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Rescue Me - SG
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Title: Rescue Me
Author: Ky
Category: Fluff.
Pairing: Sam/Jack
Rating: Anyone can read it.
Spoilers: Jack is a General…
Archive: SJ, Heliopolis, my site. Anywhere else, sure, just let me know where so I can come visit.
Disclaimer: Don’t own them, never will. Promise to put them back in the state I found them. Song isn’t mine either.
Author’s notes: For Jem, cause she asked. :) It's short!
Date: 25/03/05
Copyright © to Venom, 2005

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Too many people were trying to talk to Jack at the same time and he just wanted to kill them all. Slowly. With a butter knife, duct tape and some gum.

“General, if I could just have a word…”

“How would you feel if we…”

“We really need more of…”

“Can you sign this please….”

“We need your opinion on…”

“Can we…”

“What do you think of…”

He was so gonna MacGuyver their asses.

His job sucked. Big Time. ‘You’ll love being the base Commander, Jack’ Hammond had told him, lying through his teeth. ‘It really is a fulfilling job.’ Pffffft.

There was nothing fulfilling about three hours sleep a night. Nothing fulfilling about being responsible for every damn thing in the place. Nothing fulfilling about being up to his ass in paperwork constantly.

And he actually had to do it now, not just make up "Sorry sir, was busy saving the world" type excuses. At least before he could get Carter to do it for him.

‘Run…’ his brain whispered.

But as strong as his sense of mental-self-preservation was, his sense of responsibility was even greater. Damnit.

“General?”

Ah! Salvation in the form of a 5”5’ blonde. “Carter!”

“Can I talk to you for a moment please?”

Jack knew there was a reason he loved her. “Sure.” He turned his attention to the throng of headaches surrounding him. “Sorry guys, talk to Walter, he’ll pencil you in for a meeting!”

Hammond never seemed to have so many people after him. Hmph.

She followed him back into the safety of his office and Jack waiting until he heard the click of the door shutting before he spoke. “So, do you actually need to talk to me or are you just here to play my knight in shining armor?”

“Well, while you *did* have the damsel in distress thing going for you, I wanted to ask you something.”

Uh oh. “Yes?”

“How would you feel about purple sheets?”

“Sheets?”

“I’m thinking silk…”

What was she smoking? “Silk?”

“Maybe a lace valance to match…”

Where could he get some? “A what?”

“Fluffy pillows…”

Jack was pretty sure he would rather be facing his mob of employees as opposed to this. “Sam?”

“Maybe some decorative little cushions…?”

“Sam!”

“Yes?”

“You’re not funny.”

She was fighting the urge to smile. He could tell. “I am, actually.”

“Not right now you’re not.”

“Says you.”

“You saved my ass just to tease me?”

“Well… yes.”

Huffing, Jack pulled her to him, bending down to crush his lips to hers, glass windows in his office be damned. One hand came to cradle her head at the right angle, while the other snaked around her waist so that his fingers could slip under her black T-shirt and tease the creamy flesh while his tongue tasted her.

The kiss was short, designed to tease her and make her pant, which it did.

“Let’s talk more about this silk idea of yours…”

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Told ya it was short. :-p