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"I thought the Air Force would have hired people to help you, Jack" grunted Daniel as he brought another box to Jack's empty dining room.
"They do" came the strained voice of newly promoted Major General Jack O'Neill "They're coming to take the boxes tomorrow. I just didn't want strangers doing the actually packing of all my stuff."
Daniel groused, "Fair enough, though it would be nice if your personal stuff wasn't so heavy!"
Jack dropped his own box with a thud. "I guess so. I didn't realize how much stuff I have." Jack looked around and ran a hand through his hair, "Where's Carter?"
"Colonel Carter is in the attic" Added Teal'c as he entered the room carrying another two boxes.
Jack took a moment, looking up and down at the weight Teal'c was carrying before murmering "Show Off." Teal'c lowered his burden and raised his eyebrow. O'Neill cleared his throat and clapped his hands together, "Alright kids, let's go bring Carter a beer!"
A few moments later the men all were climbing up the attic ladder, bottles precariously balanced when O'Neill suddenly stopped at the top of the ladder.
"Hey Jack! Keep going!" Called up Daniel and Jack had to take a moment to remind himself to move forward.
At the sound of Daniel's voice Sam had turned around from where she was sitting and caught sight of her former commanding officer momentarily frozen in place atop of the ladder. She locked eyes with him as he regained his senses and began to continue his way into the room. Jack tried to maintain eye contact with her but his gaze kept being drawn to the box by her feet and the note in her hand.
The box wasn't so much of a big deal, it was where he put any memorabilia from his time with the stargate program, some commendations and medals, the documentary video from a few years ago, some notes from General Hammond, his old SG-1 patch and a few other things that Jack wanted to keep. Sam was certainly more the cleared to see anything in there but there was just one thing he didn't want her to see and that one thing was sitting in her hand.
He knew she wouldn't have gone through his letters if she hadn't recognized the hand writing on the front, and she certainly would have recognized that handwriting; Jacob had a very familiar scrawl.