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Title: Hatred causes Injustice.
Fandom: Stargate SG1
Characters: Samantha Carter/Rodney McKay. Jack O'Neill.
Prompt: "Animosity"
Rating: R (violence, sex and character death)
Summary: Samantha and McKay end up in a relationship: how will Jack react?
Word Count: 1352
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It had been going on for months.
In secret from the others, in fear of what they might think, or do.
Their attempts to hide their relationship had been successful thus far, but the facade was wearing thin, and people were beginning to notice something different about the two of them.
What had caused them to unite with each other in the first place had been something of a mystery.
It had been dark that night, and raining and the pair had run into each other at the local supermarket. Of course, in true fated fashion Samantha's car had decided that it's battery no longer suited it. It refused to run at all. Luckily for her, however, fate had presented help in the form of Rodney McKay. It had seemed almost comical at the time, almost serendipity.
The store had closed, and Samantha had walked to her car in the pouring rain. When it wouldn't start, she had to get out of the car and back into the pouring rain. It was too late to call the mechanic to come and repair the alternator and so she needed to find a way home. Unfortunately she had forgotten her mobile phone, which she remembered after searching frantically for it for several minutes. It was almost comical, almost. He had been the most unlikely knight in shinning amour, yet she had been grateful even so. In her past experience with Rodney she had know him to be arrogant, and self-important. Yet, that night while he sat with her in the pouring rain for a minute or two, she had seen another side of him. He had been courteous, unassuming and a gentleman. Very unlike the McKay she had come to know.
After standing in the rain together for a moment, McKay offered her a lift home, which she graciously accepted. The car ride was silent, yet not uncomfortably so. It was a peaceful silence, both parties content to sit with each other. When they arrived at Samantha's home, McKay did not make any assumptive suggestions regarding what they should be doing together, and Samantha was grateful for this. She asked him if he would like to come up and dry off, perhaps have a cup of coffee. Rodney agreed, and of course he went inside. Samantha pointed him in the direction of the bathroom, gave him a towel and told him where he could find males clothes that might fit him in the bedroom. She then left him and went into the kitchen to put on the kettle.
And so it had happened, the sounds of their cries traveled through the apartment, and down the hall. The gentleman in Rodney had emerged, and Samantha liked this new McKay. They had sex several times that night, and feel asleep in each others arms. The next day Samantha was happy, and for once she felt content with life. It continued into the coming weeks, and months. They would meet at Samantha's apartment, and dance the night way. The neighbors once complained the next day because Samantha had been so loud, but she didn't care. Let them talk, she thought. Work had continued normally thus far, and no one had been any the wiser about their relationship. Of course there were those whom she had confided in, and one of those people had been Daniel. He was a good friend to Samantha and did not seek to judge her at all, he only gave her support and friendship as he always had.
Her life had taken a turn, however, when Jack had spoken to Daniel regarding his feeling's for Samantha. Daniel was torn between his friendship with Samantha and his friendship with Jack. He wasn't sure what to do, but unfortunately Jack had seen through his uncertainty about what to say, and had demanded to know why. Daniel informed Jack of Samantha and Rodney's current situation, and Jack was deathly silent. Jack had never liked McKay, not since day one, and now his dislike would turn to hatred, and his hatred would turn to animosity. Jack felt he could handle the news, yet over the coming months simple gestures between them sent shivers down his spine. His mind taunted him with constant thought and images of the two together, naked, sweating bodies heaving against each other with pleasure. When he slept he dreamed only of her, and yet somehow now Rodney managed to slime him way in and steal her away at the vital point. The dreams were changing, now he saw them stripping off each other's clothes and taking in each others subtle features. It began to happen every night, they had sex in his dreams. He fucked her every night, but it wasn't really him, it was McKay.
Samantha was calling him, sweet as a ripe strawberry ready to be plucked. Her naked, glistening body stood before him and she was ready for him. Her nipples were hard, and he could smell her arousal from where he stood. Her was ready too, and he couldn't wait. She laid down on the bed, stretched so that he could see her sex. He groaned inwardly, and moved towards her on the bed. His stripped of his clothes as she watched him, and moved slowly onto the bed. He wasted no time in kissing her soft and supple lips, and then moved down to her neck and her breasts. They were perfect and he explored them with his tongue for a moment before moving down to her bellybutton and finally her sex. He grasped her by the hips and held her down as he pleasured her. It was perfect, she was perfect. A moment later he moved back up to her face, and positioned himself at her entrance. It was slow and agonizing, yet it only compelled him. A sort of horrible perfection only attainable from her.
He picked up the pace, and felt himself fade into oblivion within her, and her cry's compelled him further. His need was intense, and hers also. Her moaning was music to his ears, and a moment later they came together, panting and moaning in each other's arms. He rolled off of her, and looked into her eyes, yet at that moment it was like a camera was zooming out, and showing him the whole picture. In this moment he realized that it was not him who had made love to her, it was Rodney. Jack awoke with a start, and cursed the day McKay had been born, the day he started at Stargate Command, and the day he had met Samantha. He knew what he had to do.
Walking into Stargate Command that morning he was uneasy, his mind plagued him with horrible thoughts of the woman he loved. He walked purposefully into the mess hall, and looked around for his nemesis. Rodney McKay stood by the end tables, leaning over towards Samantha who stood in front of him. They were happy as little ignorant and blissfully unaware clams. He felt sick at the sight of it. He walked over to the and a moment later the crack of flesh hitting flesh and the crumpled body of Samantha Carter hit the mess hall floor. Jack had knocked her unconscious, his rage had begun to take hold of him. It took McKay a few seconds to respond, but before he could he found himself smacked in the face also. He hit the ground hard, but wasn't knocked out. He stood up again, and shook his head. “O'Neil, what the hell is going on?” He shouted at Jack.
“You bastard, you arrogant, ignorant, little bastard. How dare you?”
McKay wasn't stupid and he caught on quickly to what Jack was talking about.
“What, your angry that you didn't get their first?” He mocked Jack, which probably wasn't a great idea.
Jack considered his options, and decided he really didn't want to drag this out any longer than it had to be, and so he grabbed his gun from his pocket and a moment later shot McKay clean through the head.
to be continued....