Disclaimers - The usual
Spoilers - occurs sometime after Divide and Conquer and Child's Play (The
Entity)
Set after my story The Last Resort, so. Jack, after damaging his spine in a freak off-world accident, is now host to the Tok'Ra, Ashmel, a scientist and diplomat After a traumatic start to their relationship, they are now bonded in all respects and they make SG1 complete again.
Chapter 1 Hands
Place : Briefing Room 1
Time : 0900
Present : General Hammond, Colonel O'Neill, Ashmel, Major Carter, Dr. Daniel Jackson, Teal'c, Dr James Edwards (geologist)
Subject : Unusual mineral deposits on P4C 638
Although records show that Colonel O'Neill was present at the briefing, he was taking no part at all. He wasn't listening, He wasn't looking at Dr Edwards as he gave a presentation about the new mineral that SG9 had found on P4C 638, although Ashmel was. He was, in fact looking at Major Carter. Not her eyes, or mouth, not her face at all, not today.
No, today he was looking at her hands, as she turned a pencil over and over as she listen attentively to Edwards. He didn't look straight at them, Ashmel was watching the presentation, but he had managed to seat himself so that he could watch her out of the corner of his eye. It had made him dizzy at first, but now he was getting proficient at using his peripheral vision while Ashmel looked at something else. Could come in useful.
Nice hands. Strong. Short nails, practical hands. No nail polish. Against regulations he supposed, although he hadn't studied that part in depth. Against damned regulations, like so many things. Like gazing at your 2IC's hands for the 23 minutes since the beginning of this briefing. He idly wondered if there was a specific regulation. Air Force Regulation Number 56734565, paragraph 678, section q, subsection 89, Commanding officers should not look at the hands of officers under their command for more than 2 minutes, unless aforementioned hands are injured (see section v) or holding an article of interest as defined in regulation blahdy blah. Yeah, sure to be. Sometimes it seemed like everything was regulated.
Carter glanced at him. She couldn't tell he was looking at her, but he had that dopey look on his face again. Like the one he had worn during breakfast on the morning after they had broken the time loop. What was he thinking about?
Trouble was, Colonel Jack O'Neill was having grave difficulties regulating his feelings. Furthermore, it was getting worse. Each day. Each minute. He couldn't stop himself watch her and thinking of her. Thinking of those hands..
JACK!!
"What? What the..?" Everyone looked at him. "Sorry." He pointed at the back of his neck, shrugged his shoulders and waved his hand dismissively, as if to say 'Not me. Her'.
The others suspected that Ashmel had made O'Neill wake up from a doze. Since the blending, O'Neill thought that they imagined he was just taking advantage of the fact that Ashmel could tell him anything he needed to know later and he didn't have to concentrate during boring, scientific presentations. Which was true. But O'Neill didn't realise that most of them knew what he WAS thinking about. More or less.
After the briefing Ashmel directed Jack back to their quarters, alone. We need to talk, Jack.
Yeah, I guess. Jack wasn't looking forward to hearing the diplomat's opinion of his situation.
Set after my story The Last Resort, so. Jack, after damaging his spine in a freak off-world accident, is now host to the Tok'Ra, Ashmel, a scientist and diplomat After a traumatic start to their relationship, they are now bonded in all respects and they make SG1 complete again.
Chapter 1 Hands
Place : Briefing Room 1
Time : 0900
Present : General Hammond, Colonel O'Neill, Ashmel, Major Carter, Dr. Daniel Jackson, Teal'c, Dr James Edwards (geologist)
Subject : Unusual mineral deposits on P4C 638
Although records show that Colonel O'Neill was present at the briefing, he was taking no part at all. He wasn't listening, He wasn't looking at Dr Edwards as he gave a presentation about the new mineral that SG9 had found on P4C 638, although Ashmel was. He was, in fact looking at Major Carter. Not her eyes, or mouth, not her face at all, not today.
No, today he was looking at her hands, as she turned a pencil over and over as she listen attentively to Edwards. He didn't look straight at them, Ashmel was watching the presentation, but he had managed to seat himself so that he could watch her out of the corner of his eye. It had made him dizzy at first, but now he was getting proficient at using his peripheral vision while Ashmel looked at something else. Could come in useful.
Nice hands. Strong. Short nails, practical hands. No nail polish. Against regulations he supposed, although he hadn't studied that part in depth. Against damned regulations, like so many things. Like gazing at your 2IC's hands for the 23 minutes since the beginning of this briefing. He idly wondered if there was a specific regulation. Air Force Regulation Number 56734565, paragraph 678, section q, subsection 89, Commanding officers should not look at the hands of officers under their command for more than 2 minutes, unless aforementioned hands are injured (see section v) or holding an article of interest as defined in regulation blahdy blah. Yeah, sure to be. Sometimes it seemed like everything was regulated.
Carter glanced at him. She couldn't tell he was looking at her, but he had that dopey look on his face again. Like the one he had worn during breakfast on the morning after they had broken the time loop. What was he thinking about?
Trouble was, Colonel Jack O'Neill was having grave difficulties regulating his feelings. Furthermore, it was getting worse. Each day. Each minute. He couldn't stop himself watch her and thinking of her. Thinking of those hands..
JACK!!
"What? What the..?" Everyone looked at him. "Sorry." He pointed at the back of his neck, shrugged his shoulders and waved his hand dismissively, as if to say 'Not me. Her'.
The others suspected that Ashmel had made O'Neill wake up from a doze. Since the blending, O'Neill thought that they imagined he was just taking advantage of the fact that Ashmel could tell him anything he needed to know later and he didn't have to concentrate during boring, scientific presentations. Which was true. But O'Neill didn't realise that most of them knew what he WAS thinking about. More or less.
After the briefing Ashmel directed Jack back to their quarters, alone. We need to talk, Jack.
Yeah, I guess. Jack wasn't looking forward to hearing the diplomat's opinion of his situation.