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Author's Notes: This story came about in AIM chat one night. I made a BtVS quote and said whoever could guess the quote got a story written of their choice. Beth guessed and wanted shippy-ness [natch!] and Maybourne whumping. So here it is....
Dedication: To Beth, because she guessed where “Fire bad, tree pretty” came from.
Special Thanks: To Linz, for coming up with the title....
“Questions of Consequence”
by A. Magiluna Stormwriter
Another briefing like how many before?
So here I sit. Bored out of my gourd. And no one understands. Well, maybe Teal'c does. He's the only one who's really going through this with me. God, I really hate Latin. And if Doc doesn't stop shining that light in my eyes, I swear I'm gonna to have to hurt her....and I swore I'd never hit a woman. But she's really trying my patience here. And good old George? He gives me another one of those looks like I'm utterly insane, I'm gonna have to pants him one of these times.
But Sam.... *sigh* Ah, Sammie....What can I say about her? Besides what I've been damned tempted to do to her. But I haven't really had the time, either. No, that's not right either. I've had more than enough time, but do I really dare do what I want to do with Sam if she's not going to remember it? I mean, isn't that like taking advantage of her? Hell, in some circles, it'd be considered rape. And I can't do that to her, not to my Sammie....
*frustrated sigh* You know, I don't know if I should be hurting Danny-boy for giving me that suggestion or not. No consequences. Gotta give the space monkey credit for thinking of it in the first place. It did allow me and Teal'c some much needed stress relief during all this crap. *wry chuckle* Like what we did, oh probably four or five loops into this whole “no consequences” thing. I think it was that many. We actually took a whole loop just to plan it out. It was sweet!
We got Maybourne out here on the pretense that there was some new alien technology he needed to see. He got out here with barely two or three hours to spare. But it was enough time.
It took hardly anything to corner him alone in my office. And then we let loose. He never knew what hit him either. It's not like we didn't have just cause. I mean, Teal'c's still pretty sore about that whole experimental thingie after he got bit by that bug from hell on BP63Q1. And me? Good old Harry owes me big time for that Black Ops stint I had to pull in order to find out he was the one in charge of stealing the alien technologies.
So we got him into my office and Teal'c closed the door, then locked it. Harry got a little suspicious then – and a little nervous, too, if you know what I mean. It's like he just **knew** we were gonna cream him.
But before he could say anything, I smiled at him and said, “Harry, you'd probably do best to keep your trap shut and just accept that you've had this coming for a while now.” Then I glanced over at Teal'c and said, “Teal'c, I believe you won the coin flip.”
Yeah, we actually flipped a coin to see who got to take the first shot at Colonel Harry Maybourne. But only because my fine Jaffa friend still doesn't quite get the subtleties of Rock-Paper-Scissors. Maybe that's just Junior's fault – I don't know.
Anyway, so Teal'c walks over to Maybourne, who's actually cringing now, and smacks him upside the back of his head. I nearly peed my pants at the look on Harry's face. Mind you, a smack like that from Teal'c does hurt, but I think Harry was expecting something a little more. And who am I to deny him?
“Hey, Harry?” I asked. When he turned my way, I caught him with a right hook to the chin. As he fell to his knees, I said, “Face, meet fist.”
And that just kind of started the ball rolling. We took out our anger at him. Damn, my fist hurt for three more loops after that one.
Now we didn't kill him, tempting as it was. It's one thing to explain away a beating – alien influence, insanity – if the loop didn't reset itself, but a murder is an entirely different kettle of fish. We just beat the living crap out of him. I mean, I was in the middle of a nice roundhouse to his head when the damned loop reset itself.
Needless to say, I was a little miffed that I never got to see the completion of that kick. And it was a sweet one, too.
So where was I before I got on my “kick Harry's ass” ramble? On yeah. No consequences. And Sam....
You have no idea how badly I wanted to just take a whole loop and devote it to making slow, sweet love to her. Just to take the time to really show her just how much she means to me. I mean, after that whole Zatarc thing, she knows I have feelings for her, and I know she has feelings for me. But does she really understand just how much I care about her? How much I love her?
I mean, okay, I did something this last loop. I really wish we hadn't been reset, tho'.
I kissed her. I kissed Sam. But not like that time in the locker room, when she came after me. This one was out in the open. In the control room. In front of old George there. Just walked up to him, handed him my resignation, walked over to Sam....and kissed her.
**sigh** You have no idea just how sweet that kiss was either. She hesitated for a few seconds, I think it was shock, but then she totally got into it. I mean, she just held onto me and kissed me like her life depended on it.
I think I was more disappointed that the loop reset itself this time than after the Maybourne whumping. Why? Because I can never do it again. Not like that. It wasn't fair to Sam, and if I do it again, I'd be taking advantage of her. And I can't do that.
But, god! I wish we hadn't reset then. I mean, if that had continued, I'd have....
I'd have ended the kiss, scooped her up into my arms, and walked out of the building. I'd have held her and kissed her the whole way. Taken her up to the top of the mountain, to that place where we'd always sneak away to watch the stars. I'd have set her down on the ground and kissed her again, then pulled off her t-shirt. Nibbled and sucked on her nipples through that sweet little sports bra of hers. Found my way into her pants to tease her clit, making her gasp out my name before she begged me to take her. Then I'd have eased into her, so gently, so careful not to hurt her, my beautiful Sammie. Gently follow our own rhythm until she begged me to go faster, harder, deeper – whatever she'd need to get her pleasure. Then gently send her over the edge, following her as she cried out my name.
“Oh, Jack! Yes, Jack! Jack! Sir!”
I blink at that, the fantasy beginning to fade.
“What are you smiling at?” Sam. My Sam. Staring at me, confused.
Remembering my greatest fantasy, I just continue to smile at her. “Nothing,” I say, realizing fully that she's embarrassed by my look.
Yeah, I think maybe she and I need to have a little talk when this is all over.
Out of that room....