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21 February 2006 @ 10:53 pm
Ficlet: Unity (part B) Sam/Martouf  
freshlycherry wibbled for more, so I did. And it's not part of the challenge officially so I can make it as long as I want. (so there!) Also completely off the cuff, written directly into lj. So, y'know, be prepared for greatness. ;)

I put the drabble in again at the beginning, because I can't be bothered to go find the link.


The za'tarc programming activated when he realized they knew. There was yelling, fighting, gun-fire -- she watched in terror as Teal'c tackled him, stopping his suicide attempt.

In the infirmary, Martouf was unresponsive for days. "Help him, Lantash," she pleaded desperately. "I can't lose you both. Come back to me."

Finally he opened his eyes. "Sam?"

She brushed her cheek against his hand. "I didn't know… not until I thought you were dying. Don't leave me."

"Never," Martouf answered. His fingers brushed her lips, trembling.

She touched her lips to his, needing more.

They couldn't stop kissing until Janet entered.

* * *

Janet's scandalized, yet amused voice penetrated Sam's mind like a shot. "Samantha Carter! What are you doing to my patient?"

Sam lifted her head, but not very far, since Martouf's hand was on the back of her neck. She grinned at Janet, and she didn't move her hand from his chest. "Nothing."

Janet put her hands on her hips, surveying them both. "Good. I'd hate to think you learned CPR that badly." Then she smiled, her expression softening. "Carry on with your nothing, then. Doctor's orders." She pulled the door closed behind her on the way out.

Sam looked down at Martouf, whose hand was now gently stroking the soft hair at the nape of her neck.

He blinked up at her innocently. "I believe your chief medical officer outranks you in medical matters, isn't this correct?"

She smiled impishly. "Yes. Janet's a good friend and she gives good advice." She moved her hand on his skin, an instinctive motion from Jolinar, and he gasped.


"I have my orders. You be still and let me carry them out."

His groan was wordless but eloquent, and she laughed in delight as she let her hands and her mouth answer him.

I have the "intimacy" prompt still to go, so perhaps I'll reach an R rating eventually, hm?

Oh, you just know this thing is going to blossom into a full out story, don't you? Drabbles drive me nuts. I do them as a challenge, but there's so much more smut story there to tell.