Canon divergent. With the Apocalypse banging at their door, the Arkadians and what's left of Trikru take refuge in the remains of Alpha Station and hope for the best.
Over 500 souls crammed into a tin can, but there's only one that has Bellamy wrapped around her little fingers.
607 words | [PG-13]
Carolina and Tex get left behind after a mission gone wrong.
Three years after settling on New Earth, Bellamy and Octavia finally find themselves at ease with life and looking forward to the future.
1079 words | [G]
The little cabin sat on a hill surrounded by fields of wild grass and towering trees. It was small—only three rooms with a wide front porch and a vegetable garden out back. It wasn’t much, but it was enough for Bellamy. It was more than he’d ever had in his entire life.
He reclined on the porch swing—his newest addition to the house—swaying lazily while he watched the sun set over the town below. A lot had changed in the last three years, mostly for the good, and they’d finally started to settle down. Started to accept New Earth as home.
The door creaked open. “I made lemonade,” Clarke said. “Or what passes for lemonade. Are those things even lemons if they’re purple?”
Bellamy laughed and accepted the cup of violet sugar water. Clarke eased down next to him, her belly pulling at her ill-fitting clothes. Any day now, they’d be adding a new addition. He kissed the side of her head. “If you want to call them lemons then they’re called lemons.”
“I don’t think that’s how it works.”
“You’re the princess so you get to name everything.”
[read more]Clarke leaned away to see his face better. “So we’re going with Hope if it’s a girl then?” she said with a smirk.
Bellamy winced. “I walked right into that one, didn’t I?” Clarke laughed, snuggling back against his side. Bellamy kissed her again. “I’m telling you Aurora Hope sounds better”
“Mmm,” Clarke hummed, taking a sip of her drink. “I like Hope Abigail.”
Bellamy tossed his head back with a dramatic sigh. “You’re impossible.”
“I’m the princess,” she murmured into her cup.
They sat in silence as the sun disappeared below the horizon. It rarely got truly dark on New Earth. There was almost always one sun shining, but Bellamy liked the perpetual twilight feeling after the closer sun set.
“What if it’s a boy?” Clarke asked after a while. “We haven’t discussed boy names at all.”
“That’s because it’s going to be a girl.”
Clarke snorted. “You cannot will this baby to be a girl.”
“More like I’d never be lucky enough to get a boy. I’m destined to be surrounded by women that drive me crazy.”
“Oh, you love us, and you know it.”
“Debatable,” he grumbled, but he couldn’t stop the grin on his face. “You know, if it is a boy, I’m going to have to add another room to the cabin. And you remember what that was like.”
Clarke sighed into his shoulder which sounded more like smothered laughter. Bellamy closed his eyes and kicked off with his foot, setting the swing in motion again. The cool breeze fluttered his hair while Clarke’s soft breaths warmed his skin.
He had a million things to do, but right now none of it mattered. The only important thing on his mind was Clarke, a baby, and the green grass stretching all the way to town. It was perfect.
The breeze fluttered the tall grass, tickling Octavia’s palms as she skimmed her hand over the tops. Next to her, Jordan and Madi chattered enthusiastically about the deer-like creature they’d seen in the woods while hunting. Jordan tended to talk more with his hands, forcing Octavia to duck when he got overexcited. She decided to consider it training.
“It was so majestic,” Jordan said for the tenth time.
“It’s food,” Octavia interrupted before he got carried away again.
“We can’t kill it!” Jordan’s voice raised about two octaves. “It’s peaceful and-”
“Food is food,” she stated. He needed to learn that lesson. A sick feeling settled in her stomach. It was different here, she reminded herself. They had an entire planet to themselves—one overflowing with animals and vegetation. The edible kind. She swallowed the bile surging up her throat. “But as long as the little critters keep us full, we won’t need to hunt the deer.”
“But the critters are cute, too,” Madi mumbled.
“I like the rabbit-ferret things,” added Jordan.
Madi laughed. “Fabbits!”
Octavia rolled her eyes. A lecture sat on the tip of her tongue. Madi, of all people, should understand hunting was a necessity no matter how adorable the fabbits were. They would keep them fed through winter.
In the distance, she could see the cabin—the sky beyond a brilliant orange as the sun set. A small smile twisted her lips. She helped build that. It felt good to put down her weapons for tools. Exceptionally good. Powerful. Lincoln would have loved it, she thought. Would have loved this entire place. Surprisingly, thinking of Lincoln didn’t quite hurt so much anymore. As long as she focused on the good times.
“What do you think?” Jordan asked, tapping Octavia’s arm.
“Huh?” She shook out of her memories, having no idea what the two of them were talking about.
“Piggyback rides.”
“What?”
“I’m almost sixteen,” Madi said. “I am too old for piggyback rides. Right, Octavia?”
Octavia looked between the grumpy Madi and glowing Jordan then smiled. “You are never too old for piggyback rides, Madi.” With that, she tossed the string of fabbits at Madi and hopped onto Jordan’s back, nearly knocking him over.
His laugh rumbled in his chest and through her body. “Race you,” he shouted at Madi then took off.
Octavia held on for her life, laughing like a maniac. She hadn’t felt this free in... ever. She’d never been free. Madi quickly passed them on the downhill, the fabbits smacking her back with each step. She waited at the well for Jordan to catch up. Octavia hopped down, still laughing. “Come on, let’s go make dinner,” she said, taking their hunting spoils from Madi.
As they rounded the house, still panting and giggling, they came to a stop. Jordan blushed bright red. Madi giggled. Octavia just smiled as Bellamy and Clarke shared a less-than-kid-friendly kiss on the front porch. She gave them a good fifteen seconds before she cleared her throat. “Ugh. If you guys are going to do that out in the open, I’m going to move in with Jordan in town.”
She stomped up the stairs but shot Bellamy a grin that he returned, warming Octavia inside and out. Things were so different now—they were no longer living to survive, starving, scared of being discovered. Yet some things were the same, and it felt good. It felt perfect.
fanfic50: mind.“Penny for your thoughts, princess?”
Clarke started, nearly falling from her perch on the irrationally large boulder. Bellamy easily hauled himself up to sit next to her. They stared out into the valley below that the four hundred ten survivors were slowly converting to a real community. A lot had changed in the year since they arrived at New Earth. Clarke glanced at Bellamy, her heart fluttering. And some things hadn’t changed at all.
“I just have a lot on my mind, I guess,” she finally answered.
“When don’t you?”
Clarke ignored his dig. “Raven says she should have the generators repaired by tonight so lights. Diyoza and her gang are clearing the north pasture tomorrow. That Kennedy guy loves his explosions so it shouldn’t take long. My mom said-”
“I didn’t come up here to talk business, Clarke,” Bellamy said softly. “I get enough of that headache down there. I came up here to-” He trailed off.
[read more]“Think?” she said with a knowing smirk.
He rolled his eyes. “Yeah. To think about other stuff. Not work stuff. Unlike you who can’t stop thinking about work stuff. You need to relax once in a while, Clarke. You know that, right?”
They both stared quietly for a long time before Clarke let out a soft sigh. “I’m not sure I even know how to do that anymore. The last few years have been… I mean going all the way back to my dad and the Skybox. War after war and years of-” This time her sigh sounded exhausted. “I can’t relax—I have to keep everyone alive. Always.”
Bellamy slid his arm across her shoulders, encouraging her closer. It’d been a long time since he touched her freely and without hesitation. She melted against him, her head on his shoulder. “You aren’t alone anymore. If you’d just let us take some of the weight.”
Tears sprung into Clarke’s eyes. “I don’t think I know how to do that either.”
“We’ll figure it out.” Bellamy squeezed her tighter and rested his chin on her head. “Together.”
Clarke sucked in a sharp breath. “Really?” she whispered. She’d give anything to get back to that time when they worked together—when they had each other’s backs.
He didn’t say anything, just hugged her. They watched the second sun rise over the mountains in the distance setting the sky on fire. “What are you thinking about?” Clarke asked.
“I’m thinking about how I’m gonna spend the day at the lake.” He lifted her chin with two fingers and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “With you. We’re going to relax and not think about work for an entire day.”
“But I can’t. I have to-”
“Let someone else worry about it, Clarke. The lake is calling our name; can’t you hear it?” He leaned close to her ear, voice husky. “Clarke, we’re waiting for you. The water is so nice. Wouldn’t you like to come swimming? Come on—you know you want to. We’re waiting.”
Clarke shoved Bellamy playfully. “All right, all right.”
Bellamy grinned and hopped up, pulling Clarke to her feet.
“But only because the lake asked so nicely.”
Bellamy laughed—the sound rumbling from deep in his chest. “Whatever gets you moving, princess.”
Clarke watched Bellamy with Echo from across the room. There was an ease and familiarity to their touch. One she’d never had with him. One she never would. She looked away, vision blurring with unshed tears. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. Never in the six years she talked endlessly to a silent radio did she consider he’d find someone else. Why Echo?
“You okay?” Madi asked, sitting down beside her.
Clarke wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. “Yeah, sure. I’m fine.”
Madi glanced over at the happy couple. “I don’t believe you.”
“You never believe me.”
“That’s because you’re never fine.” She glanced back again. “You should tell him. About the radio.”
“No.” Clarke jumped up and slipped out the back door of the church, Madi on her heels.
“Clarke, he should know.”
“Why? What’s the point? It’ll just make things more awkward between us.” The words rushed out as panic crushed her chest.
“But you’re in love with him”
“It doesn’t matter.”
Madi shook her head. “It might to him. You won’t know unless you try.”
“No. You don’t get it. You’re too young. It’s over. I had my chance and took it for granted and now-” She sucked in a shuddering breath. “It’s over.”
The door opened and shut. “You should talk to him.”
Clarke’s heart nearly stopped as Echo came down the stairs. “But-”
“Really, Clarke.” Echo ducked her head then walked away. What did that mean?
“Now’s your chance,” Madi said. “Don’t blow it again.”
Clarke stared hard at the door, willing her feet forward, but she couldn’t do it. She couldn’t face him yet—her heart hurt too much. But maybe… She glanced over her shoulder as Echo disappeared into the trees. Maybe there was hope. Just a little.
Beginning of Again
Eight-year-old Gil Holzfäller has made a few mistakes in his short, miserable life but none as far-reaching as getting his best friend expelled from his life.
1021 words | [G]
Hope for the Future
Four years after they lost everything, Bellamy and Murphy have a quiet moment to remember and find hope for a future that may never happen. Canon-divergent from the end of season 4. A little glimpse of what life might have been like on the ring.
470 words | PG
Unfair Advantage
Watching Carolina spar on any day could leave a man breathless, speechless, and probably a little brain dead from the blood rushing out of his head to other parts of his body. But watching Carolina spar against Wyoming sans armor. That’s something else entirely.
798 words | R
No Place Else I'd Rather Be
When Bellamy and Clarke get stuck in the mud, it's finally time to have a conversation that's been brewing far too long.
2585 words | PG-13
An accident takes something from Bellamy that he can never get back, but he has Clarke to get him through. Written for fanfic50: pain.
1597 words | [PG]
1440 words | [PG-13]
It's late, and Wash can't sleep. But he's not the only one. Maybe what him and Carolina really need is someone to talk them through the dark night. Cuddling also works.
Wash isn’t sleeping anyway when he hears Carolina call out from the room across the hall. He stares blankly at the gray ceiling trying to ignore the sobs—she would hate to know he was listening. But the sound is a knife through his heart in more than one way. Still, he doesn’t move because she’d probably kick him in the balls if he tried to play the half-assed hero with her. Carolina is no damsel in distress.
But when the noise from her room fades, he silently slips from his bed. Wash is the only one that knows the code to her lock, and the soft click of it disengaging sounds abnormally loud in the late night. He waits for Carolina to throw open the door, gun in hand. Or something equally dramatic, but it’s quiet. He’s not sure if that’s a good thing or bad.
He finds her sitting in bed, knees to her chest, staring into the dark. “Hey,” she says without looking at him like she knew he’d come. He has no idea why she would think that. He’s never done this before. Well, not the breaking and entering part—he can’t count the number of times he’s listened to her cry from outside her door, though. He needs to know she’s okay.
[read more]Carolina scoots over so he can join her on the bed but says nothing else. Wash sits, legs stretched out, feet dangling off the side. Her blankets are a twisted mess and the sheets soaked with sweat. The only light in the room comes from the digital display of her old-fashioned alarm clock. He watches her out of the corner of his eye, not sure what to say or do except be there for her.
Eventually, she leans her head on his shoulder. “I couldn’t beat her,” she whispers.
“Tex?” Wash frowns. “That’s who you were dreaming about?”
Carolina scoffs. “I know, right? How pathetic is that? Even after all these years, she still gives me nightmares.”
He snorts. “Well, she was pretty scary.” He says it almost fondly because there are so many versions of Tex in his head—all hated and loved by the many other people stuck in there as well. Sometimes it’s hard to sort out which ones are his real feelings. He’s pretty sure he had no problem with Tex personally. At least not until he tried to kill her. Then she was all up in his business. And that was fucking terrifying.
“It’s stupid,” she says after a moment, wiping at her eyes. “God.”
Wash takes a chance, sliding his arm around her and pulling her close. She doesn’t resist. In fact, she buries her face in the crook of his neck, making herself comfortable. He’s not sure what to do with that. He suddenly feels sixteen and completely unready for Angie Beckett climbing through his window that one night. He blushes at the thought. Thankfully, it’s too dark for Carolina to see. He takes a deep breath, pushing away the awkward memories and lays his cheek against the top of her head.
Carolina plays with the chain of his dog tags. “Why was I never good enough?”
Is she drunk? Wash shakes his head. “I don’t-”
“I couldn’t beat her.”
He wonders how much she actually knows. And that leads to what the fuck do I tell her? He takes a deep breath deciding to just go with the truth because he’s too tired to keep dancing around shit. “You know she was an AI, right? The fact that you stayed number two is impressive.”
Carolina jerks away and Wash sighs.
“I’m just saying—it’s not exactly easy for a human brain to compete with an AI-”
She punches him in the arm. Hard. “Whose side are you on?”
He puts his hands up. “I’m not on anyone’s side.” Her growl is unmistakable. “Your side. I’m on your side,” he says, trying not to laugh. “Always your side.”
He doesn’t know why he adds the last part, but she melts against him again, and he decides he likes that. A lot. And there are those awkward feelings again. He closes his eyes, breathing slow. His brain is working overtime to sort out the memories and feelings.
“You think I could beat her now?”
Why is she torturing herself? Why is she torturing me? “No,” he tells her honestly, risking life and limb, “but that doesn’t mean she wins. Just because Tex was on the top of the leaderboard doesn’t mean anything. She had an unfair advantage-”
“She was his favorite,” she mumbles.
Wash has had enough. He grabs her by the shoulders. “I’m not doing this with you, Carolina, and I’m only saying this once so listen.”
She blinks up at him--a little confused and a lot of hurt in her eyes.
He’s pretty sure this conversation is a mistake, but he takes a deep breath anyway. It needs to be said. “The Director—he was a rat bastard, but-” He swallows hard, finishing softly. “But your father loved you.” She tries to pull away, but he doesn’t let go. “He loved you, Carolina, even if he didn’t show it. Didn’t know how to. He was as fucked up as the rest of us.”
“I can’t believe you’re defending him. You of all people.”
Wash glares at her. “I think I’m the only one in any position to defend him. And that’s not what I’m doing. I’m just stating a fact. Leonard Church was an asshole in any incarnation, but he loved exactly two people in his life-”
“And he loved her more.”
Wash drops his arms and gets up. “Maybe you’re right. And I’m pretty sure nothing I can say will ever change your mind anyway. Good night, Carolina.” Sometimes he wonders why he even tries.
He’s barely back in his room when her door bangs open. She stomps after him, and in the dim light from his desk lamp, he can see the dark circles under her red-rimmed eyes. “I miss him,” she shouts, slamming his door behind her.
“The director?”
Tears slide down her cheeks as she looks away. “Epsilon.”
Oh. That makes more sense. He doesn’t know what to say so he just waits.
“He was-” She sniffles. She can’t seem to elaborate, wrapping her arms around herself.
Wash pulls her close. “He loved you too.”
She huffs. “You have that floating around in your head, too?”
He laughs. “No. His actions said everything.”
“Whatever. He was a jerk.”
“Yeah.” He hugs her tighter. “But he was our jerk.”
She glances up at him. He forces himself to keep eye contact because it’s the most intimate he’s been with anyone in a long time, and it’s the closest he’s come to actually talking about what happened, and it’s the first time he’s admitted that he actually misses Epsilon. Carolina smiles. Then laughs, leaning her head on his shoulder. “He was a jerk, and I miss him. He was-”
She still can’t seem to say the words so Wash fills them in. “He was like your father. The one you remember.”
“Yeah.”
“Your childhood must have been-” He bites back a grin. “Interesting.”
Carolina pinches his side. “Shut up.”
Wash pins her hands to her back then leans his forehead against hers. “You gonna be okay?”
She lets out a long breath. “You gonna get some sleep?”
“Probably not.”
She doesn’t answer his question—not that he expected her to—but the way she looks at him with a mixture of weary sadness and tender affection takes his breath away. Without really thinking, he walks them over to the bed, falling onto it when his knees bump the edge. He looks up hesitantly and with not a little bit of that terror he felt with Angie then slides over to the wall—an invitation. He’s not sure how crushed he’ll be if she walks out the door, but she surprises him with a soft smile, climbing in. He tucks her against his chest and tugs the blanket over them.
“I’ll sleep if you sleep,” he mumbles into her neck.
She tangles her fingers with his. “If you promise to tell me how you’re really doing with all this.”
Wash sucks in a long breath then exhales slowly. “Tomorrow, promise.” He means it completely.
“Deal,” Carolina murmurs with a yawn, snuggling closer.
Wash decides having her pressed against him—listening to her breaths even out—isn’t as scary as he thought, and as he drifts off, he thinks that maybe, just maybe, they can find some peace tonight. Together.
1297 words | [PG]
After everything they'd been through, in the end, Jack would do anything for Sam, just to see her smile. Even if it meant giving her pre-wedding advice. AU after Affinity.
[I originally wrote this in 2014 and have no idea why I never finished editing it back then (It only took like twenty minutes). Apparently, I was in the mood for angst overload.]
Lyrics by Tim McGraw.
And yesterday I knew just what you wanted
When you came walkin’ up to me with him.
So I told you that I was happy for you,
And given the chance I’d lie again.
Just to see you smile.
Jack sat on the roof of his house, a beer dangling from one hand, watching the stars twinkle far above. Like so many other times, he wondered how many of those specks of light he’d visited. How many of them had planets orbiting them that they hadn’t yet discovered? Not that he’d be going to any of them. Being a general generally sucked most of the time.
He took a sip of his beer. The cool breeze tickled his skin, causing goosebumps to pop up all along his arms. It was getting colder—summer was over.
Slowly, his eyes slid shut, but he forced them open. He didn’t like what he saw whenever they closed. There was that little black box and that nervous expression on Carter’s face. It had taken every ounce of military training to keep his face neutral. How could she have asked him about that? He swallowed hard because he knew why. She was giving him one last chance to stop the whole thing. To make a move. And he didn’t take it because of honor and the regulations and he was a big fat chicken.
[read more]Now she was marrying that cop. Jack still couldn’t bring himself to think of the guy by his name. Marrying him. Tomorrow. Jack’s insides twisted into a knot. A dull ache had settled in his chest the moment he’d seen that ring. Almost a year later and it hadn’t gone away. He chugged the rest of his beer then tossed it into the pile with the rest. There better be some kind of emergency on base tomorrow so he had a good excuse for not showing up.
With a defeated sigh, he rubbed his hands over his face then just held them there, trying to rein in his emotions made loose from the alcohol. He was so confused and sad and angry. And just hurting. Deep down in his soul hurting. He groaned, pushing his palms into his eyes.
“Sir?”
Jack froze. Now he was hearing things.
“Are you okay, sir?”
He swallowed hard then pulled his hands away. Colors popped in his blurred vision, but he was sure he saw Carter standing at the edge of his roof deck. He shook his head clear then sat up straighter.
“Carter, what are you doing here?”
She looked around sheepishly. “I, uh-”
“Very articulate.” Damn, that was harsh. He cleared his throat and forced a smile. “So, what can I do for you, Colonel?”
She looked around, taking in the cooler and pile of empty bottles in the corner. “I could really use a beer.”
Jack smiled for real at that. He pulled out two beers, being careful not to let their fingers brush as he handed one to her. She took a long sip before setting it on the railing. She leaned there staring at her shoes for a long while. He was damn curious why she was at his house in the middle of the night. He checked his watch: 0120.
“Pre-wedding jitters?” he asked when he couldn’t take the silence any longer.
“Huh?” Carter’s head jerked up like she hadn’t quite heard him. She frowned. Jack loved the way her face scrunched up when she was confused.
“I asked if you were getting cold feet?”
She grimaced. Damn, hit that one on the head. Jack leaned forward in his chair. “Carter, what’s going on?”
After finishing her beer, she sighed. “I don’t know.”
Jack popped the top on another and handed it to her. She chugged at least half of it. Whoa. Jack sipped at his, waiting.
She wiped her mouth on the back of her hand. “I just-” She took a deep breath. “Can I ask you a personal question?”
Taken aback, Jack blinked. “Of course, Carter, you don’t have to ask permission.”
“When you got married did you- I don’t know, was it weird right before. It’s just I keep getting these, I don’t know, anxiety attacks when I think about tomorrow. What if the flowers don’t arrive on time? What if I trip over my dress? What if I forget my vows? Or drop my bouquet, or-”
“Carter,” Jack said over her, getting her attention, “it’ll be fine. Like I said—pre-wedding jitters, everyone gets them.”
“Really?”
The pleading look on her face crushed his heart. “Yeah, sure.”
“So you got them?”
Jack thought back to the night before his wedding to Sara. He’d been so anxious he couldn’t sleep. Kawalsky had been there, laughing his ass off at how nervous Jack was. They ended up in some half-drunken wrestling match—the laughter finally calming Jack’s nerves.
“Yeah,” he said to his feet with a slight grin. “Yeah, I got them.”
“So, what did you do?”
Jack frowned. “No offense, Carter, but why are you asking me? It’s not like I have a great track-record with marriage.”
Even in the moonlight, he could see her face flush. “I- I don’t really know many people that are married. None that I’m close enough with to ask personal questions.”
“Oh.” Jack couldn’t help but feel a little pang of disappointment. She was here because he had experience. Nothing more. When he looked up, she was staring at him with that far-off look in her eyes again. He swallowed hard. “I guess I just found something to distract myself so I wouldn’t think about it. By the morning, we were too busy rushing around to worry about little things. And then it was over.”
She nodded but didn’t look convinced.
“Hey,” Jack said, tapping her foot with his so she’d look up. “In the end, you don’t remember all the stuff that goes wrong. You just remember standing at the altar and saying, ‘I do,’ and that’s all that really matters.”
“You’re going to be there, right?” Her voice was impossibly small for someone as strong as Carter.
He should have known this was coming. The ache in his chest turned to a crushing vice grip of terror. How the hell could he sit there and watch her marry another man? How could she ask him to do that? When he didn’t answer she took a deep breath and started to apologize.
Jack cut her off. “Sure, I’ll be there, if that’s what you want.”
She let out a relieved breath. Her smile, though, didn’t quite reach her eyes, but it was something. “That would really make me happy.”
“Then I’ll definitely be there. With bells on.”
That got a bigger smile from her. “I think we could do without the bells, sir.”
“Are you sure? They’re festive. I picked them up at Christmas—jingle bells, you know?”
Carter rolled her eyes, an exasperated look on her face. But she was still smiling, and in that moment, that was all that mattered.
“Thank you,” she said softly. “I really appreciate your advice, sir.”
The lump in Jack’s throat was so big he wasn’t sure he could push it down, but finally, he found his voice. “Any time, Carter. You know I’ll always be here for you.”
She nodded but didn’t look at him. Damn, this sucked. “Tomorrow, er, today, at eleven?” he asked, checking his watch.
He thought he saw a quirk to her lips. “Without the bells, sir.”
“Whatever you say, Carter. It’s your special day.”
He watched her climb down the ladder with a longing that he knew would never go away. Tomorrow was going to be hell, but he’d be there.
If just to see her smile.
I found this in my WIP folder from 2014--apparently written for 
ami_ven (according to my notes). It's pretty random, but I thought I'd post it anyway.
181 words | [PG]
Jack & Sam at work.
“Carter,” O’Neill barks from the door to her lab.
“Sir?” Sam looks up from the report she’s working on from her last mission.
“I need you to get those reports to me faster.”
“Faster? But I turn them in as quickly as I always have. Way before Daniel-”
“Well, I need them faster.” He taps his fingers against his leg in an uneven pattern.
What’s his problem? Sam’s had a long day on P4X-whatever-it-was and just not in the mood to deal with a cranky colonel so she pierces her commanding officer with a steely glare. “They will be done in the timely manner in which they always have been.”
“But, I-”
“I will have them done when they are done.” She doesn’t break eye contact.
O’Neill swallows, finally looking away as his face heats up. “Right, of course you will,” he mumbles. “I’ll be waiting.” He practically runs out of her lab.
Sam smirks at her computer and hits send. She was done with the report anyway—she just wanted to watch the colonel squirm for once.
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