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One Of These Afternoons 
6th-Apr-2009 02:51 pm
Title: One Of These Afternoons
Author: beatrice_otter
Rating: G

Warning/Spoilers: Set between Season 8 and Season 9

Prompt(s):summertime & Sam needs another set of hands to complete a scientific repair. Too bad they have to be Jack's

Summary: “How many times have I told you that the point of vacation is … to relax. Have fun. Not work.”

Someone was walking, quietly, across the dirt to the truck Sam lay under. After eight years on SG-1, Daniel could move that stealthily but seldom bothered unless he was in the field. Teal’c never moved any other way, despite his size and bulk, but given the amount of bug spray he insisted on covering himself with to combat the Minnesota mosquitoes, she’d be able to smell him by now. Sam glared at the bolt she was trying to tighten, then at the wrench in her hand—it was the wrong one. “Hey, sir, could you hand me the wrench sitting on the battery?”

There was a pause, and the scrape of metal against plastic as the Colonel picked up the wrench. She scooted herself over to stick a hand out from under the truck, felt the comforting weight of the wrench slap onto her palm. “Thanks,” she said, moving back into position. This would be much easier if Jack had the proper tools, and a creeper would come in handy right about now.

“Carter, how many times have I told you—”

“Sorry, Jack,” Sam said. “Force of habit. O’Neill,” she said pointedly.

“And how many times, Sam,” Jack went on, “have I told you that the point of vacation is … to relax. Have fun. Not work.”

“This is fun,” Sam said, grunting as the bolt was finally tightened to her liking. “And your idea of fun is fishing in a lake with no fish. I don’t think you have room to complain about my hobbies.” Satisfied that she’d done all she could (given the available tools) to take care of the rattle she’d noticed on the drive in to Jack’s cabin from the airport, Sam edged out from under Jack’s truck and climbed to her feet. She closed the hood and wiped her hands off on her towel. “I think I need a new project. Rebuild a car or something, maybe. Shouldn’t take me as long as the Indian did, considering I have actual regular hours at Area 51, and don’t have to worry about the world ending if I take a day off.”

“How’s the Indian doing?” Jack asked, leaning against the truck. “Siler must have been heartbroken to see it go.”

“Yeah,” Sam said, burying a trace of regret. She truly was happy with her new assignment. “You know, when I was at the SGC there were some months he rode it more than I did? I was just too busy with SG-1 and the SGC’s science department to go out often.” She joined Jack, leaning against the truck, and gazed around at the forest surrounding the cabin. Green growing things were one of the things she missed at Area 51. Colorado Springs had been dry, but at least there had been grass and trees. This was the second time she'd been at the Colonel's--General's--Jack's cabin, and both times it had been lush and green. Of course, she thought, ignoring the way her tank top stuck unpleasantly to her skin, it was now a lot hotter and muggier than it had been in early spring.

“You could have let me take it out for a spin,” Jack said. “I’d have been perfectly happy to make sure everything was working properly when you were too busy.”

Sam laughed. “No offense, sir, but that bike is a 1940 Indian motorcycle in mint condition. Siler, I trust to take care of it for me. I’ve seen how close you’ve come to breaking some of Daniel’s toys, over the years.”

“I think a motorcycle is a little more robust than a thousand year old clay bowl,” Jack said.

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean I want it scratched,” Sam said. “The Harley, now, that’s another story. It’s a good solid bike, but it’s not an antique. If you want to come out to Area 51 some time, we can go out riding together, me on the Indian and you on the Harley. The scenery’s more boring than Colorado, but the roads are straighter and easier to drive and there’s less traffic.”

“I’d love to, Sam,” Jack said, “but while your new job may take less time than your old one, mine takes more.” He gave an elaborate shudder. “And it’s not even the paperwork that’s the worst problem. Now, I have to go to cocktail parties. And receptions. And schmooze people who control budgets and things.”

“Worse than the Goa’uld,” Sam said with a straight face.

“Definitely,” Jack said. “Goa’uld you can usually just shoot. You don’t have to make nice with them.”

“Weren’t you the one who used to tell me I needed to have a break and relax before stress made me ‘nuts’?” Sam said, smile on her face. “Come on. It’ll do you good to get away.” Much as she missed the SGC sometimes, it was wonderful to be able to give that invitation without worrying about what base gossip would have to say about the pretty, female officer spending time alone with her male CO.

“Well, guess I can’t argue with that,” Jack said.

“O’Neill!” Teal’c called as he came around the corner of the house. “The grill requires your attention.”

“Duty calls,” Jack said, straightening up. “You ready for our last team meal with everyone on the same planet?” he asked.

“Not really,” Sam said, knowing how much she’d miss Daniel when he was in Atlantis and Teal’c when he was offworld with the Free Jaffa. “But we’ve known this was coming for a while. I don’t think it’ll get any easier.”

“Guess not,” Jack said. He nodded towards the cabin. “There’s a grill calling my name.”

“I’d better go clean up,” Sam said, gesturing to the grease on her hands. “Have fun playing with meat and fire.”
7th-Apr-2009 04:57 pm (UTC)
Hee, only Sam would find a way to do something mechanical in a nature filled environment.

I love the callbacks to Siler and the Indian, especially how he'll miss it out at Area 51. And how Sam won't trust Jack with that one, but he can ride her Harley.

Very cute.
14th-Apr-2009 01:25 am (UTC)
Thank you!

After eight years, yeah, leaving the SGC means more than just missing SG-1 even if that's the main thing that hurts.
7th-Apr-2009 08:26 pm (UTC)
Nice! Finally they all get a little downtime...and get to do what each likes best. *g*
14th-Apr-2009 01:25 am (UTC)
Yep! They're close friends, not welded at the hip.
7th-Apr-2009 08:26 pm (UTC)
“Goa’uld you can usually just shoot. You don’t have to make nice with them.”

I don't know. There are a few politicians that would make perfect target practice. :)

Nice fic!
14th-Apr-2009 01:27 am (UTC)
While I might be tempted to agree with you, that wouldn't protect the Stargate program by protecting it from political vultures. Alas.

9th-Apr-2009 02:00 pm (UTC)
Heh. Cocktail parties, a fate worse than death for Jack.

This is a fun, quiet moment between them. And I like wondering if he ever made it out to Area 51 to take her up on her Harley offer.
14th-Apr-2009 01:24 am (UTC)
Cocktail parties truly would be. I mean, he's smarter than he lets on and I bet he could do a better job of it than you'd think (you don't get to his rank without learning at least the basics of the political game, no matter how hot you are in the field), but no matter how necessary it is he's never going to like it.

Thanks for reviewing!
9th-Apr-2009 08:02 pm (UTC)
Very natural voices and banter! And each to their own pursuits - that's what makes them such great teammates! I do hope Jack gets out to Nevada to ride with her. :)
14th-Apr-2009 01:22 am (UTC)
Thank you! They're good friends and colleagues--that doesn't mean they need to be welded at the hip or agree on everything, while still having that close camaraderie.

And I hope he gets out to Nevada, too ;)
14th-Apr-2009 12:53 am (UTC)
Heh! 'Have fun playing with meat and fire." :)
Love that she knows whose footsteps she hears just from the way they walk...
What a bittersweet moment! Friends and teammates for so long, and all going their own way... So hard. I'm not surprised that Sam took solace in fixing the truck!
14th-Apr-2009 01:08 am (UTC)
Thank you! None of them can regret winning, and only Jack (stuck in Washington) can regret what he's going to be doing as not being as fitting as what he's been doing, but it's still an ending, y'know?
14th-Apr-2009 06:46 am (UTC)
Your title was loads better than any of the ones I suggested. I'm glad you came up with it rather than having to fall back on my lame puns.

Sometimes inspiration just doesn't strike. *Sigh*
14th-Apr-2009 07:19 am (UTC)
Thanks for your help, though, I appreciated it. The title comes from a line from the song "Summertime" from the opera Porgy and Bess by George Gershwin. The song as a whole doesn't quite fit, but the line does, and it fits the prompt, so I went with it.

Summertime, and the living is easy.
Fish are jumping, and the cotton is high.
Oh, your Daddy's rich, and your Ma is good looking
So hush, little baby, don't you cry.

One of these mornings, you're gonna rise up singing
You're gonna spread your wings, and you'll take to the sky.
But till that morning, there's a-nothing can harm you
With Daddy and Mammy standing by.
14th-Apr-2009 02:08 pm (UTC)
Oh, very nice! And poor Jack, condemned to schmoozing! He really did get the worst assignment of the lot of them.
14th-Apr-2009 07:40 pm (UTC)
Yeah, poor Jack stuck in Washington. That's gotta be almost his definition of hell, right there.
17th-Apr-2009 09:26 am (UTC)
Beautifully captured moment. Loved the motorcycle discussion. :)
17th-Apr-2009 03:12 pm (UTC)
Thank you!
17th-Apr-2009 02:38 pm (UTC)
A pleasure to read. Thanks for posting.
17th-Apr-2009 03:22 pm (UTC)
Thank you!
26th-Apr-2009 10:23 pm (UTC)
“This is fun,” Sam said, grunting as the bolt was finally tightened to her liking. “And your idea of fun is fishing in a lake with no fish. I don’t think you have room to complain about my hobbies.”

Hah! You tell him, Sam! :D

Loved the offer of motorcycle rides, and Jack's ranking of the Goa'uld vs. glad-handing in Washington. Such a nice interlude in that between-seasons time before everything went kablooey again!

26th-Apr-2009 10:29 pm (UTC)
Heh! Yeah, that's one of the things I've always liked about their relationship. There's no doubt who's in command, but at the same time, Samisn't about to take anything lying down and given an appropriate time and place, she'll give as good as she gets. Without ever overstepping the bounds of respect.

30th-Apr-2009 08:04 pm (UTC)
What a lovely, bonding moment; bittersweet but still ...

30th-Apr-2009 10:55 pm (UTC)
Thank you!
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