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Spoilers: Ermm kind of AU so hard to tell. Anything before the Quest is fair game I guess.
Prologue
The young woman walked quickly through the halls of the SGC. The sound of her black pumps echoed throughout the hall. She smiled politely as she passed an SF, but the smile didn't quite reach her eyes. She was so exhausted.
She reached the door to her quarters and unlocked it. As soon as she got inside she sagged against the door, barely able to stay on her feet any longer. Tiredly she dragged herself over to the adjoining bathroom. While she was washing her hands she looked up into the mirror. Her own blue eyes stared back at her but nothing else about her reflection looked familiar.
The makeup she'd put on when she'd gotten up almost 43 hours ago had long since disappeared and her face looked pale and sickly in its absence. She tried thinking back to the last time she'd gotten more than three hours of sleep, but couldn't recall. For the last several weeks her work had seemed to be never-ending.
The door to her quarters opened and closed and she heard the sound of military issue boots being kicked into the corner. Take off your shoes before you come in the house. She laughed quietly that even here, where there was no carpeting to be ruined, he followed her crazy, neat-freak rules.
A few seconds later she felt his strong arms wrap around her waist and he gently kissed her neck. "You're freezing," he murmured in her ear while playing with the end of her long blonde braid.
"Mmmhmm," she answered, not quite capable of replying properly. "What are you doing here?" she asked somewhat suspiciously. It was so rare that they were both free at the same time.
"I heard you were taking a break so I snuck away when they weren't looking." He turned her around and lowered his mouth to hers. The kiss started slow and gentle, but his tongue pressed against her lips begging for admittance, which it was quickly granted, turning the kiss much more passionate. The combined effects of exhaustion and pleasure were too much, and she felt her knees giving out under her. He sensed the shift in her weight and in one swift movement he scooped her into his arms and carried her to the bed.
He laid her down on the bed, lowering himself onto her gently balancing his own weight. She reveled in the feel of his body against hers. Their stolen moments had become so few and far between that she treasured each and every second. He reached for the buttons on her blouse as he slowly kissed a line down her jaw to her neck. She reached for the edge of his T-shirt and began to pull it loose, desperate for the feel of his flesh against hers. He'd finally succeeded in removing her blouse and begun to lay soft kisses across her smooth stomach . . .
"DR O'NEILL TO THE INFIMIRY! DR. O'NEILL TO THE INFIRMIRY IMMEDIATELY!"
The woman groaned and threw her head back against the pillow. "Apparently, I'm needed immediately," she said with a smirk.
"They mean ten minutes," her lover informed her flippantly.
"Well, I happen to like my job," she commented as she pulled herself into a sitting position, while pushing him off of her and fastening the buttons of her shirt.
"I don't like your job," he complained. She kissed him lightly and continued to fix her now mussed braid. As she reached for the door she looked back at him. He sat on the bed pulling his boots back on. It struck her how incredibly lucky she was to be his fiancée.
"Do you think things will ever be normal-ish again?" she whispered quietly. He looked up startled by her blunt question.
He sighed. "I don't know Kate. I just don't know."