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DISCLAIMER!! I don't own Stargate, because if I did, whoa boy! Beware! :)
Also, I got the journal entry idea from another person on FanFiction.
Summary: Sam's finally decided to start a journal, and she starts it off with "Dear Jack".
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Dear Jack
Sam sat down at her desk, and pulled out an expensive leather-bound book. The spine cracked as she opened it, and the scent of pages that had never been written on, wafted to her nose. She cracked her knuckles and grabbed a pen. She glanced at the clock, noticing that she had hours to burn.
She didn't know where to start, but began with the only heading she could think of:
"Dear Jack,
Funny how I decided to call you Jack. I guess that I think if I call you Jack, it'll be like I'm talking to the real Jack, and that I'm telling him my true feelings without actually looking at him.
*sigh*
I feel like a teen again, writing in a journal, but what the heck? It's not like anybody is going to read it. For some reason I feel compelled to write down all my dreams, starting with whom I'm going to get married to.
Jack. Jack O'Neil.
I'm almost positive that I'm going to marry him. We're gonna live in his house, and we're gonna have three kids, a brand-new car (we're getting rid of Jack's truck, it's just TOO small!) and.....
What AM I talking about?!
I don't even know for sure if Jack loves me. But I feel his love, every time he looks at me, I know he wants to kiss me, or hug me.
Can I tell you something? I guess I can, it's not like you're going to blab my secrets like Janet does to Daniel ALL the time.
At Jack's Christmas party last, after everyone left, and after I helped him clean up the kitchen, you know what? I never came home that night.
Yup. I stayed at Jack's place, in his arms, all night.
In his bed.
Of course we can't tell anybody. It's bad enough that we kissed! I just pray that NO ONE ever finds this journal because if they do, Jack and I can be court-marshaled all the way to hell.
And then where would our relationship be? No where.
*sigh*
Sometimes I wish I was a citizen like Daniel, then I could be with Jack ALL I wanted, and no one would ever get me in trouble.
Take that, you damn regulations.
Wanna know something else? I met my alternate reality Sam one time at the SGC, and she was MARRIED, MARRIED to Jack; well, her Jack at least. She had a picture of them on their wedding day, and when she went back, she forgot to take the picture with her. You know what? I have it hanging up in my bedroom in a frame, right above where I sleep. Jack doesn't even know that.
Sometimes I take the picture out, and kiss it as many times as I can.
*sigh*
Ah, well. He'll retire some day. I'm not going to retire, or.... maybe I will. If I retire, does that mean Jack'll ask me to marry him? Maybe it does... hmmm .... I think I have something to talk to General Hammond about."
Sam glanced up at the clock.
Damn, I have to go. I guess I can bring my journal with me so I can finish my entry, she thought.
"I have to go, but I'll write later. I just hope sincerely that Jack doesn't find you on my desk, because he's FOREVER snooping (but he looks so cute when I catch him!) and I would be mortally embarrassed if he wrote an answer back!
Sincerely with all my love,
Sammie"
Sam rushed to the SGC, and left her journal on her desk. As she had predicted, Jack sauntered in and snooped through her belongings, of course, finding her journal. Her read the entry, smiled, and picked up a pen.
It was 3 am the next morning when Sam next stepped into her office. She ran to her desk, praying with all her heart that Jack hadn't found and read her journal.
At first glance, all looked fine. Sam sighed. Then, she turned the page. Her heart jumped into her throat, for there on the blank page opposite her last entry, was writing in the big, bold, manly script of Colonel Jack O'Neil:
"Hey Carter,
Love ya too!
*Sincerely with love*
Jack
P.S. we're not getting rid of my truck! :)
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Hope you loved it! Review, Review, Review! I MIGHT do a sequel with Jack's journal!
DISCLAIMER!! I don't own Stargate, because if I did, whoa boy! Beware! :)
Also, I got the journal entry idea from another person on FanFiction.
Summary: Sam's finally decided to start a journal, and she starts it off with "Dear Jack".
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Dear Jack
Sam sat down at her desk, and pulled out an expensive leather-bound book. The spine cracked as she opened it, and the scent of pages that had never been written on, wafted to her nose. She cracked her knuckles and grabbed a pen. She glanced at the clock, noticing that she had hours to burn.
She didn't know where to start, but began with the only heading she could think of:
"Dear Jack,
Funny how I decided to call you Jack. I guess that I think if I call you Jack, it'll be like I'm talking to the real Jack, and that I'm telling him my true feelings without actually looking at him.
*sigh*
I feel like a teen again, writing in a journal, but what the heck? It's not like anybody is going to read it. For some reason I feel compelled to write down all my dreams, starting with whom I'm going to get married to.
Jack. Jack O'Neil.
I'm almost positive that I'm going to marry him. We're gonna live in his house, and we're gonna have three kids, a brand-new car (we're getting rid of Jack's truck, it's just TOO small!) and.....
What AM I talking about?!
I don't even know for sure if Jack loves me. But I feel his love, every time he looks at me, I know he wants to kiss me, or hug me.
Can I tell you something? I guess I can, it's not like you're going to blab my secrets like Janet does to Daniel ALL the time.
At Jack's Christmas party last, after everyone left, and after I helped him clean up the kitchen, you know what? I never came home that night.
Yup. I stayed at Jack's place, in his arms, all night.
In his bed.
Of course we can't tell anybody. It's bad enough that we kissed! I just pray that NO ONE ever finds this journal because if they do, Jack and I can be court-marshaled all the way to hell.
And then where would our relationship be? No where.
*sigh*
Sometimes I wish I was a citizen like Daniel, then I could be with Jack ALL I wanted, and no one would ever get me in trouble.
Take that, you damn regulations.
Wanna know something else? I met my alternate reality Sam one time at the SGC, and she was MARRIED, MARRIED to Jack; well, her Jack at least. She had a picture of them on their wedding day, and when she went back, she forgot to take the picture with her. You know what? I have it hanging up in my bedroom in a frame, right above where I sleep. Jack doesn't even know that.
Sometimes I take the picture out, and kiss it as many times as I can.
*sigh*
Ah, well. He'll retire some day. I'm not going to retire, or.... maybe I will. If I retire, does that mean Jack'll ask me to marry him? Maybe it does... hmmm .... I think I have something to talk to General Hammond about."
Sam glanced up at the clock.
Damn, I have to go. I guess I can bring my journal with me so I can finish my entry, she thought.
"I have to go, but I'll write later. I just hope sincerely that Jack doesn't find you on my desk, because he's FOREVER snooping (but he looks so cute when I catch him!) and I would be mortally embarrassed if he wrote an answer back!
Sincerely with all my love,
Sammie"
Sam rushed to the SGC, and left her journal on her desk. As she had predicted, Jack sauntered in and snooped through her belongings, of course, finding her journal. Her read the entry, smiled, and picked up a pen.
It was 3 am the next morning when Sam next stepped into her office. She ran to her desk, praying with all her heart that Jack hadn't found and read her journal.
At first glance, all looked fine. Sam sighed. Then, she turned the page. Her heart jumped into her throat, for there on the blank page opposite her last entry, was writing in the big, bold, manly script of Colonel Jack O'Neil:
"Hey Carter,
Love ya too!
*Sincerely with love*
Jack
P.S. we're not getting rid of my truck! :)
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Hope you loved it! Review, Review, Review! I MIGHT do a sequel with Jack's journal!