A/N: I own nothing and all mistakes are mine. May be slightly AU. Enjoy, and please review.

Falling in love is awfully simple.

Falling out of love is simply awful.

Falling in love with your CO? Simply complicated.

Especially if your CO's name is Jack O'Neill.

Not that he's realised I'm interested in him that way. If he has, he certainly hasn't let on.

Janet said I should get over him and move on with my life. She also said that it's probably a good thing we're not together as given my recent history with men, he'd most likely end up dead anyway (hmm, maybe I will accept McKay's offer and go on a date with him…).

The worst part is that she's probably right.

Sometimes I think I've got Charlie Kawalsky as a guardian angel. I can so picture him in tights and firing love arrows into our butts.

Ok, bad image.

But anyway, I'm a strong woman; I fight space snakes on a daily basis. I should be able to resist an old Air Force officer with grey hair and a bad knee.

…Oh who am I kidding?

There's a bigger chance Teal'c will suddenly breaking into a disco inferno dance in the middle of the cafeteria than Jack – I mean O'Neill – and I ever getting together. Any romantic move I could make is an instant court-martial.

"Carter? Carter!" the Colonel clicked his fingers in front of my face, snapping me out of my train of thought.

"I'm sorry?"

"I said, are you gonna eat that?" he pointed to a slice of carrot on my plate.

I was fully intending to, but I couldn't stop my head from shaking no. I caught his eyes briefly. Dark brown, the colour of chocolate. I like chocolate.

Oh God, listen to me; I've turned into a blithering idiot.

I wonder what our children would look like?

Blonde with brown eyes?

Brunette with blue eyes?

Or maybe…

Wait. No. Stop. Don't even go there. Wishful thinking Sam.

"Something on your mind, Carter?" asked Col O'Neill.

"No," I said. I smiled when I saw he had cake all round his mouth. "You've got a bit of icing…" I pointed to his lips.

He licked the white icing off and looked at his watch.

"Gotta go, got a meeting with Hammond," he sighed. "See you later."

"See ya."

I remember when guys used to say that at school. I'd spend all night wondering if that by 'see' he meant he wanted see me again, and me alone.

Or that by 'see' he meant he never wanted to see me again, not ever.

Or by 'later' he meant soon.

By 'later' he meant in another lifetime.

By 'you' he meant me.

By 'you' he meant everyone that was there.

Or by 'you' he meant that girl I can't stand, the one that was standing right next to me at the time.

Luckily I have matured mentally since that time and know not to pay much attention to what people say. Just nod and smile and men'll be happy (Janet's philosophy, not mine).

He's been having a lot of meetings with the General lately. I wonder what they're about. Perhaps he's retiring.

Hmm, that would certainly be interesting...