skydiver
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fic: cheesecake mornings
Title- Cheesecake Mornings
Author- Denise
E-mail - [email protected]
Category- Tag
Archive Heliopolis, Stargate fan, Anyone who wants it, just let me know
Season- 5
Spoilers ? Desperate Measures, Into the Fire, Hathor, Seth, Curse, Matter of time
Rating- PG-13
Content Warning- Ittle language
Summary- Things look clearer in the morning
Disclaimer Stargate Sg-1 and its characters are the property of Stargate (II) Productions, Showtime/Viacom, MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, and Gekko Productions. This story is for entertainment purposes only and no money exchanged hands. No copyright infringement is intended. The original characters, situations, and story are the property of the author. This story may not be posted elsewhere without the consent of the author.
Cheesecake Mornings
By
Denise
Jack cleared the last checkpoint and stepped out into the fresh evening air. Squinting against the setting sun he tried to remember if he'd left a pair of sunglasses in his truck.
As he made his way across the parking lot he stopped short at the sight of a small Volvo parked in the corner of the lot. What on Earth was she doing here? He knew she was on downtime. They were all on downtime until his arm healed. Normally Carter spending her off-hours working wasn't an extraordinary event but given what had happened in the last week, he'd expected her to actually stay home for once.
Then again, if there was ever a time for her to hide out behind a few dozen well armed guards, it was now.
With a sigh he turned on his heel and signed in, heading back into the bowels of Cheyenne Mountain.
Hoping he'd avoid running into Fraiser, he made a beeline for level 19 and Carter's lab. He paused at the threshold and observed his second in command for a minute. She was seated at the high table; her head propped on her hand. As he watched, she scribbled some notes then paused, chewing on the end of the pen.
"I know memory is the first thing to go but I seem to recall a discussion about leaving when you're on leave," he said, keeping his voice deliberately light as he walked into the room.
She gasped, dropping the pen and looking up with wide eyes. "Colonel. Janet released you?" she said, frowning at his civilian dress.
"Sorta. Actually I locked her in her desk drawer," he quipped. "I thought Hammond gave you the week off?" he asked, knowing full well the man had granted her the leave time, and would have given her more had she asked for it.
"Oh, he did, sir. But?a lot of stuff piled up while I was?gone. I just thought I'd catch things up."
"Aahah." He ambled over and made a show of reading over her shoulder, catching a flash of a grocery list before she turned the paper over. "Why don't you do me a favor and give a grumpy colonel a ride home?"
"Sir?"
"Fraiser said something about not driving," he lied.
"I'm sure you can get an airman," she protested.
"With the kind of budget crunch we're in? Come on," he grabbed her hand and pulled her off her perch. "The fresh air will do you good." He deliberately massaged his sore right arm with his left hand, hoping to instill some guilt into her. It was a low blow he knew, but he had a funny feeling it was the only way to get her to cooperate short of ordering her.
She pulled back then sighed and slumped. "Ok. Just give me a minute."
Releasing her hand, he watched her make her way around the room, turning off equipment as she went. He could see reluctance in every step and action, especially the way she kept glancing at the door as if she was hoping something would happen that would keep her on the base.
Twenty minutes later they finally reached the surface. He knew she'd deliberately taken her time changing into her civvies. It just served to confirm for him that he was doing the right thing.
"Here." He awkwardly tossed his car keys to her left-handed. She caught them and raised her eyebrows in question. "Nothing personal, Carter. But your car and I don't get along. Besides, I plan to enjoy my downtime and to do that, I'll need transportation."
"Colonel, if I drive your truck to your place, how do I get home?"
"I'll get you a cab," he said, climbing up into the passenger seat. He slammed the door closed and waited, hoping he hadn't pushed too far. He fought the urge to grin when she opened the driver's door and climbed in. Silently, she slid the key into the ignition and started the vehicle.
He could almost feel the tension emanating from her as she put the truck into gear and backed out of the space. Oh yeah, she was ticked off. Just not too much he hoped, or she'd never go along with the rest of his plan.
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Sam unlocked the front door to Jack's house and stood aside, letting him proceed her into the entryway. She awkwardly followed him through the short hall as he moved through the house, snapping on lights as he went. It was now dark outside, the enormous shadow of Pikes Peak sending the city into a premature twilight. And the dark was somewhere she really didn't want to be. He sat down in his armchair and popped out the footrest, sighing as he reclined back.
She stood there for another minute feeling her irritation mount as he continued to ignore her presence. Turning, she set his keys down on the small table and headed for the door. If she remembered correctly there was a convenience store just a couple of blocks away, she could call a cab from there.
"Sit down, Carter."
She turned back to see him staring at her. "Sir?"
"Sit," he ordered. Shooting him an angry look, she crossed to the sofa and sat down stiffly on the edge of the cushions. "Chinese or Italian?" he asked.
"Colonel?"
"You played taxi. I owe you dinner. Chinese or Italian?" he explained.
She relaxed a bit and stood up. "You don't owe my anything, colonel."
"Maybe not, but I want to. I?m hungry and I'm in no mood to eat alone," he said cajoalingly.
She thought for a minute. She should leave. Go call a cab and go home, or better yet, back to the SGC. But right now the thought of spending another night hiding under a mountain was almost as unwelcome as the thought of going back to her empty house. Besides, it was just dinner. "Valentino's lasagna," she said quickly before she could change her mind.
He picked up the cordless phone and lobbed it towards her. "Call it in." He got up from his chair. "I?m going to take a quick shower. Make yourself at home."
She watched him walk stiffly up the stairs and sighed. Make herself at home, huh? Oh, she would SO make herself at home.
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