jennickels: (sg1: chemistry)
Jack visits Sam on Atlantis after she takes command. (With the premise that they didn't get together after Threads.) 

(This story was originally written in 2011 and has been updated for composition and clarity in 2020.)
1,524 words | [PG]


 “So what do you think, sir?” Sam watched his expression as she guided him through the labyrinth-like corridors of Atlantis. She’d been the expedition commander for six months now, and this was his first visit while she was in charge. She felt a nervous flutter of her stomach and wondered why. She’d felt less anxious going up for her first promotion review. This was General O’Neill after all.

After a moment, he turned to her, hands clasped behind his back. “Looks good, Colonel. Any problems since you’ve taken over.”

Relief swelled in her, and she shook away the cobwebs of doubt that invaded her head. “Not really. Just your typical disgruntled personnel.”

“There’s always a few that don’t adapt well to a regime change.”

She snorted. “I’d hardly call it a regime change, sir.”

“Going from a civilian command to military is a lot to take. Especially with a science expedition like this.”

“It hasn’t been that bad. And I think things have smoothed out rather nicely.”

He must have noticed her defensiveness because his expression softened with a smile. “I’m sure it has, Carter. I wasn’t trying to imply otherwise. I just know it’s... hard. Being in charge.”

She regarded him for several beats but found his words sincere. He knew from experience. She nodded in agreement. “It’s different here, though. We’re so far from home that we rely on each other a great amount so we’re all kind of like-”

“Family?”

She smiled up at him. “Yeah, family.”

“That’s good, Carter. You deserve to have family close.”

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jennickels: (sg1: chemistry)
Jack tries to talk Sam into taking over as head of the SGC but Sam has other ideas.

(This story was originally written in 2011 and has been updated for composition and clarity in 2020.)

995 words | [PG-13] 


“You know, Carter,” Jack said as they rounded the corner heading for the bank of elevators, “you could just come back to the SGC.”

She walked next to him, hands clasped behind her back but looking completely casual. He marveled at her. “I suppose.”

Their heels clicked on the polished stone floor of the Pentagon. Jack nodded at several startled servicemen as they exited an office to his right. They eagerly got out of his way. Rank did have some privileges he thought with a smirk.

“You don’t seem too enthused at the thought.”

She shrugged.

“And that means?”

That got a bit of a smile out of her. “I hadn’t really thought about it, sir. After Atlantis and the Hammond-” She trailed off, her gaze getting glossy. She shook her head slightly before continuing. “I’m not sure I want to go back to the field.”

They arrived at the elevators, and Jack slammed his thumb into the up arrow. “Carter,” he said, keeping his voice low, “you have to realize you are on the shortlist to take over for Landry when he retires. A very short list.”

She shrugged again, her eyes never quite meeting his. Jack frowned. At her, at the elevator, at the situation. She seemed to notice his agitation because she gestured with her head at the stairs. Jack shoved the door open with a little more force than necessary.

“You want out, don’t you?” he accused.

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jennickels: (sg1: chemistry)
Sam and Jack get stranded on a planet when the Gate malfunctions. What to do with their time?

(This story was originally written in 2011 and has been updated for composition and clarity in 2020.)
2,693 words | [PG-13]


“You know, Carter,” Jack said, kicking at a half-buried rock, “people are going to start talking.”

“About what, sir?” Her voice was muffled by the DHD—her head buried in the innards of the ancient device.

“Us.”

She looked up at him, squinting at the sun that glinted over his shoulder. “What about us?” She had that look in her eye. The one that said she thought she knew what they were not discussing.

Jack pulled his gaze away from her and stared at the barren horizon. This planet was desolate. No civilization. No habitation at all as far as they could tell. They did their tests, set up their equipment and huffed it back to the gate as quickly as possible.

“Just... these things keep happening to us,” he finally said with a slight grimace.

Carter grunted. “It’s not our fault the Gate malfunctioned.” She ducked back into the DHD, a string of muttered curses following her.

Jack smiled and tried to ignore the fact that all he could see was her wiggling backside. He quickly looked away, his thoughts confirming his concern over the situation. “No, it’s not. But when the same thing keeps happening to just us.”

“It’s not always just us, sir. Last time Teal’c got stuck with us.” She continued to grumble to herself as she tried to figure out the issue with the DHD this time.

“I know that. Doesn’t stop people from talking.” Jack kicked at the offending rock, finally breaking it free of its grave. It skittered across the hard-packed dirt landing next to Carter’s leg. She suddenly rocked back on her heels and threw a broken crystal into the now empty compartment with disgust.

“Since when do you care what people think?”

“I don’t.”

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jennickels: (sg1: chemistry)
"Carter's eyes continued to move swiftly from his eyes to his lips, and he did everything in his power to not mimic the movement himself."

(This story was originally written in 2011 and has been updated for composition and clarity in 2020.)
523 words | [PG]



“Sure is dusty down here,” Daniel said with another echoing sneeze.

Jack rolled his eyes. “It’s a basement, Daniel.”

Sam moved around the boxes to pat Daniel’s shoulder. “If your allergies are bothering you, why don’t you go upstairs?”

“I want to help-”

“Perhaps,” Teal’c interrupted, “we can procure some nourishment.”

“Good idea. Go get some food for us, Daniel. By the time you get back, me and Carter will be done.”

Daniel glanced at each of them then opened his mouth to answer but a sneeze overcame him. Jack just shook his head. He noticed Carter trying not to smile as Daniel left amid another bout of sneezing. Dust drifted in the sunlight filtering through the small windows dotting the exterior walls. It gave the entire room a slightly surreal feel.

“Let me help you with those, Carter.” Jack came up behind the major, his arms above his head to catch the teetering box she was attempting to shift onto a high shelf.

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jennickels: (sg1: chemistry)
An alternate ending to the shower scene in the Broca Divide.

(This story was originally written in 2011 and has been updated for composition and clarity in 2020.)
485 words | [R]



“I don’t think so.” Carter’s breath is hot in his ear, and she starts to trail kisses down his neck.

Jack groans in frustration as every nerve ending in his body fires at once, sending a shiver down his spine—something that normally he would appreciate but not right now with this woman who obviously wasn’t in her right mind. Carter must feel him tremble because she growls into his skin, and her touch roughens, teeth sinking into his shoulder. He sucks in a sharp breath, fighting for control—of himself and her.

“Carter-” His own voice is rough and giving away much more than he would like.

“Sir?” The way that word falls from her lips ignites even more lusty thoughts, nearly undoing what little internal control he has left. He pushes the shower fantasy to the back of his mind, thankful somewhere in there he still has some sense.

With great effort, he pulls away, trying to get his knees under him. But Carter has other ideas. She catches him off balance, hooking a leg over his hips and twisting. Jack crashes back to the ground shocked at her sudden increase in strength. She squirms in his grip until he finds himself flat on his back, the wet floor dampening his clothes.

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jennickels: (sg1: chemistry)

Jack and Sam are trapped in the dark. What to do to bide their time?

(This story was originally written in 2011 and has been updated for composition and clarity in 2020.)
923 words | [PG-13]



“Carter, watch your hands.”

“Sorry, sir; I can’t see.”

“Well, neither can I, but you don’t see me putting my hands-”

“I said I was sorry.”

“I know, Carter. Hold on a second. And watch those hands.” Jack maneuvered away from his second-in-command. At least as much as he could with their bodies pressed so closely together in the confined space. He tried to ignore the heat radiating off of her. Or maybe the heat was coming from him. Either way, it was getting too hot to be comfortable.

Jack slid his hands along the smooth surface surrounding them but didn’t find what he was looking for. With a sigh, he turned back around. His hands—despite trying very hard to be aware of where they were—landed on something soft. Something soft and attached to the woman currently occupying the area in front of him.

She stilled completely before he jerked his hands back with a mumbled apology—both reactions coming a few beats too late. To his relief, she just snorted in what he hoped was amusement.

“Anything?” she asked after they both recovered some of their dignity.

Jack shook his head then rolled his eyes at himself. Not that Carter could see either. “No. What happened to the lights?”

“I don’t know, sir. I came in to investigate that weird noise-”

“I know, I heard it, too. It was driving me nuts. And, BAM, it’s dark and then you were there and... the hands.”

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jennickels: (sg1: chemistry)
 What happened after Sam found about her transfer to Atlantis?

(This story was originally written in 2013 and has been updated for composition and clarity in 2020.)
626 words | [PG-13]

When Sam got home from work that night, she wasn’t surprised to find him sitting in her living room. He had a habit of popping up when something was going on. She barely spared him a glance while pulling off her shoes and tossing her jacket in the closet.

“How long have you known?” she asked.

Jack made a face then rubbed the back of his neck.

She could guess the answer. “And you didn’t tell me?”

“Need to know,” was all he said.

Irritation welled up inside her. “You could have given me some kind of warning.”

Jack went to her, his hands warm along Sam’s arms, but her body refused to relax. He swallowed hard. “I wanted to. I almost did several times, but what difference would it have made? You would have been thinking about it this whole time instead of just... enjoying things.”

Sam knew he was right, but she still couldn’t shake the anger. “Were you in on it?”

His arms fell to his side, his face blanching. “Sam,” he pleaded, following her into the kitchen. “They came to me asking for recommendations to replace Weir. I had to be honest. No favors, remember?”

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jennickels: (sg1: chemistry)


Jack's finally got some time off from work and intends to spend a quiet week at his much-neglected cabin in Minnesota but the woman sitting next to him in the diner has other ideas. Set during SGU time.
1,581 words | [PG-13]

The diner at the edge of town—a rundown place with torn vinyl, cracked Formica, and peeling paint—was mostly empty this time of day. Jack preferred it that way. His patience with people was wearing a little thin lately. He slid off his shades, slipping them into the pocket of his shirt. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust.

The waitress, Glenna, waved at him with a laminated menu. “Coffee, General?”

Jack nodded, settling on a well-worn stool at the counter. A second later, Glenna set a mug down, filling it with efficiency born of experience. She smiled sweetly, and he was taken back forty years. She was still a looker even in her seventies.

“Haven’t seen you around much,” she said, her tone casual but tinged with admonishment.

Jack grimaced as the hot liquid burned the inside of his mouth. “I don’t get back much.”

“Uh-huh. Where you stationed now? Do generals even get ‘stationed?’”

“Washington,” he murmured, hoping she wouldn’t pry further. He didn’t want to think about work.

Glenna harrumphed. “Sounds dreadful.”

“You have no idea.”

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jennickels: (sg1: chemistry)
 It's one of those "dress up" missions that SG-1 really despise. Except this one goes a little differently for Jack and Sam. Jack will never look at those missions the same way again.
This story was originally written in 2012 and has been updated for composition and clarity in 2020.
2448 words | [PG]

“Have I mentioned how much I dislike planets where I’m forced to dress up?” Carter asked from behind the privacy curtain in the corner. “They never end well.”

“We all have to dress up,” Daniel said as he pulled a pair of tight leather pants over his knees, struggling to get them any higher. The look of sheer concentration on his face was priceless. Across the room, Teal’c stared at what could only be described as a costume that he’d been given to wear. He held up a pair of minuscule looking tights. Jack hid his smile in the shirt he tugged over his head.

SG-1 were spread out around a plush guest room in the palace of King Ardu of P3X-649. The people of this planet had a thing about royalty that rivaled the British Monarchy’s reign on the imaginations of the people of Earth. And travelers through the Stargate qualified as royalty.

Jack finished slipping on his silk shirt. The burnt orange material slid over his skin, soft and cool. It felt nice. He tied up the front, leaving the leather cords hanging, then tucked it into his black leather pants. They weren’t nearly as tight as Daniel’s, and the legs thankfully flared enough to fit over his regulation boots. Carter continued to grumble.

“Oh come on, Carter, what could possibly go wrong at a banquet in our honor?” Jack said, stifling a laugh. He happened to agree with her, but she didn’t need to know that. Carter muttered something under her breath that Jack didn’t catch. He could imagine what the words were, though, leaving another grin on his face.

Daniel stumbled back, knocking into a dressing table. “I think these things are broken.” He suddenly lurched forward and fell hard to the floor. “Ow.”

“I do not see the purpose of such attire,” Teal’c said, still eying his clothing dubiously.

Daniel pulled himself vertical again. “It’s tradition, Teal’c.”

“It’s a stupid tradition,” Carter said. After a few muttered curses she added, “there’s a reason women on Earth stopped wearing corsets. This is impossible.”

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jennickels: (sg1: chemistry)
Sam's Christmas plans change unexpectedly. But that can be a good thing. A Christmas fic.

This story was originally written very early on Christmas morning in 2010 after a long night of wrapping gifts for my kids. Because of that, it was full of embarrassing errors I didn't put any effort into fixing at the time. It's now been revised for composition and clarity and reposted for your holiday enjoyment.
4955 words | [PG]


Plans change. Sam knew the statistical probability of never having plans change was... really high. She didn’t much feel like doing the math at the moment, though. She just knew from personal experience that her chances were higher than most.

She sat on the edge of her bed, staring at her ticket to California, a half-packed duffel at her feet. “Figures. My first Christmas off in forever.” She fell back with a sigh.

It really didn’t surprise her much when her dad contacted the SGC to say he wouldn’t be coming. It’s not like the Tok’ra celebrated Earth holidays, and there were more important things going on than Christmas dinner. Sam could accept that her dad was now some alien-hybrid superhero off making the galaxy safer for everyone. Really, she understood why her father stood her up... again. But she didn’t relish having to explain it to her brother. Without actually explaining everything.

But that ended up not being a problem. She had been halfway through packing her bag when the phone rang.

“Carter.”

“Wow, is that really how you answer your phone?”

A smile spread across her face at the sound of her brother’s voice. “Hey, Mark. I’m almost packed, and my flight leaves at 1300 hours. That’s one this afternoon-”

“Yeah,” he said slowly, “that’s what I was calling about.”

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jennickels: (sg1: chemistry)
 
1297 words | [PG]

After everything they'd been through, in the end, Jack would do anything for Sam, just to see her smile. Even if it meant giving her pre-wedding advice. AU after Affinity.
[I originally wrote this in 2014 and have no idea why I never finished editing it back then (It only took like twenty minutes). Apparently, I was in the mood for angst overload.]
Lyrics by Tim McGraw.


And yesterday I knew just what you wanted
When you came walkin’ up to me with him.
So I told you that I was happy for you,
And given the chance I’d lie again.

Just to see you smile.

Jack sat on the roof of his house, a beer dangling from one hand, watching the stars twinkle far above. Like so many other times, he wondered how many of those specks of light he’d visited. How many of them had planets orbiting them that they hadn’t yet discovered? Not that he’d be going to any of them. Being a general generally sucked most of the time.

He took a sip of his beer. The cool breeze tickled his skin, causing goosebumps to pop up all along his arms. It was getting colder—summer was over.

Slowly, his eyes slid shut, but he forced them open. He didn’t like what he saw whenever they closed. There was that little black box and that nervous expression on Carter’s face. It had taken every ounce of military training to keep his face neutral. How could she have asked him about that? He swallowed hard because he knew why. She was giving him one last chance to stop the whole thing. To make a move. And he didn’t take it because of honor and the regulations and he was a big fat chicken.

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jennickels: (sg1: chemistry)
I found this on my computer from 2014. Apparently it never got posted so...

 
Take This Job and Shove It
181 words | [PG]
Jack & Sam at work.



“Carter,” O’Neill barks from the door to her lab.

“Sir?” Sam looks up from the report she’s working on from her last mission.

“I need you to get those reports to me faster.”

“Faster? But I turn them in as quickly as I always have. Way before Daniel-”

“Well, I need them faster.” He taps his fingers against his leg in an uneven pattern.

What’s his problem? Sam’s had a long day on P4X-whatever-it-was and just not in the mood to deal with a cranky colonel so she pierces her commanding officer with a steely glare. “They will be done in the timely manner in which they always have been.”

“But, I-”

“I will have them done when they are done.” She doesn’t break eye contact.

O’Neill swallows, finally looking away as his face heats up. “Right, of course you will,” he mumbles. “I’ll be waiting.” He practically runs out of her lab.

Sam smirks at her computer and hits send. She was done with the report anyway—she just wanted to watch the colonel squirm for once.
jennickels: (sg1: chemistry)
[Sam & Jack friendship]
Sam gets a surprise visit from the colonel and his tools.
341 words | rating: G


Sam woke on a Saturday to a loud crash that rattled the walls of her house. She shot out of bed, reaching for a gun that wasn’t there. It took her a few seconds to relax and remember she was at home, not off-world. There was another smaller crash then a lot of banging. What the hell?

She padded down the hall into the kitchen. More noise came from the backyard. She really considered finding that gun when a large shadow passed the door. Wait a minute. Sam cocked her head—that was a shadow she recognized. In her barefeet and pajamas, she opened the back door, finding her porch in pieces

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Safe
by jennickels (aka Jen Connelly)
Stargate SG-1
SG-1
98 words
rating: PG-13
WARNINGS:


"Carter, it's as good a place as any." Too bad he was wrong. 

don't own... wish I did, but I don't. No infringement intended.


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jennickels: (sg1: chemistry)
And here's the other story from my sneak peek post yesterday.  This one is also Sam/Jack but a lot cheerier.  The prompt was "back to work".  As usual I started thinking this would be short and it just went off in it's own direction.

Back in Action
by jennickels (aka Jen Connelly)
Stargate SG-1
Jack/Sam
1522 words
rating: PG-13
WARNINGS: slight cussing


Jack's feeling a little down when it takes longer than usual for him to heal after a mission. But Carter shows up to raise his spirits and help him out. If only his body can handle that on top of the injuries.

don't own... wish I did, but I don't. No infringement intended.


It takes a lot longer to heal this time. That's probably a sign to throw in the towel. But Jack plugs on. He sits up in bed with a groan, hands rubbing at the scruff on his face—he hasn't bothered to shave since he left the SGC over a week ago. Not much point in it anyway when he's just sitting around his house. Actually it's a bit of a luxury.
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jennickels: (sg1: chemistry)
Okay, something different from me.  I don't usually post WIP.  I stopped doing that completely years ago and removed all my unfinished stories from ff.net.  BUT... I started this for another writerverse prompt (shimmer) and it kind of just took off.  Actually it sort of turned into a story I had thought of months ago.  But it's a much bigger story to tell.  Since I need to post this for points I'm going to leave it as "unfinished" or open or whatever you want to think of it.  I'll try to post some more parts as I think of them.  Just a warning, don't read if you don't like WIP.


Some Things Can't Be Taken Back
by jennickels (aka Jen Connelly)
Stargate SG-1
Jack/Sam
586 words
rating: PG
WARNINGS:


The one in which Jack's said something stupid, Sam's mad and the world is falling down around them. Just another mission gone to hell.

don't own... wish I did, but I don't. No infringement intended.

Carter's eyes shimmered with a fierceness Jack hadn't seen in awhile. Or ever directed at him. He definitely went too far this time. But dammit—she'd been so out of it after a string of failed missions. He had to do something to get her back on track, to light a fire in her. This was Sam Carter. It was her job to save the world. A little pressure would do her good, get her motivated. Crack down, he'd thought, and she'd rise out of her funk. Or so he had thought.

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The Trouble With Pink
by jennickels (aka Jen Connelly)
Stargate SG-1
Jack/Sam
201 words
rating: PG
WARNINGS:


There's something different about Carter and it's going to cause Jack a lot of trouble.

don't own... wish I did, but I don't. No infringement intended.

Pink nail polish. Jack was kind of surprised this shocked him. It made sense; Carter was a woman after all. And, as he recalled from his years of marriage, women tended to like painting their toes.

But Carter? Pink?

His eyes traveled up from his 2IC's toes wiggling in the warm sand. Past her BDU pants rolled around her shapely calves. Past the holster strapped securely to her thigh. Past where her tac vest hugged the curve of her waist.

Up to the nape of her neck, slightly red from the sun, to the way her hair curled around the edge of her cap. To her smile—lips partly open, eyes twinkling.

"Sir?"

Jack shook himself mentally, realizing Carter had been watching him stare at her.

"Nothin'," he mumbled. She gave him a quizzical look then went back to watching the waves lapping against the beach.

Stupid, Jack thought. Now was not the time to realize Carter was a women. And a damn good looking one. And funny. And smart—way smarter than him. And gorgeous. His eyes drifted back to the pink peeking out of the sand, his pulse quickening slightly. Oh, no, he was in trouble. So much trouble.
jennickels: (sg1: chemistry)
Minefield
by jennickels (aka Jen Connelly)
Stargate SG-1
Sam/Pete, Sam/Jack
456 words
rating: PG
WARNINGS:


Pete is just realizing he's the 3rd side of a complicated love triangle. But it might just be worth it. Episode tag to “Chimera." Written for challenge #17 at [info]writerverse, prompt: love triangle.

don't own... wish I did, but I don't. No infringement intended.

"It's nice to finally meet you, Colonel."

I reach my hand out but he doesn't seem to notice. Instead he eyes me up and down like I'm a used truck he's thinking of buying. Or scrapping.


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jennickels: (sg1: chemistry)
Something So New
by jennickels (aka Jen Connelly)
Stargate SG-1
Jack/Sam
536 words
rating: PG
WARNINGS: none


Tag to Threads. Sam and Jack take a little stroll up at his cabin...and begin a new phase in their relationship. Written for challenge #4 at stargateland—prompt: new.

don't own... wish I did, but I don't. No infringement intended.

There was a cool breeze blowing in from the North. It rustled leaves and fluttered Carter's hair. He glanced sideways at her as they walked, following the mostly overgrown path around his pond. Her face was scrunched up in thought, her brow knit together, nose wrinkled. She looked adorable.

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jennickels: (sg1: chemistry)
Holdin' On to Love (To Save My Life)
by jennickels (aka Jen Connelly)
Stargate SG-1
Jack/Sam
544 words
rating: PG-13
WARNINGS: lots of blood, near death of main character


Some missions don't go as well as you hope but SG-1 has a knack for getting out of trouble by the skin of their teeth. Written for challenge #13a @ writerverse. Title from a Shania Twain song.

don't own... wish I did, but I don't. No infringement intended.
So much blood. It was everywhere—caking to her skin, sliding under her knees, soaking into her pants.

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