Fic: Envy (Challenge 19: Seven Deadly SIns)
Title: Envy
Word Count: 382
Rating: T for language
Original/Fandom: Stargate SG1
Pairings (if any): Sam/Jack
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con/etc): Language
Summary: Set after Point of View. Sam is not pleased with the actions of her double. Written for a prompt at writerverse, Challenge 19: Seven Deadly Sins (I chose envy)
The punching bag positively vibrates with anger. She wails on it with every ounce of force she can produce, slamming punch after punch into the heavy, thick surface. No matter how hard she tries, she can’t get the image of her CO kissing her alternate self out of her head.
She knows it’s ridiculous. Her alternate self clearly initiated it, and if she were being fair, the situation was truly just… weird. She couldn’t really expect him to know how to act in a situation that literally no one on Earth had ever experienced before. But she’s not in the mood to be fair, she acknowledges darkly, as she draws her knee up and delivers a solid, satisfyingly painful kick to the bag.
Who is she, to just waltz in here with her long, pretty hair and take her place? Who is she to go around kissing people she shouldn’t be kissing? And how long had she, herself, wondered about his caress, what his lips would feel like against hers, what he would taste like?
That bitch.
At that thought, Sam slams her shoulder into the bag, leans forward, and delivers a dozen sharp jabs to bag. The tape she’s wrapped around her hands has frayed to shreds and her knuckles are bleeding. She slumps down against the bag, her eyes tightly closed, jealousy and anger overwhelming her as she resists tears.
“How’s it going, Carter?” The voice of her CO rings out across the gym.
Fuck.
She’s grateful that at least her back is toward him. She takes a deep breath and gathers herself, pulling herself upright and squaring her shoulders before turning around. When she does turn to face him, her eyes are calm, if a big red.
“Just fine, Sir.” Her mask is firmly in place.
Jack regards her calmly. “Looks like you’ve had quite a workout, Carter.” He gestures to her bleeding hands.
She tucks her hands behind her back, her shoulders squared defensively. She tries not to look him in the eye, and even harder to not look at his mouth. The mouth that she had kissed. “Yes, Sir. In fact, I was just finishing” She grabs her towel and pushes past him as quickly as dignity will allow, leaving a wake of anger in her path.
Word Count: 382
Rating: T for language
Original/Fandom: Stargate SG1
Pairings (if any): Sam/Jack
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con/etc): Language
Summary: Set after Point of View. Sam is not pleased with the actions of her double. Written for a prompt at writerverse, Challenge 19: Seven Deadly Sins (I chose envy)
The punching bag positively vibrates with anger. She wails on it with every ounce of force she can produce, slamming punch after punch into the heavy, thick surface. No matter how hard she tries, she can’t get the image of her CO kissing her alternate self out of her head.
She knows it’s ridiculous. Her alternate self clearly initiated it, and if she were being fair, the situation was truly just… weird. She couldn’t really expect him to know how to act in a situation that literally no one on Earth had ever experienced before. But she’s not in the mood to be fair, she acknowledges darkly, as she draws her knee up and delivers a solid, satisfyingly painful kick to the bag.
Who is she, to just waltz in here with her long, pretty hair and take her place? Who is she to go around kissing people she shouldn’t be kissing? And how long had she, herself, wondered about his caress, what his lips would feel like against hers, what he would taste like?
That bitch.
At that thought, Sam slams her shoulder into the bag, leans forward, and delivers a dozen sharp jabs to bag. The tape she’s wrapped around her hands has frayed to shreds and her knuckles are bleeding. She slumps down against the bag, her eyes tightly closed, jealousy and anger overwhelming her as she resists tears.
“How’s it going, Carter?” The voice of her CO rings out across the gym.
Fuck.
She’s grateful that at least her back is toward him. She takes a deep breath and gathers herself, pulling herself upright and squaring her shoulders before turning around. When she does turn to face him, her eyes are calm, if a big red.
“Just fine, Sir.” Her mask is firmly in place.
Jack regards her calmly. “Looks like you’ve had quite a workout, Carter.” He gestures to her bleeding hands.
She tucks her hands behind her back, her shoulders squared defensively. She tries not to look him in the eye, and even harder to not look at his mouth. The mouth that she had kissed. “Yes, Sir. In fact, I was just finishing” She grabs her towel and pushes past him as quickly as dignity will allow, leaving a wake of anger in her path.