SG-1 Short fic : Sam/Daniel : Season One
Don't you hate it when everything is flowing and then it just STOPS? For no reason?
Title: Adherance
Author: pepsicolagurl
Fandom: Stargate SG1
Prompt: 039. Contagious
Character/Pairing: Daniel Jackson/Sam Carter
Rating: PG.
Word Count:
Summary: Daniel Jackson's return to the land of the living causes some reactions that he frankly never expected.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: Third part of a three part series. It's helpful to read part one The First Crack and Breaking Apart before this one. Takes place after the Season one episode "Fire and Water", and before "Singularity". Also alludes to a line from "One False Step" (Season Two, Episode 19). All spoilers up to Fire and Water.
He was afraid that if he moved his wrist up to eye level in order to see his watch, she would take notice of him.
And although Daniel Jackson was curious about the time and just how long he had spent standing in the doorway of the lab watching her, he just couldn't pull his eyes away. There was something poetic in the frantic, jilted way that Sam moved around her lab. Her Air Force training, while violent, gave her grace and fluidity to her movements. Watching her move around the familiar surroundings of her lab was like watching a fine dancer on the stage, or listening to an operatic wonder sing a love song. This time, however, he could only liken her movements to that of someone acting out a death scene. It was violent, tragic, brusque, and beautiful.
And it was heartbreaking.
Daniel sighed softly and tucked himself more firmly against the door jamb, determind to continue watching her until she noticed him, and he wasn't going to fo a thing to make her look his way. He knew that Janet Fraiser would have skinned and flayed him alive if she found out that he hadn't immediately gone from the infirmary to his private quarters, but he felt that setting things right with Sam was a necessity, and more than worth waiting awhile before getting some much needed sleep. After all, less than twenty-four hours ago, he'd been presumed dead. The flag had been folded for him, the flowery speeches had been made, and the tears had been wiped away. And then he had emerged from the water, like some sort of God. That was a laugh. Him, Daniel Jackson, a God, after spending so much of his life devoted to studying them.
It had been a warm homecoming for him, which was another amusing thought, since he had walked through the 'gate soaking wet, his t-shirt and cargo pants clinging to him. He could feel the blush rise to his cheeks when he thought of that. He was so self-conscious of his body, not that there was anything wrong with it, but when he compared himself to Jack and Teal'c...
No, he had emerged on the Earth side of the 'gate, and even though all the soldiers were there with their gun sights trained on SG-1, and Doctor Fraiser had brought along a small contingent of medics and nurses, he had been met by a handful of bright grins. And like a disease running rampant through the embarkation room, the grins spread like wildfire until everyone was deaming at the sight of the first contact team whole and together. The control room was where the applause had started, after the iris had been closed behind them and the wormhole disengaged. Even the General had clapped his hands together a few times, before leaning over the microphone.
"Welcome back, SG-1. And Doctor Jackson." A whistle from the back of the room cut through the applause. "Debriefing in one hour. Except for you, Doctor Jackson. We'll get you tomorrow," he added when he saw the look Fraiser had sent him.
Daniel had been submitted to the mother of all medical exams, all while dressed in a pair of scrubs and with numberous warm blankets wrapped around his shoulders. Every time he had opened his mouth to complain, Fraiser just shot him that infamous look that half the mountain was afraid of, and he would shut his mouth and smile sheepishly. By the time she was done with him, his tongue felt like it was full of splinters, his ear ached from how many times his temperature had been taken, and there were already four small bruises blossoming in the crook of his elbow. He wasn't sure if there was any blood or urine left in his body when Janet released him, under the condition that he take a long, hot shower in order to warm up and then head directly to bed. As she told him, he needed to be well-rested in order to go through the same battery of tests tomorrow. In his opinion, she and her staff had done everything they could to him, short of exploratory surgery.
But he had followed half her orders, which was better than he usually did. He had gone directly into the locker room, and after making sure that no female personel were around, he had stripped himself of the blue scrubs, wrapped his old blue robe around himself, and with towel in hand, went to enjoy what was probably the second best shower in his life. The first best was, of course, the day he had come back from Abados. No matter how wonderful life had been out there, there had been no plumbing, whether indoor or outdoor. Just like he had during that first shower, the first twenty minutes had been spent standing still under the steamy spray, eyes closed, head tipped back. Fraiser had said that because of the exposure in Nem's underwater lair, Daniel's body temperature was lower than she liked, but not dangerously so. Hence the hot shower. Hence his blissful expression.
Almost an hour after he had turned the shower on, he had stepped out in a cloud of steam, his "for shower only" flip-flops smacking loudly against the tile floor. He rubbed the back of his head furiously, tangled and knotted hair be damned, wanting it to be mostly dry before he left the warm, steamy shower room. By the time he was done with the towel, his longer than fashionable hair had dried back to its usual light brown. He shivered when he went back to the locker room and changed back into another, clean and dry, pair of cargo pants and long sleeved black shirt.
And then he went to go seek out Sam.
Jack would be fine within a day or so. He had already made Daniel swear that he would come over in tweo days when they both had leave, for an afternoon and evening of heavy beer drinking, bad movies, and excellent barbecue. Daniel knew full well that Jack would get ridiculously drunk before saying something heartfelt and embarassing to both of them. The air between them would be cleared and nothing more would be said until it became something that they could laugh about. Teal'c had already moved past the incident, of course. He had given Daniel that almost scary and slightly disturbing grin before clasing his forearm with his large, warm hand. He had intoned in that rich, deep voice of his, "Welcome back, Daniel Jackson. You were greatly missed." Daniel had managed an embarassed mumble that had sounded like a thank you.
But Samantha Carter, Captain in the USAF, astrophysisist, and damned near genius, was the one that he was concerned about. Oh, that was rich, he thought. He comes back, supposedly from the grave, after allegedly burning to death and HE was concerned about someone else. Not that Daniel was surprised. He had been called a lot of things during his thirty some years but Jack had put it most succinctly, perhaps: "You just care too damned much." That had been after another one of those missions that caused the Colonel to drink himself into a stupor. Nevertheless, there was Daniel, standing with his right side pressed against the door jamb, arms crossed in his most comfortable position, eyes glued on the now sitting form of Sam.
Sitting, but not resting. Sam was perched on the edge of her desk chair, peering at the computer screen as her fingers moved like lightning on the keyboard. It didn't take long for her to discover a problem or a mistake in the text she was typing out, and Daniel watched anxiously as her frown became deeper, color racing to her face. For a moment, he wondered if he should duck and cover. He rexognized the look on her face, though he had saw it so infrequently. It was her "Sam Carter is pissed" face.
It began innocently enough. She growled at her computer screen, and her fingers hit a number of keys. Daniel watching from the doorway as all the text she had been working on was highlighted and then erased. He winced, knowing what that felt like. And then, for the next few minutes or so, she sat there, breathing heavily, her anger growing. He had only seen her act like that once, and then he had been too in awe of her to do anything, but this was a different case altogether. Insitinctively, he just knew that she wouldn't be able to work her way through this.
And so he cleared his throat and watching as her shoulders tensed even more. "Sam?" he asked softly, taking note of how she didn't spin around in her chair to face him, as she normally would have. "Sam, it's me. Daniel. I was-"
"I know who you are," she said tightly, her eyes glued to her computer monitor.
He hesitated, unsure of how to continue. There were two different ways to go about the situation, he figured. He could either walk away and leave her alone, and he could push and push at her until she got it out of her system and he knew she would be okay. He also figured that he wouldn't be much of a friend if he did the former. Which was why he ducked his head and let his hair fall in his eyes, shielding himself from the image of an irate Sam Carter. "Mind if I come in?" he murmured, his tone completely opposite from hers.
She sighed. "I'm sorry, Daniel, but I'd prefer to be left alone."
His head came back up when he didn't hear the tell-tale creak of her chair, and he took a single step into the room, reaching behind him to shut the door quietly. She frozen when she heard the soft click of the lock. "So..uh...everything okay?" Now she did face him, her blue eyes blazing, face mottled red with her anger. "Guess not."
"This really isn't the time or place for this," she told him, grinding out the words.
"Well, you're half right. This definitely isn't the place for it, but I can't think of a better time." His words were just as soft and gentle as the smile he sent her way, trying to give her some sort of assurance that he wasn't trying to be the bad guy in this situation. She only gave him a half patient sigh as he walked closer to her, pulling open a drawer on her left side. He dug around for a moment before pulling out a set of keys, dangling them enticingly from his hand.
"Daniel?" she questioned, some of the anger retreating from her eyes. But it was only replaced by sadness, which only worried him more.
Swallowing his concern for a moment, he smiled, that same half-patient smile that meant he was eventually going to get what he wanted, regardless of anything that may stand in his way. And really, the only thing in his way at the moment was Sam herself.
"Care for a drive?"
The ride had been deathly quiet. While he knew that the cold bunker of the SGC, practically screaming out its military standards and practices wasn't the proper setting to deal with Sam, neither was the small sedan she owned. Some conversations just weren't meant for a science lab, or a car, for that matter. But he had also been at a loss of where to take her. His first thought was to take her to his apartment, before he remembered that all of his stuff had been packaged up and put in storage, his apartment no longer leased to him, on account of the fact that he had supposedly been dead. But they needed privacy for their impending discussion, and Sam seemed to realize it as well. In a very quiet, very calm voice, she gave him a set of directions.
They ended up at her small house, just as the thick grey clouds overhead decided to open up. For a moment, they just sat there, listening to the already heavy rain, watching it hit the windshield. Sam was the first to move, as she leaned over from the passenger seat and removed the keys from the ignition, taking a deep breath before she opened the door on her side and jumped out, jogging for the front door. Daniel gave her a bit of a head start to get the door open as he locked the car from the inside, slamming his door shut before running to join her in the foyer of her one-storey house.
She closed the door behind hima nd automatically locked the door, as they both shed themselves of their damp jackets and soggy shoes. Mutely, she led him into the living room and he stood in the open entry way for a moment, drinking in the essence of Sam.
The room seemed larger than he had anticipated, after seeing the size of the house, but he knew that it was partly because of how she made the room her own. The egg-shell white walls were bare, but the overabundance of large green leafy plants more than gave the room the life that it sorely needed. Daniel reached out a hand to brush against one particularily large leaf, his eyebrows lifting in surprise. "They're all alive," Sam said quietly, from where she was standing beside the couch.
Their eyes met and for the first time, he saw the raw pain and betrayal etched on her face. Outside the cold sterility of the SGC, the masks were dropped and their true emotions were showing. Sam's living room seemed to have the same affect on them as sitting by a campfire on another world. She blamed him, whether she knew it or not, because he had unwillingly caused the pain she felt. He took a deep breath and a step forward, resting his hand on her bare upper arms. She sucked in a breath quickly- his hands felt like ice.
Sam wasn't a short woman, nor was she particularily tall, but Daniel had a few inches on her and he ducked his head to meet her eyes once more. "So am I, Sam. I'm alive, too. I'm not dead."
And that was all it took. Her blue eyes swam with tears that quickly overflowed. Daniel watched the first one come down her face and he moved a hand to brush it away with his thumb. Without realizing it, she tilted her head towards his hand, nuzzling her cheek against his knuckles. Taking his cue from her, he stepped forward again, entering her most intimate and private space, lifting his hands away from her momentarily to wrap his arms around her. She stiffened for a moment, but she soon leaned into the embrace, closing her eyes and bowing her head so that it would rest against his chest, in order for her to hear his heartbeat. To know that he was really and truly alive.
Psst. Am I the only one still here?
Title: Adherance
Author: pepsicolagurl
Fandom: Stargate SG1
Prompt: 039. Contagious
Character/Pairing: Daniel Jackson/Sam Carter
Rating: PG.
Word Count:
Summary: Daniel Jackson's return to the land of the living causes some reactions that he frankly never expected.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: Third part of a three part series. It's helpful to read part one The First Crack and Breaking Apart before this one. Takes place after the Season one episode "Fire and Water", and before "Singularity". Also alludes to a line from "One False Step" (Season Two, Episode 19). All spoilers up to Fire and Water.
He was afraid that if he moved his wrist up to eye level in order to see his watch, she would take notice of him.
And although Daniel Jackson was curious about the time and just how long he had spent standing in the doorway of the lab watching her, he just couldn't pull his eyes away. There was something poetic in the frantic, jilted way that Sam moved around her lab. Her Air Force training, while violent, gave her grace and fluidity to her movements. Watching her move around the familiar surroundings of her lab was like watching a fine dancer on the stage, or listening to an operatic wonder sing a love song. This time, however, he could only liken her movements to that of someone acting out a death scene. It was violent, tragic, brusque, and beautiful.
And it was heartbreaking.
Daniel sighed softly and tucked himself more firmly against the door jamb, determind to continue watching her until she noticed him, and he wasn't going to fo a thing to make her look his way. He knew that Janet Fraiser would have skinned and flayed him alive if she found out that he hadn't immediately gone from the infirmary to his private quarters, but he felt that setting things right with Sam was a necessity, and more than worth waiting awhile before getting some much needed sleep. After all, less than twenty-four hours ago, he'd been presumed dead. The flag had been folded for him, the flowery speeches had been made, and the tears had been wiped away. And then he had emerged from the water, like some sort of God. That was a laugh. Him, Daniel Jackson, a God, after spending so much of his life devoted to studying them.
It had been a warm homecoming for him, which was another amusing thought, since he had walked through the 'gate soaking wet, his t-shirt and cargo pants clinging to him. He could feel the blush rise to his cheeks when he thought of that. He was so self-conscious of his body, not that there was anything wrong with it, but when he compared himself to Jack and Teal'c...
No, he had emerged on the Earth side of the 'gate, and even though all the soldiers were there with their gun sights trained on SG-1, and Doctor Fraiser had brought along a small contingent of medics and nurses, he had been met by a handful of bright grins. And like a disease running rampant through the embarkation room, the grins spread like wildfire until everyone was deaming at the sight of the first contact team whole and together. The control room was where the applause had started, after the iris had been closed behind them and the wormhole disengaged. Even the General had clapped his hands together a few times, before leaning over the microphone.
"Welcome back, SG-1. And Doctor Jackson." A whistle from the back of the room cut through the applause. "Debriefing in one hour. Except for you, Doctor Jackson. We'll get you tomorrow," he added when he saw the look Fraiser had sent him.
Daniel had been submitted to the mother of all medical exams, all while dressed in a pair of scrubs and with numberous warm blankets wrapped around his shoulders. Every time he had opened his mouth to complain, Fraiser just shot him that infamous look that half the mountain was afraid of, and he would shut his mouth and smile sheepishly. By the time she was done with him, his tongue felt like it was full of splinters, his ear ached from how many times his temperature had been taken, and there were already four small bruises blossoming in the crook of his elbow. He wasn't sure if there was any blood or urine left in his body when Janet released him, under the condition that he take a long, hot shower in order to warm up and then head directly to bed. As she told him, he needed to be well-rested in order to go through the same battery of tests tomorrow. In his opinion, she and her staff had done everything they could to him, short of exploratory surgery.
But he had followed half her orders, which was better than he usually did. He had gone directly into the locker room, and after making sure that no female personel were around, he had stripped himself of the blue scrubs, wrapped his old blue robe around himself, and with towel in hand, went to enjoy what was probably the second best shower in his life. The first best was, of course, the day he had come back from Abados. No matter how wonderful life had been out there, there had been no plumbing, whether indoor or outdoor. Just like he had during that first shower, the first twenty minutes had been spent standing still under the steamy spray, eyes closed, head tipped back. Fraiser had said that because of the exposure in Nem's underwater lair, Daniel's body temperature was lower than she liked, but not dangerously so. Hence the hot shower. Hence his blissful expression.
Almost an hour after he had turned the shower on, he had stepped out in a cloud of steam, his "for shower only" flip-flops smacking loudly against the tile floor. He rubbed the back of his head furiously, tangled and knotted hair be damned, wanting it to be mostly dry before he left the warm, steamy shower room. By the time he was done with the towel, his longer than fashionable hair had dried back to its usual light brown. He shivered when he went back to the locker room and changed back into another, clean and dry, pair of cargo pants and long sleeved black shirt.
And then he went to go seek out Sam.
Jack would be fine within a day or so. He had already made Daniel swear that he would come over in tweo days when they both had leave, for an afternoon and evening of heavy beer drinking, bad movies, and excellent barbecue. Daniel knew full well that Jack would get ridiculously drunk before saying something heartfelt and embarassing to both of them. The air between them would be cleared and nothing more would be said until it became something that they could laugh about. Teal'c had already moved past the incident, of course. He had given Daniel that almost scary and slightly disturbing grin before clasing his forearm with his large, warm hand. He had intoned in that rich, deep voice of his, "Welcome back, Daniel Jackson. You were greatly missed." Daniel had managed an embarassed mumble that had sounded like a thank you.
But Samantha Carter, Captain in the USAF, astrophysisist, and damned near genius, was the one that he was concerned about. Oh, that was rich, he thought. He comes back, supposedly from the grave, after allegedly burning to death and HE was concerned about someone else. Not that Daniel was surprised. He had been called a lot of things during his thirty some years but Jack had put it most succinctly, perhaps: "You just care too damned much." That had been after another one of those missions that caused the Colonel to drink himself into a stupor. Nevertheless, there was Daniel, standing with his right side pressed against the door jamb, arms crossed in his most comfortable position, eyes glued on the now sitting form of Sam.
Sitting, but not resting. Sam was perched on the edge of her desk chair, peering at the computer screen as her fingers moved like lightning on the keyboard. It didn't take long for her to discover a problem or a mistake in the text she was typing out, and Daniel watched anxiously as her frown became deeper, color racing to her face. For a moment, he wondered if he should duck and cover. He rexognized the look on her face, though he had saw it so infrequently. It was her "Sam Carter is pissed" face.
It began innocently enough. She growled at her computer screen, and her fingers hit a number of keys. Daniel watching from the doorway as all the text she had been working on was highlighted and then erased. He winced, knowing what that felt like. And then, for the next few minutes or so, she sat there, breathing heavily, her anger growing. He had only seen her act like that once, and then he had been too in awe of her to do anything, but this was a different case altogether. Insitinctively, he just knew that she wouldn't be able to work her way through this.
And so he cleared his throat and watching as her shoulders tensed even more. "Sam?" he asked softly, taking note of how she didn't spin around in her chair to face him, as she normally would have. "Sam, it's me. Daniel. I was-"
"I know who you are," she said tightly, her eyes glued to her computer monitor.
He hesitated, unsure of how to continue. There were two different ways to go about the situation, he figured. He could either walk away and leave her alone, and he could push and push at her until she got it out of her system and he knew she would be okay. He also figured that he wouldn't be much of a friend if he did the former. Which was why he ducked his head and let his hair fall in his eyes, shielding himself from the image of an irate Sam Carter. "Mind if I come in?" he murmured, his tone completely opposite from hers.
She sighed. "I'm sorry, Daniel, but I'd prefer to be left alone."
His head came back up when he didn't hear the tell-tale creak of her chair, and he took a single step into the room, reaching behind him to shut the door quietly. She frozen when she heard the soft click of the lock. "So..uh...everything okay?" Now she did face him, her blue eyes blazing, face mottled red with her anger. "Guess not."
"This really isn't the time or place for this," she told him, grinding out the words.
"Well, you're half right. This definitely isn't the place for it, but I can't think of a better time." His words were just as soft and gentle as the smile he sent her way, trying to give her some sort of assurance that he wasn't trying to be the bad guy in this situation. She only gave him a half patient sigh as he walked closer to her, pulling open a drawer on her left side. He dug around for a moment before pulling out a set of keys, dangling them enticingly from his hand.
"Daniel?" she questioned, some of the anger retreating from her eyes. But it was only replaced by sadness, which only worried him more.
Swallowing his concern for a moment, he smiled, that same half-patient smile that meant he was eventually going to get what he wanted, regardless of anything that may stand in his way. And really, the only thing in his way at the moment was Sam herself.
"Care for a drive?"
The ride had been deathly quiet. While he knew that the cold bunker of the SGC, practically screaming out its military standards and practices wasn't the proper setting to deal with Sam, neither was the small sedan she owned. Some conversations just weren't meant for a science lab, or a car, for that matter. But he had also been at a loss of where to take her. His first thought was to take her to his apartment, before he remembered that all of his stuff had been packaged up and put in storage, his apartment no longer leased to him, on account of the fact that he had supposedly been dead. But they needed privacy for their impending discussion, and Sam seemed to realize it as well. In a very quiet, very calm voice, she gave him a set of directions.
They ended up at her small house, just as the thick grey clouds overhead decided to open up. For a moment, they just sat there, listening to the already heavy rain, watching it hit the windshield. Sam was the first to move, as she leaned over from the passenger seat and removed the keys from the ignition, taking a deep breath before she opened the door on her side and jumped out, jogging for the front door. Daniel gave her a bit of a head start to get the door open as he locked the car from the inside, slamming his door shut before running to join her in the foyer of her one-storey house.
She closed the door behind hima nd automatically locked the door, as they both shed themselves of their damp jackets and soggy shoes. Mutely, she led him into the living room and he stood in the open entry way for a moment, drinking in the essence of Sam.
The room seemed larger than he had anticipated, after seeing the size of the house, but he knew that it was partly because of how she made the room her own. The egg-shell white walls were bare, but the overabundance of large green leafy plants more than gave the room the life that it sorely needed. Daniel reached out a hand to brush against one particularily large leaf, his eyebrows lifting in surprise. "They're all alive," Sam said quietly, from where she was standing beside the couch.
Their eyes met and for the first time, he saw the raw pain and betrayal etched on her face. Outside the cold sterility of the SGC, the masks were dropped and their true emotions were showing. Sam's living room seemed to have the same affect on them as sitting by a campfire on another world. She blamed him, whether she knew it or not, because he had unwillingly caused the pain she felt. He took a deep breath and a step forward, resting his hand on her bare upper arms. She sucked in a breath quickly- his hands felt like ice.
Sam wasn't a short woman, nor was she particularily tall, but Daniel had a few inches on her and he ducked his head to meet her eyes once more. "So am I, Sam. I'm alive, too. I'm not dead."
And that was all it took. Her blue eyes swam with tears that quickly overflowed. Daniel watched the first one come down her face and he moved a hand to brush it away with his thumb. Without realizing it, she tilted her head towards his hand, nuzzling her cheek against his knuckles. Taking his cue from her, he stepped forward again, entering her most intimate and private space, lifting his hands away from her momentarily to wrap his arms around her. She stiffened for a moment, but she soon leaned into the embrace, closing her eyes and bowing her head so that it would rest against his chest, in order for her to hear his heartbeat. To know that he was really and truly alive.
Psst. Am I the only one still here?