Beverly Allotabooty sashayed her fine self into the Commissary
searching for her prey. New to the SGC, having been transferred less
than a month ago, she had nonetheless; decided that one beefy and oh so
very fine member of this woman's Air Force would soon be hers.
She'd first seen him coming through the event horizon, carrying
another member of his team who'd been wounded. As a member of the SF
contingent of the base and a munitions expert, she had been on guard
duty when the SGC's elite team SG-1 had arrived back unexpectedly.
He had moved with a deliberate and steady grace as he burst
through the shimmering circle. Tall and sturdily built, he was clearly a
force to be reckoned with. And yet, he cradled his teammate with such
care and underlying gentleness, it had taken her breath away. Add to
that his impressive mass of muscles, gleaming ebony skin, rich full lips
and nicely rounded six, and you had this woman's idea of heaven!
Hearing him speak, she found she was even more intrigued; his
voice carried a soft hint of strange accent and cadence.
Due to the lighting and effects of the wormhole, she had at first
failed to notice the golden device affixed to his forehead. Yet,
something about it, odd as it was, added to his appeal.
Unable to take her eyes off the man, she failed to heed the order
to stand down, an oversight which drew the attention of the tall and
equally impressive Colonel to her current state. Catching her eye, he
winked as he moved past her causing her to grace him with a smile
despite her embarrassment. Although he had a reputation as a real hard
ass, she suspected that she'd found an ally; one who might just assist
her in her newly forming plan to meet the impressive man who had so
recently entranced her.
However, she had a great deal of intel to gather before she could
begin her campaign to conquer the mountain of man she now realized was
the legendary Teal'c.
For his part, Colonel Jack O'Neill, although he had been amused
by the keen interest the pretty new SF was showing in his buddy Teal'c,
quickly forgot the incident; at least until the next time he'd chanced
to see the Airman in question as she entered the commissary. The way she
surreptitiously checked every nook and cranny of the room, he had an
idea she was on the prowl. After he'd caught her concentrating on the
big T' man back in the Gate Room, he figured she was looking to score
with the elusive Jaffa. He'd been on the receiving end of more than one
woman's attentions himself.
'Well good for her, Teal'c could use some company. He seems to
have lost his mojo lately; he is spending way too much time in solitary
pursuits.' O'Neill mused leaning back to sip his cup of coffee.
Catching sight of the Colonel, Beverly decided that now was as
good a time as any to approach him. She'd carefully asked around over
the past couple of weeks and come to the conclusion that O'Neill was
someone she'd like to know, despite the affectionate label he'd earned
as an enigma. Further, she'd determined that he just might be her most
direct route in her quest to get close to Teal'c. Grabbing her own cup
of java, she started over to his table, deliberately catching his
Jack, although he generally preferred a certain blonde, readily
enjoyed the view as the raven-haired woman deliberately cut a path
through the crowded room towards him. She was tall, about five feet
eleven, athletically muscled and as his old gang used to say, stacked.
Her skin was a rich coffee brown. Large, slightly slanted, chocolate
eyes, liberally surrounded by thick black lashes, blended nicely with
her high cheekbones, hinting at Cherokee heritage. As she drew closer
and smiled, he noted a small dimple in one cheek offset by a set of full
pouting lips. All things considered, she was just what the T' man needed
to get his mojo back.
"Colonel O'Neill, Sir, I'm Captain Allotabooty, Beverly
Allotabooty. Might I join you, Sir?" she asked politely.
Jack almost choked on the sip of coffee he'd just taken when she
laid her moniker on him.
'Allotabooty, good lord!' When he'd first taken a cursory glance
at the new duty roster, he'd thought his old pal Sal had added the name
as a joke. Well it looked like the joke was on him; now he'd heard them
all! 'Wonder how she ever made it through the inevitable schoolyard
razzing over that handle?'
Indicating that she should take the seat across from him at the
table, Jack, hoping his little choking spell had escaped her notice,
replied with equal politeness. "Take a seat Captain. I could use a bit
"I learned early how to throw a mean punch, Sir." Beverly told
him in a conspirator's whisper.
Obviously, she'd noticed his little mishap and had discerned its
cause; that she handled it with such aplomb was a point in her
"Good for you!" Jack told her with a companionable grin.
After so many years of military service, he'd learned to trust
his first impressions of people; that the lady was extremely
self-possessed and outgoing was abundantly clear. Finding he liked her
straightforward approach, Jack addressed her in like manner.
"I've got a feeling you are interested in more than just a coffee
companion. What can I do for you?"
Returning his grin, she got right down to business.
"I like your style, Sir. Scuttlebutt is, Teal'c is more than just
one of your team. He is your friend. I'd like some intel on him."
"Intel?" Jack echoed innocently.
"Is he attached?" Beverly's face reflected her frank curiosity.
"Attached?" Jack repeated his eyebrows climbing toward his
"Attached, involved, spoken for..." she persisted.
"I get the picture," Jack stopped her with a small laugh. 'Ah
humor!' Another point in the Captain's favor.'
O'Neill's expression sobered. "No, he is a widower."
Frowning, she thought that tidbit over for a minute, and then
continued her line of questioning. "How long, Sir, and is he available
"Long enough." Pausing for effect, O'Neill gauged her reaction.
When she continued to eye him expectantly, he continued. "So you
are interested in Teal'c?"
"I believe I've made that very clear, Sir." She answered with
irony, still managing to maintain a tone of polite respect.
The Colonel's eyes narrowed in quiet speculation.
Swallowing, Beverly took the final plunge. "So at the risk of
sounding pushy and out-of-line Colonel, I was wondering if you could
help me get to know him?"
"To quote a friend, 'Indeed,'" Jack replied with an ironic grin.
"Look Captain, I'm no matchmaker."
No, he certainly could not be accused of a history of meddling in
the hearts and flowers area. Granted, he had been known to participate
in intrigues of every sort. Unfortunately it had been quite a while
since he'd had the pleasure of engaging in anything even remotely
clandestine; he found he had a sudden urge to rectify that situation.
"However, I happen to know that a certain solitary Jaffa is
currently working up a sweat in the gym. Maybe he'd appreciate a
sparring partner. That is if you are up for it?"
"Sir, yes Sir!" Grinning widely, Beverly jumped to her feet
offering him a smart salute. "Thank you, Sir!"
Jack smothered a grin and returned the salute.
Daniel, having just come in to meet Jack for coffee, watched him
as he avidly watched the unknown Captain leave. Intrigued, he grabbed a
cup of the rich brew he so loved and joined Jack at his table.
"So, Jack, who is the new SF?"
"Who?" Looking up into Daniel's curious face, Jack assumed the
vacuous expression he'd perfected long ago.
"The SF who just left. The one with the nice... you know? Who is
she?" Daniel repeated raising his brows.
Never one to pass up the chance to torment Danny, Jack responded
with equal innocence. "Nice what, Daniel?"
"Oh come on, Jack! I saw you checking out her... ample
"Huh?" Jack responded blankly.
"Jack!" Daniel barked with chagrin.
"What?" Jack replied with mock confusion.
Daniel was becoming frustrated. "You are not going to tell me are
"Tell you what, Danny?"
"Who she is!" he hissed.
"Oh! Never mind!" Muttering Daniel turned on his heel and stalked
"What did I say?" Jack called after him, veiling his amusement.
Danny was just too easy!
Beverly found the object of her newfound affections off to one
side of the main gym pummeling the speed bag. Taking a moment to collect
her thoughts she admired his firm glistening body, clad in tight shorts
and a clinging, slightly moist, blue tank top. Now that she had him in
her sights, she was a bit hesitant. 'What is the best way to approach
him,' she wondered? Would he, like his friend the Colonel, appreciate
her straightforward attitude? Or, was he more the type to prefer a
Teal'c felt the presence of another behind him. While there was
little chance of a threat to his person here in the bowels of the SGC,
it would be imprudent of him to dismiss such a possibility. He had spent
much of his long lifetime poised to repel any predator, ready to spring
Beverly noticed the subtle tensing of his shoulders and guessed
that he, an able warrior, had sensed her presence.
Clearing her throat, she thought to forestall any unfortunate
moves on his part with a soft word. "Excuse me, Sir?"
Turning toward the smoky voice Teal'c took in the attractive
female. Raising a lone and clearly expressive eyebrow, he cocked his
head in inquiry.
"Colonel O'Neill suggested that you might indulge me in a
sparring contest." Beverly found that her heart was racing as she waited
for his reply.
If he was shocked, his sober expression did not betray him.
Taking a moment to think her offer over, Teal'c pondered O'Neill's
motivation. Perhaps he had found the woman in need of a lesson in
humility. After all, despite her apparent athletic build, she was
clearly not his equal in strength. Still, his recent encounter with the
female Jaffa, O'Neill referred to as Amazons, had adjusted his
perception regarding gender equality.
"Indeed," Teal'c stated with a hint of a smile.
Beverly was quite familiar with the usual male prejudices
regarding gender, and despite the fact he was from another world; she
suspected Teal'c's opinions were no different. Smiling crookedly, she
realized she would enjoy adjusting his thinking.
"Indeed." She echoed. "Perhaps admitting a mere female could
provide a challenge is threatening in some way?" She taunted him.
Teal'c found her bravado intriguing and admittedly attractive.
Weak women bored him. He had been raised to seek only the most fit and
gifted women as suitable companions. Granted, amongst his people, female
warriors were rare. However, serving with the women of the Tau'ri had
taught him they could be both cunning and formidable.
"I would be most honored, Captain." He acquiesced with a small
bow. "You are referring to the sport of boxing?"
"Yes, please call me Beverly. As you already have your gloves on
and are clearly warmed up, I was wondering if you'd allow me a few
minutes to prepare?"
"Of course. I will allow you ten minutes. Shall I seek
"Oh that would be great! Grab me a Gatorade if you will please
T'?" She called softly over her shoulder as she fired-up the
Teal'c finding her familiarity amusing, nodded briefly. Then he
set off to procure the fluids.
Making his way to the commissary, he caught sight of O'Neill
reading a stack of reports at a back table. Walking over to his friend's
side, he waited silently for him to acknowledge his presence.
Jack felt the big guy's approach. Confirming by way of his
excellent peripheral vision that Teal'c was indeed standing patiently at
his side, Jack wondered if he had made a mistake in sending the Captain
"Hey T' what's shaking?" He asked benignly.
"Nothing is shaking O'Neill. However, I would like to ascertain
if there was a specific reason why you would wish me to engage the new
Captain in a sparring match?"
Affecting an air of innocence, Jack responded mildly. "So,
Beverly found you, eh? I just thought it would be fun, Teal'c."
"I see," Teal'c said flatly.
Actually, Teal'c was still a bit puzzled. Despite their many
years of service and friendship, O'Neill was, on occasion most difficult
Searching the big guy's expression for any hint as to his
thoughts, Jack realized that Teal'c's failure to use the Captain's full
name indicated he was still in the dark about its entirety; and it's
significance. As a good buddy it was up to him to enlighten the T' man.
"What do you think of her name?" Jack asked wryly.
Noting T's use of a puzzled eyebrow, Jack stated her name seeking
to add just the right amount of emphasis to get his point across.
"Her name T'? Captain Beverly Allotabooty," he enunciated
"It has a most musical quality," Teal'c stated approvingly.
"O.K. So I guess I'll have to explain." Jack began mildly
surprised that after seven years of exposure to Jack O'Neill's use of
slang Teal'c hadn't picked up on that particular reference. "See T', the
word booty is slang for one's six."
"Indeed?" Teal'c responded still obviously failing to grasp the
Jack, still unsure if Teal'c was just playing with him or had
truly failed to understand, elaborated. "Her last name when you break it
down... A... lotta... booty... You see where this is going right?" Jack asked
with a naughty smirk.
"I do not, O'Neill. If you will excuse me, the Captain should be
prepared for me now," he denied with dignity.
Turning abruptly on his heel, Teal'c stalked out; leaving a
stunned Jack to wonder if he'd somehow given offense or if the big guy
was being deliberately obtuse. 'Wait a minute! Did he just say prepared
Teal'c, far from being offended, was instead enlightened. O'Neill
in the role of matchmaker was something he'd never envisioned. Yet, it
warmed his heart. That his usually taciturn friend had guessed he was
lonely did not embarrass him. Indeed not, it pleased him. It was most
kind of O'Neill to seek out a suitable companion for him. On Chulak,
one's closest friends often procured one a woman to warm the cold
nights. Indeed, he was gratified. It would seem O'Neill had found him a
woman of stalwart merit. Now it was up to him to win her.
Beverly had spent the last ten minutes alternating between the
treadmill and shadow boxing, warming her muscles and preparing her
strategy. Teal'c was a big and powerful adversary, a fact she intended
to use against him. She'd taken down more than her share of cocky men in
her days in the military; it had become a matter of routine.
Yet, somehow she instinctively understood that unlike many of the
men she'd bested. Teal'c would respect her more if she did her absolute
best to beat him.
Lost in concentration, she at first failed to notice his quiet
approach, giving him time to admire her as she limbered up. O'Neill had
not erred; earning the affections of a woman possessing such adroit
beauty would make any Jaffa proud. Moving forward into her line of
sight, Teal'c silently offered her the Gatorade he'd procured for
Beverly removed a glove and gratefully took the drink from his
outstretched hand, allowing her fingers to caress his.
"Thank you," she whispered huskily, giving him a slow, sensual
"You are most welcome, Captain Allotabooty." Teal'c intoned
"Oh, so you do know my name. I thought,..." she replied, her eyes
flaring with speculation.
"O'Neill sends his regards. I chanced to meet him in the
Mildly deflated to learn that he hadn't known her name before
this, and trying to guess at his reaction, Beverly was unable to
determine a thing from his brief explanation or his blank expression.
Refusing to allow her disappointment to show or deter her resolve, she
maintained her smile and nodded.
"Are you ready to let a mere woman whip your fanny. Teal'c?" She
"You wish to punish me, Captain?" he inquired mildly, head cocked
to one side.
Laughing with delight, she hoped he was flirting with her.
"Please call me Beverly. As you are well aware I was referring to
our boxing match."
"I was under the impression this was to be a practice session,
not a contest," Teal'c corrected.
"Are you always so literal?" she asked mildly chagrined.
"Language can be most confusing. I have found it is best to be
succinct," he told her with dignity.
"I meant no offense, Teal'c. Very well, shall we spar?" Beverly
responded with sincerity.
"I would be most honored," he acquiesced donning his gloves.
Teal'c allowed her to dance around him for a time, repelling her
blows in a defensive manner in order to gauge her expertise. Impressed,
he determined she was more than capable of repelling his blows as well,
finally engaging her in earnest.
Although she was confident he'd provide her with a good workout,
Beverly held back at first and waited for Teal'c to set the
Understanding that as a macho male he too would hold back until
he was satisfied that she was, in truth, fully up to the challenge; and
he wouldn't hurt her.
Exchanging a blow or two and determining he was truly
unsuspecting, she used her agile and almost dance-like style to tire
him. He was good, very good, but she finally succeeded and landed him a
good one, knocking the big fellow to the mat.
Stunned and surprised at first, the former First Prime sat on the
mat looking up into her triumphantly glowing face. Realizing she was
looking forward to him leaping up and continuing their mock battle with
relish, Teal'c felt something he'd not felt in quite awhile. While he'd
lusted after many women, few had engaged his heart. This woman had a
warrior's soul and it touched him deeply. Leaping once again to his
feet, he gave her the satisfaction of not holding back.
Beverly, having finally found a man who respected her prowess
enough to engage her in a real contest, released her last vestiges of
And the two joyful warriors of equal spirit danced on.
Samantha Carter had spent the past several weeks on restricted
duty. She'd taken a hit on their last mission. While the wound was not
serious, it did require a brief stay in the infirmary; she had lost a
great deal of blood, prompting their new Chief Medical Officer, as well
as her concerned team to worry.
Unbeknownst to her, Colonel O'Neill had pulled the new Doctor
aside and insisted she be on light duty until she had fully healed. He'd
noticed she was tired lately; they all were. Thus, he felt a bit of a
breather was in order. And although he'd never admit it, her rotten luck
over the past month had terrified him. He'd already lost her affections
to her new boyfriend; he wasn't about to lose her in truth.
Oddly, she'd been spending more time at the base now, while on
restricted duty, than she had since she'd first dropped the new guy
bombshell. Yet, Jack had deliberately avoided hanging around her lab,
still needing time to come to grips with what he perceived as her
Amused and delighted, Sam heard the distinct sound of the Colonel
whistling just outside her lab. She had missed his humor. What was it he
was whistling anyway? Listening closely, she was stunned!
No! It couldn't be! Not Colonel 'I love opera' O'Neill! It
sounded like he was whistling the 'Matchmaker' from the play, 'Fiddler
on the Roof!' Rising swiftly, she made her way to the door.
Spinning around, his head cocked to one side. He responded
"Were you just whistling the 'Matchmaker,' Sir?" She asked him
with a grin.
"Matchmaker, Carter?" He echoed feigning incredulity.
"Yes Sir, from Fiddler on the Roof. You know Matchmaker,
Matchmaker, make me a match..." She sang lightly.
The Colonel offered a puzzled look and squinted a speculative eye
her way, "Carter, you alright?"
"Yes Sir, fine Sir."
"Maybe you need more time off. I mean, you did take a good hit,
lost a lot of blood..." his eyebrows rose in mock concern.
"Really Sir, I'm just peachy," she said, deflated. The man really
did know how to manipulate a situation to his advantage.
"Good. Now if there is nothing else on your mind, I need to get
to my office; I have a ton of paperwork to push around, which I'm
anticipating will so brighten my day." Glancing with ill-conceived
contempt at the file folders he held, Jack turned to move
"No, Sir. Happy paper pushing, Sir," Sam called softly, puzzled.
'Now what was that all about?'
Gad! That had been a close one! Congratulating himself on his
successful venture into the intriguing and oh so titillating world of
romance, O'Neill had forgotten for a moment that Carter's lab was on
this corridor. Just his luck, she'd heard him whistling.
Well, spilt milk. He was proud of himself.
He'd just come from peeking stealthily into the gym, where the
two newly acquainted warriors, and one could safely assume soon to be
lovers, were still engaged in their own form of foreplay.
Whistling once more, he moved forward preparing to engage in
another form of battle: this one with much hated paperwork.
Beverly engrossed in her joy of athletic competition and her
increasing attraction to Teal'c had lost track of the time. It had been
months, if ever, since she'd had a sparring partner of such expertise.
Her elation had evidently given her additional stamina, because when she
chanced to glance at the clock on the wall of the gym she noted they'd
been at it for over an hour!
She felt great! The endorphins flowing through her body
preventing her from feeling fatigued. In fact, she felt as if they only
been at it a short time. Unfortunately, she also knew it was time to
throw in the towel; she had a class in less than forty minutes.
"Guess we'd better call it a day, Teal'c. I've got a munitions
class to teach at eleven-hundred," Beverly gasped, breathing heavily
from the exertion.
"As you wish, Captain," Teal'c replied barely winded. Admiring
her glistening skin and the way her eyes sparkled, Teal'c put forth a
proposal. "Perhaps tomorrow, we may once again engage in competition?"
'Yes Beverly, he is circling the bait. If you want to reel him
in, you've got to hook him!' she crowed silently, using an old
"Oh I am sorry, I'm afraid I cannot. I promised a friend of mine
I'd help her with a project," she told him careful to add a hint of
"I see," Teal'c replied flatly. He had hoped she would wish to
spend more time in his company.
It was difficult to be sure, his expression was detached, but
Beverly thought, well she hoped that he was disappointed. Taking a
tissue from a nearby dispenser, she mopped her moist cleavage drawing
his attentions to the ample mounds beneath her clinging shirt.
Watching her unassuming movements Teal'c's mouth had gone
suddenly dry. His pulse quickened, as it had not done while they
"We should complete the project by evening. We could get together
for some dinner off the base if you'd like?" Beverly proposed feigning
preoccupation with her bottle of Gatorade to veil the fact that she was
anxious for him to say yes.
Teal'c readily accepted. It had been sometime since he'd been
away from the confines of the SGC or had occasion to dine with anyone
other than the members of his team.
"I would be most honored, Captain," he told her formally.
"Oh great. Please Teal'c, won't you call me Beverly or Bev?" She
asked smiling invitingly.
"How about I pick you up at say, 1930? I know a cozy little
Italian place. Do you like Italian, Teal'c?"
"Beverly," he repeated enjoying the way the name rolled musically
off his tongue. "I do indeed like Italian."
"Then it is a date!" Beverly confirmed brightly. Turning to head
to the showers, she made sure that she moved with slow and sensual
grace; thus, giving him a prolonged view of her generously rounded and
Teal'c found he was unable to remove his avid gaze from the
amazingly graceful woman as she left him. When she was no longer in view
he headed off to the showers hoping that the water was cold, very cold.
Daniel staggered out of his lab bright and early the next
morning. He'd pulled an all night research session once more and needed
to perk up. The way he was feeling he figured that would take at the
very least a pot of coffee. Bleary eyed, he wandered into the commissary
and bumped into the back of the large body directly in front of him in
"Ah sorry," he mumbled.
Teal'c, wearing an uncustomary grin on his usually placid face
readily excused his friend.
"I am uninjured Daniel Jackson," he intoned ironically.
"Of course you aren't Teal'c." Daniel replied with equal
"Have you once again foregone taking your rest and spent the
night in study?" Teal'c inquired.
"I was translating that fragment of text SG-14 brought back
yesterday and I guess I lost track of the time. Need to java up for a
lecture I am supposed to give this morning." Daniel told him, yawning
"Coffee is not enough, you must eat a hearty breakfast as well,
Daniel Jackson." Teal'c told him firmly. Filling his own breakfast tray
with a large quantity of eggs, toast, fruits and juice, Teal'c paused to
hand the weary archeologist a tray.
"O'Neill will be most displeased if you become ill due to
self-neglect, Daniel Jackson." Teal'c added mildly, belying the implied
threat in his words.
"What Jack doesn't know won't hurt him." Daniel began.
"What is it we are keeping from Jack?" A silky voice inquired
from directly behind Daniel.
"Ah Teal'c? Just how long has Jack been behind me?" Daniel
"Long enough Danny. Long enough." Jack responded wryly.
"After this lecture of yours, I am ordering you to take a good
long nap." Jack added firmly.
Rubbing his hands together and perusing the food options, Jack
began piling various items on both his and Daniel's trays.
"Jack I can't possibly eat all of this!" Daniel protested as the
food mounted on the tray before him.
Taking in Daniel's tired and wan countenance, Jack decided it was
time for a little big brother-type admonishment.
"Danny boy you are way too thin and pale. We are supposed to be
on stand down for a reason. Perhaps a forced furlough is really what you
need." Jack threatened.
"Jack I am not in the military and I don't take furloughs."
Daniel bit back annoyed. Jack could be such a Yiddish Momma
"Technically, no you are not military. However, you are paid by
the military and as your team leader, I am obligated to evaluate your
fitness for duty. I can make it an order."
"Fine!" Daniel mumbled, following Teal'c to a nearby table and
slamming his tray down crankily. Pulling back the chair with a yank he
plopped into the seat and took a long drink of coffee; then begrudgingly
shoveled some eggs into his mouth.
Smirking at the temper tantrum his friend was displaying, Jack
sat across from Teal'c who had seated himself beside the angry younger
man and likewise began to satisfy his hunger.
"So T', how was your workout yesterday?" Jack inquired
"It was most satisfactory, O'Neill. The Captain is a formidable
and skilled opponent." Teal'c responded with a smile. "I thank you, my
pleasure T'. Any plans for a rematch?" Jack asked with feigned
innocence. He so hoped his little jaunt into the realm of matchmaking
had paid off.
is my hope to engage in a rematch soon. However, I must content myself
with the pleasure of the Captain's company for dinner." Teal'c told
O'Neill with a small quirk of his left eyebrow.
Daniel intrigued despite his foul mood, piped up.
"A date, Teal'c?" he asked surprised.
believe that is the term which most accurately describes it here amongst
the Tau'ri Daniel Jackson."
who is this Captain? How did you meet her and when?" Daniel's curiosity
shifted into overdrive.
Realizing too late that he had erred in bringing
the subject up, Jack shook his head; adamantly mouthing the word NO,
hoping Teal'c would heed his warning.
Ignoring Jack's silent protest, Teal'c answered
with a large smile. "I have O'Neill to thank for my good fortune."
"How is that Teal'c?" Daniel raising both eyebrows
turned slightly to give their mutual friend a speculative look, he noted
Jack was studying his food intently.
"O'Neill suggested the Captain seek me out in the
gym yesterday for a sparring match. It proved to be a most gratifying
experience." Teal'c told him with relish. "It has been many years since
a friend has sought to provide me with suitable companionship. I thank
you O'Neill," he added with grave sincerity bowing his head in
Clearing his throat and shooting the grinning
Archeologist a quelling look, Jack realized he had no choice but to
acknowledge his friend's thanks; he had no wish to offend his dignified
"Ah, you are welcome big guy. Now if you will
excuse me, I have a staff meeting to attend." Pushing back his chair
abruptly, Jack picked up his tray and beat a hasty retreat.
"I too must leave, Daniel Jackson." Teal'c told him cordially.
"Jack O'Neill, Matchmaker." Daniel muttered
watching them leave.
"Who would have thought? There is no way I'm going
to let him forget this one," he added evilly.
Despite the dense façade he liked to adopt, Jack
was nobody's fool. He understood perfectly he'd be hearing more from
Daniel on the subject and wondered just how long his nosy friend would
had hoped to keep his involvement in Teal'c's love life a secret; after
all he'd a reputation to maintain! Groaning he rubbed the back of his
neck in annoyance.
There had to be some way to turn Daniel's never
ending quest for knowledge and his insatiable desire to top Jack's
constant razzing to his advantage. Whistling softly as he moved toward
the General's office, Jack O'Neill's oh so devious mind was once more
engaged in intrigue.
Teal'c took great care in choosing his form of
dress for his appointment with the alluring Captain. He had no wish to
attract any unwelcome attention while out in public. And, he admitted to
himself, he wished to please Beverly.
had made a call to his young friend Cassandra Fraiser seeking her views
on this topic and had received very clear instructions on the matter.
She had been most pleased and excited that he had sought her advice, a
fact that had gratified him greatly. Teal'c understood all too well that
the young woman still grieved for the loss of her valiant mother Janet
Fraiser and he was glad he had brightened her day in this small way.
Smoothing the black bandana he'd carefully tied
over his shaven head, he pulled it lower over his forehead masking the
golden seal of his previous slavery and inspected his reflection in the
wore a snug black, turtle necked shirt and slacks, the lack of color
blending pleasingly with his ebony complexion. On his feet, he had added
soft leather loafers, which O'Neill had insisted he must have for dress
occasions. The overall effect was aesthetically pleasing to his eye.
soft tap on the door to his private quarters drew Teal'c's attention.
Moving with fluid grace, he opened the portal and cocked his head with a
slight bow of greeting to the luscious woman waiting just outside.
Beverly had to stifle a gasp of pleasure as she
took in his attire. Dressed in unrelieved black his bulging muscles were
thinly veiled from view and yet enhanced by the snug fit of his
clothing; the addition of the black scarf over his forehead added a
rakish almost outlaw quality to the entire ensemble. 'Wow!'
Teal'c, concerned that he had somehow erred due to
her silence, lifted an eyebrow in inquiry. "Am I not properly attired
Beverly?" he whispered.
Realizing she had been holding her breath, Beverly
expelled it slowly shaking her head and stifling a whistle. "On the
contrary Teal'c, you look wonderful. Shall we go?"
Relieved, Teal'c took a moment to enjoy the fine
figure she presented dressed in a beautifully tailored wine colored
jacket and matching skirt. He found the understated color and her lack
of makeup very provocative. She had lovely smooth skin and her eyes
shone brightly even here in the artificial light of the SGC.
"You also present a fine picture of exuberant good
health, Beverly," he complimented her noting the added sparkle his words
seemed to add to her smile.
"Thank you." Beverly responded simply, turning to
lead the way to the elevator.
this hour, there was very little activity in this sector of the base and
they passed relatively few people. While those few nodded a hello, only
one engaged them in conversation.
Daniel unable to harness his ever-present curiosity
had lain in wait, not far from Teal'c's quarters. Having heard their
brief exchange of words, he began a slow and supposedly unplanned stroll
past the elevator doors, head down as if lost in the open book he
carried. Once he was within a few feet of the pair, he glanced up with
hello, Teal'c. Where are you two off to?" Schooling his expression into
one of innocent surprise, Daniel positioned himself directly in front of
the lovely woman at Teal'c's side and extended his hand in greeting.
"Hi, I'm Daniel Jackson."
Although his face would never betray his mirth,
Teal'c found Daniel's thinly disguised meddlesome machinations amusing.
Bowing slightly in Beverly's direction he quickly introduced her to his
Daniel's credit, he betrayed not a hint of surprise upon hearing the
Captain's full name. If anything, the revelation would fit right in with
his plans to torment Jack, just a little, about his role in this budding
Beverly shook the nosy archeologist's hand warmly.
Her own curious inquiries had made her very aware that if she were to
pursue a relationship with the big and delectable Jaffa, she would have
a great deal of interaction with his friends ahead of her as well; they
were a close knit group.
am pleased to finally meet you Dr. Jackson. I have avidly read some of
your papers on the Ancient Egyptians as well as your most recent reports
on the Ancients," she told him with just the right amount of
Suddenly bashful Daniel returned her warmth. "Oh, I
am likewise pleased to meet you Captain."
you will excuse us, we have reservations for dinner. Perhaps you and I
might get together soon and discuss the Ancients' use of armaments
mentioned in your last report?" Beverly turned up the charm; armaments
were a topic she could really cozy up to.
sure, that would be very nice." Daniel stammered blushing. Finding he
genuinely liked the lady, he felt mildly embarrassed with his own
inquisitorial maneuverings and awkwardly stood aside to allow them
access to the elevator.
Once the two had boarded the conveyance and the
doors had closed, Daniel made his way thoughtfully to Sam's lab for a
had intended to fill Sam in on this latest turn of events earlier, but
she'd been tied up in the routine maintenance of the Stargate for hours.
Then there had been that forced nap, which an all too smug Jack O'Neill
had made very sure he took this afternoon. Hoping he'd find her free at
last, Daniel ambled into her office with a small smile.
"Hi Sam, are you free for a chat?"
Looking up from her laptop, Sam returned his smile.
"Sure Daniel what's up?" Sam knew that smirk. It
was the one Daniel usually wore when he knew something she did not,
generally some juicy tidbit involving the Colonel.
Pretending interest in one of her lab projects
Daniel answered absently. "Oh, nothing too exciting. Had a lecture to
give this morning, translated that text SG-14 brought back, which turned
out to be mostly mundane information of very little interest by the way,
took a nap at Jack's insistence, bumped into Teal'c and his date just as
they were leaving..."
had to admire his astute adaptation of the Colonel's own special and
artful blend of blasé conversation while dropping this bombshell!
Knowing there was more he was longing to add, yet
enjoying this game, she reflected the same detached interest.
"Nap?" she responded with deliberate guile, gently
pushing him aside and removing her latest project from his curious
hands. 'Sometimes he is a bad as the Colonel!'
Relishing the repartee, he responded to her query
honestly. "Yes our resident 'Yiddish Momma' and team leader forced me to
take what he referred to as a 'nice and long, mood altering'
"Mood altering?" Sam echoed. That Daniel had no
doubt stayed up studying through the night was not an unusual
occurrence, nor that the Colonel had found out. However, the commentary
on Daniel's mood was.
"Jack informed me in his usual tactful way that I
was cranky," he whined with petulant chagrin.
"Oh, I see." Sam replied benignly stifling a grin.
Daniel could be quite an ornery cuss when overtired, especially when a
task proved less than fruitful; a fact, which the Colonel gloried in
pointing out whenever possible.
I take it despite your long diligent hours the text was a
disappointment?" she sighed sympathetically.
Echoing her sigh, Daniel nodded slumping into a
nearby chair, resting his hand on his chin. "Unfortunately." He had
hoped, as he did each time he was given a new mystery to solve that he'd
find a clue to the location of the lost city of the Ancients.
will find it Daniel." Scooting her chair closer to his, Sam patted his
the meantime, what is all this about Teal'c having a date?" Sam inquired
hoping to brighten Daniel's spirits once more.
yes I almost forgot! Teal'c and the new SF Captain just left for a
dinner date and you will never guess just who was instrumental in
arranging it!" he crowed.
Taking in Daniel's smug countenance and general
lack of interest in anyone other than his immediate teammates, Sam
deduced it must be the Colonel.
"Colonel taciturn O'Neill?" Now this was out of
character. Way out of character for their usually intensely private
commanding officer. She wondered just what event prompted this foray
into the world of the matchmaker. "When did all this happen?"
"Yesterday. Evidently Jack setup a sparring match
between the Captain and Teal'c and the two just clicked." Daniel advised
"And Sam, you will never in a million years guess
what the Captain's surname is!" Seeing her shrug he pressed on
triumphantly. "Her name is Allotabooty, Captain Beverly
"Holy Hannah! Daniel you've been misinformed
surely?" Incredulous Sam could think of nothing more intelligent to add
to such a revelation.
"Nope, double check the duty roster. Teal'c just
introduced her to me. Her name is definitely pronounced Allotabooty!"
Beverly led Teal'c to her fire engine red, classic
Chevy convertible with pride. The automobile had belonged to her father
and he'd taught her at an early age how to keep it in tiptop condition;
she'd shared her sire's passion for tinkering and fast cars. So when he
had passed on, Daddy had naturally left it to her, much to her siblings'
dismay; she'd kept it just the way he would have liked it.
Heeding the advice he'd received from Cassandra
Fraiser, Teal'c opened the driver's door for Beverly and assisted her
into the vehicle; then eased around to the passenger side and hopped
Beverly was a bit taken aback by this display of
old fashion chivalry. Somehow, consideration of this type seemed to fit
perfectly with the overall respect he had so far shown her and she found
she liked it.
Yet, she worried that if he kept this up her plans
for a healthy and mutually satisfying encounter of a more physical
nature might just go awry. She had to find some way to let him know she
was interested in more than just pleasant conversation and dinner.
Reaching out her right hand Beverly grasped
Teal'c's left one and moved her thumb in small circles stroking his
palm, while maneuvering the Chevy down the mountain to the town below.
Teal'c found her caress very stimulating. No
stranger to the hearty desires of women the galaxy over; he was
receiving her unspoken message loud and clear. This date was so far
proving to be most satisfactory. Turning his position slightly, he gazed
at her profile and returned her caress; once again struck by her innate
Beverly was pleased when Teal'c reciprocated her
artful pursuit by stroking her hand in turn; clearly he'd understood her
unspoken request. Catching his avid gaze, out of the corner of her eye,
she smiled and settled back to enjoy the quiet ride and this subtle
exchange of intimacy.
They arrived at the restaurant exactly on time for
the reservation she'd made earlier that day.
Damato's was a small and relatively inexpensive,
but very elegant family owned enterprise, which served delicious food in
an intimate setting. One of her friends had celebrated her anniversary
here just last week and Beverly had been one of only a few select
guests. Thus, when Teal'c had agreed to be her guest for dinner she'd
instinctively known that the dignified and sedate atmosphere was the
perfect setting, in which to share a meal with the equally distinguished
man at her side.
hostess seated them in a cozy corner where they were partially hidden,
yet still had a view of the entire room. A small vase of blood red roses
and a small white candle served as centerpiece to a simple table setting
of linen and white china. Beverly scanned the menu quickly; she really
wasn't hungry, at least not for food.
there anything particular you'd enjoy Teal'c? Wine perhaps?" Glancing up
and over the top of her menu, Beverly caught Teal'c's ardent gaze, which
sent a quiver of anticipation up her spine.
Returning her smile Teal'c reached over the table
gently taking her hand and deepening the intensity of his gaze. He had
no need to indulge in spirits; this woman had already intoxicated him.
"I do not ingest alcohol and I believe I shall leave the food selection
in your capable hands, Beverly. I am always open to new experiences."
Interrupting Beverly's reply, the waiter
efficiently relayed the specials and quickly took her order, leaving her
barely conscious of just which of the delectable entrees she'd chosen;
she had become lost in the dark and sultry depths of Teal'c's beguiling
Teal'c, for his part, was finding it increasingly
difficult to rein in his desire and found himself wishing they were
alone. Alone and isolated from prying eyes, instead of surrounded by the
other patrons, despite the intimacy of this establishment.
meal proved to be exquisite. As was the sudden appearance of a small
white-headed gnome of a man with a violin, from which he coaxed music of
When the check arrived Beverly refused to allow
Teal'c to pay it, reminding him that he was her guest and adding that he
could 'get it next time.'
Warmed by both her generosity and her wish to
repeat this pleasant interlude, he acquiesced.
While they waited for the valet to retrieve her
Chevy, Beverly, her true intentions thinly veiled, invited Teal'c to her
apartment for coffee and conversation.
they had both just shared several hours of conversation and he'd made
his aversion to coffee known to her, he deduced that this added
invitation was a pretense. Realizing she was proposing an encounter of a
more affectionate nature, he was both willing and deeply
would be honored Beverly," he accepted reverently. Allowing his voice to
take on a more sensual timber and thereby, reassuring her that he'd
understood her subtle request. Indeed, he was most honored and pleased
that one so lovely and fine would offer to share herself with him in
Standing on her tiptoes Beverly whispered in his
ear, "Baby will you drive my car?"
Unsure of the reference, Teal'c was never the less
aware of the underlying meaning of her words. Assisting her to the
passenger seat of the vehicle, he seated himself in the driver's seat.
Then, asking her to guide him to her abode he confidently took control
of their date.
Jack O'Neill always an early riser awoke with the
birds greeting the first rays of dawn. Running a hand over his face, he
yawned scratching at his night's growth of beard and leisurely stretched
his vaguely aching knees.
This was a time in his day he relished, a time when
he could relax for a few minutes and doze if the mood struck him: allow
his thoughts to drift. His eyelids were fluttering closed for just such
a catnap, when the jarring peal of the phone tore him from his reverie.
Cursing softly, he grabbed for the handset.
"O'Neill, it is I, Teal'c."
"T'?" Jack questioned slightly overset. What the
heck? The Jaffa's voice sounded almost joyful at this ungodly hour.
"Yes O'Neill, it is I. I am calling to inform you I
shall be unable to keep our appointment for breakfast this morning."
"Oh?" Rubbing his hand over his face, Jack relaxed slightly.
"Additionally I am taking a few days for rest and
relaxation O'Neill. I will not be returning to the SGC until Monday."
Teal'c told him categorically.
Sitting bolt upright in his bed, the covert
matchmaker's lips broke into a large grin of satisfaction. "Understood
T'. I'll just log this in as long overdue R&R." Jack agreed his tone
carefully nonchalant. 'O.K. it was Friday, so obviously Teal'c and the
Captain had hit it off. Hot damn O'Neill, looks like "operation
matchmaker" is working out great!'
"Thank you my friend." Teal'c whispered softly, his
voice suffused with underlying meaning.
"You are most welcome T'. Have fun." By emphasizing
the word fun, Jack implied its multiple meanings; his voice emanating
Dignified even in the face of his own jubilation,
Teal'c was succinct as ever. "Indeed I shall, O'Neill."
Severing the connection, Jack lay back down
continuing his brief interlude of contemplation, elated and
Leaning casually against the rear wall of the
elevator, Jack sighed rubbing the back of his neck. He'd finally made a
dent in the mountain of paperwork stacked on his desk; and succeeded in
avoiding Daniel. Unfortunately, a day's worth of straining his eyes in
the artificial light of his office and the glare of his computer screen
had given him a nagging headache. It was 1600 and he was looking forward
to a nice quiet evening of pizza, beer and whatever sporting event he
might chance across, while channel surfing in his favorite chair.
Watching the digital numbers fly by indicating the floors he passed as
the elevator ascended, his thoughts turned to Teal'c and his lady.
Jack was glad that at least one of his team was
happy in the romance department. It was a sure bet his own love life
would never recover from the blows it had so recently taken. Snorting,
he adjusted his stance. What love life? Oh sure, he and Carter had spent
literally years engaged in longing looks and covert repartee, but
nothing deeper. Nothing that one could really label as a relationship,
beyond that of a dear friend. And, the sudden introduction of her
boyfriend, the cop, had certainly made it clear that Jack was just that,
a friend. Crap!
Scuttlebutt had it that she'd dumped the clueless
bastard recently, but she'd given no indication that this was a
Danny boy was faring no better. Despite his having
been instrumental in her rescue and the removal of her "snake," Sarah
had been very distant with the man who had once been more than just a
friend. Understanding as ever, Daniel was currently giving her "space."
Pushing away from the wall as the elevator reached
his destination, Jack left the confines of the small space, still deep
Sergeant Rory Main came to attention as the
familiar figure of Colonel Jack O'Neill exited the elevator. Noting that
the Colonel seemed preoccupied, he waited patiently for the superior
officer to make eye contact with him, before extending the clipboard and
requesting he sign out. The officers of the SGC were generally a
courteous bunch. Few however, were as imposing and yet as likeable, as
Colonel O'Neill. The Colonel had lost a bit of the spring in his step of
late, and quiet a few of the base personnel were beginning to wonder
what had been troubling him. Seeing him like this Rory had to agree,
O'Neill had grown way too serious recently and he missed the Colonel's
usual lighthearted banter.
Jack gave the Sergeant a cursory glance
acknowledging him with a distracted smile, still wrapped up in his own
musings. "Sergeant Main."
"Evening Colonel. Any big plans for the weekend,
Sir?" Rory hoped the response would be affirmative. The Colonel deserved
a little fun.
Jack stopped and really looked into the hopeful and
friendly face of the eager young SF before him. He wondered if he'd ever
been this young.
Hating to disappoint the youngster, he plastered on
a carefree smile and fudged a bit. "Ya sure you betcha."
Returning the smile, Rory completed the task of
signing the Colonel out and off duty. "Night then Sir."
"Night Main." Jack maintained a carefree aura until
he'd made it to his truck. Cranking the engine, he pulled slowly out of
the base parking lot. As he drove off the base and started down the
mountain, his headlights illuminated a car parked off to one side of the
road. Slowing down, in case the driver might need assistance, he caught
sight of the occupants locked in what appeared to be a serious make-out
session. Driving on with a smirk, his thoughts turned once again to the
question of his team's lack of a love life.
What was it about his team that made them such
losers in the romance department anyway? Oh well, he wished T' better
luck than the rest of them had had. The big guy deserved a bit of
Teal'c smiled widely. Beverly was teaching him the
fine art of shopping for the perfect meal. Currently they were selecting
blooms for a bouquet of flowers to adorn their dinner table tonight.
Finding he enjoyed the mingled scents and vast array of colors, he
wandered through the large green house asking questions
Beverly was pleased and surprised that a warrior of
Teal'c's legendary fierceness would be so open to new experiences. He
seemed to genuinely relish their trip to the farmer's market this
morning for fresh produce and their visit to Stanley's seafood shop as
well. She'd promised to show him how to prepare a gourmet supper and he
had thrown himself headlong into the preparations with undisguised joy.
Now, here he was avidly questioning the effeminate gentleman whose
plants and shrubs surrounded her in a veritable forest of heady
fragrance as if he too were a gardener of some renown.
Anton Roget, lover of all things verdant and green,
took an instant shine to the muscle bound Nubian god before him. Oh la
la! Just how often did one find such massive strength mingled with
sensitivity? Not to mention rugged good looks! Anton was in love! What
had the woman called him? Oh yes Teal'c, how unique!
Enjoying the quixotic glory and variety of heady
aromas as well as the freedom of wandering in this magnificence, Teal'c
had a sudden urge to share all that he was experiencing with his closet
"Yours is an imposing and rare gift Master Roget. I
have no wish to insult an artist of your caliber however, I wonder if
you might have something more unique to offer?" The Nubian Adonis
inquired, leaning down to inhale the scent of a large gardenia bush.
That the small man was an artist in the field of horticulture was
patently obvious to Teal'c and he would address him with respect.
"Ah, I see you are a man of discerning tastes Mr.
Teal'c!" Resisting the urge to sigh with delight, Anton motioned for the
object of his newfound affection and his lady friend to follow him;
leading them with a flourish into a room marked private. "Allow me to
show you my paradise room."
"Oh, his name is Murray..." Beverly concerned that
she'd slipped and had called her lover by name, tried to cover the error
with his usual alias.
"Teal'c Murray?" Anton tried the name with distaste
drawing up short mid-mince.
"Err, yes." Beverly confirmed wryly, trying not to
laugh out loud. The little man looked as if he'd just swallowed
something very bitter.
"Might I just call you Mr. Teal'c? It seems so much
more... refined." The little man gazed up adoringly at Teal'c.
Teal'c nodded with dignity. While he had long ago
accepted the alias O'Neill had jovially given him, he too found it
lacked panache. "That would be satisfactory Master Roget."
Titillated by the respectful title given him and
the innate savoir-faire of this giant of a man, Anton allowed them into
his inner sanctum. Here he carefully nurtured the most exotic and
delicate of blooms, Orchids, Oleander, Passionflowers and the
Beverly marveled, her senses overwhelmed, as they
ventured into the humid and redolent room. Orchids of every color and
shape, intermingled with plants of unknown variety surrounded a small
bubbling fountain. Foliage seemed to cascade above them flowing over
every bit of the expanse to form a small jungle; if she didn't know
better, she would have sworn they were standing in the midst of a
tropical rain forest.
Teal'c having lived his long life on varied
planets, most of which had been desert-like, found he was charmed and
pleased. "Master Roget this is truly a haven fit for a god." Who better
than he would know what a god would prefer? "I would like to prepare a
gift of thanks for a friend. What would you suggest?"
friend Mr. Teal'c?" Anton questioned quirking an eyebrow hoping for more
information into the nature of this friend.
friend to whom I owe a great debt of gratitude." Smiling radiantly
Teal'c drew Beverly's hand within his own.
I see." Anton sighed with élan, his heart filled with both admiration
and envy. "I think if we put our heads together we shall indeed charm
and delight your friend Mr. Teal'c, just place yourself in Anton's
Jack strolled up his walkway balancing his mail, a
large bag of groceries and a twelve-pack of his favorite beer. It was
Saturday and he'd had a ton of errands to run this afternoon; now he was
looking forward to an evening of light music and a beer or two on his
backyard deck just hanging out and watching the sunset. Fumbling a bit,
he fitted his key into the lock, pushing the door open and stopped
short, stunned, as he was greeted by a small forest of color.
Jack's entire entry hall had been transformed! A
large Gardenia bush, its scent heavily permeating the air, was
surrounded by baskets of Orchids. Orchids of every color and variety
spilled over the hardwood floor of the small foyer, mingled with the
subtle hues of wildly exotic foliage. All arranged in an artful array
designed to take one's breath away.
Beyond the heady scents of this mini jungle soft
music wafted along, mixed with the mouthwatering aroma of spicy shrimp
and garlic bread. The additional sound of hushed voices had the cautious
Colonel ignoring his own delighted response to such grandeur. Carefully
setting his burden on a nearby table Jack crept stealthily into his own
Teal'c had discerned O'Neill's quiet arrival and
decided to allow him to discover their intrusion at his own pace.
Surprises never set well with his wary friend.
Jack, catching sight of the big guy's broad back,
standing next to a vaguely familiar rump rummaging through his
refrigerator, relaxed a bit. Still this was odd. "So T' whatcha ya
Spinning lightly on his heels to face his brother
of the soul, Teal'c smiled. "Preparing a celebratory dinner in your
Leaning against the doorjamb and thrusting his
hands into the pockets of his faded jeans, Jack took in the apron the
big guy was sporting and frowned. "Celebratory dinner?"
Beverly, having pulled her head out of the fridge
to place a large platter of fresh cut fruit on the counter, caught sight
of the Colonel's frown and hastily left the room. "If you'll both excuse
me I have a small errand to run."
Teal'c watched her retreat with a small smile and
bowed his head forward in salute to O'Neill. "Indeed O'Neill. On Chulak
it is the custom to prepare a feast in honor of the Banebdje'det."
Noting O'Neill's nonplussed expression Teal'c
continued, "As you have acted as Banebdje'det on my behalf, it is my
duty to show you my gratitude."
Uncomfortable with the implication of this little
speech and unsure of the title, Jack raised his hands in a gesture of
surrender. Obviously Teal'c was trying to thank him for sending the
Captain his way. Undeniably it would be bad form to deny his friend the
opportunity to show him his gratitude; and besides the food smelled
great. "I'm not sure I understand what this banana diet of yours
involves T', but I think I get the picture. You are happy I sent the
Captain to the gym to spar with you. Am I right?"
Cocking an eyebrow and suppressing his mirth over
O'Neill's inane substitution for the Jaffa word Banebdje'det or
matchmaker, Teal'c smiled and moved forward to rest a hand of salute on
his friend's shoulder. "Indeed O'Neill."
"I'm glad things are working out for you two T',
but this is not necessary. What's with the jungle in my front hall?"
Touched and mildly embarrassed, Jack dissembled.
Returning to his cooking with panache, Teal'c
responded in like manner. "A proper feast must satisfy all of the senses
Peeping into the kitchen by way of the back door,
Beverly decided that the coast was clear and pushed the portal open. In
her arms, she carried the grocery bag and beer the Colonel had left in
his front hallway. "Is the coast clear Sir?"
Moving to take the groceries from her, Jack began
putting the contents of the bag and the twelve-pack away in his
refrigerator. "For now Captain. I do however, reserve the right to ask a
few questions later."
Searching his benign expression for some sign as to
how he was taking their invasion of his home and finding it unreadable,
Beverly decided to keep a low profile for now. "Understood, Sir."
Continuing with the task the Colonel's arrival had
interrupted; Beverly took the fruit and some chilled wine out to the
backyard deck, where she had begun to set a pleasant table for their
supper. A light breeze ruffled her hair as she surveyed her handiwork.
Everything had to be perfect. Both she and Teal'c wanted to thank the
Colonel for bringing them together.
Looking out over the lush green lawn and carefully
tended garden, she wondered at the complexities of the two men chatting
companionably in the kitchen.
would be difficult for most folks to visualize two such formidable
warriors as gardeners. Yet, as leaders, they were responsible for the
care and nurturing of young and very green recruits; wasn't this a form
of gardening in itself. Still, she mused, it was much easier to see two
such stalwart men in the role of a father. Teal'c had told her a great
deal about his son Rya'c. His tone and words making it quite clear he
all but worshipped the young man.
Returning to the kitchen, Beverly smiled. The two
redoubtable men seemed very much at home in the kitchen. O'Neill still
relaxed against the same doorjamb gently teasing Teal'c about his new
role as "Suzie homemaker," while nursing a cold beer. Teal'c merely
accepted the caustic jibe as fact, thanking his friend slyly for the
compliment. Something about the Colonel's sarcastic tone caused her to
feel a bit melancholy. Or, perhaps it was the information she'd so
recently discovered about the Colonel's personal life.
When they'd first arrived at the Colonel's home
earlier this afternoon to begin the preparations for the celebration,
Beverly had noticed the photos of O'Neill's son Charlie. Ever the
curious one, she'd questioned T' and had been appalled and saddened, by
the revelation that the boy had shot himself with the Colonel's sidearm.
That Teal'c shared his brother of the soul's heartache was evident. She
had resolved not to bring the matter up again, lest she cause the two
further sorrows. Still, she mourned the fact that the Colonel was so
very alone in the world.
the evening progressed, Beverly sharing in their lighthearted
conversation, found she was increasingly grateful her plan to snare the
big hunky Jaffa had worked out. Thanks in no small way to the
contributions of one very likable Colonel. The three had a great deal in
common. And perhaps that was the reason she began to formulate a new
Lost in her scheming, Beverly had been very quiet
the past half-an-hour as she and Teal'c had returned to her abode.
Teal'c had waited patiently for her to speak of that which weighed so
heavily on her mind. Switching off the Chevy's engine, he turned an
inquiring eye her way.
Beverly, lost in her reverie, suddenly realized
they'd stopped moving and turned to Teal'c noticing his questioning
expression. "Oh, sorry. I guess I have been poor company T'."
"The company was far from poor Beverly. It was
Laughing lightly, Beverly impulsively hugged the
big lug. "Ah T' I imagine I could stand on my head naked in a crowd and
you'd find it acceptable!"
Pursing his lips thoughtfully, Teal'c visualized
the picture she'd just painted. "Indeed I would enjoy such a display.
However, I would prefer to be the only spectator."
Kissing him soundly Beverly whispered, "I think
that can be arranged."
Refusing to be dissuaded Teal'c pressed. "First, I
would like to know what caused your span of silence."
think the Colonel is lonely." She told him stroking his lower lip
sensuously with her index finger. "I think we should return the favor he
has done for us."
"You wish him to enjoy more than just a female's
companionship." Teal'c hadn't lived over ninety years only to be slow on
the uptake. "You would act as his Banebdje'det?" He had entertained the
notion briefly earlier that day, however O'Neill's innate need for
privacy caused him to put the matter aside; that and his knowledge of
his friend's feeling for a certain Major.
Beverly held Teal'c's gaze intently in the soft
light from the moon. "I would, wouldn't you?"
"Indeed." Teal'c agreed thoughtfully.
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