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Ever found yourself having a conversation with your conscience as you try and figure your life out?
Conversations of the Conscience
Fingertips drummed on the counter top
Blue eyes searched the half full wine glass for answers
The phone lay in wait for her to deliver her verdict
She sighed and half spun in her chair, facing the dining room window
Looking into the big wide world
Her foot tapped on the rung of the stool she sat upon
Words poured endlessly through her mind
Sam tried to figure them all out
The pros and cons were starting to weigh heavily on her shoulders
It was another day when she wished Janet was still around to talk too
She stood and paced the floor
As if this could make some sense of the situation
She found herself in the hall seeking for another venue to mull and muse
The couch looked like a comfortable thinking place
Lying down she closed her eyes and tried to clear her mind
'This is big' she told herself 'Very big'
"Well actually its not that big" said a silent voice inside her head
"Isn't this what you always wanted?"
'Yes' said Sam aloud, 'Isn't this what I always wanted?'
"That was my question" replied the voice
'What kind of answer is, I'll get back to you'
"You tell me?"
'God how stupid is that? What was I thinking?'
"Indeed, what were you thinking?"
'I was thinking, Oh My God we're actually going to go through with this
that's what I was thinking'
"Why the sudden panic"
'Because nine years of repressed feelings means this is Huge'
"Well don't you think he'd thought of that, he still asked"
'Yeah I know, and I blew him off'
"No you told him you'd get back to him"
'Same thing isn't it'
"Why are you afraid"
'I'm not afraid'
"Are too"
'Am not'
"Are too"
'So what if I am?'
"Probably makes sense that he's probably scared too"
'I doubt Jack O'Neill gets this kind of scared'
"Who are you trying to kid? Jack O'Neill doesn't do emotions easily"
'Got that right, don't think I do either'
"So what's the problem, your both inane in the emotions department, a date would be very interesting"
'It's Jack"
"Yup, The Colonel slash General slash joker of the pack slash head over heels in love with you guy"
'Is he in love with me?'
"As much as you are with him"
'Wow this is bigger than I thought'
Sam raised her hands to her face, as if to shield herself away from the thoughts
Why was this so hard, just call him and say...
"Anything, say yes, say come over, say I was thinking..."
'I was thinking...so I was thinking...' said Sam to herself 'God that sounds so...'
Sam was shook from her thoughts and pondering as the doorbell rang
She sighed and put the conversation to herself on hold as she headed for the front door.
Opening the door she stared for a long moment and stepped back in dubious surprise.
"Hi" said Jack almost sheepishly
"Hi" replied Sam
"You know...I was thinking" started Jack there was a glint in his eye as if he had a plan
"Yeah me too" replied Sam, before throwing caution to the wind, reaching out a hand, grabbing a fistful of leather and yanking hard.
Once confined inside the hall
Door shut to the prying eyes and lips locked serenely to Jacks
Sam threw cautions and concerns to the wind
They had a lot to talk about
But after nine years of waiting, they could surely put it off for another night
The End