Convolutions Chapter 4. It Happens
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Jack awakened to a nagging headache and the faint smell of strawberries. Sam. His lips turned up in a crooked smile as he studied her. Then he chuckled aloud, still confused by this beautiful complexity that he'd married. He refused to believe that she'd cuddle up to just anyone like this, so why the separation papers? What was going on in that super convoluted brain that he couldn't possibly understand?
'Damn headache!' He turned away from Sam planning on getting some Ibuprofen from the bathroom cabinet and smiled when he saw it sitting on his nightstand along with a full glass of water. He downed a few of the tablets and lay back against his pillow, stroking his forehead unconsciously. In a few seconds she moved against him again, snuggling into his body, squirming until she'd found the perfect spot and then sighing into his shoulder. He pressed his lips against her hair and left them there, drinking in the sweet smell of strawberries and waiting for the headache to subside.
They'd been lying there for a long time when Sam started to whimper and stir beside him. She was mumbling in her sleep, dreaming. She never did this off world, but he'd learned quickly that she did it often at home, her mind didn't seem to rest even when she was sleeping, tossing and turning, rehashing events, solving problems. He'd heard her say some pretty strange things, most of which he didn't understand so he just hugged her against him and waited.
Her hand pressed hard against his chest as she tried to escape his embrace. More mumbling and then suddenly, "Dammit, Cam! No!"
Jack froze as he felt every muscle in her body tense.
Her voice trailed away as Jack watched and waited, totally confused and wondering what the hell she was dreaming about. Then she began to whimper softly and even though there were no real tears, the sound of her suffering sent shivers up Jack's spine. He was about to wake her when she yelled out to him.
"Jack! Where are you...can't find him...Daniel! Where...no...don't...Jack, please. Daniel, help me."
She was crying now, tears running freely down her cheeks from her still closed eyes. That was it, Jack couldn't watch this anymore.
"Sam, wake up, baby. I'm here. I'm right here."
He was kissing her face and hugging her close without even really thinking about what he was doing, just wanting her to wake up - trying to pull her out of the nightmare.
And suddenly she yelled. "Mitchell!"
"Hey, Sam! Hey, hey, hey. It's me. Mitchell's not here! Come on, everything's ok, I got you, baby." He leaned back and brushed the hair out of her face and smiled as she opened her eyes. "It's me, baby. You were dreaming. We're ok."
Her voice was full of confusion as she stared at him still not completely awake. "Jack?"
He pressed a soft kiss against her lips and pulled back to grin at her.
"Yeah. Who else? You ok, now?"
"Jack? Oh, God, Jack!"
She kissed him solidly, pressing herself against him along the lengths of their bodies, her sudden passion taking Jack by surprise as she wrapped herself around him and held on, kissing him aggressively.
Jack held back for only a moment, wondering in the back of his mind why she was calling out Mitchell's name and then he let his emotions and her passion take control. She moaned softly against his neck as his hands made short work of her clothing, leaving her bare against him and then her lips were on his again. Searching and furious, attacking his mouth with the savage desire that he had yearned for.
He rolled them over and pulled away from her lips, searching her sleep heavy eyes. She was driving him crazy. He couldn't hope to keep up with her moods lately and he had no idea why she was pressing against him now, moving seductively beneath his weight. He slid one hand down her body and she gasped loudly, grabbing his hair as his fingers brushed lightly against her skin. He felt her move, adjusting slightly and spreading her legs for him and he stopped thinking about everything else. All he wanted was to make love to her.
She teased and petted, slowly coaxing him deeper into her soft embrace and then exploding beneath him like a wild fire blazing out of control, darkening the world around them and devouring all the oxygen, as it pulled him into the inferno.
He groaned her name in a tense whisper as he moved against her, lost in the blinding passion that surrounded them. This was his Sam, his wife, the woman he loved and needed but tonight she was different somehow, dark, scared, almost desperate in her passion. Suddenly her nails were digging into his back and her body was clenching around him, pulling him along in its wake as her fire finally consumed him.
The room was silent around them now and they lay still against each other, cradled in each other's arms. Jack was drawing in great gulps of air, as Sam struggled for her own breath beneath him. He pressed his lips against her neck, kissing her softly, intimately on the tender skin below her ear and holding her close.
"I've missed you, baby."
His hands stroked her skin gently, lovingly as he spoke and she pressed her face against his.
"I know. I'm sorry."
"Don't be sorry, Sam. Let's just fix it, whatever it is. Let's make it right, ok?"
"That's all I want. Don't give up on us, Sam. We can do this, together we can do anything!"
His hands were now running through her hair, stroking and calming her with his touch.
"Loving you wasn't the problem, Jack. Still isn't. But..."
"Let it wait till morning then, ok?"
She looked into his pleading eyes and knew it wasn't too much to ask. She'd missed him and knew that he'd missed her, too. The problems weren't solved and hadn't magically disappeared but she felt safe and loved in his arms so it wasn't hard for her to agree. She smiled as his hand again slid along her body, stroking her gently.
"Ok. Until morning." She smiled into his eyes and then frowned suddenly. "How's your head?"
"About a 7, I'd say."
"On a scale of one to ten?" She asked puzzled.
Sam giggled against his shoulder. "Need something for it."
"Just had it. You're the best possible cure." He placed a light kiss on the end of her nose and gave her a half smile. "I'm fine, Sam."
"Ok, but medicine might work better."
"Had that, too." He grinned.
"Just before we...before you woke up."
"Don't suppose you want to share what you were dreaming about?"
A dark cloud settled quickly over her face as Jack watched. "Not just now, ok?"
Jack settled against her, relaxing but still letting his hands roam over her body. He just hoped it was him that she was making love to and not some fantasy lover, or worse...someone else. He pushed that fear away and pulled her close.
"I love you." He whispered.
"I know." She whispered back to him as she wrapped her arm around his waist and snuggled closer.
"Sam, do you have fantasies...picture someone else when we're making love?"
A deep frown creased her brow. "I thought we were going to talk tomorrow."
"Yeah. We are...so, do you?"
"No, Jack. I've never felt the need. I can barely think at all with you...doing what you do." She smiled warmly as her voice trailed off and she looked into his somewhat worried eyes. "There's no one else, if that's what you're thinking."
His eyes turned a deeper shade of brown as she watched and a small twinkle reappeared.
"Good answer." He pulled her into a deep, gentle kiss that successfully conveyed all of his unspoken emotions for her and then he whispered against her ear. "Good night, baby."
"Jack, you know I really don't like that "baby" thing."
"Yes, you do." He teased. "You just don't want anyone else to know it."
She giggled against his neck and echoed his words.
"Good night, baby."
"Sam, that's gonna get you in trouble."
"Oh, yeah? Well, what's good for the Colonel is good for the General, I say."
Jack kissed her forehead, laughing as he pulled her closer.
"Go to sleep, smart ass."
But he was smiling as she relaxed into him and he fell asleep listening to the beat of her heart against his chest.
Jack opened his eyes slowly, listening to the loud banging and soft cursing that had interrupted his sleep. He rolled over to where Sam should have been; already knowing she wasn't there but somehow still hoping she was. His head was pounding again as he rose slowly to get dressed. Another loud bang invaded his senses, causing him to stagger slightly.
He yelled knowing she probably wouldn't hear him and got a stabbing pain in the head for his efforts. The headache tablets were still on the nightstand and he reached for the bottle, swallowing several before he started down the hallway.
The tinkling sound of glass being dumped into the trashcan greeted him as he stepped into the hallway, followed swiftly by several low curses and the sound of the lid being slammed down, rather forcefully. 'I'm in big trouble' he thought as he walked slowly towards the kitchen.
He stepped into the doorway and watched her for a second before speaking.
She was momentarily startled and whirled on her feet to face him, broom and dustpan in hand.
"Here, give it to me. I'll finish up."
"No, you're barefoot and besides, I'm almost finished."
"I said it's all right!" Her voice rose almost a full octave as she shouted her frustrated reply. "Really, I'm almost done. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to shout but what the hell were you doing, Jack? Trying to destroy everything we own?"
"No, just...some of it." He quipped brightly and then grinned but was met with her cold angry stare.
"What happened? What were you mad about, Jack?"
"What was I mad...?" He trailed off, unable to believe she didn't know. Ok, truth time. He'd just tell her. "Not what, who. You, Sam. I was mad at you."
"Me? What did I do? I wasn't even here!" Her voice was still strained as she looked at him in confusion.
"You served me with those damned separation papers, Sam! That's what you did or have you forgotten that little titbit already?" Now Jack's voice was raised, too but he hadn't moved from the doorway. "And then...you wouldn't even sit down and have coffee! You just walked out in the middle of it!"
"We weren't in the middle of anything, Jack, I had to go to work! You know that!"
"That's an excuse, Sam and you know it. I deserve better than that from you. I expect more than that!"
"Jack, you don't understand..."
"You're right about that, Carter! How about explaining it to me? Explain to me that you don't want to see me anymore but then make love to me the way you did last night!"
He stopped and waited, his eyes, overflowing with anger, daring her to answer but she remained quiet.
"No? Then how about just starting with why you're yelling Mitchell's name in the middle of the night!"
Sam froze for a second and then slammed the broom and dustpan to the floor, scattering the last remnants of Jack's rage across the room again.
"Mitchell? He has nothing..."
She never finished that sentence, glancing into his eyes and away again. She wasn't ready for this argument. She wasn't prepared so she unconsciously used her tactical experience against him, diverting him from the real issues.
"Dammit, Jack! You can be so.... infuriating! You can't even decide who you're talking to...your wife or your subordinate!"
"No, I'm perfectly clear on that...or at least I was until recently! You, on the other hand, seem to be having a problem with it!"
"Yes, dammit, I am! And is that not allowed? One minute I'm saluting and "yes, siring you" and the next I'm in your bed! And you push me, Jack! Do I always have to be your perfect little scientist with an answer for everything? That's pretty damned hard to live up to, Jack!"
Jack moved across the room and stopped just inches from her face, shouting and staring down at her as he would a new recruit, but Sam didn't flinch. He knew what she was doing and he intended to stop it here and how, he wasn't going to let her distract him and avoid the issues.
"I want to know what's going on! Stop all this bull shit and tell me the truth! Just tell me! You can start with what were you dreaming about!"
"None of your damned business!"
"Oh, well that's good, Carter! That's really going to help!"
All reason had gone out the window. They were both furious and yelling and Jack thought maybe this was what it was going to take. Maybe she had to totally lose control before she'd give in.
"Oh, shut up, General!"
"You get mad and destroy the kitchen but I can't even throw down a broom without you getting bent out of shape and going into your 'general act'!"
"Broom! That has nothing to do with this and you know it! You're avoiding the issue, Sam, and that won't solve anything. So if we have to scream until we're senseless, then we have to! But I intend to find out just what the hell is going on!"
"Um, morning guys!" Daniel's voice squeaked just a bit as he spoke into the moment of silence. "Are we...? Yeah. Good morning!"
He repeated the words and pushed his glasses up on his nose, smiling uneasily as he realized that he had just walked in on round three of something miles short of marital bliss and quickly decided to feign innocence.
"Daniel, what the hell are you doing here?" Jack's tone left no room for misinterpretation as he glared at his friend. "It's not even 0900 yet!"
"Yeah, I know! Well, I uh, saw the mess last night when we brought you inside and I thought you might want coffee this morning...so, I, uh, brought you some. A new pot and some...coffee." He held the items out towards Jack and Sam, reminiscent of a peace offering.
Jack and Sam turned to face each other, glaring harshly and silently agreeing to put this argument aside for now. Sam turned back towards Daniel, smiling.
"Thank you, Daniel, that was very thoughtful." She looked around the room uncertainly for a moment. "I was just looking for the coffee!"
"Oh, is that what you're doing?" Daniel stood calmly watching his friends as they struggled to deal with the uncomfortable situation. "Funny, it didn't sound like that from over here."
"Daniel!" Daniel immediately recognized the warning tone in Jack's voice but paid little attention.
"Is everything ok, Sam?" He watched closely as Sam moved to start the coffee.
"Yeah, Daniel, everything's just "peachy" as the General would say. We were just cleaning up." She flashed a sarcastic smile at Jack that no one in their right mind would interpret as sweet and Daniel flinched slightly.
"Um, I should go..." He pointed a thumb over his shoulder towards the door nervously, unable to pretend innocence any longer.
"No, Daniel. Stay. Sit down and have some coffee. It's good to see you!"
"Of course, Daniel. When haven't we been happy to see you?"
Sam was trying to smile but the strain was obvious. Daniel had known them long enough to know they were both pissed and the two of them together - angry, could be a powerfully destructive force.
"Well, there was...ok, forget that. So, Jack, when did you get home?"
Sam looked at him with a questioning glance and he shrugged his shoulders slightly as he tried to make light of the situation. Sam shook her head and let an honest smile cross her lips for the first time since he'd arrived, suddenly amused at his unease.
"Ok, Daniel. We were fighting. Satisfied?"
"Well, I kinda got that, Jack. I can still go..."
"Hey, they don't call you linguist for nothing, huh, Danny?"
Jack was smiling, sarcasm dripping from that "kill me if you can" smile that Jack liked to use on the Goa'uld.
"Are you two putting me on? Or is there a problem?"
"Both." Jack snapped back.
"Ok. Well, is it serious? Maybe I can help?"
Daniel was frowning wondering if he even wanted to know or get involved. This wasn't a team thing; it was Jack and Sam. Passionate, protective and volatile all in the same breath, dodging and weaving so quickly that only they could keep up.
"Oh, yeah, big time! And no you can't!"
Now Daniel was confused, he knew they were fighting, really fighting when he arrived but they had turned it off just as if they'd flicked a switch. No, he wasn't sure what was going on but he knew that Jack was still very upset. His confusion mounted as he looked from one to the other.
"I thought we were friends. I was just offering to..."
"Yes, Daniel. I know and we are. Besides, you brought coffee. And I have a rule about not shooting the guy that brings the coffee!"
"Ok, Jack. That's good, I guess."
Jack's mood was jumping all over the place and with amazing speed. He'd never seen this particular "Jack mood" before and it puzzled him.
"Yes, it is!"
Jack smiled and slapped Daniel on the back, tromping out of the kitchen and slamming the bedroom door a few seconds later, hard enough that the dishes in the cabinets rattled and Daniel jumped. He looked at Sam with a worried expression as she quickly turned away.
"Dammit!" She muttered and threw a cup against the wall.
"Sam?" Daniel asked quietly.
"What?" She snapped and then immediately apologized. "Sorry, Daniel, it's just..."
"Ah, it's ok. You don't have to explain, Sam. It happens."
Sam looked up at him with surprise clearly written on her face.
Daniel nodded slowly.
"You and Sha're?"
"Oh, yeah!" He chuckled. "Only she didn't throw dishes at the wall, she threw them at me!"
Sam smiled and then giggled, wondering what Daniel had done - or what Sha're had thought he'd done.
Daniel let out a sigh of relief with his laughter. Now if he could just get through to Jack, make him realize that maybe things weren't as serious as they seemed...but smiling was probably hoping for too much.
Sam and Daniel sat at the table, sipping coffee and waiting for Jack to return. When an hour had passed, Sam walked down the hall to check on him. She pushed open the door to find him sleeping on their bed so she closed the door and returned to Daniel.
"I'm sorry, Daniel. He's sleeping. It's probably his head injury or the meds."
"It's ok, Sam. I can see him later...when he's feeling better. He's still upset."
"If he were that upset, he'd still be here fighting, Daniel."
"Maybe he doesn't want to fight with you, Sam. He loves you, you know."
"Yeah, I guess I do."
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