Undercover
by ScullPell
TITLE: Undercover
AUTHOR: ScullPell
EMAIL: annemarie.magerl@t-online.de
CATEGORY: Humor, Action/Adventure
PAIRING: UST, Sam/Jack
SPOILERS: none
SEASON / SEQUEL: 4
RATING: PG
CONTENT WARNINGS: none
SUMMARY: Jack gets a glimpse and Sam reveals a secret.
STATUS: Complete
ARCHIVE: Heliopolis
DISCLAIMER: Stargate SG-1 and its characters are the property of Showtime/Viacom, MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, and Gekko Productions. We 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 authors. Not to be archived without permission of the authors.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: my first Stargate fanfic (just experiences with the Xfiles), I'm German so I apologize for all the mistakes that you might find :-)
Colonel Jack O'Neill was on his way to the showers desperate to get all the sand from their last mission off of his body. The sign on the door was turned to 'male'.
Great. I beat Carter to the showers.
The Colonel threw himself against the door and stopped, eyes wide.
"Wow! Carter! Sorry!"
In front of him stood his Major, 2IC clad in underwear. Both too stunned to move just staring at each other in astonishment.
Having overcamoe the first Jack let himself really look at her. First her ocean blue eyes. The blond hair stinckng up in all directions still wet from her previous shower. Then her slim form. All the little curves in the right places. The pale and smooth color of her skin. Just small pieces of cloth covered certain areas. Snoopys. Light blue satin panties with dozens of small white Snoopys.
ohgodohgodohgod -- say something
"Nice underwear."
Put your foot strsight into your mouth! Shit! What a stupid thing to say! 'Nice underwear.' Ya think.
If possible Carter's eyes got even wider.
"Um...thank you, sir. Um...I guess."
Woderfull Carter. 'I guess.' Now you totally embaressed yourself!
"Why are you here, sir?...Sorry, dumb question. I mean..."
"Oh! Um... sign was still turned to 'male'. You must have forgotten to change it."
"Yeah. Probably."
More silence.
Jack go! What are you still standing around here? She's your 2IC, for crying out loud.
"Ok, I'll leave you to yourself then. Again, sorry."
"No problem. I'm nearly finished here. Ok...um I'll see you later, sir."
"Yeah."
With that O'Neill turned and left the bathroom, without looking back. The image of his 2IC still vivid in his mind and burned into his retina for all eternity.
The comissary was as good as empty. Due to the late hour an d with some teams still off-world it was nearly deserted.
Jack O'Neill saw just one person sitting in the booth farthest away, drinking her coffee and and brooding over equations. He wasn't sure if he should cry or laugh to see her.
Get a grip, will you? You can'r walk around her on eggshells for the next thirty years.
So he got himself his own cup of dark, steaming liquid.
"Hey Carter! How's the doohickey testing goin'?"
Her head snapped up startled. She had been so lost in her work she hadn't noticed him enter. She sighed.
"Bad actually, sir. The Naquada reactor isn't doing what I want it to do!"
Jack smiled and sat down opposite of her.
"Oh! Seems really frustrating. ... You know. You shouldn't work that long all the time. It's gonna kill you one day."
Sam snorted. "Nah, you know. My work's my life. Typical workaholic. I thnk you know what I'm talking about."
She grinned sheepishly. They both sat in companionable silence for a while.
"About earlier, in the shower. I'm really sorry. Didn't mean to walk in on you being half naked."
Sam smiled. "It's okay. My fault. Don't worry, sir!"
"But Carter. That underwear. ... I mean SNOOPYS?!?"
Tha Major blushed and looked down. Tha table top being very interesting all of a sudden.
"That's what I do to feel pretty.", she queitly said.
"What?"
"The whole day I have to wear fatigues. And don't missunderstand me, sir, that stuff is practical and comfortable but there's no alternation. To tell you the truth I got underwear in all colors and patterns you can think of! I do this to feel female enough again, to have a change of clothing though nobody sees it.
Jack O'Neill grinned.
"I understand, really. I'm happy to get into my civvies all the time.... Good, I have to go now. Paperwork." He said with a grimace. "See you."
He stood up and walked away. But then he stopped and shouted over his shoulder: "Hey Carter! Gotta take me underwear shopping someday!"
Finis
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