I don't like anyone

Title: I don't like anyone

Author: Major_Sam

Fandom: Stargate SG1

Pairing: Sam/Other

Rating: G/ Pre Slash / relationship

Disclaimers: Showtime Networks, Viacom, and MGM own ‘Stargate SG-1’ and all characters. This is strictly a work of fan fiction for fun. No copyright infringement for profit is intended.

Authors Notes: This is just a bit of fun.

Sam stood at the bar, waiting for the 3rd round of drinks. Neither of them had been to a karaoke bar before and they all seemed to be having a good time. He looked back for a moment, seeing Janet doing a funky rendition of The Dixie Chicks song ‘Hello Mr. Heartache.’ She really loved that song too. Next was Shelley’s turn. Sam had seen the look of terror in her eyes as Jack pulled her name out next. She looked at her as she was talking to Daniel. She was wearing the necklace he had given her for her birthday a few weeks ago. It had been only three days after Jack’s. Sam remembered that party. Seeing her run past by her on her way to puke in the bathroom sink. Everyone clapped loudly as Janet finally stepped off the stage.

‘Next we have, Shelley O’Neill.’

Daniel looked at her, standing, waiting for her to move.

‘Go on.’ He said, pulling her off the seat.

Daniel pushed her towards the stage. He knew that she had a great voice. But she was just too scared to sing in front of her friends. The host pulled her up on the stage. Shelley turned, shielding her eyes from the bright lights. Finally her eyes adjusted and she look out in to the crowed as the song began to start. She looked down at the monitor, feeling sick in side. Then a sudden smile came over her as she recognized the song as one of her favourites.

‘Suki says were all down town, so what’s my problem I don’t wanna socialise. Why don’t they leave me alone.’

Jack smiled as he listened to her sing. It had been a long time. In fact it had been 4 years. He had missed so much of her life. But now she was back, and he loved having her around.

‘Bad boys, jealous girls, been there done that, I just wanna fantasise. Ah ah ah ah ah ah. Starring at the ceiling thinking about you. Ah ah ah ah ah ah. It’s a freaky feeling, what can I do.’

Shelley stared at Daniel, trying to focus on some thing to calm her nerves. But he just made her more nervous.

‘I don’t like anyone, the way I like you. I don’t go anywhere if your not there too. It’s not as If I’m hard to please. You’re the only one good enough for me. Those others just won’t do. I don’t like anyone but you.’

Sam looked at her as he began moving over to the table with their drinks. As the song progressed she got more and more confident with every note. The smile on her face widened as she felt her self get swept up in her 4 minutes of fame.

‘They think I’m a little obsessed, up here sending mental telepathy. I’m concentrating on you.’

Sam placed the drinks on the table, looking up at her, getting the strangest feeling. It was as though she was singing to her. The truth was, she wasn’t. She was singing to Daniel. Sam smiled at her, as though she was seeing her for the first time. At that very moment, she ceased to be Jack’s little sister and was now a woman, a gorgeous woman. She’d never even thought of her like that before. She looked incredible. Her red hair fell around her shoulders. Sam watched her as he brushed it away, behind her back, still staring at Daniel.

‘I wanna give you everything, but if I do, will you think less of me. Ah ah ah ah ah ah. Everybody else just wasting my time. Ah ah ah ah ah ah. Baby can’t you tell were two of a kind.’

‘Wow.’ Daniel said, an expression he rarely used.

Jack looked up at him.

‘I told you she had a great voice.’ He said.

‘Yeah, yeah, you did.’

I don’t like anyone, the way I like you. I don’t go anywhere if your not there too. It’s not as If I’m hard to please. You’re the only one good enough for me. Those others just won’t do. I don’t like anyone but you.’ Starring at the ceiling thinking about you. Ah ah ah ah ah ah. It’s a freaky feeling, what can I do.’ I don’t like anyone, the way I like you. I don’t go anywhere if your not there too. It’s not as If I’m hard to please. You’re the only one good enough for me. Those others just won’t do. I don’t like anyone but you.’

Daniel took another sip of his drink as he watched her belt out another song. (Martina McBride. Even God-Fearin Women Get The Blues)

‘She was the prom queen; he was the quarter back of the football team. And it all look so promising. We never thought that anything would happen like this. And then all of a sudden, Twenty-Five years of love and devotion down the drain. ‘We all heard her hollerin’ for a country mile. Cheatin’ shows your complete lack of style. Well she took out three marking meters and a pedestrian’s purse. The day she quit the Baptist choir and threw that ford in to reverse.’

‘Lock up your husbands, lock up your sons. Lock up your whiskey cabinets. Girls lock up your guns. Lock up the beauty shop. No telling if they’ve heard the news. Call the boys down town at Neiman Marcus. Tell em to lock up them high heeled shoes.’

Shelley moved around the stage, not having to look at the words. She all ready knew them off by heart.

‘When god-fearin women get the blues. There ain’t no slap-dab-a tellin’ what they’re gonna do. Run around yellin’ I’ve got a mustang it’ll do 80, you don’t have to be my baby. I’ve stirred my last batch of gravy. You don’t have to be my ....................baby.’

Every one tapped there feet on the floor of the bar, unable to stop the beat from affecting them. But it was more than the beat that was affecting Sam.

‘Call all the deacons. Call the ladies aid. Call all the altos, sopranos, tenors, call every bass. Well call all the Pentecostals. Bring that anointed oil too. Well call the preacher he’s the only one can reach her. And there ain’t no time to lose.’

When god-fearin women get the blues. There ain’t no slap-dab-a tellin’ what they’re gonna do. Run around yellin’ I’ve got a mustang it’ll do 80, you don’t have to be my baby. I’ve stirred my last batch of gravy. You don’t have to be my………………..baby.’

Sam watched as her as her body moved around, unable to stop what she was feeling, even though she knew she shouldn’t.

‘She’s on all our prayer lists. She’s on all our hearts. As for the Easter cantata, we don’t know who’ll sing her part.’

There wasn’t any one in the bar who wasn’t clapping. In fact there had been one or two wolf whistles. Daniel stood, hugging her as she moved back towards the table. Sam stayed seated, not feeling that the time was right to stand just yet and deffinately not wanting them to see how Shelley’s little dance had affected her.

‘God Shelley, I forgot what your voice sounded like. You’re the only one here who got to sing twice.’

‘Really?’ She asked.

Jack nodded.

‘Yeah. Tell her Carter.’ He said, turning back.

Shelley moved around the table, sitting on the only available seat next Sam. She placed her hand on her knee.

‘I haven’t sung for years.’ She said, taking a sip of her drink.

Sam stood quickly.

‘I err….I’m gonna get you some water. Much better for your throat than alcohol.’ She said, moving quickly towards the bar.

‘That was lucky.’ She thought to herself.

Sam watched her from the bar, revelling in her new glory. Her smile seemed to light up the whole bar. She kept seeing her dancing around the stage, taunting her.

‘What am I thinking?’

But Sam couldn’t stop looking at her. She looked so beautiful. Shelley flicked her hair back. Sam watched as it happened all most in slow motion. She had to stop looking at her like that. There was just some thing about her that she couldn’t figure out. She didn’t understand what was going on. All she knew was that she could never do any thing about it, could she?

Major Sam

Stargate SG1

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