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stargateficrec2020-11-19 01:38 pm
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Off the Record by samsg1 (PG)
Show: SG-1
Rec Category: Jack O'Neill
Characters: Jack O'Neill, Samantha Carter, George Hammond
Pairings: Jack O'Neill/Samantha Carter
Categories: het, episode tag,
Warnings: angst (with a happy ending)
Word Count: 6200
Author on DW: none
Author's Website: AO3 profile
Link to Fic: Off the Record
Author's Summary:
Four times Hammond talks with Sam off the record about her feelings for her CO.
Why This Must Be Read:
Tags for multiple episodes where Sam has revealed a bit too much about her feelings for Jack. This is largely a Sam and George fic, where George has to be the Boss and deal with potential problems of anything non-professional between Sam and Jack. But Jack looms over every word, even if he doesn't show up until the end.
A nicely done fic.
George got out of his car and immediately noticed the neglected lawn framing the otherwise picturesque suburban home of Major Samantha Carter. Heaps of fallen golden leaves adorned the bushels of grass. He’d obtained her address from her personnel file, and now laying eyes upon her home for the first time he was struck by the thought that somehow this type of home doesn’t seem to fit his image of the Major. He imagined something more concrete and dark; he’d probably seen her in her lab too often, he thought to himself. In fact, not too long ago she had spent an entire three months holed up in her lab. He had been astounded to receive a call from payroll to say that a certain Major hadn’t clocked off the base for thirty days straight, and he had been even more surprised at her borderline insubordination with him when he had insisted that she go home. Less of a surprise to him was to see her check-in time pop back up on the personnel spreadsheet less than twelve hours later. She really was as stubborn as her father, but he couldn’t fault her for it. She’d gotten the Colonel home- inventing a whole new subset of particle physics along the way- both points having pleased the bigwigs at the Pentagon. So he’d let it, and her, be.
When she answered the door he wasn’t surprised by her reaction. She looked utterly blind sided by his appearance, and he couldn’t help but chuckle. One of the perks of being a General was watching subordinate officers sweat in one’s presence.
“General! I-I wasn’t expecting you! Urm, come in, Sir,” she stammered, waving a hand in invitation.
“Thank you Major,” and he stepped into her hallway, taking in his surroundings. Neat and minimal, as expected. A few framed childhood pictures of her and Jacob adorned the staircase wall, and another of her brother, Mark, and his kids sits next to the phone on a low table. He’d known the Carters for so long but it had been a long time since he’d seen her brother. He wondered how old the kids in the photo must be by now.
Rec Category: Jack O'Neill
Characters: Jack O'Neill, Samantha Carter, George Hammond
Pairings: Jack O'Neill/Samantha Carter
Categories: het, episode tag,
Warnings: angst (with a happy ending)
Word Count: 6200
Author on DW: none
Author's Website: AO3 profile
Link to Fic: Off the Record
Author's Summary:
Four times Hammond talks with Sam off the record about her feelings for her CO.
Why This Must Be Read:
Tags for multiple episodes where Sam has revealed a bit too much about her feelings for Jack. This is largely a Sam and George fic, where George has to be the Boss and deal with potential problems of anything non-professional between Sam and Jack. But Jack looms over every word, even if he doesn't show up until the end.
A nicely done fic.
George got out of his car and immediately noticed the neglected lawn framing the otherwise picturesque suburban home of Major Samantha Carter. Heaps of fallen golden leaves adorned the bushels of grass. He’d obtained her address from her personnel file, and now laying eyes upon her home for the first time he was struck by the thought that somehow this type of home doesn’t seem to fit his image of the Major. He imagined something more concrete and dark; he’d probably seen her in her lab too often, he thought to himself. In fact, not too long ago she had spent an entire three months holed up in her lab. He had been astounded to receive a call from payroll to say that a certain Major hadn’t clocked off the base for thirty days straight, and he had been even more surprised at her borderline insubordination with him when he had insisted that she go home. Less of a surprise to him was to see her check-in time pop back up on the personnel spreadsheet less than twelve hours later. She really was as stubborn as her father, but he couldn’t fault her for it. She’d gotten the Colonel home- inventing a whole new subset of particle physics along the way- both points having pleased the bigwigs at the Pentagon. So he’d let it, and her, be.
When she answered the door he wasn’t surprised by her reaction. She looked utterly blind sided by his appearance, and he couldn’t help but chuckle. One of the perks of being a General was watching subordinate officers sweat in one’s presence.
“General! I-I wasn’t expecting you! Urm, come in, Sir,” she stammered, waving a hand in invitation.
“Thank you Major,” and he stepped into her hallway, taking in his surroundings. Neat and minimal, as expected. A few framed childhood pictures of her and Jacob adorned the staircase wall, and another of her brother, Mark, and his kids sits next to the phone on a low table. He’d known the Carters for so long but it had been a long time since he’d seen her brother. He wondered how old the kids in the photo must be by now.