Uncomplicated, by mylittleredgirl (nc-17)
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het_reccersFandom Category: SGA/SG-1
Pairing: Elizabeth Weir/Jack O'Neill
Fic Title: Uncomplicated
Author: mylittleredgirl
Link: http://mylittleredgirl.livejournal.com/297395.html
Rating/Warning(s): nc-17; sex
Genre: Episode-related, pre-series
WIP?: no
Why This Must Be Read: This fic is written by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mylittleredgirl, and I worship her fics. She is a deft writer, and explores so wonderfully the dynamics of whatever pairing she chooses to write for. This is no exception. There's always been, canon-wise, a sense of mutual admiration and a touch of friendship between Elizabeth and Jack. This fic takes that and pushes it into the next level.
Nothing and no one should really have the ability to surprise him anymore after being dead and frozen and Anciented and un-Anciented (again), but Doctor Elizabeth Weir manages to do so twice in one day.
Jack O'Neill isn't one for sleeping on big decisions, for the most part, so it only takes him a few hours to get back to her. He talks with SG-1. He has lunch with Teal'c. He's surprised by how much he managed to miss the SGC cream pie while frozen and is grateful that Teal'c subtly lets him know that Carter's boyfriend is still in the picture -- not that he was wondering.
When he goes back to Doctor Weir, she's still packing up her things from Hammond's old office.
He says yes.
Weir does her best to look relieved, like she ever thought he might not take the job of helming the SGC, and though she's not much better at putting on expressions than she is at telling jokes, he appreciates the effort.
Doctor Weir all but crawls over the boxes to get to the phone. She seems smaller than she did when she first arrived on the base with his life in her unfairly ill-prepared hands, but not in a bad way. "Let me call the President. How did your team take it?"
Jack honestly expected them to put up at least a token fight. "Can't wait to get rid of me."
The President is in a meeting and, once Weir explains that it isn't a galactic emergency -- although Jack thinks that his being tapped to run the program constitutes at least a minor disaster -- they are told to call back.
Jack is trying to decide who to bother for the rest of the afternoon -- Daniel's face-deep in plans for the new Antarctic site, Teal'c was headed to the gym when he last saw him and Carter actually left the base -- when Weir drops a bomb in the exact same voice she employed to convince him he really wants to be a General.
"I'm not doing anything for the next few hours."
It's been so long since Jack has been around people who say what they want without alien intervention that he's lucky he recognizes her blatant come-on for what it is.
He reaches for a joke and comes up with a bad one. "Is this a requirement for taking the office?" He cringes a bit as it hits the air, because it's not a polite thing to say to a woman even if she did just proposition him out of nowhere.
Weir doesn't look embarrassed. She smiles, green eyes twinkling, and he wonders if he's really that transparent to her or if this is just the way she is. Daniel told him how she went for broke with the Goa'uld. "No."
He says yes.
Pairing: Elizabeth Weir/Jack O'Neill
Fic Title: Uncomplicated
Author: mylittleredgirl
Link: http://mylittleredgirl.livejournal.com/297395.html
Rating/Warning(s): nc-17; sex
Genre: Episode-related, pre-series
WIP?: no
Why This Must Be Read: This fic is written by
mylittleredgirl, and I worship her fics. She is a deft writer, and explores so wonderfully the dynamics of whatever pairing she chooses to write for. This is no exception. There's always been, canon-wise, a sense of mutual admiration and a touch of friendship between Elizabeth and Jack. This fic takes that and pushes it into the next level. Nothing and no one should really have the ability to surprise him anymore after being dead and frozen and Anciented and un-Anciented (again), but Doctor Elizabeth Weir manages to do so twice in one day.
Jack O'Neill isn't one for sleeping on big decisions, for the most part, so it only takes him a few hours to get back to her. He talks with SG-1. He has lunch with Teal'c. He's surprised by how much he managed to miss the SGC cream pie while frozen and is grateful that Teal'c subtly lets him know that Carter's boyfriend is still in the picture -- not that he was wondering.
When he goes back to Doctor Weir, she's still packing up her things from Hammond's old office.
He says yes.
Weir does her best to look relieved, like she ever thought he might not take the job of helming the SGC, and though she's not much better at putting on expressions than she is at telling jokes, he appreciates the effort.
Doctor Weir all but crawls over the boxes to get to the phone. She seems smaller than she did when she first arrived on the base with his life in her unfairly ill-prepared hands, but not in a bad way. "Let me call the President. How did your team take it?"
Jack honestly expected them to put up at least a token fight. "Can't wait to get rid of me."
The President is in a meeting and, once Weir explains that it isn't a galactic emergency -- although Jack thinks that his being tapped to run the program constitutes at least a minor disaster -- they are told to call back.
Jack is trying to decide who to bother for the rest of the afternoon -- Daniel's face-deep in plans for the new Antarctic site, Teal'c was headed to the gym when he last saw him and Carter actually left the base -- when Weir drops a bomb in the exact same voice she employed to convince him he really wants to be a General.
"I'm not doing anything for the next few hours."
It's been so long since Jack has been around people who say what they want without alien intervention that he's lucky he recognizes her blatant come-on for what it is.
He reaches for a joke and comes up with a bad one. "Is this a requirement for taking the office?" He cringes a bit as it hits the air, because it's not a polite thing to say to a woman even if she did just proposition him out of nowhere.
Weir doesn't look embarrassed. She smiles, green eyes twinkling, and he wonders if he's really that transparent to her or if this is just the way she is. Daniel told him how she went for broke with the Goa'uld. "No."
He says yes.
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