A/N: This story is dedicated to my wonderful Beta, Mallovoriel. I don't know how she puts up with me, but she does!

This story is based off the song 'Fun, Fun, Fun' by the Beach Boys. It's not a song-fic though. I hope you like it!

Well she got her daddy's car and she cruised through the hamburger stand now.
Seems she forgot all about the library like she told her old man now.
And with the radio blastin' goes cruisin' just as fast as she can now.
And she'll have fun, fun, fun till her daddy takes the T-Bird away.
(fun fun fun till her daddy take's the T-Bird Away)

She turned the radio up, as she reached the stoplight. Running a hand through her shoulder length golden blonde hair – she knew that the men in the next car were checking her out. Turning to face them, the nineteen-year-old beauty winked at the driver. The other driver winked back, motioning with his head for her to follow him. Happily she obliged.

Well we're doin' spin standard because she walks, looks, drives like an ace now.
(You walk like an ace now you walk like an ace)
She makes the Indy 500 look like a Roman Chariot race now.
(You look like an ace now you look like an ace)
A lot of guys try to catch her but she leads them on a wild goose chase now.
(You drive like an ace now you drive like an ace)
And she'll have fun fun fun till her daddy takes the T-Bird away
(fun fun fun till her daddy takes the T-Bird Away)

The teen thought it was ironic that this particular song was playing on the radio as she took her brand new convertible out for a spin. It had been a birthday present from her father – extra expensive because he knew how shitty her year had been… and because he wasn't there for her birthday.

Well you knew all along that your dad was getting wise to you now.
(you shouldn't have lied now you shouldn't have lied now)
And since he took your set of keys you've been thinking that your fun is all through now
(you shouldn't have lied now you shouldn't have lied now)
But you can come along with me cause we got a lot of things to do now
(You shouldn't have lied now you shouldn't have lied)
And we'll have fun fun fun now that daddy took the T-Bird away
(Fun fun fun now that daddy took the T-Bird Away)
Fun fun fun now that daddy took the T-Bird Away
(Fun fun fun now that daddy took the T-Bird Away)
(Fun fun fun now that daddy took the T-Bird Away)

Pulling up to the restaurant's parking lot, she turned the radio off. She really didn't feel like listening to any more music after that song. It just reminded her about how much her dad missed out on when he was over seas.

The driver and two passengers in the other car got out at the same time the young, blonde beauty did. "Hi," she said softly.

"Hello," the brown haired driver said. His chocolate eyes met her baby blue ones and in that moment something happened between the two – something unnamed.

"So," one of the passengers (she was pretty sure it was the one who sat behind the driver) said slowly, "I'm Berke. This is Jack and that's Woods. You are?"

She smiled coldly, "Only giving my name out when I think it's safe." She turned back to the driver – Jack, Berke had said. "You hailed me?"

Jack squinted slightly, "Sci-fi fan?"

She grinned, "Maybe. What'd you want?"

The man grinned in response – this woman had a spirit of defiance. He liked that in a girl: most of them just followed his lead like sick puppies. "First of all, to know your name."

"And secondly?"

Jack hesitated, but Woods wasn't so easily dismayed, "He wants to know if you would give us the pleasure of your company for lunch? And he thought you were hot."

She blushed fiercely at the man's comment. Looking down at her watch she nodded, "I normally don't do this but - okay, I think I have time to have lunch with you. Here?" She indicated the burger joint behind them.

Jack – she was positive he was the leader of the trio – nodded once. "But before we go in, I really want to know your name."

She grinned again, "First name now, then if you're lucky, and I'll give you my last name later."

"Deal."

"Samantha. But I am Sam – you think even once about calling me Samantha and I'll kick your ass into next Tuesday."

Berke and Woods just laughed, thinking this new chick Jack had gotten an interest in was full of herself. Jack looked into Sam's eyes, and saw something in there that made him positive that she could kick any of their asses into next Tuesday if she wanted. "Okay, Sam. Let's go – and remember, it's on me."

"It better be," Berke mumbled to Woods as the two fall in step behind Sam.

"What was that, Captain?" Jack asked in a mock pompous tone of voice.

"Nothing, Major O'Neill, sir!" both of them snapped off in unison.

Sam frowned deeply. Major Jack O'Neill sounded familiar to her for some reason. "One 'L' or two?"

Jack looked at her strangely, "Two, why?"

Sam stopped dead in her tracks, "Holy crap. You're CO is General Carter." It was a statement, not a question.

"Yeah, once again I ask you: why?"

Sam smiled stiffly, but before she didn't answer. The four of them were now inside the restaurant and waiting to be seated. To Sam's horror, the waitress who came over to take their order was none other than her best friend – Andréa.

Andréa grinned as she saw Sam and her trio of 'bodyguards'. "What can I get you guys, Sam?"

Sam smiled forcedly, "The usual, Andréa."

The other woman nodded, jotting something down, "And for the rest of you?"

"Hmmm," Woods said, looking over the menu with fake care. "How spicy exactly is the Southwest burger?"

"Ever try downing Tabasco sauce straight from the bottle?"

"Yeah."

Andréa nodded, "A little like that."

Woods looked at Berke, who nodded empathetically, "We'll take two."

"Just a burger, please, ma'am. Cooked medium-rare with a side of fries."

"And to drink?"

"Water's fine," Jack and Sam said at the same time.

Berke looked back and forth between the two before saying, "Coffee."

Andréa looked at Woods, "Two, please," the other Captain said.

Andréa grinned at the four before leaving with the order. Jack turned to Sam, "Sooo, you're a regular here?"

"Not really, but Andréa knows what I like. We've been friends ever since I moved here."

Berke looked at Sam strangely, "What exactly is your 'regular'?"

Sam grinned, "I'll tell you after you take a bite of it when it gets here."

"Ohh! You have to tell me what it is!" Woods exclaimed excitedly. He winked at Berke, "I won't tell him. Promise."

"No good. I grew up around military men – your word means nothing to me."

Jack grinned, getting into the spirit of the 'game'. "I promise on me honor as an Irishman that I won't tell either of them if you tell me what it is," he said in his best Irish accent.

"Is minic a bhris béal duine a shorn (Many times a man's mouth broke his nose), Jack," Sam said with mischief in her voice.

"Is leor nod don eolach (A hint is sufficient for the wise)," Jack responded, equally mischievous.

"Will you two just stop it!" Berke asked in mock agitation.

Sam grinned, leaned into Jack and whispered in his ear what her 'regular' was. The shit-eating grin he wore after that comment was so huge Woods thought her could see Jack's wisdom teeth (which had been pulled out when he was fifteen).

Moments later the food was brought out by Andréa, who was under strict orders not to say what was in the burger Sam had ordered. Everyone watched mercilessly as Berke took the first bite out of the 'burger'.

He swallowed quickly before downing the rest of his coffee, "Tofu? You're a vegetarian?"

Sam looked at him with wide, innocent eyes, "No, not tofu – a garden burger. And I'm not a vegetarian – I just don't like red meat." Without pausing she added, "You say something to that Andréa and I'll kick your ass the next time you come over to see Mark."

Andréa looked down. "Power monger," she whispered.

"Samantha!"

Andréa cringed as Sam winced at the name only her father and ex-boyfriend had the audacity to use.

Sam winced slightly as a hand touched her shoulder. "Jonas, let go of my arm," she said without looking up.

"No, I want to know why my girlfriend is out in a restaurant with three much older men."

Sam's eyes went noticeably cold from the perspectives of all three airmen. "I broke up with you, Jonas. Unless you want to be stationed in Antarctica or Greenland for the rest of your career, let go of my arm." Jonas Hansen's only response was to tighten his grip.

Sam's hand tentatively rose and covered Jonas's. Within five seconds the much larger man was on his knees, crying in pain at the grip Sam had on his wrist. "I gave you fair warning, Jonas. I told you to stay away from me. My father told you to stay away from me. Hell, half the guys at the Academy told you to stay away from me! Well, Captain – I'll tell you again: Stay the fuck away from me. I don't want to see you ever again."

"Sammy?" another voice asked questioningly from the doorway. During the little scene between Sam and Jonas, the entire restaurant had gone silent, waiting to see the outcome.

Sam looked up, "Hi, Dad. Look who decided to pay a visit?"

Jacob Carter advanced on the position of his daughter and her ex-boyfriend, "CaptainHansen, did you think I was joking when I told you to stay away from my daughter?"

"No, General, sir," was all Jonas said as Sam's grip on his wrist tightened, causing the man to wince in pain.

Jacob looked over to Andréa, "Can you call the police, Andréa? Captain Hansen here has just violated a restraining order."

It was only after the police arrived a few minutes later to take Jonas into custody that Jacob really noticed Sam's companions. "Captain Berke. Captain Woods. Major O'Neill. I trust you've all been perfect gentlemen with my daughter."

"Yes, sir," Berke and Woods snapped off perfect synchronized salutes as Jack smirked.

"Something funny, airman?" Jacob asked Jack in an authoritative voice.

"No, sir, I'm just wondering why you planned out all of this. You've been sitting in that corner over there for the past half an hour," Jack answered with a straight face.

Sam looked down at her father with grief in her eyes, "Dad, you were spying on me again, weren't you?" When Jacob shook his head and made to say something else to defend himself Sam cut in, "The fact that I found three of your officers out and about when you were supposed to be in Ireland says something to the effect that you are."

Jacob looked down in a stance that none of his men had ever seen him use – he looked like a puppy with his tail between his legs. "I'm sorry, Sammy. But you're my daughter – it's my job to spy on you."

Sam smirked at her father, shaking her head; "It's alright Dad. The car more than made up for your undercover tendencies to spy on me, at least you didn't send Mark out this time!"

General Carter smirked at his daughter, "He refuses to do any of my 'dirty work' anymore after what happened last time. Mark wouldn't even be swayed by the wage I offered him."

Sam crossed her arms, "Should I even ask?"

Jacob winced, "Probably not." Suddenly, he remembered that he was in the presence of three of his subordinates. Two of which loved to spread rumors through the grape vine. Of course Jack O'Neill would never do something like that. "As you were, Airmen."

"We were just sitting down to lunch, sir, if you'd like to join us," Jack said with a straight face. Sam looked at him in shock while Berke and Woods just widened their eyes. Jacob Carter was their commanding officer – it's not like they could gape like his daughter could.

Jacob looked at his watch and frowned, "No, no, Major that's quite alright." He got a glint in his eye that had an air of 'fatherly-protection' in it. "I need to take my daughter home and teach her a few lessons about her new car."

Sam's eyes widened, "Dad. Don't you dare."

"Samantha Carter, get your ass in your car right now before I decide to drive the damn vehicle home myself and leave Major O'Neill to return my car!"

The young woman stormed out of the restaurant wildly, suddenly angry at the world and everyone in it.

Jacob turned back to his men, "Don't come near my daughter again."

Jack, Berke, and Woods all stood in silence as General Carter stormed out after his daughter. Man that guy could change moods faster than a pregnant woman who's manic-depressive, and Berke knew from experience that that was pretty damn fast.

"Think we'll ever see her again?" Woods asked his friends lightly as they sat down to eat their previously ordered burgers.

"Knowing General Carter. Probably not."

Ha! That's what you think, Jack O'Neill!

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