Hostage Situation by Seldear PG-13

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Rec Category: Jack/Sam
Pairing: Jack O'Neill/Sam Carter
Category: Jack/Sam, UST, Romance, action/adventure, team
Warning: Het
Author on LJ: Unknown
Authors Website: http://www.users.bigpond.com/seldear/
Link: www.users.bigpond.com/seldear/WORDS/FANFIC/stargate/hostage1.htm

Why this must be read:
This is a great story that should be read by any SG-1 fan, S/J shipper or not. When SG-1 is called in to relieve the Denver police (Pete included) during a hostage situation here on Earth, they find there is more than meets the eye. They glow.
Seldear does a great job comparing the "overwhelmingly cool", alpha-male Jack , to the insecure, slightly bumbling and boring Pete. The characters are real and not "over the top" as they are sometimes written Sam's character is also shown in a very real light with all her strengths and weaknesses in full glory.
Jack and Sam's relationship is portrayed as subtle yet at the same time very hot. Althiugh this is UST the sexual tension is evident throughout .
The story is fairly long so be prepared, You'll want to stick with it until the end.


"Hey, Shanahan, what's the deal with your girlfriend and her crew?"
The question was soft and low, pitched to be inaudible to humans standing beyond a six yard range.
Teal'c was not human.
Without his primta, some of Teal'c's skills and abilities had remained, while others had fallen aside. He had learned to compensate for what he no longer had so as not to be a burden on his friends. And his hearing was still excellent.
As he stood out in the sun, perfectly still beneath the summer sky, Teal'c turned his bandanna-covered head slowly to the sky, angling his ear so he could better hear the conversation. He was not above eavesdropping where he considered it necessary, and since the matter pertained to his team, he saw no reason to make his awareness of the conversation known to the speakers.
"I don't know."
"Well, you should," said the first voice, peevishly. "They weren't even called in to look after the problem in the first place. They were supposed to advise on Stambaugh and his background - and the next minute they're running this op."
"It's bad enough that we had SWAT all over this," grumbled a second voice. "But at least they don't keep secrets like these guys."
Teal'c was very much aware of the disgruntlement of both SWAT and Police Department regarding the manner in which O'Neill had taken over the operations. He had overheard various comments throughout the morning, brief comments of irritation, sneering or annoyance.
Detective Shanahan became defensive, "Look, they work on a classified project..."
"Yeah. Classified against plebs like us," said the second voice with no small amount of resentment. "C'mon, Pete. You're sleeping with the chick, right? She doesn't tell you anything?"
"I'm not authorized to know about the work she does."
It appeared that Detective Shanahan had learned some form of discretion since his ill-advised attempt to follow Major Carter around in pursuit of the knowledge of what she did. O'Neill had been informed of the attempt via sources at the NID, and he had passed the information on to Teal'c with the injunction to keep his eyes open in case Detective Shanahan caused further trouble for the SGC. So far, there had been no trouble that Teal'c had discerned; however it was quite clear that Shanahan still smarted from the knowledge that he was not privy to the full secrets of the SGC.
"Right. What they really mean by 'you're not authorized' is, 'you're not worthy to be informed of what we're worthy to be informed of.'"
"Yep. Besides, how do we really know what's going on? I mean, this whole 'experimental technology' thing? Does it sound like a cover-up or what?"
"And your girlfriend? I mean, no offence, man, but...she's hot."
"Yeah. Have you seen the way that O'Neill looks at her?"
"It's not like that."
"Pete, use your big head to think for a minute, will you? The SWAT guys figure they're screwing - and these guys know body language."
"They don't have a lot of personal space around each other," said the second voice, almost apologetically.
"Yeah, didn't she shrug you off this morning, Shanahan?"
Silence. Teal'c risked a glance in the direction from which the voices were coming, and spotted Shanahan in the throes of a strong emotion. Anger, perhaps. It was little surprise, considering the provocation of his colleagues. The emotion was acceptable, however the expression of it was what concerned Teal'c. He did not consider Detective Shanahan to be a particularly self-controlled man.
"That was different," came the answer, but slowly and reluctantly. "She said she had her professional standing to think of..."
"Yeah. Sure. Professional standing? If you ask any of the Air Force personnel about the deal with O'Neill and her, they all hedge away from the subject. And the ones that will say anything all say that the two have 'the highest respect' for each other, but ask them anything more and they clam."
"Okay," Detective Shanahan interrupted. "Do you mind? This is my girlfriend you're talking about. Yeah, she and O'Neill are friends. They've worked together for seven years..."
"Seven years working with that body and not jump her?" The first speaker sniggered. "Sorry, man, but don't let the pretty face fool you. It's the lookers that screw you up, because they know they can."
"Johnson, if you go any further, you'll get a faceful of my fist."
"Easy, man, I'm just telling you..."
"And I'm just telling you to shut up."
There was a moment when Teal'c thought that a fight would break out over the matter, before the second man spoke again. This time, his tones were conciliatory. "Look, Shanahan, I'm not saying the girl is cheating on you, but at the least you should get her to tell you about the real deal of what's going with the hostage situation. Because we've been fed enough bullshit to make a mushroom choke."