Reconciliation
Reconciliation
by Denise
Summary: Sequel to Bowl Blues, can Jack make up?
Category: Humor
Season: Season 4
Pairing: Jack/Sam
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: Stargate SG-1 and its characters are the property of Showtime/Viacom, MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, and Gekko Productions. I have written this story for entertainment purposes only and no money whatsoever has exchanged hands. No copyright infringement is intended. The original characters, situations, and story are the property of the author(s).
Archived on: 04/02/03
Title- Reconciliation
Author- Denise
E-mail - skydiver119@hotmail.com
Category- Humor/Romance
Archive Anywhere but please link to the page on my own site. http://www.geocities.com/sky_diver119/comedy/recon.htm Season- 4ish
Spoilers - None really
Rating- PG
Content Warning- Nothing
Summary- A sequel to Bowl Blues
Disclaimer Stargate Sg-1 and its characters are the property of Stargate (II) Productions, Showtime/Viacom, MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, Sci-fi and Gekko Productions. This story is for entertainment purposes only and no money exchanged hands. No copyright infringement is intended. The original characters, situations, and story are the property of the author. This story may not be posted elsewhere without the consent of the author
Reconciliation
By
Denise
Jack rolled over, the dull poking in his ribs pulling him from his restless slumber. With a heavy sigh he reached out, his fumbling hand hitting Bowl and sending it skittering off the bed and onto the floor. It was no use; no matter what he did, he still couldn't sleep.
Sam's last words echoed in his ears, haunting him in his sleep. She'd avoided him the last three days, once even calling upon Teal'c to kelnoreem in her lab just to keep him at bay.
Evidentially word of their little squabble had become fodder for the base's grapevine. Yesterday, Siler raised his wrench at him, Daniel refused to talk to him, Doc suddenly decided that he needed a COMPLETE physical - was it really normal protocol to require full length pictures?- and he swore that Davis deliberately tried to close the iris on him, nearly turning his six into a four.
Even Hammond had been noticeably colder, replacing his normal 'son' with 'bonehead'.
And to make matters worse, Bowl was a horrible bedmate. It just lay there, somehow managing to always poke him in the ribs, rolling off the pillow no matter how many times Jack placed it up, out of the way.
And it certainly did nothing for his cold feet.
If all of that wasn't enough to convince him he needed to make up with Sam, the news he'd received today certainly was. Jacob was coming. Jacob, her father, the general, the man with a snake in his head and a ribbon device he'd certainly be willing to use in new and creative ways...ways that it horrified Jack to even contemplate.
Sitting upright in the bed, he abandoned the idea of sleep, instead turning his mind to his newest quest, operation 'Sorry, Sam'.
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Major Samantha Carter pulled her car into her driveway, casting a curious glance out the car window and at her front walk. What the hell?
She put the car into park and turned off the ignition, automatically grabbing her briefcase and purse. She got out, locking the vehicle and slowly made her way across the newly mown grass. Dozens of small plastic champagne flutes lined her sidewalk; each filled with something colorful. Reaching down, she picked one up, sniffing it cautiously. Strawberry Jell-o. They were all filled with different flavors of Jell-O. Bemused, she walked up onto her porch, reaching for her keys.
She opened the front door and stopped in her tracks, staring in amazement at the sight that greeted her. The blinds were drawn, blocking the sunlight, but the room was far from dark, dozens of candles littered every horizontal surface, giving the room a warm glow and sweet vanilla scent.
She set down her stuff and walked into the living room, finding it the same way as the hall. She stepped on something and looked down, bending over to pick up a slightly crushed ruby red rose. She picked up rose after rose, following the scattered trail to the dining room. The table was set for two, more candles and a bowl of red roses decorating the center.
"Aah, there you are," Jack said, walking out from her small kitchen. "I called the base and they said you'd just left."
He crossed over to her, helping her take her jacket off and ushering her towards one of the chairs. "Jack, what are you doing here?" she asked. "And how did you get in? I took the key back."
He had the grace to blush a bit. "Special ops secret," he brushed her off. "Dinner's almost ready." He gently pushed her down onto the chair. "I hope you're hungry," he called over his shoulder.
She scooted her chair forward, automatically reaching for the napkin, laying the square of cloth across her lap. He'd dug through her cabinets and found her good china and table setting, the stuff she'd received years ago from her father, family heirlooms from his wedding. She picked up the bottle of wine, pouring a generous amount into each of the crystal goblets.
He came out of the kitchen, carrying two plates of salad, one of which he put in front of her with a flourish. He set down his plate and hurried back into the kitchen, returning with a small basket of bread.
Still not quite sure what was going on, but willing to play along, she took a bite of her salad, enjoying the crisp freshness and the garlic-laced flavor of the Caesar dressing. He didn't talk much, so she followed his lead, quietly finishing her salad. Once she was done, he got up and cleared the plates, returning in a few minutes with two steaming plates of lasagna. He started chatting about the weather and other trivial bits as they ate. She joined in, recognizing exactly what he was doing. Jack was never a big one on small talk, so she figured he was doing it for a reason...probably to put her off asking him exactly what he was doing here.
It didn't take them long to finish their dinner and he led her from the table, guiding her to the living room. Candles and roses adorned the coffee table, filling the air with a warm, heady scent. She sat on the couch, curling her legs under her. "Jack, what's going on?" she asked taking the refilled goblet of wine he handed to her.
"What do you mean?" he asked, sitting on the other end of the couch.
"All this." She motioned to the flowers and candles. "Come on, Jack. If I look up 'romantic' in the dictionary, I will NOT see your picture."
He sighed and looked away, obviously gathering his thoughts. He scooted closer, reaching into his pants pocket and pulling out a small black velvet box. "I wanted to say I'm sorry," he said, holding the box out to her.
She took it, setting down her wine. She opened the box, casting him an odd look when she saw what was in the box. "I aah, I don't get it," she said, taking the silver necklace out of the box and holding it up to get a closer look. Dangling on the delicate chain was a small charm in the shape of a bowl.
"On the planet...that bowl saved our lives. It helped me remember who and what we were. It helped me get you back," he said softly, taking the necklace from her, his fingers fumbling with the catch. She leaned forward, letting him fasten it around her neck. "But you know, before I had Bowl, I had you," he said softly, kissing her gently on her lips.
She smiled gently, pulling away a bit and wrapping her arms around his neck. "So what else did you have planned for tonight, flyboy?" she asked, moving closer to him.
"I have some dessert..." he started, breaking off when she kissed him again. "But it's cake...it'll keep," he gasped out, leaning back and pulling her on top of him.
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Sitting on the table, adorned with roses, Bowl smiled. It was about time, it thought, thinking of the lovely china cabinet in the corner. That would be a much better home than the man's grimy cabinet or silly bed.
And maybe, just maybe the lady would decide to cook with her again. It wondered if they made grape jello, Bowl knew that purple was its best color.
~Fin~
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