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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?"

It was hard to find places to go on dates on a deserted island and Jack was well aware it always required a lot of creativity. This morning, he woke up early and made the trek for coffee, bringing back two mugs (he drank his own in the compound kitchen) for Sam to have when she woke up. He put those close by before kneeling on the bed to kiss her awake. He always loved Sam when she first woke up in the morning and she was still hazy from sleep; Sam, in those moments, wasn't a soldier anymore. She was just Sam and had a sweetness he didn't think she could let herself have when fully aware and alert.

"Wake up. We've got plans today."

Ugh, I failed and didn't do one of these in July. Here goes for August!

( state of the pups )

Since waking up in that weird timelooping thing, Sam hadn't exactly been her cheery self. Jack had never really known her to stay blue for very long and it eerily reminded him of all the fights and trouble they'd had early in the relationship. He gave her distance for a few days, even went to the Independence Day barbecue without her, but since she didn't seem to be getting better he decided he wanted something to cheer her up. Easier said than done on a deserted island, but Jack thought he'd try.

He looked for shells, but there hadn't been any that caught his eye. He wandered down to the compound to see if there was any chocolate (isn't that what women wanted when they were blue) and he was pure out of luck. On a lark, he wandered down to the clothes box, wondering if he could find a funny t-shirt or a silly hat like the ones Teal'c used to wear. Instead of pulling out either of those, however, he pulled out a pair of socks with rocketships on them. Huh. Was that the box's way of telling him Sam was getting cold feet about the marriage? Hard to get more obvious than that; she was the definition of cold feet.

Still, the socks amused him, and he tucked them into his pocket before heading back to the hut, cheery grin on his face.

"Guess who has a surprise waiting for them?"

Arguing with Carter was never one of Jack's favorite activities and the fight they'd had the other day, he was seriously beginning to worry about the long-term health of their relationship. He was stubborn as hell, that was true, but Carter...Carter was afraid of everything. His life had been spent denying himself what he wanted for the good of his country and, later, the entire world. He'd moved past that on the island but Carter, apparently, had not. Still, it wasn't enough to make Jack quit trying. Short of the day when Carter told him to get out for good, he'd be trying to make it work. He loved her too much to do anything less.

She was still asleep, which was good. Jack liked to go get her coffee and bring it to her when he could, especially when they'd fought. Coffee seemed to go a long way in mending bridges between him and Carter and it'd taken him a little while to get it perfectly right. She was damned picky about it, unlike he and Daniel who'd just take whatever they could get. The hike to the compound wasn't so bad in the early morning and it never took him long to get the coffee and bring it back. Today though, there was a little something extra next to her coffee mug, a new seashell. Lame, but it was rare to find them where both shells were still there intact with the hinge not broken, and Jack's life on the island was kind of about fishing and seashell hunting.

He placed the coffee and the shell to the side, though, and climbed back in bed to try to wake her up. He smoothed her hair and whispered against her ear.

"Good morning, Samantha. Got you some coffee."

[Continued from here]

Jack was quiet for a few minutes, chewing over what Carter had said. It sounded like him, apprehension about promotion, but if Carter (and everyone else, it seemed) thought he'd done a good job at general maybe he'd do a good job at the whole council thing, if it was meant to be.

The walk from the compound to New Atlantis was never long, as much as he traveled it, and he glanced between his hut and Carter's.

"My place or yours, Sam?"

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State of the Cerie:

Not...so good. Those of you on my flist know I had a huge personal bombshell dropped on me Tuesday. I don't know yet how this will affect RP but I hope it will not, at least for the time being.

Jack O'Neill

Jack is a happy man. He and Sam have finally sealed the deal on their relationship and now that Sam's more comfortable knowing that there's nothing she can do about them being on the island she's relaxed, which means Jack has relaxed. Upcoming, I think he'll be a little quieter, if only because his major conflict for the moment is over, but Callie and I have more things planned for he and Sam over the summer.

Another thing that sort of happened accidentally with Jack and I love so much is his pseudo-adoption of Jane and Lydia and his absolute love for Susan's son Rickon. I want to play more with this for sure. Jack+kids=love.

One last thing that's going on with him right now that's not Sam-related is Rodney's baby plot. Somehow he's kind of stepped in and appointed himself Rodney's man friend which I love, given their shaky canon history. Oh, TR.

Needs threads with: Rodney McKay, Jill Langston, Vala Mal Doran, Daniel Jackson, Jane Bennet, Carwood Lipton, Susan Pevensie

TimeLoop: I haven't yet planned it with Callie. I assume it will be Replicator-related.

Jacob Black:

Jacob was completely a whim for me back in January as I'd never played him before (and have played Edward for about four years) but looking back, I don't regret a second of it. He's an easy, breezy, fun character to play and he gets along with just about anyone he meets. His relationship(!?) with Belle is adorable and slow and not even to hand-holding stages but I still love it so very much. I also like his friendship with Shari and just wish Anita was less busy so we could let those crazy kids spend an afternoon being awesome together.

Needs threads with: Derek Morgan, Remus Lupin, Shari Cooper, Belle
TimeLoop: No idea.

Princess Zelda:

I agonized over this app for three straight months and now that I have Zelda in game, I still agonize about her. I worry that she's too pretty and delicate and perfect or that my angle with her putting on a mask for the world to see is a bit too much. Agony aside, I have enjoyed the threads I've had with her. She's not nearly as outgoing as Jack or Jacob and it's been trial and error finding those she gets along with. I really like her interactions with Lucifer Box (srsly, they are adorable) and she gets on well with both Ishiah and Robin Goodfellow, which makes me laugh hysterically.

I'd really like for her to meet Susan or Guenever--someone medievally. Arya Stark would also be awesome.

Needs threads with: Lucifer Box, Ishiah, Dr. Rob Chase
TimeLoop: I...am not sure. A Sheik moment, more likely than a Zelda moment.

The Future: I have my Niko Leandros app written and ready to submit; Manda was kind enough to look it over and give me some comments. I am arguably more nervous about Niko than I was Zelda if only because I want the character SO bad. Still, I have other things on my mind so while I will likely submit this week, I may ask for a delayed debut depending on my father's health. Of course, that is considering it is approved. I am 50/50 about this most days which is odd, considering I had no butterflies regarding Jacob or Jack.

I think I will hold off on any future apps until I see where things are in my personal life, but Chloe Sullivan is probably going to end up coming to the island as soon as things straighten out and I think I can handle it.

Good sex. Best sex of his life. Really great sex. Only twice since that first time, counting this time, but Jack wasn't really counting. Sometimes, Sam even slept over if they hadn't had sex and oddly that just made him happier. But she didn't stay every night and she didn't grant him access to her hut every night either and that was...while not a problem, not ideal. Jack would prefer to have 24/7 access to Carter.

Probably because he was a sap and he'd never really been wired to get up and leave after sex but he tried not to hold it against her. She'd taken some big steps, after all, and while the initial leap had been big for him it'd been easy to wait in the middle while she came to him.

Once he'd caught his breath he rolled over a little, lightly tracing a hand down the curve of her waist.

"Staying tonight?"

Copy and pasted from my other journal.

State of Me:

I am actually pretty sickly lately, as most of you know. I ended up dropping every game I have except TR and Killjoy, so I am down to three pups total. I think this is good, because I was up to about 30+ with all the games I was in and I wasn't doing anyone any favors.

State of the Pups:

Jack O'Neill

Jack is actually settling into the island nicely. He had some really good interactions with Jane Bennet this month and she is rapidly becoming one of his favorite people. Things with Carter have settled into something approaching normal and they *gasp* fooled around earlier this month without having any freakouts. Jack is still really frustrated, but he'll live. Upcoming, I think he's going to settle into being on the ITF, get to know more of the BoB pups and keep maintaining his friendships. He's a really easy character to play for me, so I love any interactions I get with him.

Needs threads with: Vala, Daniel, BSG pups, BOB pups, Jane, Felicity, Harkness

Jacob Black

March was all about Jacob. He got some really great threads with Polly O'Keefe and Belle and I got to do some amazing things with him on his item post (he received Bella's bracelet from New Moon). I love having a younger pup to run around on the island and that 16-19 age range is so fun to play. I think I find it fun mostly because I am old and work 8-5 and long for a little of that freedom myself, hahahaha. He has a massive, massive crush on Belle and I only see that getting worse in the future.

Needs threads with: Belle, Alice, Rahne Sinclair, Arya Stark, Susan Snow+Rickon?, Polly

The Future

Q2: Princess Zelda. I've played Zelda before, but I played her in one game for about 2.5 years and she just got stale because her story was done. I also played Twilight Princess Zelda and I'm apping Ocarina of Time Zelda, who is a lot more interesting and has different issues for sure. I have tweaked the app to death and back so I think I am putting some final suggestions Manda gave me and leaving it alone until I submit it. I am excited to play a girl, though it's a bit out of my comfort zone for sure.

Q3 and beyond: I tentatively have MacGyver queued (insert all your RDA belong to Cerie joke here) but I may shuffle him in place of DS Matt Devlin from Law and Order: UK. He is AMAZING and I love him and I really want a British pup. I also think a cop will be fun to play and while he's a little snarky, I don't think I'll be falling into that sardonic thing that Jack has and that Mac has too (and boy, talk about being afraid two voices sound alike!) I'm also considering Niko Leandros from Nightlife but I have no idea on a PB, so if any of you have suggestions hit me up.

Island life meant a lot of fishing and sitting around twiddling his thumbs but at least the ITF provided him with something to work toward, even if it was Special Forces reserves or something. Something was better than nothing, after all, and it gave him the motivation to do the intense PT that he hadn't really done since showing up on the island.

PT was easy when you were in the field; running for your life didn't really seem like work so much as...running for your life. Jack tried to keep that in mind while he swam and ran and hiked until his lungs burned and his knees twinged. He'd still run with Sam later but he...he'd been having a hard time sleeping since the night she'd stayed with him and he refused to acknowledge that might be because she wasn't sleeping next to him.

He knew Sam would probably be awake; it was first light now and she had always been an early riser. Still damp from the shower, he brought her coffee just the way she liked it and some fruit from the compound and knocked on her door, hoping he'd catch her before she went to go fiddle with whatever she was fiddling with these days.

"Sam? You up yet?"

[Continued from here.]

"My door squeaks. You can fix that," Jack offered. It wasn't a long walk from the Compound to New Atlantis and Jack was content to make it in companionable silence, occasionally glancing at Carter to give her a grin.

"Home sweet hut," Jack said, pushing the door open. "After you?"

Jack didn't like being on the outs with Carter, not even when they had a purely working relationship. He'd always loved her company and thought she was funny and sincere before he started having thoughts about how to make her laugh and what would drive her crazy. That said, he'd landed himself in the dog house pretty good after the sex fiasco and Jack couldn't for the life of him understand why he'd let himself get so carried away with her. It wasn't like either of them.

Still, an apology would probably do them some good and Jack intended to snag fruit and coffee from the Compound just after dawn and sneak it into Carter's hut by way of making peace. She'd wake up to her favorite thing and a note from him and maybe it'd start smoothing things over. Or making them civil. Hell, he didn't know what to do. He just had to try.

Coffee in hand with a folded note, he started making his way back down to New Atlantis, hoping nobody ran into him.

Jack wasn't sure how he'd ended up flirting with Carter and picking out dresses for her, but it'd managed to be kinda sweet in the end. But, as far as them going to the wedding together, that'd been a no fly zone no matter how much Jack wanted it.

But Carter had said no and Jack, both as friend and CO, had to respect that decision.

He'd spent the morning swimming and had darted back up to New Atlantis to nab a towel from his hut when he saw her. Dammit. No avoiding Carter now. He'd have to speak to her out of politeness; it wasn't like he was mad at her or anything. He just couldn't trust himself around her.

"Morning, Carter."

It'd be easier if he had on more than swim trunks, wouldn't it?

Jack had heard Daniel'd broken his wrist on the dino expedition and he wasn't surprised; the Daniel he'd known back home had a tendency to collect injuries like baseball cards and apparently not much had changed in the eight years Jack had missed. He hadn't had a real, good talk with him since New Years and since Carter'd shown up there were all sorts of issues that Jack kinda wanted to bury for a little while in lieu with hanging out with his best friend.

Problem was, said best friend was usually busy with something or other and Jack, oddly enough, felt bad about interrupting. But with he and Carter feeling all awkward about kiss number two it was about damn time Jack spent some time with someone who wasn't leggy and blonde and vaguely attracted to.

Besides, Daniel lived next door so even on his bad knee it wasn't a long trip to knock at Daniel's hut and beg for some time.

"Got a minute? Ran out of interest in watching the walls in my hut and figured we could go for a walk."

When Jack was a kid, he'd always slept like the dead. There could be a marching band heading up the stairs in his mom's house and he'd sleep right through it but that'd changed after he joined the Air Force. You only sleep through reveille one time at the Academy before you learn to never do it again and that was the worst day of Jack O'Neill's life up until that point. And it made sense, especially later when he was Special Ops and you never knew what might happen to the man you left on watch; had to be up and at 'em pretty quick.

None of which applied to life on the island, except to make his life a living hell. Something (Keller's damn cat, he assumed) had started tearing through Carter's hut and knocking books over and eliciting a pretty damn girly (and not befitting an Air Force Colonel) scream out of the occupant. Irritated, and slightly worried it might be something a little more threatening than the cat, Jack padded over to the hut next door. He didn't bother with clothes other than his boxers because he figured he'd be heading right back across to his hut to sleep anyway. All Carter'd want was to go back to her damn computer.

He leaned in the doorway, rubbing his eyes a little and squinting in the early dawn light.

"You okay in here, Carter?"

Jack had been puttering around New Atlantis looking for something to do. It might have been better if he had someone to do it with, but he couldn't find Daniel and Carter seemed to be MIA as well. He guessed he could go running but, again, without Carter, wasn't half as enjoyable. He'd always liked PT with Carter. She kept his pace and made just enough conversation to make it enjoyable without distracting him from the workout.

He settled for push-ups. Good for the upper body strength and not something he was going to get from running...round of push-ups, then he'd go swimming, and then maybe there'd be someone around to bug. If it stayed too quiet he guessed he could go bother Vala to babysit William, but Jack was trying to keep that for when Vala needed it, not when he needed it. Even a mom's gotta have a break sometimes.

He was halfway through his third rep of twenty when he saw Carter's shoes. Funny, recognizing a woman by her feet, but when you'd known her as long as he'd known Carter...

Jack shifted to stand and grabbed his shirt to mop off his face. Damn island got hot after a while, especially since Jack had gotten used to the snow.

"What's got you so happy, Carter?"