A/N Hi! I wrote a story, "First Chapter" a few years ago. I always wanted to do a follow up but never seemed to be able to get around to fleshing it out. I finally have and this is the result. You don't need to read all of "First Chapter" to understand this, but reading Chapter 3 of that story would be hugely helpful in giving you context for this one. Everything is written out, I'm just editing so hope to upload 1-2 chapters a day for about 2 weeks. As always, all recognizable characters are not mine and I am thankful to borrow them and their world!
I hope you enjoy the adventure!
Crouched over the disassembled pieces of her motorcycle Sam had seen the nondescript sedan driving slowly down the street twice so she was already on a heightened sense of alert when she saw the man walking up behind her.
She tracked his progress in the chrome reflection as she casually put down the screw driver and picked up the heavy wrench. The man took a deep breath and she quickly calculated the time needed to reach and dial the phone and reminded herself that she should call Daniel because it was 9:00 and Teal'c and Cam were likely sparring at the moment.
She tensed as the man came to a stop directly behind her.
"Excuse me, miss?"
She let out a breath and relaxed her grip on the wrench as she slowly turned around. The man appeared to be in his early 50's and average fitness; a quick assessment told Sam she could easily over take him. Not that it appeared to matter as he was nervously shifting his weight and his fingers were fidgeting with a worn manila folder in his hands.
She let go of the wrench completely as she wondered if she had been working too long if she was this on edge in her own driveway. (The memory of a van outside her gym quickly reminded her there was no such thing as too careful.) Still, she stood empty handed and turned to greet the stranger. From the looks of it he was probably just lost.
"Um, hi, I'm looking for Jack O'Neill..."
Then again, maybe he wasn't.