#samantha carter x jack o’neill

[brigitoshaughnessy]

Stargate SG-1 Spirits > S2.13

First of all, in case you're keeping track, this is the last time we hear "Sam" from the Colonel for quite a while... maybe ever? Don't ask how or why I know these things. Just go read my pinned fanfic if you're really into this sort of obsessive Sam/Jack (SamJack, Car'Neill, O'Carter, JamSack, SpaceJam, etc.) observation.

Second, this is probably one of my least favorite episodes. I've read that this script was actually re-worked due to RDA filming availability conflict so it comes across weird with having Amanda delivering lines that were written for him, but that's not why I dislike it. Minor rant incoming. I fully agree with the message of this episode, however, the delivery is so very, very, very ON. THE. NOSE. I really enjoy subtlety when I'm being preached to. A GOOD example of this sort of thing is "The Other Side" and the If you could kill baby Hitler, would you do it? dilemma.

Third, vagina faced aliens in quicksilver robes.

Fourth, Jack & Daniel being Jack & Daniel. Jack to Daniel with finger on the trigger: "How do I know you're really you?" Daniel: "Because..." Jack: "Yeah, okay."

[unapologeticbrainstormer]

I missed a Sam/Jack hug!!!

Look!! In SG1 2X01, after they both hug Daniel and everyone's happy, and SUDDENLY:

Look!!

Ok, I get that it's probably just the actors celebrating the new season, but a girl can dream right? Right???

I'm so happy I found this 😭

[beckysbook5]

What’s your favourite fandom with a scene that features only one word, but still manages to break you… I’ll go first

[justplainmels]

“I spent half my time loving her and the other half hiding how much I loved her.” — The Seven Husbands Of Evelyn Hugo, Taylor Jenkins Reid

[ghostlyfanparadise]

[sports-and-fandoms]

Daniel Jackson is a Sam x Jack shipper.

S4ep5

Jack: “she made a pass at me”

Daniel: “Sam?”

Jack: “Anise. Freya. One of ‘em.”

Daniel:

He went from a man gooped and gagged at his ship FINALLY becoming canon

To “Wait, what? *visible confusion* Ew.”

To “So you’re telling me people OTHER than Sam find him hot????”

PLEASE. HE LITERALLY SAID “hm, that’s odd.” Right after. Danieljackson.exe has stopped working

BABY BOY LOOKS BAMBOOZLED.

I am dead. He’s so 😭😭

[t-rina]

🌼

I’m curious 👀

OMG STARGATE x X FILES AU?????

FEATURING TWO VERSIONS OF SAM X JACK (early sg1 and sga era) AND SCULLY? PLEASE???

Ok i know this is a star trek blog (but my main is @stargatelov3r and my x files is @scullys-baggy-suits ) but pinterest doesn’t distinguish between fandoms so here we go!

Highkey love how this turned out

[scifigirl]

first chapter of an AU I've been sitting on for a while; I like it but I don't want to publish til it's complete; but also I want comments on the concept 🤡

(SG-1, S/J/D/T)

Nights like this, Jack thought: one more minute here and I'll go crazy. He closed his eyes. Each time, the eyelids having freed themselves of their own accord, the ceiling reappeared. Shouldn't have had that coffee at dinner. Felt almost like it hurt to relax. An ache. Not the usual kind.

Jack picked up his watch off the floor and squinted. 0230. Shit.

In the early days they learned Mountain Time wasn't an option. Unsettling to read 3 a.m. on your watch while you ate lunch in the sun. Local days were a grueling 27 hours. Every morning they pushed back the 24-hour clocks three hours. Jack had no idea what day it was back home. April-something, last time he checked. There were penpushers in the citadel keeping track of all that.

Sam slept on her stomach, facing the wall. He kissed her shoulder and tried not to grunt as he got up. Him and the straw bed weren't on good terms.

The house was quiet and full of moonlight. Someone had left open the shutter on the front window. He went to Daniel's room and pushed aside the curtain. He watched for the rise and fall of his breath before going out to the front porch.

A silver night. The Big Moon rose high in the north; the Small One on the eastern horizon. There was a third, even smaller moon up there, so said Sam, but the naked eye could not tell it apart from the stars and planets. A whole new sky to learn.

Downhill, in and around the citadel, fire lit more than a few windows. Night owls, workaholics, and anyone like Jack who had squandered their commissary allowance on the fresh coffee.

A cool breeze blew up from the river and rustled the leaves. The far-off silhouette of a sentry crossed the ramparts of the inner citadel. More, unseen, patrolled the outworks. Their station wasn't really to guard or protect. If the Goa'uld discovered this humble hideout, everyone would be blown to dust before you could say duck-and-cover. Plan A was to run. Guards were only there to sound the retreat.

On moonless nights the Milky Way came out in full show: a hundred times more brilliant than he'd ever seen it back home. It made him resent this place. He tried to remember the house in Colorado Springs; and the Minnesota cabin; but the only memory that came was the cold odor of the SGC. Cement walls. Earthy and empty. Like a cave. Like a 500-feet-deep coffin. Cheyenne always was more like home than anywhere else he laid his head. Both moons could not soften the stars bright and uncountable: so close together, like fine dust across the sky, practically one on top of the other—an illusion, a distortion of distance. The stars were just as far away from each other as they were from him.

The sun—Earth's sun—was one of them. Over the southern mountains. Sam had figured it out with some sciencey witchcraft and pointed it out one night. "The little blue marble." It was faint, nearly invisible, but it was there. Somewhere. Far away.

A trick Jack used when things got bad: he shut his eyes and imagined he didn't exist. Survival training. Before Iraq. It was supposed to help resist interrogation. He used it after Charlie. He imagined his existence vanishing. No past. No present. Bodyless, thoughtless. No day or night. No decisions to make.

He pressed his head to the porch column. Charlie. Sarah. SGC, Cheyenne, the Earth itself. Dust in the wind. Sand through his fingers. Next would be Sam, Daniel, Teal'c; this shabby mudbrick house they'd fixed up; their paltry luxuries within.

Two weeks that Teal'c was offworld now. He volunteered in front of everybody, like an asshole, so Jack couldn't respond, "No, let me send somebody expendable." Before the team left, Jack prepared himself to see Teal'c return in a bodybag.

Dammit. He knocked his forehead against the column. Bash the thoughts away, bash his few remaining brain cells—something scraped the roof and fell and shattered on the hard ground in front of him. A roof tile. Jack let go a long sigh.

At the other end of the house a window shutter creaked. "Jack?" Sam whispered.

"Yeah, it's me," he answered.

The shadow of her head leaned out the window. "What was that?"

"'Nother tile came off the roof."

She sighed. They were all light sleepers nowadays. "All right. Well, come back to bed. What are you doing out there?"

"Couldn't sleep."

"It's that coffee you had at dinner."

"I know."

The front door opened; Daniel appeared; he saw Sam at the window. "Did you guys hear that? Sounded like broken glass."

Jack bent over to pick up the pieces of tile. "Roof again," he said.

"Oh. Were you out here already?"

"He can't sleep," said Sam.

"I told you not to have that coffee," Daniel said. "It's worse after so long without caffeine—"

"Yeah, yeah. I get it."

Daniel yawned and said, "All right. I'm going back to bed," and he disappeared back into the dark house, the left door open.

"I'll be in, in a minute," Jack said to Sam. She yawned, made contagious by Daniel. The shutters closed and latched.

Jack stacked the shards beside the front door. Another patch job to add to the list. Every last bit of scrap had a use nowadays. Out here, no defense contractors filling orders. They wasted not.

Jack went inside. The stars remained.

[brigitoshaughnessy]

760 words of delicious brain rot, brought to you by Missouri Summers and my empty water bottle.

[ryriena]

1. Stargate SG1 hands down

2 Next generation although OTS is still my most favorite

3.) Samatha Carter

4.) Spock hands down is my favorite trek character

5.) Jack O’Neil x Samantha Carter,

Mckay x Shepard basically it’s spirk in the Stargate universe lol

6.) Spirk, Uhura x Spock,

If you have watched both StarGATE and Star Trek please tell me the following in the tags (it’s for science):

Favorite Stargate series

Favorite Star Trek series

Favorite Stargate character

Favorite Star Trek character

Favorite Stargate ship (as in relationship)

Favorite Star Trek ship

[carothepoet]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Stargate SG-1 Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Samantha "Sam" Carter/Jack O'Neill Characters: Jack O'Neill, Samantha "Sam" Carter, Cassandra Fraiser, Janet Fraiser (Stargate) Additional Tags: Grief/Mourning, Trauma, Angst, but also some humor thrown in because I'm not a sadist, UST, Friendship Summary:

If he’s being honest, it feels sacrilege to stand there and laugh and drink champagne and pretend all is right with the world when it most definitely isn’t, on either a personal or a galactic scale.

[juuls]

Could you imagine Stargate’s Jack O’Neill and Samantha Carter meeting up (and, let’s face it, sizing up) with The X-Files’ Fox Mulder and Dana Scully?? I mean!!?

Throw in Stargate Atlantis’ Rodney McKay and John Sheppard and you either have a two-galaxy-spanning WWIII within days or the beginnings of world peace being scientifically broken down.

I can just picture ridiculous hijinks if Mulder ever got into Cheyenne Mountain or the Antarctic base, with O’Neill just barely a step ahead of him, throwing, like, drape cloths over the Stargate and getting Marines to pile boxes in front of it. Sam and Dana and Sheppard just sipping tea as they watch thr hilarity from the gate room. McKay trying not to get cornered by Mulder, Sam definitely not on his side, and Dana occasionally helping Mulder trap the wiley, wayward Canadian genius. So many possibilities.

The Atlantic chair lighting up when Mulder sits in it and everyone’s faces immediately draining of all colour.

The governments of the world seriously considering sending Mulder out to some remote planet with no instructions on how to dial home with the DHD…

Hehehehe.

What do you think the likeliest (or most funny) reactions would be?

[aw-eather]

Just rewatched 200, jfc the whole time Sam and Jack are together it’s SO OBVIOUS THEYRE TOGETHER

[daincrediblegg]

Listen I ship sam and jack as much as the next guy really I do but also I really wanna kiss colonel himbo and captain space cadet myself and I see no reason why I can’t have my cake and eat it too

[eqxillibrium]

The gate flashing in the WoO kiss is even more annoying than Pete.

[stargatelov3r]

The first

Fucking

Thing

Jack does as Brigadier General

Is promoting Sam.