"So how are the interrogations coming?" Sighing Sam Carter looked up from her coffee.
"You have to ask? Look, I know you've been monitoring the investigation. I also know you think we're wasting our time."
"No. No, I never said that...not in so many words." Sam looked at her friend Malcolm Barrett and smiled. "Look, you guys are fighting the war out there, right? We're fighting it down here. Believe me, it's a war. Do you remember two years ago when the Goa'uld almost took over the Russian government? Do you want to see that happen again?"
"Of course not-"
"Then help me." Sam looked at Malcolm with, what she hoped was a friendly smile. "Malcolm, it's not like we're going to keep the Ba'al's here forever. Just give us a couple of days, and then you can come in and-"
"Couple of days-no." Slamming his hand down on the table Malcolm continued. "This is way too important!" The people around their table turned to look.
"Are you all-right?"
"This is about us, isn't it?"
"Excuse me?"
"This is about us. We obviously have unresolved issues."
"Ok -You're my friend, and I care about you, but don't push it." Shaking her head in disbelief, Sam watched Malcolm's retreating back.
"It's him isn't it Sam?" He turned around, the people in the commissary watched on.
"It's who Malcolm."
"Don't it's who me Sam. You know damn well who I'm talking about. You running off with that man. How would your dad feel having a son-in-law nearly as old as him?" Sharp intakes of breath were heard.
"Leave now Malcolm, go and cool off." Shaking his head Malcolm stalked out the commissary.
Sam sat down next to her former CO Jack O'Neill. "He doesn't like you, you know." She rested her head on his shoulder. "He thinks you're too old for me, yelled something about you being old enough to be my father."
Jack put his arms around her waist and pulled her into him. "Hmm, I really hate to say it…but….I told you so." He couldn't help but sound proud.
"You told me so what?"
"I told you so, that Malcolm Barrett is a pain in the nikta." Sam looked up at Jack and laughed.
"Since when do you use Goa'uld to insult people?"
"Since younger men hit on my…what are you again?" Sam looked up at Jack again, looking like a child who had chocolate. Placing a kiss on his chin, she snuggled back down.
"Wife, Jack."
