Title: "Killing Time"

Summary: What to do when you're worrying about your favorite Space Monkey.

Rating: PG13 - Sexual Situations

Colonel Jack O'Neill was using every bit of his Special Ops training to make it to the planned rendezvous site without being seen. The note telling him where and when to meet had been secreted into his office while he was checking in with the General to see if there was any word from the half of his team that was off-world. Now with two minutes to go until the assigned meeting time, he was waiting for an opportunity to sneak into the room. Unfortunately, General Vidrine was standing in the corridor talking to one of his staff members. Finally the Captain departed, and Vidrine headed into the VIP suite. Jack quickly rounded the corner and swiped his card to unlock the door. Once inside he quietly closed the door behind him and flicked on the light. The sight that met his eyes made his jaw drop open.

Kneeling on the bed of their quarters was his wife in a sexy black lace bra and matching bikini underpants, both of which were just visible through the opening of his uniform shirt. His cover was perched jauntily on the back of her head.

"Have you been promoted, Colonel Carter?" he managed to tease as he tried to catch his breath.

"Is that any way to talk to a superior officer, Airman?" she inquired with a raised eyebrow.

An hour later, Jack was wonderfully worn out from taking orders from 'the Colonel'. With his arm in the sling they had both had to be a bit inventive, but it had only added to the excitement of having his gorgeous wife order him to please her. Not that he hadn't been pleased as well. Far from it. Making love to Sam just got better and better. And now they had the added thrill of knowing that they could be conceiving a baby each time they came together.

As they lay naked in each other's arms he couldn't help but comment. "You are enjoying yourself way too much finishing up your system diagnostics. It makes me wonder what you were up to all of those other times we thought you were slaving away upgrading the gate."

"I used to catch up on paperwork and reading when there were programs running for hours. *This* was so much more fun," she stated with a sigh and a grin. "Besides I thought you could use a distraction from your paperwork and worrying about Teal'c and Daniel."

"I'm not worried about Teal'c," he protested.

"Hmm, but you are worried about Daniel," she confirmed.

"Edwards doesn't know him. I'm afraid he won't listen to Daniel. And when it comes to things like the Unas, it's really a good idea to listen to Daniel," he admitted.

"Darn it! Where is that tape recorder when you need it! Daniel will never believe that you said that," Sam complained.

"That's why you won't tell him. That and the fact that if you do I will have to exact revenge," Jack warned.

"Will I enjoy the revenge?" she asked coyly.

"Knowing you? Probably," he said with a chuckle. "How long before you need to be back in the control room?"

"Just long enough for you to have lunch with me," she said starting to search for some clothes to put on.

When she had dug out her underwear from where it had been flung, he raised an eyebrow. "You're not putting those on under your BDU's are you?"

"Special treat," she said giving him a wink.

"You haven't ever worn that type of stuff in the past have you?" he wondered, suddenly imagining her fighting off a couple of Jaffa in nothing but several scraps of lace.

"Never off-world," she said reading his mind.

"Thank God," he muttered as he pulled on his own clothes.

A couple of minutes later he opened the door and peeked out to make sure that the corridor was clear. They had just closed the door behind them when General Vidrine exited his room and turned to face them. They each executed a perfect salute, murmured "Good afternoon, Sir", and then hightailed it around the corner where Sam muffled a laugh onto Jack's shoulder.

"Shh, you'll blow our cover!" Jack admonished with a smile.

"What cover?" Sam asked, her eyes dancing merrily. "Anyone looking at us is going to know exactly what we've been up to. Especially if you don't wipe that grin off of your face."

"What grin?" he inquired innocently, the grin growing larger.

Their good mood lasted through lunch, and then Sam went back to work in the control room, and Jack went back to worrying about the rest of his team. During the course of the afternoon he occasionally wandered to the control room to catch a glimpse of his wife working diligently. Remembering just what she had on under the Airforce standard issue fatigues, he couldn't help but smile. At some point he realized that she had done it on purpose to distract him and keep him from driving everyone in his path crazy while he awaited word on the situation on P3X-403. He was even able to sit relatively calmly through a meeting with the two Generals later in the day although he had a hard time keeping a straight face in front of Vidrine at first.

He abducted Sam from the control room at 1900 and made sure she had dinner. And even though he could eat left-handed, he let her cut up his meat without making a fuss. He just teased her that she needed to practice for when she was a mother.

When Hammond walked into the commissary with General Vidrine and his staff he noted the two officers eating with approval. He hated that O'Neill was injured and not out with Dr. Jackson and Teal'c, but it was good that he was making sure that Major Carter ate. They really did make a good team both professionally and personally. For a moment he wished he knew how the Major kept Jack in line, but he suspected that she used methods that would only work for her. Whatever, at least the Colonel had not been in his office every five minutes all afternoon. Jack had been so annoying this morning that he had almost thrown him through the wormhole.

Hopefully Teal'c and Dr. Jackson would be back soon. Hammond didn't think even Major Carter would be able to distract the Colonel too much longer. At the sound of laughter across the room he looked up and saw O'Neill and Carter both grinning about something. Then again, he thought, he'd long ago learned not to underestimate the powers of Doctor Major Samantha Carter.

THE END

Continued in Care Package