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TITLE: Calendar Girl: February
AUTHOR: SelDear
EMAIL: SelDear
SUMMARY: Calendar girl!
CATEGORY: Vignette, Fluff.
SPOILERS: The infamous photo of Amanda, taken by Chris Judge.
SEASON/SEQUEL INFO: Season 6
STATUS: complete
SERIES: None
RATING: PG13
CONTENT WARNING: None
DATE: 27th August, 2003
DISCLAIMER:
(To the tune and rhythm of "His eyes are as green as a fresh-pickled
toad…" - for my sister Louisa!)
These characters don't belong to this fic-writer,
And this line of writing don't pay;
I wish they were mine - they're really divine,
To archive, please ask me, okay?
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Back at the start of the year - or midway through
last year, I was going to do an 'SGC Calendar' fic. I got through February,
March, and April...and got stuck.
Since it's never gonna get finished anyway, I might as well publish them.
And yeah, this is fluff.
February
Hot damn.
The page for February was flipped up a day or two before February actually
started and didn't get turned over until sometime in the middle of April.
And that was by Teal'c who observed, "You have had Major Carter on
your calendar for over two months, O'Neill. Would it not be wise to turn
the page?"
Carter. In a peppy long-sleeve t-shirt that fit like a second-skin. A
peppy long-sleeve t-shirt which said 'LOVE' across the black fabric in
big white letters. And which she was lifting out of her low-cut hipster
jeans in a way that, if not exactly seductive, was damn suggestive.
Apparently Teal'c had been her fashion advisor while Jonas had persuaded
her to pose.
And what a pose!
If Carter had an evil twin who ate men for breakfast, lunch and dinner
(instead of merely attracting them like flowers attracted bees), then
the woman looking out of the picture would be it.
Thick black eye-makeup, emphasising the blue of her irises, richly-coloured
lips and a slightly downturned face so she was looking at the camera with
a gaze that challenged any man looking at the picture to try to take her
on.
Never let it be said that Sam Carter wasn't photogenic. Because she was.
Major Samantha Carter, pin-up girl of the SGC.
And she could kick major ass, too. No pun intended.
More than once during the months of February and March, Jack had sat staring
at the calendar shot and wondering why the hell God or whatever powers
of fate had decided to make Sam Carter not only one of the best-looking
women on the face of God's green Earth, but also one of the best damn
officers Jack had ever commanded. Surely there were some sense of equality
in the world? Some poor fat, ugly sucker without a grain of talent who
longed to have one-tenth of Carter's brain power?
He told himself it was the eye makeup. And the lipstick. And the pose.
And the clothes.
Hot damn.
The one thing Jack didn't like was the thought that a lot of the Air Force
boys who got hold of this calendar would probably be using it as stimulus
for certain activities. He wasn't happy about that. Carter deserved respect
in her work at the SGC - she'd certainly earned it.
But the picture was incredible - just like the woman who'd posed in it
- and certainly worth looking at to any man who had a pair of eyes and
the sense to appreciate good looks.
Jack considered himself fortunate to not only see the good looks but to
know the mind and personality behind the looks - and get to pick the brain
under that shock of blonde hair.
Yeah, February was good.
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