Title: They're Gonna Make It

Pairing: Sam/Jack (No, actually, I decided to write a Sam/Daniel story for a change… just kidding!)

Season: Valentine's day during season 9

Spoilers: Urm, maybe little one for season 5 'Ascension' and anything to do with Sam's personal life post-season 6.

Disclaimer: Neither Samantha Carter nor Jack O'Neill, nor Carter's Volvo belong to me. If they did they'd be married with two kids by now! All characters belong to the guys who own Stargate SG-1.

A/N: This isn't my first fanfic (in fact one of my first pieces started out as a piece of GCSE English coursework) but it's my first for about two years.

The title's a play on the title of a Garth Brooks song 'She's Gonna Make It'. Just so you know, this ISN'T A SONGFIC and really has nothing to do with the song apart from the fact that I've been listening to Garth Brooks songs whilst writing it. Enjoy!

Sam slammed the door of her Volvo unusually hard and glared at the loud bang it made in protest. Valentine's Day. Possibly THE worst date on the calendar, especially since it had been a year since she had returned the ring and she was alone.

It's not like it's anything new, Sam, she told herself, when was the last time, pre-Pete, that you actually had a valentine? Jonas, perhaps? Forget about it. Only another five hours and then it's over for another year. And, if that's too long to wait, her inner voice mused, there's always that nice large bottle of wine in your fridge!

Sighing to herself loudly Sam walked up her path and slumped up the steps to her front door. And paused. Sitting on the doorstep was one lonely orange rose. Staring at the offending rose, Sam bent down to retrieve it when she noticed a small envelope sitting next to the rose with her name on it. Intrigued, Sam slowly withdrew a card from the envelope and, printed on it in black (Times New Roman font, italic, size 14 she noted idly), was the following:

Orange is for your enthusiasm for science

and the fascination with which your eyes sparkle

when you discover something new

How strange? She thought as she glanced around to see if the sender was still lurking around. No such luck. She quickly opened her front door and shut it firmly behind her. Letting her shoulders sag, Sam threw her keys onto the table next to the door and hung up her coat, reaching up to support her neck as she rolled it from side to side. Man, I feel so tense, she thought as she headed to the kitchen to make herself a mug of Teal'c's highly recommended green tea. She came to an abrupt stop when she noticed another familiar (baby pink) object resting innocently on the kitchen counter accompanied by another envelope. OK, how did you get in here? She wondered as she extracted the card. It read:

Pink is for the grace that surrounds you, day and night

Pink is for the admiration I've had for you since the day we met

Still in that black type that is recognised the world over, offering no clue as to the sender. Deciding to forgo the tea, Sam marched into her lounge only to be greeted by another rose. This time it was sunflower yellow.

Yellow is for our friendship that I cherish every day of my life

Yellow is to tell you "I care"

This is crazy, she thought to herself, who could possibly have left these here? It couldn't be that Orlin is back, could it? Throwing that idea out of her head immediately she decided to search for more clues. Spinning on her heels, Sam headed into her hallway where yet another (burgundy) rose was pinned to the mirror hanging from the wall:

Burgundy is for your blinding unconscious beauty

(Yes, trust me, you have it in spades!)

Sam gasped. I don't know who these are from but I like the
m already! She mused before heading back to the lounge in search of the next one. She found it in all its lavender glory lying on top of her fireplace mantle next to a photograph of her team:

Lavender is for the moment I fell in love at first sight

Yeah, you're certainly not the first or the only, Sam thought as a nervous laugh escaped her lips. Glancing around, finally satisfied that there were no more in the lounge, Sam opened the double sliding doors to her dining room where, lo and behold, a white rose lay on the tabletop. Hmmm… maybe I should have these envelopes fingerprinted she thought as she opened the, what was this, the sixth:

White is the for the secrecy you live in every day

White is for your intelligent wit and (occasional) sarcasm

Smiling, Sam found that last comment particularly amusing. Well, I did learn from the best, she thought, feeling a sudden onset of guilt. Where the hell did that come from? She wondered. Pushing it to one side, she continued her search. The next rose appeared on her alphabetised bookcase under the 'Y' section. It was post-it yellow with red-rimmed petals:

Red & Yellow are for friendship turning to something more

Amen to that! When you think everything's going fine life throws you a curveball, she mused, and then decided to squash that particular train of thought. Sooooooo not going there! Sam glanced around but she could see no more scented gifts. There was only one place to look. Her bedroom. Taking a deep breath, Sam slowly opened her bedroom door, half expecting there to be a person on the other side. If she was being honest she was hoping for one particular person but in this case honesty was never the best policy. It was a cliché but there it was in all its spectacular glory. Sure enough, there on the bedspread lay a coral coloured rose:

Coral is for desire;

I desire you more than anything in this world,

mind, body and soul

At that her heart began to pound in her chest. My God, she tho
ught, what could I possibly say in response to that? Thank you? Wow.

The next rose lay upon her dressing table in a small glass teardrop-shaped vase. Being deep pink it was a stark contrast to the cream and white surroundings:

Pink is to say "Thank you" – don't ask what for, you need no answer

Huh? That was a surprise. Give me a clue, here. Sam couldn't help but wonder how they knew what she was thinking. Is it me, or is getting hot in here? She thought before removing her sweater to reveal a tight-fitting tank top and flinging the sweater on the bed. Two roses lay on her bedside table. One red, one white:

Red and white is the unity of me and you,

If you'll have me, that is ;)

The smiley face made her pause. Hmmm… reminds me of someone, Sam thought. By this point, Sam was holding eleven roses in her arms. One thing I did learn from Pete is that there are always twelve roses but there are none here so what gives? She'd run out of places to look, her house wasn't that large after all. Unless… it was only then that Sam noticed that her bathroom door was closed. Strange, I never shut that door, she said out loud as she crept towards it. Slowly Sam turned the handle and pushed open the door to reveal a candlelit steaming bathtub surrounded by thousands of red and pink rose petals. On the side of the bath was a glass of champagne, a single red rose and the final envelope. With trembling hands Sam slowly lifted the envelope and turned it in her hands. Sliding the final card from its blank casing, she read it as a single tear slid down her cheek:

Red means "I Love You" … P.T.O.

Turning the card, Sam's breath caught in her throat as she read the last three hand written words:

… always,

Jack O'Neill

A/N: I hope you liked it. I know it's a little early but blame it on Garth Brooks, I couldn't resist! If you did like it then please let me know, I live for reviews!