We're Okay, Right?

Disclaimer: Nope don't own them, won't ever, stop nagging me about that… It depresses me.

Rating: G.. I think.. yeah, totally G..

Warning: This is a SJ story.. If you don't like the pairing,.. then just piss off instead of sulking about it..

A/N: Okay, So I just though they brushed the events of Point of View, far too quickly under the table. I mean the look on Sam's face when Jack and her alternate kissed. I mean come on.. There's no way in hell they just could have shoved that under the table, along with all the other ridiculous things they shoved under the table and labelled as, "Things we never mention or acknowledge again" I just felt highly unsatisfied with the ending.. and I'm not sure if this is going to be a one shot or an AU story, because I just suck at finishing stories.. But I just had to write this. Yeah at 3:58 in the morning.. I know I'm crazy, but it seems my muse only swings by on the most ridiculous hours of the day.. Enjoy!


With a soft swishing sound the clear reflection of the long haired Samantha disappeared and Sam found herself looking back at her short haired, clad in military issued BDU, self. Her eyes wide with confusion as images of her alternate and the Colonel forced it's way into her brain, revisiting the moment of seconds before.

"I want this thing destroyed immediately. I don't care what it's made of. Some lines are just not meant to be crossed ever again."

She vaguely registered the General's words as her confused eyes travelled up to the upper corner of the mirror, brown eyes were softly studying her expression and noting her crumbling walls.

"Excuse me, Sir."

She managed to get out, turning away from the mirror, highly intend on leaving the room. Feeling the need for some welcomed privacy after the disturbing façade of what had just happened swallowed her consciousness whole.

But her words and discomfort went unnoticed by the General as well as Daniel. Who by then had assumed a face of pure disbelieve.

"General you can't do that. This artefact is worth a fortune of knowledge, there's so much we can learn from it."

Sam briefly acknowledged Daniel's protest as a small buzzing sound took hold of her hearing and a slight panicking feeling washed over her body like a cold wind. She could feel the stare of the Colonel burn on her back as his unvoiced words remained present, while Daniel pleaded his case with the General.

"Dr. Jackson we cannot have a situation like this compromise the base again. The risks are far too great."

Silently leaving the room, Sam let out a shaky sigh. She had to pull herself together. It was not like she hadn't been in more emotionally depriving situations before. This situation had merely scratched the surface of far more draining moments she had been through since she started working for the SGC.

"I realize it's risky, but aren't you willing…"

Daniel's words disappeared behind the next corridor that came into view. And Sam's pace slightly increased as a claustrophobic need for isolation temporarily filled her mind.

What had he been thinking? Right in front of her.

She hastily shook her head not noticing the airman she stumbled into as she desperately reached the elevator. She gave him an apologetic look and slammed the button, urging the red elevator light to swish off and the doors to swing open.

He'd welled hope in her being. False hope she was certain. He'd kissed Samantha, her alternate, out of pity. She was sure he had. Nonetheless, hope had welled inside her and she cursed herself for such foolish feelings. He did not look at her in that way. She knew that much. And she did not dare dwell on the thought either, she needed to focus on her work.

Their next mission briefing was coming around the corner soon. And it had already been rescheduled due to these familiar visitors. Yes, they'd seem familiar in every aspect possible, but those aspects had been nothing more than a well hidden deception.

The elevator doors smoothly swished open and Sam looked up, the movement causing all of her musings to fly from her mind.

She slowly got into the empty cart, raking a hand over her face. She was not going to give into these feelings, Samantha Carter did not present her emotions on a silver platter. And unlike her alternate, she would not show a raw sense of lose when in the presence of her CO. She would not show any kind of emotion.

The grey sombre doors moved to close. And Sam didn't caught the movement of the firm hand that withheld the elevator from moving up to the level where the solitude of her lab could help her sort out her confusion.

In fact she only moved her head up when the sound of her CO's voice caught her attention.

"Where's the fire, Major?"

"Sir?" She spoke. Wanting nothing more than to escape the daunting eyes of her superior officer as the elevator doors closed shut behind him.

"You left in such a hurry, you could have made a whirlwind blush."

A haunting smile crossed her face as she acknowledged his attempt at a light hearted conversation. And although at any other day she would have welcomed his way of lightening uptight moods. At the moment she only wished to get as far from him as the confined corners of the base complex would allow her to get.

"I forgot I'd left something important in my lab." She lied. Wishing she'd come up with something better as the disbelieving gaze of the Colonel bore into the debts of her blue eyes.

He slowly turned away from her, nodding slightly as he studied the grey doors in front of him.

Sam welcomed the few seconds of silence he'd chosen to fall in. Although the uncomfortable atmosphere lay heavy in the air, talking seemed far more awkward than the silence she now had to endure.

"Listen, Carter." His voice sounded serious as he sought out her eyes. And she swallowed as she saw a brief glimmer of concern in his brown gaze. Concern for a friend. That's right, Sam. A friend.

"Is everything okay between us?" His eyes begged for some kind of acknowledgement.

"I mean, is this going to form any problems between us?"

"I don't know what you're referring to, sir. You merely comforted a grieving person, I probably would have done the same in your position." She stonily replied.

Not letting her emotions control her. She was acting like some adolescent kid. She had to get over it. Move on. It was nothing, just a stupid kiss, and technically it hadn't even been her. Yes, this person shared exactly the same DNA, the same parents, brother, hell their childhoods probably had been very similair. But it hadn't been her. Because what had made that person different from her were the choices she had made in her life that finally proved who she really was.

"I see." The Colonel softly replied, balancing up and down on the balls of his feet to hide the discomfort he felt gnawing at his untrained abilities to show any kind of openly affection.

"So, we're okay, right?" His need for confirmation brought a smile to Sam's lips. Even through the haze of confusion and doubt he always managed to pull her out of the most devastating fits of a crisis and made her laugh, if only for an instant of something as short as a split second.

Sam sighed. And turned her eyes to him, slowly nodding as the elevator announced her arrival, and the heavy doors swished open.

"Yes, sir."

She turned away, exiting the lift. His eyes on her retreating form. And he knew they were anything but even the slightest bit okay.