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05 May 2009 @ 06:51 pm
Chase, part two  
Okay, so apparently it was too long to post in one part. *grins sheepishly* So I post more here...

Title: Chasing Her, Part One
Rating: NC-17 for a scene of smut
Author: me
Pairing: Sam/OTC (Chase, points at icon)
Disclaimer: Not mine! Well, Chase is, actually, so please don't take her.
Summary: Lt. Chase Marks, member of SG4, soldier to the core. One mission throws her entire world off-kilter, introduces her to the amazing Major Samantha Carter and basically changes everything.

It was the hardest thing she could remember doing. Stepping through the Stargate was usually a joy for the second Lieutenant, but today she was feeling every bit her junior rank. Inexperienced and under-qualified were two adjectives about herself that came to mind as her feet hit the cold stone steps in the dark world. Not only did she feel inadequate for such a mission, but she truly had a sense that what they were doing was morally wrong, no matter what that scientist Dr. Jackson said.

She sighed and glanced around at SG1 and that strange scientist woman they had brought with them, knowing that her eyes would eventually adjust to the darkness. It had been agreed that a god wouldn't need night goggles to see, and she hadn't used them on her first trip to this world, but she assumed if she tripped and fell, that would not be good for her godly image. Each step was slow and careful as they descended the steps into the clearing around the Gate.

There to greet them were three natives, undoubtedly the same three had spoken with SG1 on their last trip here. Chase wouldn't be surprised if they had stayed at the Gate until she returned, a thought that made her slightly nauseated. But she pushed the feeling aside and pulled on the best smile she could muster.

All three men bowed low at her approach, a move that made her very sad. Sighing, she shook her head and closed the distance between them, placing her hand on Ishmael's shoulder. This was the man who had introduced Braga as their god, so she assumed he was the village leader, or as much a leader as they had. His eyes grew wide at her touch, but he remained silent.

“Get up,” she told them, withdrawing her hand. “I don't want anyone bowing to me, understand?”

Ishmael nodded and rose, the others following suit. “Yes, ma'am, I understand. What are you orders? We live to serve.”

She glanced around at the people who had arrived with her, all of SG1, SG3 and that new scientist with red hair whose name she kept forgetting. SG3 had accompanied them at Hammond's request, more of a precaution than anything else, backup in case they needed it. SG1 didn't seem very concerned, though, as they watched her interaction with the natives calmly.

Holding up her hand to Ishmael, she smiled softly and said, “Give me just a moment. I wish to speak with my...” she stalled, glancing over at Dr. Jackson, who gave her a slight pushing gesture, urging her forward. Sighing, she finished the sentence, the word catching her throat before finally touching the air, “Servants.” It left a nasty taste in her mouth which she ignored as she turned and walked back to Colonel O'Neill and his team.

Not only did she despise the idea of servants in general, it was hard to get used to the idea that she had to pretend to be in charge of her superior officers. This would be difficult, considering how growing up in a military family had ingrained in her the principle of obeying her superiors. Now, as a measly second lieutenant, she was being told to defy all of that for this one mission. That would take some pretty good acting, another reason she had originally adamantly refused. She had never been particularly good at acting.

“Sir,” she addressed in a whisper Colonel O'Neill as she stopped in front of him. “What are my orders?”

He smiled a little, the irony of the situation not lost on him. “Well, Marks, I think the first order of business will be for you to see the village. If I were in charge,” he said, coughing lightly, and causing the other members of his team to smile. Oh, yes, Chase got the joke in that one, but she didn't find it very funny. “If I were in charge,” he continued, the smile fading,”I would send my team out to investigate the village, make sure we know what we're up against.”

Daniel raised an eyebrow and coughed himself, apparently a reminder to Colonel O'Neill, who rolled his eyes and added gruffly, “And Dr. Simons has to check out the sky.” He looked at Daniel. “Did I miss something?”

The archeologist shook his head. “No, I think you got it.”

“Good,” the colonel replied, turning back to Chase. “Send Carter and Daniel with her. Those scientists love this sort of thing. Teal'c and I will make sure the perimeter of the village is secure.”

Chase swallowed hard. “You really don't want me to go with these people alone, do you? I mean, I know Dr. Jackson is confident they won't try to implant me with a Goa'uld, but I need more reassurance than that. After all, the way they did Braga was by separating him from the team.”

O'Neill nodded. “Good point. Carter, go with Marks. Watch her six.”

Sam replied with a curt nod. “Understood, Sir.”

“Well?” the colonel asked, motioning toward the villagers.

“Oh!” Chase replied, blushing slightly as she realized she'd left the three men waiting while she was receiving orders of her own. No, the irony of this situation was definitely not lost on her at all, she thought as she moved back over to the natives.

“You will take us to the village,” she commanded, surprised at the authority she was hearing coming from her own voice. “You will allow my people free access anywhere they wish.”

Ishmael bowed his head. “Of course, goddess. We have our best room prepared for you. If you would follow us,” he said, motioning for her to follow.

She fell into an uneasy pace behind him, sensing as the others fell in line behind her. She couldn't wait for this mission to be over already and it had only just begun.


Jack gave SG3 their orders and turned back to his team as the Marines marched away into the village. SG1, Dr. Simons and Lt. Marks stood with a group of natives at the entrance to what seemed like a grand building, but in the dark, it was hard to tell much of anything about it at all. Especially with the goggles having such a limited field of vision, but that was just something they would have to deal with or abandon them altogether. He hadn't quite made up his mind about that yet, but Marks seemed to have adjusted to the darkness already, so he was leaning toward taking them off.

The archeologist among them was staring up at the building in wonder. Finally, he tore off the goggles and gaped at the enormity of the structure before turning back to the village. It was almost shabby in comparison, the man thought to himself, what with the thatched roofs and mud-caked walls.

“Um, Ishmael?” Daniel spoke up, attracting the man's attention right away. “Did your people build this structure?” he asked, motioning the massive building they were standing beside.

Ishmael smiled and shook his head. “No, we did not. This is where all of our gods used to live.” He bowed his head. “When they lived among us, I mean.”

“So you built your village around it,” Daniel said, understanding dawning on his features.

They stood in silence for a few minutes, everyone staring up at the building where Goa'ulds had once inhabited. Finally Jack broke the silence. “Right then. Daniel, I want you talking to the villagers. Figure out the best place for Dr. Simons to ... do her thing,” he said, admitting he hadn't really been paying attention in the briefing to the all the science parts. They bored him since he really couldn't understand much of it anyway. “Carter, I want you with Marks. Don't let her out of your sight.” She nodded. “Teal'c, you and I will do the perimeter work. SG3 is checking out the village itself, we got the outskirts.” The big man merely bowed his head in Jack's direction.

Ishmael watched all this with fascination. Finally, he asked Chase softly, “That man, why is he ordering your people?”

Chase smiled. “He's my right hand man,” she answered, trying very hard not to laugh at the prospect. “Second in command, you know? I prefer if he keeps my people in line.”

The native man nodded thoughtfully. “That is very smart. Why was he not with you the last time you were here?”

“He was, uh,” the woman coughed self-consciously as she scrambled for a believable lie, “He was busy on another world. I sent him there because I didn't think I would need him here.” She took a deep breath. “But now that I plan on an extended stay here, I ordered him to come as well. His presence will make things much easier for me.”

Ishmael nodded. “That is very wise, goddess,” he said. “Now, if you will come with me, I'll show you to your room.”

She nodded. “My personal attendant will be accompanying us,” she informed him. Sam grinned and shook her head in Chase's direction.

“Of course,” Ishmael replied. “Whatever you like.”

They began walking and Sam fell into step beside her. Allowing Ishmael to walk a few steps ahead of them, the small group ascended several sets of stairs in silence. Chase was beginning to wonder how far the room was when they began walking down a long, well lit hall.

It was then that Sam bent over slightly to whisper in her ear, “Personal attendant, huh?” Chase glanced over in surprise, expecting to see disapproval at the term, but the same grin from earlier was still present.

Chase blushed, trying in vain to fight the smile that was pushing its way onto her inflamed cheeks. She could sense the major was teasing her, but it didn't help stop the blush. Besides, if she didn't know any better, she would have said Sam's tone was bordering on flirting. She pushed that thought away forcefully and replied in hushed tones, “Well, I had to say something. What would you have me say?”

Sam shook her head. “Oh, no, Lieutenant. Personal attendant is fine.” She glanced over at the hispanic woman. “Just don't expect me to dress you or anything.” The grin was full force now, but before Chase could even attempt an answer, they arrived at set of large double doors.

Ishmael stopped walking. “Here we are,” he said, pushing the doors open with both hands.


Sam surveyed the room with a soldier's eye, her feet taking her first to the open balcony as she glanced over the side in a defensive manner. The burning fires below seemed so small from this height, even though the astrophysicist knew they had to be quite large to ward off the darkness. She turned away from the black sky and back to the large room, once again checking it for any sign of danger. She wandered into what could only be described as a washroom, with a large tub and a crude form of a mirror. It was at times like these she was very grateful for indoor plumbing on Earth.

She came out of the small room to find Chase on the balcony, one of her hands wrapped tightly around the bar that stopped at about her waist. The other hand held a wine glass, out of which she was sipping politely as she listened to the native beside her babble relentlessly. That had been what the young soldier's life had been since she had returned to this planet – listening. Sam chuckled and turned away, only to be startled by another native, this one silent, but holding out a glass for her to take.

“No, thank you,” Sam replied politely as she waved him away.

Hearing her voice, Chase quickly turned to face her superior officer with a small smile. “It would be easier if you just accepted it. I don't know if these people know the meaning of the word no.”

Nodding, Sam accepted the drink and took a small sip. The dark liquid was pleasantly sweet, something the woman hadn't been expecting. “This is actually good,” she told Chase in surprise.

“I know, crazy, huh?” Chase replied with a soft laugh before once again honing her attention on the man beside her. Sighing deeply, the Hispanic woman grudgingly accepted the flowing white material that the man handed her, watching with a pained expression as he and his colleague bowed to her and left.

“What's wrong?” Sam asked, taking another sip of the wine.

Shrugging, Chase tossed the garment onto the bed and removed her P90, carefully placing the weapon on the wooden bedside table. “I'm just not really a fan of dresses, that's all,” she replied, downing the rest of her liquid in one gulp. “But I guess that doesn't really matter right now, does it?”

Sam shook her head, her throat all of a sudden going dry when she realized Chase was going to undress in front of her. The younger woman's BDU jacket was already on the bed next to the dress and her hands were gripping the hem of her shirt to pull it over her head. The older woman swallowed hard and drank some more wine, unable to pull her eyes away.

Brown eyes met blue and Chase cleared her throat. Sam blushed deeply and glanced away, embarrassed at being caught staring. “Do you mind?” Chase asked, gesturing toward the dress.

“Colonel O'Neill told me to keep an eye on you,” Sam replied, not believing the words that came out of her mouth.

Chase's eyebrows rose in surprise, almost disappearing into her hair line. “Uh,” she began, swallowing hard, “Right. Do what you want, I guess.” She turned away, breathing deeply and trying to think of anything besides the woman standing a few feet from her. It would not do for her to continue along the line her imagination was taking her at the moment.

Suddenly Sam was by her side, neither woman exactly sure why. “Let me help,” the blonde whispered, tugging at the military issue black tee, her touch feather-light.

It was all Chase could do to nod her acceptance before the shirt was over her head and tossed aside. Her chest rose and fell with each deep breath, her heart beating faster by the minute and she could definitely feel her body responding to the attractive woman mere inches from her now.

Without meaning to do so, Sam leaned down and captured Chase's lips with her own, pulling the slightly shorter woman to her with both arms. Chase returned the kiss fervently, pushing the blonde's P90 away with both hands. Pulling back, Sam detached the weapon from her torso and placed it on the bedside table next to Chase's. Then she unzipped her vest and unbuttoned her jacket, both pooling on the floor beneath them.

Chase reached for Sam's shirt and yanked it over the taller woman's head, tossing it aside. Sam pushed her toward the bed while unclasping the hispanic woman's bra and letting the garment fall, forgotten in their rush. Chase mimicked her superior's movements exactly and they fell onto the bed, their hands already trying to rid themselves of their remaining clothes. They got a little hung up on their boots, both woman laughing lightly as they tried to unlace the tight laces quickly before throwing the footwear across the room.

As soon as they were both naked, Sam immediately rolled herself on top of Chase, kissing her deeply as her hands explored soft, quivering flesh. They pulled apart, Sam's lips finding other areas to explore, and Chase whispered breathily, “I don't usually do this.”

Raising up onto her arms, Sam flashed the younger woman a smile and shrugged. “Neither do I,” she replied before leaning down again for another kiss. Her hands found Chase's breasts and finally her fingers zoned in on a nipple, twisting it gently. Chase replied by gasping into Sam's mouth and arching up, her pubic hairs tickling Sam's legs.

The taller woman hissed, her gaze glancing down to Chase's arousal and her fingers trailing lower across the dark skin of Chase's belly. “Sam,” Chase gasped when Sam's lips closed around a hard nipple and her fingers flicked across the younger woman's clit.

Sam merely smiled against Chase's breast and continued to massage the tiny nub she had found, each stroke bringing her closer to the edge. Chase's hands found Sam's ass and gripped tightly, bringing the woman closer. Sam removed her fingers and detached her lips as she trailed a line of kisses up Chase's front, finally ending in a long, deep kiss as their lower bodies met in a slow grind. It became faster and faster until Chase threw her head back, gripping Sam's ass even tighter as she pounded the taller woman into her, screaming in ecstasy. Sam wasn't far behind her, screaming the younger woman's name as their eyes locked and her hands tightened around Chase's shoulders.

Afterwards, they lay in a sweaty heap, breathing heavily and holding each other tightly. Chase turned and ran a slightly shaking hand over Sam's light skin, stroking the older woman's breast lightly. “That was ... wow,” she whispered, blushing deeply.

“You can say that again,” Sam replied with a grin as she pulled the smaller woman toward her. She couldn't help but notice the muscular arms and legs that were wrapping themselves around her. Small though she was, Chase was definitely fit. Perhaps that was one of the many benefits of sleeping with another soldier, Sam thought idly as her brain became less and less coherent. Chase laid her head on Sam's chest and it wasn't long after that Sam's eyes closed and she allowed herself to drift off to sleep.


She awoke sharply at the sound of someone knocking loudly on the heavy wooden doors that led to what had to be the best room in the structure. It took her a minute to remember where she was and then another minute to realize that there was an undressed woman lying in her arms. Glancing down at the familiar, peaceful face of Lt. Marks, Sam gasped in surprise and quickly rolled away from the hispanic woman, only to discover there wasn't enough bed for it. She found herself in a pile on the hard floor, cursing her lack of judgment at the movement.

“Carter, you all right in there?” the voice of Colonel O'Neill filtered through the doors. That and Sam's fall were enough to wake the still sleeping woman on the bed.

“What the?” Chase muttered, glancing around her before noticing Sam, who was gathering her clothes as fast as she possibly could. “Oh, God,” Chase groaned, clasping her head in both of her hands as she began to remember what had happened before their little nap.

Sam shot Chase a look that told the younger woman to be quiet before answering their superior's question quickly, “We're fine in here, Colonel. Marks just needs a little more time to change into that dress the natives gave her. We'll be out in a sec.”

“Well, make it snappy!” the voice replied. “They're saying we all have to go to dinner and I think they mean now.”

“Yes, Sir!” both women replied in unison before Sam disappeared into the washroom to get dressed and make herself look presentable.

Chase stared down at her own clothes longingly before she slid off the bed and picked up her underwear, slipping it on. Sighing, she picked the dress off the floor and shook it, making sure it hadn't been torn in their feverish dance to undress each other earlier. Slipping it on over her head, she let it fall naturally before realizing there was a sash that she couldn't tie around her waist.

“Uh, Sam, I don't suppose I could ask for some help?” she asked without making a move toward the washroom.

The blonde appeared in the doorway, her appearance immaculate as if nothing had happened, not even a hair out of place. Chase shrugged as she held up the sash toward the taller woman. “Please?”

Sam came over and tied the two pieces behind Chase's back and turned the woman to look at her. She inhaled sharply. “That's, uh, a really nice dress,” Sam managed to say before glancing away.

For the first time, Chase glanced down at herself, finding a very thin material that dipped into a v-neck, showing an ample amount of cleavage. She swallowed hard and glanced away herself. “Sorry.”

The older woman shrugged. “It's okay,” she said softly. “But you might want to do something about your hair.” She ran a hand lightly over Chase's now wispy hair that was escaping from its tight ponytail. Groaning, the younger woman rushed into the washroom.


Jack was leaning against the stone wall of the hallway, his arms crossed over his chest and a scowl on his face. He didn't like to be kept waiting. He glanced around at his team, or rather most of his team, plus the new addition of Dr. Simons. That was a surprise he wasn't exactly happy with, but then again, he liked surprises about as much as he liked waiting. And he trusted Carter, so that was the end of his arguing. If she said they needed help, he very often bowed to her wishes.

Finally the doors opened, revealing not only his second in command, but also the woman who was pretending she was a goddess for what Daniel said was the good of these people. Jack almost didn't recognize the Hispanic woman as she shyly stepped out from behind Sam, dressed in what could only be described as the sexiest damn dress he had ever seen. His mouth suddenly dry, the colonel's arms dropped and he pushed off the wall, his gaze glued to the very strangely dressed lieutenant.

“Um, well...” Jack started, running a hand over his mouth and shook his head. “Those natives sure know how to dress a woman.” He smiled and clapped his hands together, glancing over the rest of the people, deliberately avoiding Chase's threatening glare. “Okay, shall we go meet those crazy natives?”

Jack grabbed Chase's arm and steered her toward the stairs. She sighed and resigned herself to walking beside him, knowing that their hosts would expect her to be leading the others wherever they went, dinner or otherwise. So she took a deep breath, lifted her chin and walked as confidently as she could muster, ignoring the echoes her boots caused in the stone corridor. She almost wished the natives had given her shoes that went with the dress, but pushed the thought away, grateful for her military issue boots for once in her life.

The rest of them followed behind them, Sam trailing behind and Arianna falling into step beside her, watching her closely. To the untrained eye, there was nothing unusual about the way Sam carried herself, but to Arianna, someone who had known the woman for years, something was definitely different. “You okay?” she whispered, concern running rampant over her face.

Sam tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and nodded. “Yeah, why wouldn't I be?” she asked in return, but she sounded very unconvincing.

A similar conversation was going on at the front of the little group. Jack glanced sideways at the seemingly confident woman beside him and motioned in her direction. “How ya doing, Marks?” he asked quietly.

She shrugged. “As best as can be expected, Sir,” she replied, the well crafted mask already in place on her face. “How do you think I'm doing?” she added softly, her eyes betraying the fear she was feeling so intensely.

He smiled and clapped her on the shoulder lightly before dropping his hand. “I think you're doing great, Lieutenant.”

“Thank you, Sir,” the woman replied, dropping her gaze momentarily to the floor as she thought to herself how he wouldn't be thinking that if he knew what she and his 2IC had been doing behind those closed doors. Taking another deep, calming breath, she once again raised her chin and allowed the mask to fall once more, becoming what she needed to be the complete the mission.


Unsurprisingly, Ishmael directed Chase to the head of the table. She motioned to the chair beside her, to which he held up his hands and shook his head. “I couldn't,” he replied.

She nodded. “You could and you should, Ishmael,” she told him forcefully. “How am I to get to know your world if I don't talk to you?”

“But your second in command...” Ishmael continued to protest.

“Will sit on my other side,” Chase insisted, pointing the chair again. The man smiled and wasted no time before sitting.

Jack seated himself on her other side, watching as the rest of his team sat gingerly around the large table. SG3 was still out in the village, so it was just SG1 and Dr. Simons, the woman who purposefully seated herself next to his 2IC. He had noticed something was bothering Sam, but as it was, he simply resigned himself to keeping a closer eye on her. It didn't seem to be affecting how she did her job, which would be the only time he would mention it. Besides, it would interfere with his image if he let it be known he was that observant.

Arianna waited until the food was being placed before them and conversations had been started all around the table before she leaned over to her friend. “All right, what happened?” she asked in hushed tones, hoping the other voices would drown out hers to all but Sam.

“What do you mean, what happened?” Sam answered, trying to sound innocent as she picked up what looked like a fork and took a bite.

Fixing her friend with an amused glare, Arianna shook her head and picked up her own fork. “Stop avoiding the question, Sam. What happened in that room? I know you, something is wrong.”

Sighing heavily, Sam put down her fork and gazed down the table to Chase, who was currently deep in conversation with the native man seated beside her. She was smiling and actually appeared to be having a good time. Sam took a deep breath and prayed the younger woman would forgive her, but she had to tell someone. “Not wrong, per se,” the brilliant woman replied softly, smiling a little in Chase's direction.

Arianna's gaze followed her friend's and noticed that when Chase glanced over, a slight blush began to build on her cheeks. But she smiled back none the less before once again turning her full attention to the man beside her. With wide eyes, Arianna turned back to her friend. “Sam, what did you do?” she hissed between clenched teeth.

Running a hand through her hair, Sam once again picked up the utensil, feeling her CO's curious eyes on her. She ate in silence for a few moments, feeling the anxious gaze of her friend, who was also eating beside her. Finally she took a deep breath and swallowed the bite in her mouth before replying softly, “Don't overreact, okay?”

“Me, overreact?” Arianna replied, giving Sam a somewhat surprised look. Her friend looked at her in disbelief. “Okay, fine, so I have been known to overreact at times. I promise I will try to keep an open mind here.”

“Okay, so ... the natives drugged us,” Sam began, feeling rather than seeing the alarmed reaction on her friend's face. She plunged onward before Arianna could interrupt. “It's not a big deal.”

Shaking her head, Arianna took another bite, her eyes still wide. “So what happened?” she asked, sneaking a glance at her friend. Sam merely stared back before glancing down the table once more. The scientist beside her looked first at Chase and then back at her friend. Then realization dawned, causing her to momentarily choke on her food. She began coughing, which attracted the attention of everyone seated around the table.

“Arianna!” Sam hissed, sure her face was a bright red by now.

Arianna held up her hands and shook her head, smiling best she could at everyone else. “I'm okay, really. Sorry to interrupt, you can go back to your dinners now.” It took a few minutes for them to finally lose interest and go back to their own conversations. At which point, she looked back at her friend. “Are you insane?” she asked through clenched teeth.

Sam pursed her lips and drew in a deep, calming breath as she proceeded to pick at her food. Shaking her head, she did her best not to just get up and leave the table as she knew that would draw unwanted attention, especially from a certain man seated next to the woman about whom they were currently talking. And so, she stayed where she was, trying her best to calm herself to the point where she could once again trust herself to open her mouth.

“You're overreacting,” she finally managed to reply in a whisper.

Arianna shook her head. “I beg to differ, Major,” she replied, concern lacing her tone. “She's a second lieutenant. I may not know much about the military, but I know you could lose your job for this.”

“Only if someone finds out,” Sam hissed in return. “And who's going to tell? You?”

“No, of course not,” the redhead conceded softly. “But Sam, come on, it's dangerous. You have to admit that.”

The blonde nodded, conceding a little herself. “Yes, I'll admit that,” she replied softly. “But wasn't it you who just told me that life is full of risks and I should be willing to take them? Or else I'm going to end up alone for the rest of my life?”

Sighing, Arianna glanced around the table to make sure they weren't being watched and noticed Chase's eyes on them. But she was so far away, she couldn't make out what they were saying, something apparent on her slightly confused, but suspicious, face. Well, there was nowhere to go but on, Arianna thought as she opened her mouth and whispered to her friend, “Yes, but I didn't mean you should jump into bed with the next woman you saw.”

It was Sam's turn to choke on her food, although hers was much less of a distraction. Only Jack and Chase seemed to glance over in concern, and she quickly waved them off and smiled in their direction. After a moment, they both turned back to Ishmael, and Sam turned to her friend, her blue eyes blazing with anger. “That was uncalled for, Arianna,” she hissed before turning back to her food.

They ate in a cold silence for a full minutes before Arianna sighed again and glanced over at her friend. “I'm sorry, you're right.” She smiled thinly before going back to her food and adding softly, “At least it was just the one time. At least you're not going to try to pursue anything more.”

At this, Sam turned to look at her friend, her expression one of disbelief and a little spark of guilt rippling across her features. Arianna caught this out of the corner of her eye and gasped lightly, turning to look at her friend once more. “Sam!” she hissed, not caring who noticed her alarm this time. As if it was, Jack glanced down the table one more table and frowned in their direction. “You're kidding, right?” she asked. “Please tell me you're joking.”

Jack O'Neill cleared his throat from the other end of the table, causing everyone to look his way as he shook his head and said loudly, “Would you two care to include us in your conversation?”

Sam shook her head, her cheeks turning slightly pink. “No, Sir. We're finished.”

“Well, good,” he replied dryly. “Some of us are trying to enjoy our meal.”

Chase looked as if she could kiss him in that moment, something that just made Arianna scowl all the more. She wasn't sure how she would do it, but she knew she had to make Sam see reason. And this pursuit of what she absolutely could not have would be first on her list.


The next morning, Chase awoke with a start at what she assumed was 0600 hours. Her body's internal clock never let her sleep past 6 am anymore, not even if she had the day off and could sleep for hours. This particular morning, however, her head was screaming in pain and her heart was pounding, the classic signs that she had just woken violently from a nightmare.

She glanced at her watch, which was conveniently still attached to her wrist. Groaning, she saw that it was in fact 6:00 am Earth time, which thankfully was roughly the schedule they were following here, on this dark world. She ran her hands over her face and through her disheveled hair. Deciding to splash her face with some water and see what she could do about the unruly waves her hair had become, she slipped out of bed and walked into the small washroom.

Sighing, she glanced at herself in the mirror and made a face. There were definitely bags under her eyes, a classic sign for lack of sleep. The fact that she had slept better last night with Sam, even if it was only for about an hour – that was what she had gathered from Ishmael during their discussion at dinner, she and Sam had been in the room only a little over an hour – disturbed her slightly. She hadn't been sleeping well since the Braga incident and it wasn't a mystery why. The nightmares were becoming steadily worse. But she wasn't quite yet ready to admit that she needed to talk with someone about them. She hated shrinks and the only person she really felt she could confide in would have to be her brother. And she couldn't give him all the details because they were confidential.

Tearing her sleepy eyes away from the crude mirror, Chase poured some water from the pitcher into the bowl and dipped her hands into the room temperature liquid. Cupping them, she brought some water to her face, trying to rinse away the memories that had been clamoring for her attention. Her nightmares, Braga's face when she had shot him, Sam writhing on top of her. She froze at the last one, feeling the sudden and somewhat expected reaction stirring in her.

Sam had completely ignored her for the rest of the night. Chase had a sneaking suspicion that the older woman had told her friend, that scientist – Arianna, if Chase remembered her name correctly now – about what had happened. And it didn't seem as if Arianna approved from where Chase had been sitting. She pushed off from the sink and grabbed the nearest towel, which was scratchy and hard, but Chase didn't care as she dried her face and grabbed the hairbrush she had thoughtfully packed.

After her hair was brushed and in its usual ponytail, she walked back in the other room and pulled a pair of BDU pants on. She had slept in a t-shirt and her underwear, but there was no chance of getting back to sleep now, so she planned on going for a brisk run. That usually helped clear her head. Of course, right about now she was missing the early morning chill of Colorado Springs and that slight wind to her face that would guarantee waking her every day. Shaking her head to clear it, she left the room, praying that this run would be just what she needed.


Sam stood on her smaller balcony sipping from a crude mug. Arianna had tasted it first and had assured her it tasted much like coffee. And seeing as she had suffered no ill effects from the drink, Sam had immediately jumped on it, needing something to help after her long night. She had not been able to sleep at all, or maybe in short little catnaps that usually resulted in jerking herself awake. The snapshots of dreams she could remember before she gave up on the prospect of sleep ranged from vivid images of Chase to Arianna's harsh disapproval of what they had done. Part of her knew that her friend was right, that she should probably just drop the whole thing, ignore that it had ever happened and allow Chase – and herself – to just move on.

But that wasn't what she wanted to do about it. What she wanted was to go back to Chase's room and have a repeat performance of the night before. Granted, she knew that was out of the question seeing as they were lucky enough not to be caught the first time they foolishly risked it. Still, the thought lingered, enough so that Sam knew it wasn't likely she was going to be able to just leave what happened in that room. She had to find out what Chase thought about it first, of course, but she wasn't opposed to letting it happen again sometime after this mission was over. In fact, she would really like to get to know the younger woman better, see if they could pursue anything. Wasn't that the normal course of action here? Why wouldn't she want to date the woman with whom she had just had amazing sex?

Of course she could also see Arianna's point. Dating a woman was dangerous enough for her. Dating a woman with whom she worked kicked the danger level up a notch. The fear of discovery was even greater and they would have to be much more careful. But if Chase was willing to try, then she really wanted to take that plunge.

Sighing, Sam shook her head. This was a conversation she needed to be having with Chase, not herself. And apparently not with Arianna, given her friend's reaction at the dinner table the night before. The other scientist had visited Sam's room long enough to deliver the coffee like drink before disappearing once again, and Sam did not question why or to where. She very much wanted to be alone with her thoughts right now.

It was then that she swore she saw movement in the village below. She hadn't seen anyone move for hours, so had she assumed everyone was asleep, but still the fires raged on. Then she saw it again. It was definitely someone running, their silhouette dark against the reds and yellows of the tall fires before once again plunging into obscurity in the black beyond the color. She watched the other fires around it to see if the person would reappear. There it was again, she thought, leaning forward on the railing. It was definitely a woman, she reasoned before a small smile grew on her face.

Chase. Chase was out for a morning run in the darkness. Her long ponytail bounced behind her as one foot after the other pounded against the hard ground. No doubt the younger woman found that running helped her unwind in the morning. Sam wouldn't doubt if it was part of Chase's daily routine. For a moment, the older woman was slightly tempted to join her, knowing a run would probably do her some good, too, and itching to have that talk that was bouncing around her head. But she decided against it because she felt like she would be intruding on something that was inherently a solitary action. Besides, she wasn't so sure Chase wanted to see her right now. No, that conversation would have to wait until a later time.


Two weeks, Chase thought to herself as she struggled to keep her eyes open. That's how long it had been since they had returned to this planet and she had to keep up the pretense of being a god. She was sure the natives would have started to suspect by now, but they all still gawked at her whenever she saw them, which wasn't much. She spent most of her time with Colonel O'Neill and Ishmael trying to form a system of government that would work for these people. It was most time consuming and exhausting. She found that what little sleep she did get was blessedly dreamless or else she didn't remember the dreams when she woke. But still, she wasn't sleeping much these days at all.

Ishmael had left the room for a minute, so Chase allowed her head to drop into her hands and rested on the table for however brief a respite she was able to snatch. She heard the door open and close, so she lifted her head slightly to see if the man who had been peppering her with questions for the past few hours had returned. Her gaze was met with the grinning face of Colonel Jack O'Neill. Groaning, she lifted her head with effort and smiled weakly in return.

“Oh, don't get up on my account, your grace,” Jack teased, settling into the chair beside her. He hadn't spent the entire two weeks in the village and had sent SG3 back to Earth over a week ago. Only Dr. Jackson and Arianna seemed compelled to stick around, and she rarely saw either of them. She also heard that Teal'c and Sam were around somewhere, but weren't in the building, so she hadn't seen them at all, not even at meals.

Chase shook her head. “Thanks, Colonel, I'll remember that next time,” she retorted, slumping back into the restful pose.

“Anytime, Marks,” he replied, leaning back and folding his hands over his P90 as he glanced around the room. “So how are you holding up?”

She sighed deeply. “I'm holding up,” she replied softly. “But I would really like to go home.”

He nodded, his gaze still on the room and not her. “Soon enough. I have the feeling we won't be here much longer.”

“That's welcome news to my ears, Sir,” Chase replied, wishing she could just go to sleep on the table. “You know, this really wasn't what I had in mind when you offered me the job two years ago.”

He laughed and shook his head. “No, it wasn't what I had in mind, either, but what can you do?” He finally glanced her way. “Do you regret taking the job, though?” he asked quietly, smile mysteriously vanished.

“Hell no,” she answered firmly, pushing off from the table and smiling sideways at him. “My father was right. Best damn job on the planet.”

Jack laughed. “Is that what he said?”

“I embellished just a bit,” Chase replied, shaking her head at the memory. “I believe his words were 'best damn job you'll ever have', but I had no idea it would be like this. This is beyond words.”

“Got that right,” Jack replied, his attention once again split as the door opened and Ishmael appeared in the room once again. “You got this, Marks?” her CO asked, watching as she straightened at the sight of the man.

She nodded. “I've got it, Colonel. Thanks for the trip down memory lane.”

He grinned. “Any time, Marks. Anytime.”


There was a knock on the heavy wooden doors. Glancing at her watch, Chase shoved another t-shirt into her pack and hopped off the bed, headed for the door. She opened it, her confusion growing as Sam's beautiful face came into view.

“Is it time to go already?” Chase asked, sure she had heard Colonel O'Neill say 0800 hours, and it was only 0730.

Sam shook her head. “No, not yet. I was wondering if we could talk.”

Shrugging, Chase stepped aside, allowing Sam entrance into the large room, closing the door once she was inside. The Hispanic woman clasped her hands behind her back as she watched the blonde turn to face her, a serious expression on her face. “So what do you want to talk about?”

The taller woman sighed deeply and tucked her hand into her pockets. “I wanted to talk about the other night.”

Chase looked at her in surprise. “You want to talk about it? You've been avoiding me like the plague ever since it happened.”

“Strange, here I was thinking you were avoiding me,” Sam replied, surprised herself. “Anyway, we need to talk about it. We need to decide what we're going to say about it.”

Chase shrugged again. “I thought you would take care of it, being the senior officer.”

“I can do that.” She smiled slightly. “We are technically protected by 'don't ask, don't tell' here. I figured I would just report that we were drugged by the natives, but I wouldn't get into detail about what happened.”

Nodding, Chase moved back toward the bed, resuming her packing. “Works for me.”

“Chase,” Sam addressed her, turning to face her completely, hands leaving pockets to rest on her P90. The younger woman halted her movements and glanced up. “We don't have to act like strangers. We've shared something really intimate. I'd like to get to know you better as a person.”

Sighing, Chase sat on the bed and shook her head as she regarded Sam closely. Finally, she spoke, “I don't know, Sam. We know so much about each other now and yet we're not even friends. It feels ... weird.”

“We could be friends.”

“I guess.”

Sam smiled. “Maybe we could have lunch sometime.”

“Lunch. Right,” Chase replied softly, her gaze fixed on the bag she was trying to pack.

“Did you want something more?” Sam asked, peering down at the seated woman.

Chase shrugged again. “I don't know, Sam. I mean, I've seen you naked. Part of me wants more.”

The corners of Sam's mouth tugged slightly as she fought the urge to smile at the veiled compliment. Taking a step forward, she drew in a deep breath just as Chase glanced up at her. “We could have dinner sometime if you want.”

The woman seated on the bed smiled softly at the thought. “Like a date?”

“If that's what you want to call it,” Sam replied, smiling in return.

Chase thought about it for a minute. “Is that what you want?” she asked quietly.

It was silent for a minute as they stared at each other, brown eyes searching blue, the intensity between them building. Finally Sam took a step closer and reached out, squeezing Chase's hand briefly before letting it drop. “Yes,” she replied in soft tones, allowing herself to be the one to take the frightening plunge into the truth.

Blushing a little, Chase broke eye contact and glanced away, but a small smile began to form on her face. “Okay,” she whispered, taking a deep breath before turning once more to face Sam. “I'd like that, too.”

There was a brilliant flash of light as Sam grinned at her, making Chase feel a little lightheaded in its glow. “Okay, then,” Sam replied, taking a step back toward the door. “I'll just leave you to continue packing. I'll see you at the rendezvous point.”

“Yeah,” Chase replied, her gaze glued to Sam's face. It took a minute for her to realize Sam's tone had changed and that last statement wasn't a farewell, but more like an order. Clearing her throat, Chase sat up a little straighter and replied in crisp tones, “I mean, yes, ma'am.”

Shaking her head, Sam reached the door and pulled it open, glancing back toward the seated woman. “Yeah is fine, Lieutenant,” she teased the woman lightly before leaving the room.

Falling back onto the bed, Chase let out her breath slowly, her thoughts everywhere except on packing.

I'm Feeling: lazylazy
I'm Hearing: fan
phpishy on May 22nd, 2009 11:36 pm (UTC)
Chase wouldn't be surprised if they had stayed at the Gate until she returned, a thought that made her slightly nauseated.

Excellent! I'm loving her reaction to all of this. It's so very human.

You know, as I'm reading this, I feel sorry for the villagers who are willingly giving up the right to decide their own future.

the woman coughed self-consciously as she scrambled for a believable lie,...

The lie she comes up with is perfect. I'm impressed with that one. :D

hahaha, when Sam starts to help her undress, it goes back to the "Just don't expect me to dress you or anything." line, hehehehheeh I love it when stuff does that.

Oh wow, Chase in a fancy dress but still wearing her trooper boots. So awesome!

Besides, it would interfere with his image if he let it be known he was that observant.

*snickers* Gotta love Jack.

So, I've been thinking, the whole drugging thing. It seems pretty clear that there wasn't any malicious intent. If you think about it, their previous gods were Goa'ulds. We know that drugs have a different effect on them, so likely they were just serving the new god the same thing the old god liked. The "personal servant" of the old god was probably a body slave, and thus drugging him or her would not have been something that would have been cared about.

She wasn't sure how she would do it, but she knew she had to make Sam see reason. And this pursuit of what she absolutely could not have would be first on her list.

Oh bummer! *pokes Arianna* PLAY NICE!

I'll see you at the rendezvous point.

I'm so hearing that in Luke Skywalker's voice. I may have watched Empire Strikes Back one too many times :P

All in all, I really like it. The expanding has helped quite a bit, as has getting it all in chronological order. I'm looking forward to seeing where it all goes, particularly what all will happen with Chase's team. They really need a new commander as well as a scientist. Which makes me think Sam could fill that role perfectly. But that would break up SG1, which nobody really wants. Would be kind of cool to give Chase a new CO, and then stick Arianna on the team too as a scientist. Assuming Arianna gets her head out of her butt and realizes that dangerous or not, Sam/Chase is a good thing :P
Tsams_ceara on May 23rd, 2009 11:30 pm (UTC)
Wow, that was a lot to digest. That's good. *grin* And THANK YOU! I had been wondering WHY they drugged them and that's a perfect explanation! =D

Arianna will play nice....just not for a while. We wrote this whole "Arianna's kind of homophobic" thing in. I wasn't thrilled with it, but she's not my character.

Sneak peak: You're right, Arianna will be put on Chase's team as the scientist (good catch!), but it won't be SG4. Hammond's moving Chase up to SG2 - and promoting her to first lieutenant! Yae!
phpishy on May 24th, 2009 12:03 am (UTC)
Oh cool! Always glad to help.

I'm glad Arianna will end up playing well with others, and the homophobic twist is an interesting one, particularly if we get to see her struggle with it from her perspective. I personally don't understand that side of it at all, and any sort of explanation, even a fictional one would be something new.

SG2... I think the only things I can remember about them are that originally they were led by Kawalski, and then later there was a guy named Coburn played by Steve Bacic.

yay for promotions!

I'm now off to do the beta thing.
Slamslamaina on June 2nd, 2009 08:37 pm (UTC)
Excellent installment. I can't wait to read more. I really like both of the original characters. Oh, and the sex scene was hot. Well done.