StargateFic100: 100 ficlets featuring Sam & Daniel, by Amaranth Traces

Family

Genre: Romance
Pairings: Sam/Daniel established ‘ship
Spoilers: None, really
Season: Seven, AU
Rating: T
Word count: 917

Note: Most heartfelt thanks to my beta, Thraesja, whose family will be growing by one tiny person in about a month! Congratulations Thrae!

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Daniel’s tongue darted out, swiping at the drop of tomato sauce he could feel on his bottom lip. “Needs a little more sweet basil.”

Sam picked up a bit of the freshly chopped herbs on the counter next to her. “How much is a little?”

“Try it so you know what it tastes like to need more basil.”

“You realize I’m never going to get the hang of this?”

“Not with that attitude you’re not.”

Sam stuck her tongue out at him, but dipped her index finger into the simmering sauce. Touching the sauce to her tongue, she slowly closed her lips around her finger. “Mmm,” she murmured before releasing her finger with a pop. “Does need more basil.”

Daniel grinned at her. She was such a tease. “Maybe I should try it again.”

She gathered another finger of sauce and, cupping her hand below it, held it out for him to taste. Daniel sucked her finger into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. His actions had the desired effect, and Sam threw her head back in laughter.

His hands trailed down her body, coming to a rest at her waist and pulling her closer. She wiggled delightfully against him. He leaned down to capture her lips, twisting to press her against the cupboards. With an easy move, he lifted her to sit on the edge of the counter and stepped between her legs.

Daniel was just about to slide the saucepan off the heat when the doorbell rang. They both groaned.

“I’ll get it,” said Sam, hopping down from the counter.

“Oh, no you don’t.” He took her hand and placed a generous pinch of chopped herbs in her palm. “You need to put this in your sauce. And don’t forget to stir it,” he called over his shoulder.

Opening the door, he found a man standing on Sam’s doorstep with a potted plant in his arms. Daniel straightened his glasses. “Can I help you?”

“Who the hell are you?” asked the man.

So, not Avon, then. “I could ask the same of you.”

The man narrowed his eyes. “Where’s Sam?”

Who the heck was this guy? Daniel looked him up and down before half-turning back into the house. “Sam, someone to see you.”

“Just a minute!” he heard her call from the kitchen.

“I’ll just wait inside.”

“Ah, no.” Daniel stepped in front of the man, raising an index finger. “I don’t think so.” He crossed his arms over his chest, wondering if the man would try to force his way into Sam’s house.

“Who is it?” Sam’s voice asked from over Daniel’s shoulder. She gasped and slipped past him. “What are you doing here?” Sam engulfed the man in a huge hug.

The man wrapped his arm around her, holding the plant out of the way. “I was in Denver for work,” he said, scowling at Daniel over her shoulder. “The seventeen hour drive home was a little more than I wanted to undertake today. Particularly when you were only an hour away.”

Sam pulled away, smiling broadly, and looked at the plant. “Is this a bribe?”

The man shrugged. “Only if it works.”

She laughed and took the offering. “Thank you. Come on in. We’re just finishing making supper.”

“You’re cooking? Has the fire department been alerted?”

“Ha ha, very funny.”

Daniel followed the pair into the house and leaned on the doorway to the living room, watching them. If he was the jealous type, it might upset him that Sam had just invited this strange man whom she obviously had history with to join what was supposed to be an intimate evening for two.

Good thing he wasn’t that type of guy.

The man leaned closer to Sam, well within her personal space, as she placed the plant on her coffee table. “Who’s the muscle?” he asked, thrusting his chin in Daniel’s direction and giving him another careful once-over.

Yep. Really good thing.

Sam turned and smiled at Daniel. Holding out her hand, she gestured for him to come closer. He pushed off the doorframe and approached.

“This is Doctor Daniel Jackson.” She hooked her arm through his and stroked his bicep affectionately with her other hand. Daniel made a concerted effort not to puff out his chest. “Daniel, this is my brother, Mark.”

“Ah.” Daniel smiled, hoping he didn’t look like as big an idiot as he felt. “Nice to meet you, Mark.”

He held his hand out, and Mark shook it. Firmly. They stared steadily at each other for a long moment. Out of the corner of his eye, Daniel could see Sam’s gaze moving back and forth between them.

“Mark,” she warned.

Her brother turned to her, and she gave him a pointed look. He glanced back at Daniel and finally released his hand.

Sam squeezed Daniel’s arm, though her gaze was still fixed on Mark. “You are to think of Daniel as family.”

“Family as in our long lost cousin?” Mark’s eyes swept up and down Daniel yet again, focusing on Sam’s arm entangled in his. “Or as in my brother-in-law?”

Sam glared at her brother, and Daniel slipped out of her grip. “Why don’t I put on a pot of coffee and check on that sauce.”

As he escaped to the kitchen, Daniel heard Mark ask, “Well?”

“Closer to that second one, if you must know.”

Daniel smiled to himself as he checked on Sam’s tomato sauce. It was turning out pretty well. Pretty well, indeed.

THE END

By the way, Thrae, ‘Amaranth’ would make a great name for your newborn. ...Just an idea ;)

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