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?

 

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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."

 

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