Crossing Paths
TITLE: Crossing Paths
AUTHOR: Tiffany Flowers (tiffanyflowers2@hotmail.com)
RATING: NC17
ARCHIVE: SJRA and Tiff and Alex’s SG-1 Archive. All others ask!
DISCLAIMER:

I own only the story and its idea. SG-1 belongs to MGM, Gekko Film Corp., Showtime and Double Secret Productions. Crossing Over with John Edward belongs to Glow In The Dark Productions and the Sci-Fi Channel. This fan fic intended no trademark and/or copyright infringements by this author. No money was made from this fan fic either.
CATEGORY: S/J Romance and slight angst.
SUMMARY:

Jack gets closure about his son and with himself while visiting the “Crossing Over with John Edward” gallery.
SEASON INFO:

Cold Lazarus, Jolinar’s Memories/The Devil You Know, Gamekeeper, Tok’ra 1&2, Seth, 2010, Maternal Instinct and Divide And Conquer, In The Line Of Duty and Small Victories.
SPOILERS: Could be any season. Season 4 at the most.
AUTHOR'S NOTES:

Thanks to my beta reader and archiver, Alexandra. I don’t know where I’d be without her help. Thanks, Alex!!!! J
\\// Thought
WARNINGS: Kiddies stay away!!!! J
FEEDBACK: Wanted, but not needed.
Copyright 2001 TIFFANY FLOWERS
Jack O’Neill had been nervous when Sam had approached him, saying that she had acquired tickets to some live TV show in New York City. The plane trip was entirely uneventful, aside from watching Sam sleep on their way there.
Now, as he sat in what was called, “The Gallery”, he began to get even more nervous and his hands were beginning to sweat. He looked around and noticed there were quite a few people sitting around him and Sam.
“Carter,” Jack said, leaning over to whisper into her ear. “What is this place? Why are we here?”
“Sir,” Samantha Carter replied. “I heard that this guy was in tune with….”
“With what, Carter?” Jack asked, raising his right eyebrow in skepticism.
“The dead, Sir,” Sam grinned slightly. “I thought he could get in touch with my mom.”

Suddenly, the lights went down a couple of notches and a man in a casual suit came out. He introduced himself and explained what he did and then started his ‘reading’. He pointed in Sam and Jack’s direction of the audience.
“I’m feeling a male figure over here,” John Edward said. “A young male figure that passed due to a tragic accident.”
Jack bit his lower lip, wondering if this guy could be talking about his son, Charlie, or not. This guy didn’t even know him. Amazing.
“I’m getting a sports connection,” John said. “Like hockey or baseball. Possibly both. Also, I’m getting a feeling of a sense of authority or command.”
Sam looked sideways at Jack, who looked back at her in surprise.
“Who over here has a connection to the military or law enforcement?” John asked.
“I do,” Jack said, then pointed to Sam as well. “She and I both do.”
“I’m getting a younger male, possibly a younger brother or son, coming through,” John repeated. “Has the name Charles or Chuck. A ‘C’ name.”

“I had a son named Charlie.” Jack barely breathed out. Sam noticed pain in both his voice and chocolate brown eyes.
“Okay,” John said, nodding his head at Jack’s answer. “This is for you then. He’s telling me to talk about the day he died. You blame yourself still, correct?”
“Yeah,” Jack said, obviously surprised that this stranger could know this sort of information about him and his son. “I still do.”
“He’s telling me it’s not your fault. He shouldn’t have been playing with your gun. Even after you told him it was dangerous and that guns weren’t toys to be played with. You even took away a toy gun that Jeff Eisen had given him.” John said, making Jack stare at him in complete shock that he’d know this.
John paused, his eyes darting around for a bit and then focused back on Jack once more. Jack was still at a loss for words on how this guy knew all of this.
“It was my service weapon,” Jack explained, his voice catching in his throat. “My ex-wife used to keep it in her nightstand drawer when I’d have to go out of the country.”
“Okay,” John replied. “He’s telling me to tell you that a friend is with him. Someone that used to kick your butt at street hockey.”
The other gallery members laughed at this. Jack grinned.
“Those are the friends’ words.” John told Jack with a grin himself.
“Kawalski.” Jack said with a laugh. Sam smiled at him.
“Your son,” John continued. “Tells me to let you know that everything’s okay and not to blame yourself anymore. He’s making me feel that he’s happy now that you’ve found someone to be close to. And now the feeling of him is gone.”
“Thank you.” Jack said, feeling an enormous weight lift from his shoulders.
“Still in this area,” John said, moving on to the next reading. “Someone’s mother, sister or friend. I’m feeling unresolved issues with two male figures in their family.”

The gallery remained silent, causing John to concentrate even more.  

“I’m feeling an older female figure, Mother figure that passed in a vehicle accident.” John said, making Sam remember her mother’s death.
“This person often moved from place to place with, I think, her husband,” John paused. “She’s telling me to mention chocolate chip cookies and astronomy.”
Sam suddenly gasped, making Jack look at her with concern. She closed her eyes and thought back to the last time she had made cookies. She was taking a batch off of the tin cookie sheet when her father had come into the kitchen with tears running down his face. That’s when Sam, who was about 16, realized her mother wasn’t with him.
“That person’s husband is also military or law enforcement. Some type of authoritive connection.” John said, snapping Sam out of her reverie.
“My mom loved the stars,” Sam said, causing John to look at her. “She also taught me how to make chocolate chip cookies when I was 15.”
“Okay,” John replied. “Your father is in the military still, correct?”
“Yes, he’s a general for the U.S. Air Force.” Sam answered.
“She’s telling me to ask about your brother and father. They fought after your mother died, correct? And your father was recently ill?”

“Yes,” Sam said, her voice trying not to break. “He had cancer. And my brother blamed my father for letting my mom die.”
“He’s better now?” John asked.
“Yes, he is.” Sam answered again.

“Yeah. She’s telling me that his recovery was instantaneous.” John replied.
“Something like that.” Sam told him cautiously.
“Your brother just re-bonded with you and your father, correct?” John asked again, causing Sam to nod her head.
“Your mom wants you to pass a message on to your brother,” John paused. “Her death wasn’t anyone’s fault. She’s also telling me to let you know how proud she is of you.”
After several more readings, John left and then confronted Jack and Sam.
“There were several things they were telling me that they said was secret,” John explained. “So, I rephrased some things so that your secret isn't and wasn't revealed.”
“Thanks,” Jack said, shaking John Edward’s hand. “For a lot.”
Then, Sam and Jack turned and walked away, heading for the outside of the building so that they could head back to the hotel they were staying at.
“That was neat, Carter,” Jack said, putting his left arm over Sam’s shoulders. “Thanks.”
“You’re welcome, Sir.” Sam said, putting her arm around his waist. John noticed this before they exited the stage door and grinned.
\\ Yes, Charlie, // John thought in his head to Jack’s son. \\ They do look happy together. //
TWO DAYS LATER
Once they had gotten back to Cheyenne Mountain, Sam and Jack fell back into their normal routine of Colonel Jack O’Neill and Major Samantha Carter once again.
Sam was working in her lab, when she got a sudden chill through her body, even though it was extremely warm in her lab. She was looking around, when she felt the presence of someone in her lab, but she didn’t see Teal’c anywhere nearby. Sam had the ability to sense Teal’c’s symbiot Goa’uld larvae thanks to Jolinar of Malk-Shur.
\\ Odd. // She thought.
Just as she was about to get back to work, O’Neill made his arrival known to her.

“Whatch ya doin’?” He asked, laying his chin on her right shoulder, making her flash the same big, bright smile that she had smiled when he popped his face under her magnifying glass after the Replicator incident. He loved that smile that she, for some reason, reserved only for him.
“Just working on some simulations, Colonel,” Sam replied. “What about you?”
“Oh,” Jack said. “SG-1’s on stand down until Daniel gets better. Apparently, he pulled a muscle or tendon in his lower back while on his dig on P3H-941.”
“Ouch,” Sam responded. “What about Teal’c?”
“Off visiting Ry’ac in the Land of Light.” Jack said, taking a seat next to his second-in-command.
“Ah,” Sam said. “So what are you going to do for the time being?”
“Well,” Jack said with a grin and staring at Sam. “I thought I’d go find Thor and see if he could send me to Minnesota. So I can fish away a week or so.”
“I see.” Sam responded, trying not to grin or smile but failing miserably.
“You know,” Jack said suddenly. “That invitation is still open. If you’re interested in going with me someday.”

“Sir,” Sam started to argue, but paused. “I’d love to go.”
“What,” Jack said, nearly falling off of the stool he was sitting on, causing Sam to laugh. “Say that again?”
“I’d love to go, Colonel.” Sam said seriously once more.
“SWEET!” Jack shouted, then calmed down again. “Sorry, got carried away for a minute there, didn’t I? So, how soon can you be packed and ready to go?”
“How long will it take you to find Thor?” Sam asked, watching Jack run out of her lab, almost running into Sergeant Siler, who was passing by, as Sam asked her question.
Twenty minutes later, Jack and Sam were teleported to Jack’s cabin by the small lake in Northern Minnesota. The vast beauty of the trees instantly awed Sam, even though Jack hated them, and the serenity of the little get-away he had hidden here.
“So this is the place you kept threatening to take me?” Sam joked, smiling at Jack.
“This would be the place.” Jack responded, taking Sam’s bags to the spare room. He came back a few seconds later and took his bags to his room, which was next to Sam’s room.
“Great scenery.” Sam commented when Jack came back into the room and headed to the kitchen a few feet away from her and the front door.
“That’s why I like it out here,” Jack explained, poking his head into the fridge. “No noise, smog, lights. Nothing. Nothing but Mother Nature.”
“Oma Desala, remember?” Sam said with a grin.

“Mother Nature, Oma Desala. Whatever.” Jack replied, a grin of his own on his face. He handed Sam a beer and headed out to the small dock that was out back. Sam followed and then sat in a chair next to Jack.
“So….” Sam said, trying to figure out what came next.
“So….” Jack whispered in echo. “Now that I have you here, what do I do with ya?”
Sam laughed and looked at him. He was staring at her with an intensity that she’d never really seen before. Except for once. The false memories. The Zatarc retests.
“We can fish,” Sam suggested, trying to get her mind off of the forced admittance from both her and Jack. “Or swim. Whatever.”
“We’ll do that tomorrow,” Jack said, turning his attention to the darkening sky. “We can star gaze if you want to.”
“Sounds like fun,” Sam said, heading for the cabin. “Let me get a blanket and my sweat jacket.”
“Okay,” Jack said over his shoulder. “Bring my jacket too, will ya?”
“Sure.” Sam said, disappearing into the slightly lit cabin. She emerged a minute later with his green jacket in one hand, a large blanket in the other and her heather grey sweat jacket over her tank top.
Jack stood up and took the blanket, spreading it out on the grass. He then took his jacket and made a long pillow with it.
As the sky got darker, they saw how bright the stars were. The air temperature was also falling; a chilled breeze blowing off of the pond.
While they stargazed, Sam and Jack talked about their readings from Crossing Over. Jack told Sam that he had had the odd feeling of feeling Charlie being in the room. Sam told him that she too had felt the presence of her mother in her lab before he had come to her lab to invite her to Minnesota.
After a while, Sam snuggled closer to Jack for warmth, but soon found herself closer than was appropriate for two Air Force officers. As she tried to pull away, Jack’s left arm was around her waist, holding her there close to his side. She didn’t know what to say to him about this new situation.
Jack looked at her and smiled. She smiled back, her left hand finding its way to his right cheek. Her thumb rested on his lips, then lightly traced them.
Jack rolled onto his side, causing Sam to lay on her back, while his right arm was propped on its elbow and his hand under his head. Jack’s left hand found her face and he leaned down, kissing her lips tenderly and without regrets.
Sam wrapped her arms around Jack’s neck, causing him to lay over her. Sam then pulled his shirt out of  his pants hem and over his head, breaking the kiss briefly.
Jack also removed Sam’s shirt and the sports bra she wore with it. He then turned his attention  back to the blonde beauty in front of him. He leaned down, trailing kisses down her neck to her breasts, taking one at a time into his mouth. His tongue tracing the nipple of each one. This caused Sam to gasp at the sudden sensation assaulting her body and all of her senses in more ways than one.
Jack made his way down further and removed her jean shorts, then he removed his khakis and boxers and then returned to his task of arousing his new lover. He was going to have to get her to come to Minnesota more often if this was the reward of his hard work and rejections along the way.
He trailed kisses from her stomach to the apex of her thighs, and then began to run his tongue over her clitoris, causing her to buck her hips upward slightly, bringing her close to her edge of pleasure.
“Jack,” Sam sighed. “Please.”
Jack made his way back up to her lips and began to kiss her, while gently entering her moist core so that he wouldn’t hurt her. He began to gently thrust into her, picking up speed as he continued to thumb her clitoris. Sam dug her nails into the flesh of  his bare back as she felt release coming close.
Jack pulled back and slowly entered her again, making Sam groan with frustration. Jack looked into her hazy, passion filled blue eyes with his own glazed, brown eyes. He could see the years of sexual tension between them finally melt with each thrust of his own hips. Sam placed her hands on Jack’s ass and wrapped her legs around his waist, causing him to penetrate deeper into her core. As he slowly entered again, he could hear her moan with pleasure.
Jack decided that enough was enough and built up his speed to the point that he couldn’t stop even if he wanted to, which he didn’t, mind you. Sam leaned her head back and he bent his head to kiss and nip at her neck’s flesh. As Sam came, she arched her back and screamed Jack’s name. Jack followed suit a fraction of a second later, when Sam tightened around him, moaning Sam’s name in return.
Sated and fulfilled, Sam and Jack covered up with the blanket, using the grass under them as a mattress. Jack held Sam close to him, lightly running the fingers of his left hand over her bare shoulder. Sam, meanwhile, was tracing Stargate glyphs on his finely haired chest. He grinned when he felt the symbol for Earth. He knew that Sam could draw that symbol perfectly without the assistance of rulers or compasses.
Sam sighed and turned onto her back so that she could look at the blackened blanket above them. The only light they had was from the pinpricks of starlight. Jack knew that if they were caught, they’d have a lot of explaining to do. But for some reason, he really didn’t give a damn. He was with the one person that he wanted to spend his life with.
Jack didn’t say anything as he shifted once again, to kiss Sam passionately and thoroughly. Once again, he began to lightly tickle Sam’s clitoris, arousing her once more, causing her to start a rhythm against his finger. Jack felt a surge hit him in the groin and felt his erection harden once more as well.

Jack pulled himself over Sam and gently entered her again, when he felt her hands on his hips, urging him to continue. Jack couldn’t deny his second-in-command’s request and allowed himself to take her again. Sam felt Jack take her hands and pin them over her head, fingers entwined. Jack looked into Sam’s eyes and began to thrust into her, filling her with his enlarged organ. Sam moaned in pleasure, her eyes closing so that she could engrave the feeling into her memory.
Both were too distracted by making love to each other, that they didn’t see the thousands upon thousands of meteorites falling through the sky, forming streaks of starlight like those they saw in the wormhole of the Stargate.
THE END