Title: Under_Construction

Title: Under Construction (1/1)

Author: Lisa Yaeger

E-mail: lisayaeger@hotmail.com

Rating: R

Category: UST

Pairings: Sam/Jack

Content Warnings: mild language, hints of sexuality

Summary: It's hot and they're stuck in traffic. What's a girl to do?

Season/sequel: Season 7

Spoilers: No real spoilers- just that Daniel has descended.

Archive: SJD & whoever wants to- just let me know!

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: Fluff. But fun.

Feedback: Welcomed!

Date: 22-6-2003

*****

It was no less than 95 degrees Fahrenheit in the shade. If anyone

asked, she could claim heat-induced dementia as the reason why she

had agreed to accompany her teammates to Chatfield State Park.

Packing sunscreen, magazines and water bottles into her beach bag,

Sam Carter wondered if this wasn't one of the worst ideas she had

agreed to. She was about to see

Her

Commanding

Officer

Swim

Trunks.

Dear God. At least it hadn't been his idea either. Apparently

someone on SG-2 had bought a new boat and had invited both his

teammates and SG-1 for a ride. And Teal'c, of all people, had

thought it was a good idea for them to go. He had reminded the

Colonel of his interest in water skiing. And the Colonel in turn

just *had* to remind Daniel that herons, his favorite bird, nested at the park over the summer. Daniel apparently remembered his interest in bird watching, and looked at Sam expectantly. She couldn't say no, could she? Everyone wanted to take this opportunity to bond. As a team. Once again. So, putting aside her own fear of getting a sunburn that would make her a good candidate for skin cancer in the not-so-distant future, she had agreed to go for a ride on the boat.

It wasn't until afterward, on her way home to change and pack up,

that she realized they would all be wearing swimsuits. It was a

beach after all. They were going on a boat, and it was so

incredibly hot, she couldn't imagine not wanting to dive in the

water at some point. And then just how bad this idea actually was

hit her again. She was going to see

Her

Commanding

Officer

*Wet*

Swim

Trunks.

She swallowed hard as the doorbell rang. Preparing herself as if it

were Anubis himself at her door, she answered it, and was very much

relieved to see Teal'c standing there. Looking quite human with a

baseball cap on, a T-shirt, swim trunks (hmmm... he wasn't hard to

look at either), and a beach towel flung over his shoulder. She

tried to remember when he had started to look so, well... normal!

She smiled as he nodded, taking her bag from her to put in the cab

of the Colonel's truck as she closed the door behind her. Making

sure it was locked (twice, just to give herself a few more seconds

before having to see *him* in shorts), she was finally ready, and crawled into the backseat.

Thank god he had the air conditioning on. He was notorious for

hating the way the "fake" air made him feel, but she guessed it was

too hot even for him. Either that or Daniel had complained. Like

he would have done a year ago. And then she smiled to herself.

Maybe this *was* a good idea, maybe they could spend the day together and just forget for awhile the attraction that was always there. They could ignore the tension for an hour's car ride to the park. And once there, other people would be around.

Easy as pie.

Piece of cake.

No problem.

"Construction on I-25 Northbound."

"Expect delays of up to 45 minutes."

What the &#*%!

This was *not* part of the plan. Maybe she had misread the sign.

Maybe it was south bound and they could take back roads on the

return trip. Maybe it just said 5 minutes. Yeah. She would just

keep breathing. In and out. In and out. And definitely not

looking at how the gray T-shirt a certain *someone* was wearing really showed off his arms and chest in a very good (no, bad!) way. Or how his navy swim trunks rode half-way up his thighs when he sat down. Oh God. She was stuck in traffic with

Her

Commanding

Officer

While

Looked

*Really*

Hot.

Damn. Damn. And Double Damn! They were stopped in a line that was

about a city block away from the work being done. From the looks of

it, the workmen had just taken a break- it was hot after all- and

they weren't in any hurry to let the air conditioned cars get

through. She was going to go out of her mind. She was torn between

wanting to jump out of the truck and walk to the park and jumping

her commanding officer. She might die of heat exhaustion by taking

the first option, but she would certainly end her life as she knew

it by taking the second.

Then it hit her. A really good idea. If it worked. If not, she

would be embarrassed for the rest of her life. But these were

desperate times, and they called for desperate measures. She spoke

her first words of the trip, "Teal'c, get out." She got two side-

ways looks and a raised eyebrow, but he complied nonetheless. He

opened the door and a wave of heat swept inside. She lifted the

seat just enough so that she could crawl out, and then motioned for

him to take her place in back next to Daniel. She proceeded to

climb back in, replacing him in the front passenger seat.

Don'tjumpyourcommandingofficerDon'tjumpyourcommandingofficer

Focusing on the task at hand, she took off her navy blue T-shirt

which had been concealing a crocheted triangle bikini top in

turquoise. Next, she unfastened the top button on her jeans shorts

just enough to reveal the matching bikini bottom. She then

unscrewed the cap of a water bottle in the cup holder and poured a

little into the palm of her had. Slicking her hair back with it

(she was going for the wet look), she then appraised herself in the

mirror on the back of the sun visor. Okay, last step. And this was

so obvious, but she really hoped it would work. She took the other

cup that was in the cup holder- a 7-11 Slurpee with a really big

straw- and reached for the door handle.

She put on her best "major" voice and looked directly at him, "Sir,

I know this is a little uh... unconventional..." Yeah, that was

it. "But, I don't think any of us just want to sit here for 45

minutes, so I'm gonna-" Pointing in the direction of the

construction workers. "Just go see how long this has to take."

He swallowed. He looked. He looked again. He nodded.

"When I signal, come and get me."

She was never going to live this down. Never. But getting out of

the truck, even in the sweltering heat, was a welcome relief from

the mounting tension that she knew he felt as strongly as she did.

So, she walked toward the men, with unfaltering determination (if

not a little extra sway in her hips), sucking on the straw for all

it was worth (cherry was good, but raspberry was better) and praying

that this wouldn't backfire.

She couldn't see them, but her three teammates (and several other

men in the cars in line with them) were watching- no *leering*- as she made her way to the site. A few minutes and a few fake laughs

later, she signaled. He pulled out of line and cautiously made his

way up to her. He watched as one of the workers moved a piece of

equipment out of the way so that they could pass the other cars. A

clear highway lay before them.

As he pulled up behind her, he saw her scribble something on

a piece of paper that one of the guys held out for her. He watched as she winked and smiled just before getting back into the truck. She closed the door, let out a sigh, and ordered him, "Go."

He did. No one said anything for the first twenty minutes. And

then Daniel, leave it to him, just had to ask. "What did you say to

them?"

"I told them that there was a party tonight that they wouldn't want

to miss, and if they let us go through, I would write down

directions."

"To where did you direct them, Major Carter?"

And as she turned just a little in her seat to be able to see Teal'c

as she answered him, she noticed the Colonel shifting in his seat.

And a little uncomfortably at that.

"Let's just say Janet is going to have some company tonight."

She heard Daniel mutter an "oh boy" under his breath as she watched

the corners of Teal'c's mouth turn upwards. Daring a glance at her

commanding officer's response, it was all she could do not to gasp

as she noticed that his shorts had, well, ridden up higher than

before. Dear God. She was

Enjoying

This

Day.