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for Sam [TR]

Last weekend had been full of the kind of excitement Jack was just out of practice for. Sure, back when he'd been on SG-1 and especially when he'd been in special forces he was used to going days without sleep and being ready on a moment's notice but he just wasn't cut out for that anymore when he was used to lazing around on the island. Today wasn't an ITF day, thank God, and Jack took his time waking up, just enjoying being warm and cozy with Sam instead of jumping up to do whatever needed to be done.

...Sam never slept this late. Jack squinted and checked his watch. After eight. Sam never slept this late, even if he'd kept her up the night before.

"Sam? Getting lazy on me or something?"

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Sam cracked one eye open at the sound of Jack's voice, blinked sleepily at him, then turned away just in time to sneeze. Not just any sneeze, but one of those four-times-in-a-row sneezes that barely leave time to catch a breath. "Ugggh," she groaned, and rolled back over.

Okay, that wasn't the normal Carter wake-up routine, not by a long shot. Jack smoothed a few messy strands of her away from her face, frowning a little in concern.

"Doesn't sound too good, Sam. You okay?"

Sam groaned and sat up, rubbing at her eyes. "Just a sneeze," she said, but her head felt like it was stuffed with rocks. "I'll be fine. I just need breakfast and coffee."

Jack squeezed her shoulder a little. "I'm guessing this is one of those days you want O'Neill's Coffee and Mangoes to come for delivery instead of takeout?"

She shook her head a little, and it felt like the rocks were rattling all around in her skull. "No," she said, "it's okay. You don't have to do that--we can go up to the compound together."

Sam hadn't had a cold in ages. Honestly, the last time she could remember getting on was in her early days at the SGC. She hated colds.

Jack pushed her down gently. "No ma'am. You are not moving from this bed until you feel better. I am going out for takeout and bringing you stuff back. You got any requests?" he asked, giving her a grin.

He kissed her forehead and waited for her response. It was rare, getting to dote on a woman who was just as capable if not more capable than he was. He liked thinking about Sam as soft and vulnerable, in the right context.

"Jack, seriously. I'm fine. I can go--" She pushed herself to sit up, but was interrupted by another fit of sneezing. "--to the compound with you. Really."

God, that even sounded pathetic.

"Nope," Jack said, shaking his head. "Lay back down, I'll bring you something. Aren't you supposed to have tea or something when you're sick?"

Sam made a face. "I don't want tea," she said, and she sounded ridiculously petulant, but couldn't help it. She did lay back down, though, scowling at her sniffling nose.

"I want coffee," she said. "And a box of tissue, if there's any at the compound."

"Coffee and tissues," Jack said, nodding a little. "Any other requests, your royal highness?"

"Don't call me that," she said, giving him a little poke in the arm. "But um... I'd like some toast."

She sneezed again, which made her head rattle in all kinds of painful ways.

"Gotcha, Queen Samantha," Jack teased, petting her head gently before heading up to the compound. As usual, he got two cups of coffee, figuring Carter would need both and the toast and tissues. He kinda liked her all pathetic in a weird way and tried not to smirk too much as he made his way back inside.

"So, do I get a tip for delivery?"

"You can have a kiss when I'm not all sneezy anymore," she said gratefully, taking one of the cups of coffee. "You didn't happen to swipe any tylenol or something while you were there? My head is killing me. Ugh, I can't remember the last time I had a cold. It's been years."

Jack kissed her forehead and opened the hand not holding the coffee cup to drop two pills inside.

"Got 'em off your hot lookalike. I figured she knew what she was talking about."

She was in the middle of swallowing them when he mentioned where he got them, and they stuck in her throat in a little lump. "Oh," she said, and drank some coffee to wash them down. Sam liked Helen well enough, just based on their few meetings, but Helen was the kind of feminine woman that Sam had never been able to be--or really wanted to be--but always felt a little insecure around anyway. Looking pretty much exactly like her didn't really help.

"You um, met Helen?"

"Yeah," Jack said, running his hand through her hair to smooth out some of the tangles. "Nice lady. Apparently she's 'quite sorry' you're sick," he said, trying to imitate the accent. "Damn weird, your face and that voice."

"Yeah, really weird," she said, with a weak little laugh. It was weird how someone could look just like her and yet be prettier, classier, more sophisticated.

Which felt a lot like junior high and was just stupid. Sam sipped at her coffee and tried not to sneeze.

"Nice though. Sad. Don't know what that's about," Jack said, shrugging a little. He grinned and laced the fingers of one of his hands with hers.

"So. You want a present, Carter?"

"I like presents," she said, cheering up at the thought. Jack's little surprises were always good, and even better considering the fact that finding little surprises in this place wasn't as easy as going over to the mall. "Especially your presents. What is it?"

"Close your eyes," Jack said and, once she had, tickled her nose with one of a pair of outrageous socks. "Okay. Open 'em up. I figured it was time for another pair of these."

She burst into giggles at the sight of the socks, decorated with cupcakes and cherries. The giggles turned to a fit of coughing, but the coughing dind't get rid of her smile. "I love them," she said, and put her coffee aside so she could pull her feet out from under the covers and start pulling the socks on.

"Thinking it might keep those toes cozy," Jack said, kissing the tip of her nose. "Besides, I bet brunette, sad version of you doesn't have socks nearly as cool."

"No," Sam said, wriggling her toes a little. "She probably has like, Prada stilettos and silk stockings, or something." She looked like the type to have really nice things. Sam dressed up on occasion, but she felt more at home in combat boots.

"Don't go down that road," Jack warned, tweaking one of her toes. "Because I only think she's hot because she looks like you, the accent sounds like you got drunk and decided it'd be funny and you have a much better ass."

Sam blushed, looking at the socks, and picked at a little cupcake sprinkle near the top of one. "Really?" She'd thought Helen rather attractive, and only hoped she looked half that good on the off chance she lived to be a hundred and fifty whatever she'd said she was.

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