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Title:
Fair Day (1/1)
Author:
Lisa Yaeger
E-mail:
lisayaeger@hotmail.com
Rating:
PG-13
Category:
Angst
Pairings:
Sam/Jack
Content
Warnings: mild language
Summary:
What does "Fair Day" mean to Sam and Jack?
Season/sequel:
This happens in season 6
Spoilers:
100 Days, eps with Jonas
Archive:
SJD & whoever wants to- I'd be flattered!
Disclaimer:
All publicly recognizable characters and places are the
property
of MGM, World Gekko Corp and Double Secret productions. This
piece of
fan fiction was created for entertainment not monetary
purposes
and no infringement on copyrights or trademarks was intended.
Previously
unrecognized characters and places, and this story, are
copyrighted
to the author. Any similarity to real persons, living or
dead,
is coincidental and not intended by the author.
Status:
Complete.
Author's
notes: I hate that woman, but it's not about that. Oh, and
Suz,
I'm sure she's the devil's child. No DNA needed. <g> Thanks to
the SG1
Transcripts Yahoo Group!
Feedback:
Welcomed!
Date:
22-10-2002
*****
"Fair
day!"
Those
two words made Sam snap her head back at warp speed, "*What* did
you
say?"
Jonas
had never seen the look, which could only be correctly
categorized
as rage, on Sam's face directed at him before. He
swallowed
and said more quietly, "Fair day?"
"Where
in the *hell* did you pick that phrase up from?" She had her
hands
at her sides in fists, her whole body had become tense and
rigid.
"I've
been catching up on some of the earlier missions that Dr.
Jackson
wrote in his journal about. He tried to capture the common
phrases
on each planet, and I remember reading one where the natives
used to
say 'fair day' in greeting." He tried to judge her reaction
to his
explanation and then ventured, "I take it you've been there?"
"Only
briefly." She paused, relaxing just a bit, "Colonel O'Neill was
there
for much longer."
"Oh,
right. That was the same place he was trapped on for three
months!"
His mind now working in overdrive, "By the way, I've been
meaning
to talk to you about that particle-"
"Another
time." She turned back around and continued on her journey
to her
lab. Once inside, she closed the door and seated herself in
front
of her laptop. Staring at the screen that was still black, she
allowed
herself to remember the scene she had fought so long and hard
to
forget. His words, "No, I'm not." Not happy to be coming home.
It hurt
worse than his invitation for *her* to come back to Earth with
him.
But only by a little.
*****************
Jonas
stood stunned in the hallway. The look of bewilderment on his
face
stopped Teal'c on his way to the gym, "JonasQuinn, is something
wrong?"
Snapped
out of his daze, Jonas shook his head and replied, "I'm not
sure."
Ever on
alert, Teal'c queried further, "Should we report something of
importance
to General Hammond?"
"No,
no. I just had an odd encounter with Sam."
Teal'c
raised his eyebrow to encourage the continuation of Jonas's
explanation.
"We
passed each other in the hallway just before now, and I
greeted
her with a phrase I read about in Dr. Jackson's journal, and I
thought
for a second that she was going to hurt me. *Really* hurt me."
"MajorCarter
would not injure you without good cause." His eyes
looked
Jonas up and down, "Although I do believe she could cause you
serious
injury."
"Thanks,
Teal'c." A hint of sarcasm lingered in the air as he
continued
on his way to get some lunch.
Now it
was Teal'c's turn to stand looking confused in the hallway.
**********************
Still
processing the conversations from earlier, Jonas absentmindedly
bumped
into Colonel O'Neill making his way out of the commissary,
spilling
a little coffee from his cup onto the floor.
"Sorry,
Colonel."
Moderately
disturbed, Jack gave Jonas a cautionary look, but said
nothing
as he started to make his way.
"I
should have stayed in bed."
Feeling
slightly guilty at his silence, Jack spoke up, "Come on,
Jonas,
it was only coffee."
"Yeah,
but that look you just gave me, added to the look I got from Sam
earlier,
makes me think I should hide out for the rest of the day."
It
still bothered Jack that Jonas called her Sam. That simple word
conveying
everything he couldn't have. Things that Jonas, or other
men
like him, could. "What did you do?" A trace of humor laced his
question;
she only got upset at pretty important things and the
thought
of Jonas irritating her made him just a little happy.
"I
didn't *do* anything. Apparently she didn't appreciate my choice of
greetings."
His
puzzled face intrigued Jack just a little, "So what did you *say*?"
Teal'c
had problems with the language at first, too. It was probably
something
sexist like 'Hey, Babe.'
"'Fair
day.' I mean, isn't that a nice thing to say. Or at the very
least
it's not rude, right?"
A dozen
different memories descended on Jack at the mention of words
he
hadn't heard in years. *Her* words, 'Our two worlds are going to
be...friends.
Closer friends. Fair day and be well.'
"Ah,
Colonel?" At least Jack didn't look like he wanted to kill
Jonas.
Broken
from his reverie, Jack realized he was lost in his own thoughts
for a
minute and quickly returned to reality, "Right."
Puzzled
by the opposite reactions from Jack and Sam, Jonas decided not
to use
his new phrase anymore and go watch TV. He couldn't get into
any
more trouble that way, right?
************************
Trying
to forget his own encounter with Jonas, Jack made his way past
Sam's
lab and noticed through the window in the door that she was
staring
at a laptop that didn't appear to be turned on. He opened the
door
without knocking and said, "It might work if you plug it in."
Her
butt lost contact with the chair as the sound of his voice
startled
her from her thoughts, Janet's words still echoing in her
head, ‘You
miss him... Is this a problem?’
"Easy,
Carter." She looked wound tighter than he had seen her in
years.
Since he had come back- Oh. Right. Since then. Damn Jonas.
Whose
idea was it anyway to let him on SG-1?
"Sorry,
Sir. You just surprised me." Quickly turning on the laptop
and
grabbing the nearest doohickey, she made the motions of returning
to
work.
He
retreated silently from her lab, closed the door behind him and
watched
her resume staring at the screen of her laptop asking for her
login
and password. She didn't make any move to type. He mouthed the
words
he never spoke then, "Thank you, Sam."
Her
eyes were fixed at a point in the middle of the screen, not really
seeing.
A small voice that she hadn't allowed herself to hear then,
but
couldn't seem to silence lately resumed its chant, "Yeah, it's a
problem."
**********