TRUST
Eyes were not to be trusted.
Samantha Carter had learnt that long ago. Things are rarely as they seem. She knew this had to do with her scientific background for the most part, but would not deny that the life she experienced only gave credence to her perception.
Seeing really was *not* believing.
So Sam didn't believe her eyes when he pulled her away from the crowd, effectively ending their evening walk; didn't believe them when she saw the ring he held between his fingers; still didn't believe those eyes of hers when the fourth of July fireworks exploded in the background completing the perfect, if not surreal scene unfolding before her.
The rest was fuzzy.
Maybe because of the unexpected tears that welled up in her treacherous eyes. Perhaps it was the pounding of her heart that had changed the rhythm of the blood running in her veins, diverting it from her brain; or maybe it was just the fact that Jack O'Neill was there before her, asking her to be his wife.
No.
Eyes could not be trusted, but the heart, the heart was totally different, and Sam trusted hers. She trusted it to this man, not of her dreams, but of her reality and she proved it as she told him.
"Yes."
End.