“Mac come on!”
Gillian walked down the spiral staircase, pulling someone behind her. “Would you cooperate already? You look fine!” She got halfway down and stopped again, her extended arm forcing her to stop.
“Mac!” She sighed and let go of his hand as she came down the rest of the steps on her own.
The sight that greeted her was that of Daniel sitting on the couch beside Rose; she too had a smile on her face.
“Hi, so where’s Jack?”
Rose coughed lightly into her fist, a polite sound to cover her amusement.
"He's sulking--"
"I AM not! I'm wondering how in the hell Daniel talked us into this," came the aggrieved response. Gill looked up to see where the voice was coming from, and drew in a sharp breath.
It was Mac. Sort of. The general appearance was very close, but Mac didn't scowl quite THAT deeply.
Gill took a step forward, her brown eyes going a bit wider.
"Close--" she nodded, "Really close--but you can't stand so straight. Mac's a little less--"
"--Tight-assed," came her husband's voice from behind her.
MacGyver crossed his arms over his chest as he stared at the man that was supposed to be his double.
There were a few differences but for the most part Jack looked pretty close to him.
Mac touched his hair and ran his fingers through it. His hair had been dyed, thanks to his wife, so the shade matched Jack's original one.
The top of his head a darker shade of grey, the sides were a sharp contrast; the hair there was bright lighter shade of grey.
"Nice Jack, try and look less like constipated and you just might pass for me."
Mac looked at the two people on the couch and raised his doctored eyebrow.
"Well? Am I a smart ass Colonel from Colorado or not?"
Now Rose was the one wide-eyed as she turned her head slowly to look at Daniel.
"Close enough, Daniel? Because from where I'm sitting it's eerie."
Daniel crossed his arms and frowned. He gave a slow nod.
"Physically it's good---but they've got different mannerisms--Jack stands straighter, and moves faster."
MacGyver looked down at himself and stiffened his spine. He glanced at Jack and shoved his hands in his pockets.
“Better?”
Daniel stood up and circled Mac slowly. “Okay that’s better but you definitely have to work on your expressions.”
“My expressions?”
Daniel pushed up his glasses. “Yeah Jack tends to look more serious and smirk more, not full blown smiles.” He turned around and looked at the colonel.
“Right?”
Jack frowned and shrugged eloquently. Rose giggled as she nodded. Mac sighed.
"So I have to look like the before picture in a laxative commercial--"
"--and I get to be the AFTER picture--" Jack finished. Both men glared at each other.
Gillian stared at them and shook her head out.
“My God this is freaky!”
She went over to Jack and stood beside him, looking at his salmon colored t-shirt and tan camouflage pants. The two men seemed to be almost exactly alike body too, both tall and lanky yet fit.
“You know we’re going to have to be a little more comfortable around each other.”
She felt her face blush as she stood beside him.
“I don’t mean to be blunt Jack but there’s something very intimidating about you that I’m trying to get over. I mean I can’t be blushing and awkward around you, it’s going to give everything away.”
Jack sighed. He took Gill's hand and pressed it on his chest.
"Friiiiiiend. Jack O'Neill, Friiiiiiend," he rumbled.
It worked, and Gill broke into a laugh. Even Mac grinned. Rose snorted into the palm of her hand.
"Good enough--take it one thing at a time--I'm more concerned about making sure they have proper ID and personal effects--Jack, Um, colonel, you're going to need a wedding ring."
His mouth twisted a moment as he met her eyes, but Daniel spoke up.
"This is Egypt--cheap jewelry is easy to find."
Gillian still had her hand pressed against Jack's chest; she didn’t blush but did give him a small smile.
"Well the good news is you feel nice and solid just like my husband. As Rose said, it's a start and we’ll work things out one at a time."
She moved her hand away. “You’re right Daniel there’s a small marketplace just
outside the hotel, I’m sure a gold ring won’t be that big a deal to get there.”
Gillian went back over to stand beside her husband. “We can go into the marketplace
now if you want or would that not be safe?” Her gaze bounced to Rose, Daniel
and Jack.
“Anyone?”
Rose smiled.
"Might be a good test--gentlemen, you need to change outfits though."
The two men looked at each other again.
"Dare I ask--"?
"--Boxers."
"Thank God! Bad enough to be blond, but I draw the line at anything BINDING--" Jack growled. Mac gave a nod.
"Trust me, if the NID get close enough to check undies it wouldn't be worth the switch."
Mac stretched his arm towards the spiral staircase.
“The bedroom and bathroom is upstairs Colonel. I’ll take one you take the other.”
Jack raised an eyebrow as he glanced at Rose; she fluttered her eyes at him.
“Don’t worry Colonel; being in civvies won’t put one dent in your colonel-like armor.”
He gave her the most threatening look he could as the two men started up the stairs.
Gillian watched the two men leave and sighed heavily.
“Well this is going to be an interesting shopping trip to say the least. Going into town with a clone of my husband--you’re right though Rose this will be a good test to see if we got all our bases covered.”
*** *** ***
Gillian and Jack stepped out of the glass doors of the hotel and she raised her face to the sun.
“Wow! Welcome to Egypt Jack!” She muttered as she opened her purse and took out her sunglasses, slipping them over her eyes.
“Supposed to be 103 today,” She caught a glimpse of his hair in the sunlight and shuddered.
“Oh God.”
"You have to start calling me Mac--" he told her as he slipped sunglasses on. She flushed; gently Jack slid a hand to the small of her back and guided her to the taxi stand, his stride brisk.
"Um, slower. This isn't a mission; it's a shopping trip--"
"Gotcha--bore the husband time."
Gill frowned, but he flashed her a grin as they climbed in the dark, musty taxi.
“Hilarious Ja- Mac.”
She saw the taxi driver staring at them in the mirror and cleared her throat.
“Comments like that will get you in trouble. There’s plenty of desert around here to bury you in you know, they’ll never find the body.”
She shifted her eyes to the driver, raising an eyebrow trying to relay that they were being watched.
Jack shrugged and gave the tiniest of nods.
He settled into the taxi, shifting his long legs to give Gill room.
She leaned forward and said something in Arabic to the driver, who nodded.
The car pulled away from the curb.
*** *** ***
Carter wiped her arm across her sweating brow as she straightened up. The last of the discovered technology was packed away in wooden crates, bound for Cheyenne Mountain.
“That’s the last of it Teal’c,” she sighed as she dusted off her hands. “It’s a sarcophagus isn’t it? What the MacGyver’s found in that temple.”
The Jaffa nodded as he checked the crate, making sure it was sealed tightly.
“It is indeed, though how it ended up in that temple is unknown. Perhaps the translation of the obelisk will provide some answers.”
She took off her boonie cap, using it to wipe her face. “I’ll admit I was pretty nervous packing that up. It killed that NID guy and we don’t even know how.”
Teal’c looked around the dig site at the broken buildings and columns.
“Perhaps this place was of some significance to the Goa’uld. The obelisk could have provided some protection for it.”
Sam’s eyebrows went up. “A Goa’uld version of a security system?”
Her teammate gave a nod. “It is possible, we will wait and see.”
She nodded, her hands resting on her hips. “Yeah we will, for now all I want to see is a shower and something cold to drink.”
She put the boonie back on her head and sighed.
“Come on; let’s report to Colonel O’Neill.”
*** *** ***
Rose set down the radio and shot a glance at MacGyver. He was by the window, not exactly fidgeting, but looking carefully out over the water. She crossed the room and touched his arm.
"Get ready--you've got a chance to test out how well you can do Jack O'Neill. Major Carter and Teal'c are due back, and I'm having them come straight up--they don't know the colonel and Gill have gone out. You ready?"
"Do I have a choice?" he asked ruefully. Rose reached up and tweaked his nose.
"At this point, no. Think hardass, think class clown--think good man in bad circumstances, okay?"
"Okay, I'll do my best."
Mac took a deep breath and let it out slowly as he sat down on the couch beside Rose, a neutral expression on his face as the suite door opened and Sam came into the room, pulling off her hat.
"Everything's packed up sir, Teal'c and I took care of it ourselves." She glanced between the two people on the couch. "Colonel?"
Mac nodded, crossing his arms over his chest. "Any unexpected problems with it Major?"
Carter frowned a little and rubbed her chin.
"No sir, not really--I'm just a little uncomfortable shipping such a valuable and potentially dangerous piece of technology without more secure packing."
"I've got duct tape, " Mac offered dryly.
Carter managed a faint frown, exactly the sort she was used to giving the colonel. Rose bit her lips to keep a straight face.
"With all due respect sir, I was thinking a security detail to watch over it--armed guards--" she broke off, looking carefully at the man on the couch. "Holy Hanna--Mr. MacGyver?"
Mac groaned slapping his hands over his eyes. He uncovered his face and slowly turned to Rose.
"I think I just failed my test Professor."
Rose sighed, shaking her head as she too looked at Mac, the answer obvious. His haircut had left his now uncovered neck a pale color. "Damn, if you were Jack your neck wouldn't be so white."
Carter shook her head slowly.
"That's minor, really--and it was just circumstance that I noticed it at all--"
"You're kidding!" Mac glanced down, running a self-conscious hand around his neck. Rose sighed, but Carter went on.
"Keep in mind that I've spent a LOT of time around the colonel, MacGyver--I'd be one of the hardest to fool--most folks aren't going to be tuned in to little things. You're close. REALLY close. If the colonel was a world leader you could easily be his body double."
Mac leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees.
“So what can we do about it? Make me go tan my neck or do you want to use some of the fake tan stuff?”
Rose gave his arm assuring pat. “Don’t worry about it, like Sam said it’s a minor detail but we’ll get some self tanning stuff just to be on the safe side in case some people in Cheyenne Mountain are as observant as the major is.”
Rose creased her brow as she looked around.
“Where’s Teal’c?”
“Oh! He said he was going to freshen up before giving his report. He said something about going to his room for a little meditation.”
Sam shot a knowing glance at Rose. “Should be here as soon as he’s done.”
*** *** ***
As Rose passed everyone more bottles of water, Teal'c emerged, moving with athletic grace to stand near Carter.
"Have you spoken to General Hammond?" he asked Mac in a deep respectful tone.
Mac looked up at him and shook his head; Teal'c's gaze narrowed a moment and he shifted his glance to Carter.
"I am unclear as to our continued presence in this place."
"Teal'c, we just GOT here--" Mac managed in a passable imitation of Jack.
The Jaffa arched an eyebrow. Carter nodded. He studied Mac's face carefully.
"Something wrong Teal'c?"
Mac's eyebrows went up at the intense gaze of the big man staring down at him.
"Lobster on top of my head or something?"
He raised his arm, running his hand through his silver hair as he shifted on the couch. Teal’c dark eyes roamed over him with intensive scrutiny as he leaned forward as if studying the contents of a glass case at a museum.
MacGyver cleared his throat, trying not to appear nervous. He was posing as a colonel after all; a position that carried with it a certain amount of presence and intimidation that could make any soldier skitter away.
Teal’c suddenly straightened up, the Jaffa’s gaze shifted between the two women as his hands went behind his back.
“Where is Colonel O’Neill?” He asked in his usual monotone voice, his head slightly rising at the question.
“Oh terrific!” Mac slumped back against the couch in frustration. Two people had come into the room and he couldn’t fool either one with his doctored appearance. He wiped his hands down his face as he sat back up.
“Tell me again why this is going to work?”
Carter smiled her first real smile of the entire trip. She looked at Rose, who nodded.
"Please don't worry, MacGyver--again, Teal'c and I are in the colonel's face 24/7--we're hard to fool."
*** *** ***
The suite door opened again as Gillian and Jack stepped through it; the air-conditioning
in the suite making them both feel instantly better. The marketplace had been
crowded and hot, the two people looking a tad browner then when they left.
“Well that was fun.” She dropped her purse on the end table; seeing the faces of everyone sitting in the living room; especially the frown of her husband.
She stopped and looked at him, her eyebrow rising. “Keep that face Mac; it really makes you look like Jack.”
Gillian stated as she went behind the wet bar and got out two bottles of water; handing one to the blond man that stood by the door; his hands on his hips.
“Here you go Jack, after all that heat and dust you need your whistle rewetted.”
Jack took the water and dropped down on the other sofa, running a hand through his hair, which was damp with sweat. He smiled up at Rose briefly.
"Two of them--one's hanging around the taxi stand, and the other's looking out in the doorway of the hotel next door. They followed us out and back, but didn't try anything."
Rose nodded. Mac's eyes narrowed.
"Because they were fooled or because they didn't want to make a scene?"
"Probably both. I think we ought to sleep in house tonight, then go our merry ways in the morning--chances are good that we can throw them off the scent if we get an early start."
Gill tossed Jack a bag; he caught it with an easy one-handed snag.
"Here's the final piece of your transformation into my husband."
She sat down in the chair between the two couches.
“So we get one last night huh?” She sighed, trying not to think about it the fact she and Mac would soon part ways.
“And then what? We’re all going to go to Cheyenne Mountain and stay there for how long?”
Daniel cleared his throat, adjusting his glasses.
“Now that we don’t know, we still need to translate that obelisk and run some tests on the technology we found.”
He looked beside him at Mac; seeing the scowl that did remind him of Jack on his face.
“MacGyver your boss is probably going to be let in on what’s going on so he can do what he can on the LA end to make sure Jack’s performance goes smoothly.”
Mac nodded glumly, but Gill moved to him and he reached up for her hand.
"Yeah, Pete can handle it, he's old DXS. I guess this means room service since we don't want to be seen, right?"
"Not unless you want to have dinner with my teammate while your wife and I go to town on your MasterCard--" Jack growled with a grin. Mac shook his head and fished in his pocket, coming up with his wallet.
"I guess we've got to trade THESE, too."
MacGyver tossed his wallet to Jack while the colonel did the same. Mac picked up the slightly worn grey wallet with the Velcro close and opened it.
“Not much for style huh Jack? Let’s see if there are any military secrets in here I ought to know about.”
He saw Jack scowl and heard his wife snicker as Mac looked down at the photo section, seeing one of Rose in a short pink dress. It brought a smile to his face as he closed the wallet; tucking it in his back pocket.
“Maybe later.”
Mac glanced at Rose, seeing her cheeks slightly pinken.
“Okay since we’re all eating in here tonight--” Gillian got up from her chair and picked up a couple of menus from the end table.
“Why don’t you guys pick out what you want, it’s on us.”
*** *** ***
MacGyver stood in front of the bathroom mirror, his brush in his hands as he ran it through his hair. The shortness of it made the task almost effortless and he sighed, setting the brush back down on the rim of the sink.
“Well that was easy.”
He flipped off the bathroom light, stepping out into the sitting area.
Gillian sat sideways on the bright red sofa reading a book; her long legs stretched out across it. She had on a pair of light blue baby doll pajamas and her hair lay down her chest.
“Hey--” Mac crouched down, reaching out to rub her legs.
“What are you reading?”
“A book Daniel wrote; it's about the ancient Incan, Mayan and Aztec civilizations--a really interesting book.”
“And this is the same guy that was the laughingstock of the academic community?”
“Right,” she closed the tan book with a sigh and shook her head.
“You know I always thought Daniel was a brilliant archaeologist, when I heard how everyone laughed at him I felt terrible. But he was right and the worse part is that the academic community can’t be told the truth because of all the high security.”
Mac nodded, his hand still stroking her legs. “But he knows the truth, maybe that’s enough for him.” he licked his lips, pressing them together.
“I still can’t believe there are aliens out there, other planets and cultures; all of them accessible through that big decoder ring.”
His description of the gate made Gillian snicker. “It’s hardly a decoder ring Mac. And we’re going to learn all about it before all this is said and done.”
“What do you say we turn in for the night?” The glimmer in Mac’s dark eyes spoke volumes to Gillian; she knew exactly what was on his mind.
“Okay.”
Gillian set her book aside and stood up following her husband over to the bed; her gaze drifting to his butt.
The fact he wore a pair of very short blue shorts that left nothing to the imagination made a shudder of desire run through her.
Mac stretched out on the bed, his ankles crossed over and his arms tucked under his head. Gillian stood beside the bed and watched him, seeing the wicked little grin on his face.
“Feeling rather amorous this evening Mr. MacGyver?”
“What was your first clue?” He wiggled his eyebrows at her.
“Those shorts--one good sneeze and you’re naked.”
Mac rolled onto his side and patted the bed next to him. “That’s why I like them.”
Gillian climbed up on the bed. “No, you like them because they drive me crazy.”
His grin only grew wider. “That too.”
She stretched out beside him and Mac grabbed her by the shoulders, pulling her to him. He turned her head and buried his face in the side of his neck.
Gillian closed her eyes; a sigh escaping as she rolled onto her back. Mac’s lips roamed up and down her throat, his lips making sure every morsel of it was kissed and nibbled.
Gill whimpered, her hands sliding along his bare back. They moved up and touched his hair at the same time she opened her eyes.
The flash of silver made her jump and her whole body seemed to stiffen. The shock blew her passion out like a match and she tried to lift Mac’s head away from her throat.
“What? What’s wrong?” MacGyver raised his face to look at her and his doctored eyebrow only added to what Gillian was already feeling.
“I can’t do this, I’m sorry.”
Gillian slid out from underneath him and went to the balcony doors; she opened them and stepped out onto it, taking in a deep lungful of the warm, salty air. The nighttime waters of the Nile were a dark blue topped with silver from the full moon.
Her husband climbed off the bed, following her outside. He touched her shoulders and even that action made her jump.
“Gill--”
“I’m sorry Mac. I saw the hair and the eyebrow and for the briefest of moments--”
“You thought I was Jack--” he rested his chin on her shoulder.
“I felt like I was cheating on you,” Gillian hung her head, sighing. “I panicked.”
Mac wrapped his arms around across her chest. “It’s more than just the hair isn’t it?”
Gillian nodded, touching his hands. “This whole situation--What if the deception doesn’t work?”
“You’ll still be in good hands; Jack is Special Forces and I’ll have a whole mountain full of soldiers protecting me.”
“I know-- I just wish we didn’t have to be apart.”
“If there was any other way you know they would do it.”
She turned around, looking at her husband. “I want to be with you, we have to find a way to make me see past the hair dye.”
Mac reached down and took both her hands in his. “We’ll find a way.”
He tugged on her hands as he led her back into the room, closing the double doors. Taking her hands in his once more he sat her on the bed and stretched out beside her.
“You know me Gill, things that no one else has ever known or will ever know about me.”
Gillian smiled, propping herself up on her elbow as she faced her husband.
“Like the fact you love jalapeno bagels? Or that there’s a place on your lower back that’s ticklish?” She reached around his waist and wiggled her fingers against it; Mac instantly squirmed.
“What else do you know?”
She started to feel a little more at ease, beginning to see the man beneath the hair dye again.
“You use honey almond shampoo and when you get angry the vein on the right side of your neck stands out.”
Mac snickered, dropping his head briefly. “That’s true, anything else?”
Gillian leaned towards her husband and brushed his lips against his chest, kissing it.
“I know all the places on you that can melt you like butter,” her lips trailed up his chest as she spoke.
He sighed as she reached his neck and let his head drop back. “You always know exactly what to do to get to me.”
His wife sank her teeth into the delicate tissue of his throat. Mac’s whole body jerked as he grabbed her head, his helpless moan only encouraging her.
“Like that.”
She ran her hand up his face and into his hair, gripping it and tilting his head back even further as she nibbled and kissed Mac’s neck.
“I can’t take much more of this,” he stated breathlessly, his whole body flushed with desire.
Gillian used her weight to make him lie back as quickly slipped out of her pajamas, dropping them over the side of the bed. Her hand glided down his chest and stomach to his shorts and slid them down his legs far enough for him to kick them off.
Mac did, the shorts dropping to the floor as he held out his arms to his wife.
“Come here.”
She stretched out back over him; bringing the couple face to face as her legs moved to either side of him. He grabbed her legs as she rose up to take him. “No--not yet.”
“Why not?” She looked down at him, puzzled.
MacGyver’s hands came around her, tracing down the silky skin of her back.
“I don’t want to rush it.”
Gillian pressed her forehead to his, closing her eyes. “Me either.”
They held each other for a while, simply enjoying the warmth, comfort and feeling of safety the embrace encouraged in them both. The hugging turned to kissing, the slow, deep head swimming kind that left them both panting; their bare bodies beginning to slide against one another in renewed passion.
“I want you now Mac—please!” Gillian dragged her tongue against the hollow of his neck, bringing a whimper from the man beneath her.
“Want you too,” He gripped her legs, his fingers sliding over the creamy skin and parting them, brushing the insides of her thighs down his ribs as he positioned her.
His wife rose up, tilting her head back as she slid down the length of him.
Mac sat up and wrapped his arms around her, the two of them moving together.
Gillian stared directly into his face, her fingers gripping it as she pressed her mouth to his. She broke the kiss and tilted her head back again, sighing as her husband kissed up her throat.
Mac groaned as his hands moved to her shoulders; his whole body tingling.
Gillian whimpered, shifting her legs to wrap around her husband’s waist. She could feel the flush coloring her face and a tightening beginning in her stomach.
Her husband began panting hard; warm waves of passion raced through his lower body as he pulled her down; sheathing himself more deeply into her.
That gesture send them over the edge, both of them moaning loudly as they rocked one last time together before collapsing back on the bed.
Gillian raised her head, breathing hard as she gave her husband a tiny kiss.
“Colonel you’re amazing.”
MacGyver’s head snapped up as he stared at his wife with wide eyes.
“What?”
“Gotcha.”
She gave her husband a sleepy grin as she lowered her head back down to his chest.
*** *** ***
Rose looked out the balcony and shivered. The sun had gone down hours ago, and
the cool mist of late night drifted up across the horizon. She ran a hand through
her hair and drew in a deep breath, drinking in the exotic scents of
Egypt. The thin silk of her green tank top and panties shone in the light from
the room behind her.
“Oh God you look good—“ came a voice; startled, Rose glanced over one shoulder and started. It took a moment for her to relax—Jack. It WAS Jack, even though his hair was wrong. Wearing his desert tee shirt and boxers, he lounged in the doorway to the bedroom, a paper bag in his hand, his eyes hot with hunger. She crossed over to him and gave a tentative smile up into his face.
“Hi.”
“Hi. You look—worried,” he murmured, reaching out to stroke her cheek with a knuckle. Rose just looked at him. Jack sighed.
“A little freaked over this?” he observed. Rose tried not to laugh.
“A little—I just never pictured you as a blond.”
“Bugs you?”
“Just prefer the silver. I’ve always had the hots for older men—“ As she spoke, she felt his hands slide down her spine in a familiar possessive stroke. Jack bent to nuzzle her temple.
“Older? Hey, I’m a young and virile surfer dude now—“
Rose twisted away, her mouth pursing unhappily, but he tightened his grip on her and grinned.
“Such a good girl—okay, I have something that’s going to help, because God help me baby I sure as hell WANT some tonight, and I think you do too.”
Muffled against his shirt, Rose nodded. Jack guided her over to the bed and sat her down. She looked up at him as he knelt down and slid a hand over her bare knee.
“Trust me?”
“Always.”
“Willing to indulge me?”
“Jaaaaack—“ came her impatient good humor; Rose brushed her hair back from her shoulder and glared at him. Jack turned the bag upside down, letting the contents fall next to her hip on the bed.
A ring and a scarf.
“Got the ring on the cheap, no major expenditure there. The other one’s for you—“ he purred as Rose picked up the scarf.
It was a long rectangle of sand colored silk with repeated patterns of date trees and pyramids embroidered in black and gold thread. A delicate fringe of black and sand thread dangled from each end. Rose stroked it with a finger.
“It’s gorgeous, Jack.”
“It will go with your black suit, or that nice tan one—“ He laughed at her astonished face, “Hey, I may be a colonel but I HAVE heard about accessorizing you know. All those damned magazines Janet has floating in the infirmary—“
Rose arched an eyebrow at him, but it was hard to hold a cynical expression when he was looking back at her with such intense desire. He picked up the scarf.
“I want you. You want me. I’m not about to let tonight get ruined because you’re distracted or feeling guilty, so that’s why I bought this.”
Rose got it. She gave a little nod, surprised at Jack’s thoughtfulness.
“Didn’t want me calling you by the wrong name?” she teased. He licked his lips, laying the scarf over her smooth bare thighs.
“Just let me get started and you won’t be able to say ANYONE’S name, pretty baby—“ he promised in a low rough voice. The heat of his words made her quiver as a little rush ran down her spine. Rose nodded eagerly.
“Good. Everyone’s down for the night, so it’s just you and me--” as he spoke, Jack picked up the ring and set it on the nightstand; Rose followed his move with her eyes.
“What? I’m not wearing it to bed, Rose—it’s not us, it’s part of the whole deception.”
“I know. I just—“ she stopped, but the soft little ache in her words brought a rush of emotion through Jack and they welled up until his throat was tight.
“Someday. Soon—“ he muttered, trying hard not to let his voice shake. She moved forward to hug him as he knelt in front of her, and for a moment neither of them spoke. Finally Rose sighed in his ear.
“You want a ring?”
“From you? Yeah. Ohhhhh yeah—“ he moved forward, his body looming over hers, forcing her back on the pale bedspread. She looked up in his eyes and didn’t trust herself to speak. Jack smiled.
“Since you trust me, and since I’m going to die if I don’t jump your luscious bones ASAP, it goes like this: I blindfold you so you don’t have to freak out over my golden locks. Good deal?”
Rose muffled a giggle against his warm tee-shirt covered shoulder, nodding. She relaxed, closing her eyes as Jack lightly wound the scarf around her eyes, pulling it a bit tighter before tying it in a slip knot in the back of her head.
“Can you see anything?” Jack demanded, shifting his weight on her possessively, groaning a bit at the hot rub of cotton on satin. Rose’s skin smelled of vanilla and sex, and the sight of her blindfolded sent a jolting surge of lust through him.
“Don’t have to, flyboy—is that a booster rocket rubbing my thigh or are you just glad to see me?”
“Ooohhhh dirty Air Force talk—“ Jack chortled, “Cool!”
“Jack, the weirdest things flip your biscuit—“ Rose laughed throatily. She sleekly hooked her toes into the waistband of his boxers at each hip and pushed them down while he kissed her.
“Mmmmmmmph! Geez, how flexible ARE you?” he muttered in astonishment as he propped himself up on his elbows. Her hands tugged at his tee-shirt.
“Listen up, colonel, I want you OUT of uniform and undercover ASAP,” came Rose’s playful growl. He grinned.
“Ma’am, yes Ma’am. Goin’ general on me?”
“Once you get on your back—“ she managed to wrestle the shirt from him and toss it away. Jack buried his face in the soft silk straining over her chest, enthusiastically mouthing every inch he could reach as Rose squirmed.
“Looking to--see where it--says general—“ he muttered indistinctly. Rose writhed as her pulse rocketed. Jack found her nipples and wetly mouthed them through the thin fabric. She moved her head back and forth blindly.
“Try lower, navigator—“
“Let me try a bombing run—“ he chuckled. With light and deliberately slow kisses, he worked his way down her stomach and nipped at the edge of her panties. Rose wrapped a leg across his shoulder.
“Oh God, oh god, Jack—you are zeroing in on your target—“
Busily, he slid cool fingers under the silk, tugging at it enough to tease, but not enough to take it off. Rose gave a little growl and he moaned.
“Oh yeah—Jesus you’re so hot when you’re frustrated—“
“Dangerous! Jack don’t tease—“ she pleaded breathlessly, her hands sliding up the sides of his neck to caress his face. He glanced up the curves of her body to see her blindfolded face and swallowed hard as his cock throbbed mercilessly.
“You LOVE teasing—“
Carefully he tugged the leg hole of the panties up and rubbed the underside of his shaft along the soft curls of her exposed sex. Rose writhed again, gasping.
“Ooooooohhhhh—“
“Want you, Rose, want to slide it in HARD, sweetheart—“ Jack panted in her ear. Her other leg came up, wrapping around his hip and pulling, but he resisted, keeping up the soft, maddeningly slick rub of his cock against her fur.
“Want it TOO, Jack. Come on, baby, please---“
“Is that an ORDER, General? Want me to shove my cock in you nice and deep, make you TAKE it?” he demanded, running his tongue over her lips, loving every moment he made her wait. Rose hissed, rocking her hips to match his strokes, her hands sliding to cup his ass.
“Just for that—NO, flyboy. You just keep it nice and hard and come all over my panties like the insubordinate bastard you are—“ she growled back. Both of them rocked harder; Jack’s breathing was going ragged.
“OH shit. You wouldn’t DARE—“ he whined roughly. Rose smirked, and added a little evil corkscrew of her hips, rubbing his aching shaft harder and making him whimper.
“Wouldn’t I? And I’m sooo wet, too, Jack. Want your big cock deep and throbbing in my hot pussy, but if you can’t follow orders—“
“G-general, Ma’am—“ came his desperate plea, his kisses frenzied on her mouth, her chin, “Fuck, Rose--please reconsider before there’s an unscheduled—“
“Shove it in, flyboy—NOW!”
Jack arched back, pressed and thrust hard, driving with perfect raw strength deep between her thighs; both he and Rose erupted in groans of pleasure.
Locked together, they rocked and pumped in swift unstoppable passion, the muffled sounds of the bedsprings a soft counterpoint to their low cries of lust and love. Rose tightened the grip of her thighs around Jack spasming hard. Long moments later Jack felt the boiling pleasure flare as he came in slick hot pulses deep inside Rose.
They lay together, dazed and stunned at the intensity of their passion. Rose gently slipped the blindfold off with a trembling hand. Jack buried his face in her neck.
“Always you. Only you, Jack—“ she whispered, stroking his hair, feeling his gentle kisses.
*** *** ***
Jack looked down at his khaki chinos and blue cotton shirt, shrugging.
"I can live with the wardrobe--anything missing?"
Rose nodded. She slowly moved to the nightstand and picked up the ring lying there.
"Come here--"
Jack smiled softly.
"Still giving orders?" he asked in a low intimate tone. Rose blushed. She reached for his left hand, toying with it a moment.
"You need your ring."
"So I do. Wanna do the honors?" Jack whispered. Rose shot him a sweet smile and he added,
"Good practice for the real thing, right?"
Rose slid the thin band down Jack’s ring finger, her gaze shifting to his eyes. The moment seemed magical and a telltale sign of things to come. They both blushed, the realization hitting them.
Their discomfiture was suddenly broken by a knock on the door as Sam, Teal’c and Daniel came in, the threesome in their desert fatigues.
“The plane is all ready to go sir, cargo’s been loaded. They’re just waiting for us--” Sam stopped in mid sentence, sensing the sudden awkwardness that filled the room. She cleared her throat, glancing at Teal’c and Daniel.
Daniel raised an eyebrow, seeing the gold ring on Jack’s finger and the pink of Rose’s face.
“Got your ring huh Jack? All ready to play MacGyver?”
Jack gave a scowl to cover his more tender move; with a quick peck to Rose's temple, turned to the team and shoved his hands deep in his pockets.
"As I'll ever be. You have the civvie in tow?"
"He's ready to go, sir," Carter sighed. Rose looked up as Gill peeked through the door.
“Morning--”
She stepped through the door, wearing a pair of jean shorts and a blue t-shirt. Her hair was twisted in a braid that hung down her back.
“Our flight leaves in 90 minutes; with the plane changing and time difference we should get to LA a few hours before you guys make it to Colorado Springs.”
Daniel nodded as he pushed up his glasses. “Someone from the SGC should be there to take us to the base.” A smile came to his face. “Our little plan is going to be in full swing. It should be okay though, so don’t worry about it.”
Gillian sighed, nodding her head. She felt uneasy about the whole thing but she tried not to let it show.
Mac came through the door behind her dressed in desert camouflage. He really was a perfect match for Jack; the uniform fit him exactly the same and even the boots weren’t a problem.
The only thing missing was his head covering; MacGyver had the cap in his hands; he opened it and slipped it on.
Five pairs of eyes watched him as he folded the bill, adjusting the cap on his head.
“What?”
Rose couldn’t help but smile. “Okay that was good; you really looked like Jack when you did that.”
“I’ll say he did, Jack’s always doing that to his cap,” Daniel agreed as he crossed his arms over his chest.
Mac took his dog tags out from under his shirt. “It’s about time I got something right.”
"The test will be when you step off onto the tarmac at Peterson--" came a warning tone. Everyone looked at Jack, who slouched in his khakis and cotton shirt, smirking. Carter slowly nodded.
"True--that will be the litmus for sure."
"Move em out, Major--we've got places to go and people to fool--" Jack remarked, sidling up to Gill. Rose turned away.
Gillian saw her, knowing instantly why she did it. She went over to Rose and touched her arm.
“Rose, I’m sorry we have to do this and I know this is hard. If there was another way for me not to take Jack away from you then I’d do it in a heartbeat.”
She turned back around, facing Gillian. “Gill you don’t have to apologize or explain. I know you would and I’m grateful that you care about my feelings.”
“I promise I’ll take care of Jack and make sure nothing happens to him,” Her dark eyes focused on her husband.
“Ask my husband about the code he and I use to communicate. Ask him to teach it to you and I’ll teach Jack that way you can still talk to him without worrying about whoever’s listening in.”
*** *** ***
The trip was uneventful--Teal'c showed Mac a few basic meditation techniques, and Rose finished a tiny needlepoint project as Carter filled disc after disc with notes on a reactor project she wanted to refine. By the time they reached Colorado everyone was thoroughly sick of plane travel.
"Ground. I want to stay on the ground for a loooooong time. Forever if possible, " Daniel griped. Rose nodded, rubbing her rump gently.
"Gotta love these minimally padded transports--"
"We do not," Teal'c grumbled.
As a group they clambered down to the tarmac and looked around.
“Colonel O’Neill?”
The voice of Hammond rang out and Mac’s heart skipped a beat as his first real test came marching towards him. A stout balding man in a blue uniform shirt and navy blue pants that bore a striking resemblance to Pete stood in front of him
“Welcome home Colonel--status?”
Mac licked his lips as his spine stiffened and he gave the general a sharp salute.
“Thank you sir and yes, we do have a situation,” he glanced over his shoulder at Sam, the major giving him the tiniest of nods as she stepped forward and saluted her commanding officer.
“General Hammond sir?”
“Major,” Hammond returned the salute. “What is the situation?”
MacGyver looked around. “I think it might be better if we discussed this back at the base sir.” He gave a nod to Siler, who stood behind the general.
“Welcome home sir, I’ll take care of the cargo,” he turned to the general. “With your permission sir.”
“Go ahead Sergeant.”
The sergeant nodded and walked off, he and his team would handle the cargo.
*** *** ***
Gillian opened the bedroom door, slamming it into the wall as she did so. Because of some terrible storms around Paris the commercial flight out of it had been delayed for six hours. By the time the plane got to LAX it was a little after one in the morning.
The Corvette was there waiting and Gillian had little objection to Jack sliding behind the wheel; now that they were home and all she wanted to do was sleep.
She sat on the edge of the bed and began untying her hiking boots.
“God I’m so exhausted! It’s a good thing Pete gave us a couple of days to recover.”
“Yeah good thing, otherwise we’d both be pretty dead,” Jack closed the bedroom door and sat down on the right side of the bed. He kicked off his hiking boots and flopped backwards onto the bed.
“I need a shower; I smell like a camel.”
Gillian snickered as she walked around the bed and peeled it back.
“You don’t smell like a camel and even if you did after all that traveling I wouldn’t be surprised,” she crawled into it, turned on her left side and sighed.
“So are you going to go shower or not?”
Jack rolled off the bed and stood up.
“Yeah I better, it’ll help me relax.”
He opened Mac’s dresser and took out a pair of red checkered pajama bottoms before heading into the bathroom.
“Okay--” Gillian whispered as she pulled the blankets and sheet up to her chest and closed her eyes, not even caring that she still had her clothes on.
Jack came out of the bathroom a short time later, hearing the deep even breathing of someone fast asleep. He quietly walked around the bed and peeled back his half, climbing into it. Jack rolled away from Gillian onto his left side and closed his eyes.
*** *** ***
A little after 10 am Jack opened his eyes and felt something warm pressing into his back. He scooted away from it and rolled over the other way only to come face to face with Gillian. She had gotten cold in the middle of the night and sought warmth from her husband just like she had always done.
Jack hated to wake her but he teetered on the edge of the bed and one deep breath could send him to the floor.
“Gill?”
Her eyes flew open as she raised her head; for the briefest of moments she thought it was Mac talking to her before the fog of sleep lifted from her brain and she saw Jack. With his blond hair sticking up all over his head and his bemused expression, he really did look like her husband.
“What’s wrong?”
“Oh not much, I’m just about to hit the floor.”
“Hit the--?” Gillian saw how far over she was on Jack’s side of the bed and started scooting back. “I’m sorry Honey I didn’t mean to take up the whole bed.”
“Don’t worry about it, I’m used to it.”
Jack moved away from the edge and rolled onto his back.
Gillian yawned as she sat up and stretched. “Wow did I crash; I don’t even remember you coming to bed.”
“You were dead to the world,” Jack kicked back the blankets and sat up.
A loud rumbling made him turn his head and look at Gillian wide eyed.
“Hungry?”
She felt her face blush as she patted her stomach.
“Apparently someone is,” she shook her head and sighed. “Our child demands breakfast, what do you say Daddy?”
Jack nodded, a small smile on his face. “Yeah I’d like that.”
“But I think I’ll change first,” Gillian got up from the bed and went to her closet; pulling out her pink robe. She went into the bathroom and closed the door.
“I don’t know about you Mac but I could really go for some eggs, bacon and pancakes this morning.”
“Maybe we should go somewhere then instead of you having to cook.”
Jack got out of bed and opened the bedroom door. He saw his suitcase sitting just in the entryway and brought it back to the bedroom. He opened it and pulled out a pair of jeans and a green button down shirt.
The bathroom door opened and Gillian tied her robe closed as she came out.
“We could do that,” she opened Mac’s drawer and took out a t-shirt, setting it on the bed. She patted it, silently hinting to Jack as to what her husband would wear.
“I’m going to go take a shower then.”
She raised an eyebrow to Jack and motioned with her head to the bathroom; widening his eyes at her.
Jack’s head lifted and he nodded. “Shower huh?”
He went over to her and touched the lapels of her robe. “Would you be needing any help in the washing department?”
Gillian felt the blood rush to her face turning it a bright shade of red.
“Now if I let you help me we’d be in there all day. I appreciate the offer though.”
A peck on the cheek had Jack suddenly blushing, two red spots appearing on his face.
She opened her closet and pulled out a brand new pair of maternity jeans shorts and a yellow tank top, draping them over the bed before going into the bathroom.
*** *** ***
“We should be safe, the NID didn’t have time to break into the house; they’re
probably using parabolic mics to listen to us.”
Jack slipped his sunglasses over his eyes as he drove Mac’s Corvette down the road; the top had been taken off and the wind was tousling the couple’s hair.
“Are you sure? Would they be following us to breakfast?” Gillian peeked over her shoulder seeing if there were any cars behind them.
“No, since they don’t know exactly where we are going and could easily be spotted,” Jack grinned as he easily passed a line of cars. “This is a great car.”
Gillian lowered her sunglasses; glaring at the driver. “Just watch it Jack; I gave my husband this car for his 40th birthday.”
“You did? Wow I should give you a call for my next birthday!” Jack grinned widely at her before once more facing the road.
His passenger shook her head. “So we can pretty much be ourselves at the restaurant?”
“Yeah, it’d be too hard to pick up our conversation; too many other people yakking away to get a clear fix on us.”
Gillian sighed as she tucked a stray hair behind her ear. “The next one is the restaurant Jack, you better get over.”
“Sure no problem!” Jack veered the car over; enjoying the power he felt as he gripped the wheel. “God I love this car!”
“Mac lets me drive it once in a while, but not too often.”
Jack took the next exit and slowed the Corvette down. “I can see why he’s not willing to part with it.”
He pulled into the parking lot of the pancake house and parked it.
“Come on Gill; the pancakes are on me.”
Gillian fixed her hair as she got out and closed the door. “Actually since you’ve got my husband’s wallet they’re on me.”
“Well I guess it’s the thought that counts right?” Jack took his shades off and held the door open for her.
“Sure and if you’re still feeling generous you can always make dinner,” Gillian wrinkled her nose playfully at Jack as she walked inside the restaurant.
*** *** ***