Disclaimer: i don't own it, wish i did!
Spoilers: season 9/10 onwards
I guess it's not un-reasonable to expect to be the best, many people do… but sometimes the pressure gets to me. The constant expectation that I will find the "miracle cure" to solve the next problem that they throw at me, the general laziness of not thinking for themselves and him, his unwavering belief in me… that's what gets to me the most. I know I can do it, and to be honest if they tried to do it themselves I would just get annoyed. But for him to look at me expectantly waiting for some miracle idea, cure, relief or whatever gets to me. Does he expect me to come up with the same sort of cure for our "relationship"? I hope not. I can't think I can't do anything to resolve this situation! My dreams and my wishes come second to this job; the mistake I made with Pete was thinking that I could have a relationship outside of work. I didn't realise that there is no outside of work! This work is everything to me, it is me; my being is centralised around this. And im glad, I love what I do and I wouldn't change anything. Pete was a midlife crisis to show the world that I could and that I would. But now it's back to this, me and him no regulations, no bars on our relationship. I sigh and flick my pen idly across the table, its not like he's even here anymore he lives in Washington DC and im in the "new" sg-1. I miss him. I jump up and walk towards the mission briefing, I flick through the mission report and think about my upcoming speech, not looking where im going I bump into a very warm and familiar chest. "Whoa, Jesus Carter look where you're going" I look up and meet his dark brown eyes. I let the smile gradually build on my face, "Sorry, Jack". I walk of swaying my hips for effect, I've thought of the cure and by the look on his face when I said his name, he's downing this antidote gratefully.
Later I sit in my lab swaying in my chair listening to music through my earphones writing my thoughts down on my online journal, (without giving away any classified info) while pretending to do work. Truth is I finished my calibrations several hours ago, im just waiting to see whether he'll show. Sure enough he bounds into my lab, "Samantha, really what are you doing it's what 11 O'clock. And you're still here!" I smile and get up, "well jack, I didn't want to leave before I got a chance to say goodbye". I wonder over to him and jump on him. Surprised he catches me holding me in the marital position. I lean up and kiss him briefly on his cheek. I then attempt to get out of his arms. "No chance" he growls. He puts me on my feet and pulls me close, leaning down he kisses me slowly and gently, pulling back he rests his chin on my head. "I love you, you know that don't you", "yeah" I sigh and implement the final injection to my miracle cure "I love you too".