Title: Sad Little Valentine

Author: Kelli

Summary: Sam thinks about her past Valentines Days realizing just why she's a sad little Valentine.

Warnings: Not betaed and this is my first attempt at writing in the first person so be nice.

Disclaimer: Not mine, I'm just borrowing them for a while, I'll put them back when the Muse runs out.

I've hated Valentines Day ever since I was a child. In grade school my Valentine box was usually empty or contained only one or two of those stupid little cards, because more often than not, I was the new girl in school and my name was left off the class list sent home. Also I never had many friends, I was too smart for my own good when I was younger. I couldn't see it then, but I see it all to clearly now.

When I got older and entered high school all the other girls would be at the Valentines Dance and I was sitting at home watching reruns of Gilligan's Island with my dad. If anyone had asked me I would have told them that I was too busy studying or working on an project for extra credit to go on dates, but the truth was that no one asked and I- Well let's say I missed my mother the most on those lonely evenings. She would have helped me find the courage to ask the cute boy in my advance algebra class.

College was slightly better. I dated a few times and even had a smattering of nice Valentines Days, until I found my boyfriend had stolen my thesis idea and half my paper so he could submit it before me. That put the nail in my dating coffin for the rest of those years.

Then there was Jonas Hanson, but I won't even go there. That was a unmitigated disaster from day one. I look back now and it's all so clear, yet at the time I thought it was all me. To me it always was. I was too stupid to get out and I almost ended up dead, twice because of that one.

Now I'm thirty something and a successful woman in every way except a personal life, I truly am a sad little Valentine, and I don't think it'll ever change.

Everyman over the last six years or so that I have been remotely attracted to, has died or is off limits. So having nothing better to do, I'm drowning my sorrow in a extra large bag of Mini Eggs (thank goodness that I did have to do this on Valentines chocolates) and a diet coke, (no alcohol I have to be at the SGC for a mission and I don't do 0800 with a hangover very well) when there is a knock at my door.

Stashing the almost empty bag behind the couch, I head to the door, only to pause to check my reflection in the mirror. Maybe it's the cute guy I pass while running some mornings, he could have tracked me down some how. Pasting a smile on my face just in case, I open the door to find Daniel standing on the doorstep holding a fist full of battered daisies wearing a suit and tie.

He shuffles his feet nervously and clears his throat a few times. I just stand there unsure what to say. A few weeks ago when we found Daniel alive he'd asked me if there was anything ever between us. I'd told him no of course, because there never had been, not really. I can't say that I never wondered, but who would Daniel Jackson a good looking man. Beside he alone might have been immune to my curse since he seemed to have his own, two of them really. His loved get snaked and he dies at the drop of a hat only to somehow come back to life in the end.

We stare stupidly at each other for a few minutes until he hands me the flowers. "I uh," Daniel stops and I can tell he's trying to put the words together. It's sad to see him struggle. He used to be so elegant with them, but now the words don't seem to flow like they did before Kelowna.

"Sam?" I look up realizing I was lost in thought for a moment.

I smile sheepishly. "Sorry what did you say?"

"I heard you and Janet talking about Valentines Day earlier today and I thought that I would take you out tonight. That is if you don't have plans? I have no memory of dating and I thought this might be a way to break the ice." He shrugs. "So what do you say, Sam. Are you up for a evening of dinner and dancing?"

A huge smile breaks out on my face. "I'd love to Daniel, just let me get changed. Make yourself at home."

I race into my bedroom and grab something out of my closet and put it on. I do my hair and makeup in record time. The thing that takes me the longest is to track down my other high heel. I finally find it under my bed with the over abundant dust bunnies.

Drawing a deep breath I step out into the living room. Daniel turns and sucks in a sharp breath. "You clean up beautifully Capitan Doctor."

Loving the use of the old nickname, I slip into my coat as he holds it for me and then tuck my hand into the crook of his arm. As my door closed behind us, I wonder what possibility the night holds.

Let me know what you thought of it, pretty please I'm suffering from review withdrawals. :0)