Disclaimer: They're not mine... I just like to employ the power of wishful thinking in fanfic form:)
A/N: Edited to hopefully fit in with the events of Affinity.
Sam hoped that Jack was still in his office. She had no idea why her feet were taking her there but she had the feeling that what she was thinking of saying needed to be said. She cursed herself. Why did she make life so complicated? She knew that, no matter what the outcome, she was going to deeply hurt someone that she cared about.
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Jack rested his forehead on the steering wheel. His mind had been racing all day but now it was blank and empty. He was still sitting in his pickup in the Cheyenne Mountain car park. The keys were in the ignition but he hadn't touched them since he got into the driver's seat over a half hour before. He was only wearing a t-shirt; he had left his leather jacket in his office, but he was too upset to notice or care. He felt like there was a gaping hole inside him, where his heart had been ripped out. No matter how much he had prepared himself for this and tried to talk himself out of loving her, it had been hopeless.
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The office was dark and empty. Sam wasn't sure why she knocked on the door but she did anyway. After waiting a moment, she let herself in and turned on the light. It looked the same as ever; no Jack. His leather jacket was slung across the chair. Sam's heart skipped a beat hopefully. Maybe he would come back and get it. Perhaps he had only just left. She picked it up and decided to go and see if he was still in the car park when she felt a large bump in one of the pockets.
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Aside from the fact that she could never be his; the fact that someone as beautiful and intelligent as Sam had ended up engaged to a ding-dong like Pete really irritated Jack. He had come up with any number of foolish reasons as to how it might have happened; each one involving Sam being forced into the arrangement against her will. Pete had blackmailed her, threatened her, he was possessed by a Goa'uld... okay, you're really losing it now O'Neill... Why? Jack punched the steering wheel.
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Sam considered the action for a moment before looking in the pocket. Normally she would never do such a thing but she felt drawn to it for some reason, as though it belonged to her or something. What is with me today? Reaching into the pocket, she drew out a small velvet box and an envelope. Opening the box she saw a white gold ring, set with three sapphires. Sapphires were Sam's favourite stone... She looked at the gold solitaire ring that she was wearing on her left hand. She had always preferred silver... What was Jack doing with an engagement ring? Why was the thought making her jealous? The envelope wasn't sealed or addressed so she opened it. Jack's resignation... it was dated two weeks ago. The day that she had told him Pete had proposed... Oh Jack...
A/N: Yes, I did write this story just for the sake of calling Pete a ding-dong:) I'm not sure what people will think of it... (I actually haven't seen Affinity... sinful!) If you think I should continue it somehow, please let me know...