips. I feel him relax a bit against me.
“I was hoping for a relaxing evening actually, a light dinner…” And no risks to meet people I don’t really want to see now.
“Works for me. I, uh…saw the General this morning.” He tightens his hold on me. Maybe he knows more than he’s ever let on.
I lean more fully against him, bathing in his warmth and caring touch.
Maybe the accident at Jack’s house, in a sort of twisted way, helped me sort out things.
Well, everything about us was twisted and subtle.
What was clear for us both was rank.
And the future of our planet.
Enough to drown anything else.
“You ok?”
About what? Jack and Kerry? My career? You and me? The ring on my left hand?
I ponder the question for a moment, and he steps back, leaving me some space.
No thoughts.
Just feelings.
Don’t rationalize them.
Don’t. Don’t.
You can do it.
I can.
The answer is the same. For all the questions.
“Yes, I’m fine.” I stand on my tiptoes to kiss him fully on the lips.
In science, and in life, certainties sometimes crumble. And others can be found.
***
The end.
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Date: 2005-01-08 03:25 am (UTC)Birthday Girl- Hahaha!! Ah, those amusing Asgard! They're just party animals. Teal'c cracked me up. I liked that Daniel was noticing Sam's "size", lol, even it was pretty obvious. (I grasp straws where I can) Heehee!
Mirror- What a great little story. I really liked this piece on Sam. And it's interesting that it's Jack you're mad at. I know you haven't seen some of the eps, but a lot of the fans are all mad at Sam over the whole thing. They see her as betraying poor Jack with Pete. I don't see it that way at all, so I really like this story. It doesn't have Sam groveling in apology to Jack. It shows her wanting to be with him but knowing that things are maybe too far gone now to be the way she wants them. Anyway, I just really enjoyed it. Well done!
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Date: 2005-01-09 05:15 am (UTC)Mirror just came to me one moment and had to be written. Call me a twisted feminist, but while I can see Sam with another man (I so loved Narim), I can't stand the tought of Jack with another woman. Just looks make me nervous...and I'm a NoRomo...;oP
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Date: 2005-01-09 02:32 pm (UTC)OT3, yay! mmm.
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Date: 2005-01-10 03:07 pm (UTC)Glad I'm not the only one thinking like this...maybe because we know how Sam really feels, and she's kind of settling, because she doesn't want to be alone forever.
The question coming up in Threads is...is Jack still thinking of her or has he moved on?
And btw...never watched Brief Candle again after it aired here in 99 (and I have the S1 box set) and turned off TV after 10 seconds of 100days when I realized which ep it was....*blushes*
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Date: 2005-01-08 07:03 am (UTC)Mirror was undescribable in the good way. It was was brilliant.
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Date: 2005-01-09 05:18 am (UTC)Glad you liked both of them! Looking very forward to your fic for samcarter1000 now... :o)