Serendipity

Disclaimer: I do not own Stargate SG1; if I did then I would definitely put forward a word to get the cast to read some of these fanfictions! It's a shame they never have time…

Summary – Sequel to the one shot "Addiction" - It was a moment of pure lust, more like an epiphany but everything has its consequences and now Sam Carter is left to ride the twilight zone between what they did and everything that could happen next. Sam/Jack

Authors Notes

-By the nice reaction I got for addiction I have decided to do a sequel although I am not promising much humor here, Angst is usually my forte so there might be more of that, along with Romance of course! I love the Sam/Jack pairing!

-I have a plan laid out for this but you know how things never go to plan! Lol! Hopefully you will enjoy all the twists and turns coming up. And I promise you a happy ending!

-as I said on my author's notes for addiction "doesn't it irritate you when you have like 2000 hits but only 2 reviews?" please review! I will love you forever if you do!

- Some parts of this fic may be innacturate

-Not much else to say apart from read on and I hope you enjoy it!

Chapter 1: Not a Trace

Sam gently eased into a conscious state but did not open her eyes, all she knew for a few blissful moments was comfort and contentment, even in a strange mid-state she also knew that opening her eyes would snatch this away before she could gasp. Rolling over she felt her hot skin occupy a cold space of the bed, this made her eyes snap open suddenly and the gasp escape her lips as realization hit her

'Jack?' she called out into the small room, there was no response, "of course there wouldn't be," she thought "he wasn't there, did she expect him to jump out from behind the dresser or something?" Unfortunately this light mannered statement posed more questions - where was he? Why did he go? Did last night happen at all or had her dreams suddenly turned X-rated? She looked down; she was covered by the standard military issue poor excuse for a blanket and could feel the scratchy material graze her skin. Usually she would use this room when she had been working into the early hours of the morning and couldn't be bothered to go home, on these nights she would often collapse fully clothed on top on the covers, sleep taking her as soon as she hit the pillows, she had never made a habit of sleeping under the covers and nudity in the middle of a military complex wasn't a favorite pastime either, she and Jack had definitely… trying not to think about how over her career would be if she was ever found out to have slept with her superior officer she swung her feet around to touch the floor and used the bedding that was currently in use to cover her on a dash across the room to grab clean clothes and snatch remains from last night off of the floor.

Well rested and fully clothed she ambled down to the commissary for breakfast; maybe she would see Colonel O'Neill there. Grabbing a bowl of oatmeal she cast around the room searching for any sign of O'Neill: nothing, all she saw was a room of SG staff chatting casually and Daniel sitting in the corner of the room reading through a file and munching on toast between sentences

'Mind if I sit here?' she asked approaching Daniel cautiously, for a moment he made no sign of acknowledgement but after placing the file down to butter another piece of toast he gestured to tell her the space was free

'Morning' he greeted, temporarily abandoning the file and looking up at Sam with a smile 'all nighter?'

Daniel's statement caught her just as she took a spoon of oatmeal, she jumped, dropped the spoon and by some miracle just managed to keep herself from spitting the oatmeal in Daniel's face

'Don't like oatmeal huh?' he said cocking one eyebrow at her reaction, with some difficulty she swallowed before laughing wryly

'Just biting of more than I can chew,' she smiled, thankful that Daniel couldn't read her mind, see past the sarcasm

'Well that is what SG1 tends to do…' he paused as if recalling fond memories before swinging back round to the previous topic 'I was up most of the night translating that text SG6 found on P4X-719

'Oh yeah?' she urged him to continue, as uninterested in the current topic as she was, she did not fancy the idea of fumbling around for an cover-up to what she had done last night, whatever her state of conscious-ness she knew "what was I doing last night? Oh I was just having a bit of adult fun with Colonel O'Neill" would not be a gracefully accepted statement

'Nothing interesting really, a lot of doodling on the most part I recon, but there is a small piece that mentions some stuff about the ancients…' Daniel continued talking about the translation until Sam's bowl left no trace of oatmeal

'Have you seen Jack this morning?' Sam asked suddenly, knowing she could make a quick escape as soon as he had replied

'No I haven't, I did hear Hammond saying something about him feeling unwell though so you might want to check the infirmary,'

'Thanks Daniel,' grabbing her bowl and spoon she left the table and was soon in the elevator on her way to the infirmary, hoping that Daniel wasn't going to ask her questions about their conversation later because for the first time in a million conversations she hadn't listened to a word of it…a bit like O'Neill.

'Has Colonel O'Neill been up here this morning?' Sam greeted Dr Frasier with a question

'Good Morning Sam, what can I help you with?' Janet ignored Sam's less than greeting and restarted the conversation in the hopes of a friendlier reply

'Has Colonel O'Neill been up here this morning?' Sam repeated, her turn to ignore the previous statement, Dr Frasier sighed

'No he hasn't I haven't seen him since yesterday afternoon,' Sam paused in thought, tapping her foot impatiently "damn he isn't here" deciding it was more productive to start work than trail around all day looking for Colonel O'Neill she thanked Janet for her input, resolved to call him later and left the infirmary, questions still circling in her mind.

That was a really short chapter I know but hopefully the next will be longer, that's the trouble with trying to write a decent story, there are all these foundations to build first, lol, on the bright side at least my house won't fall down when I get onto the exciting bit! ;o)

I am just itching to write more but my eyes itching with tiredness is probably the cause of that! Lol! Have to write more tomorrow. They have to do the "I guess we should talk about last night" bit soon! That always makes me laugh! Its such a cliché! But what the hell? foundations foundations!

Anyway, now my psychotic chipper-ness has stopped creeping you out… please read on! It gets better I promise! Oh and, like many writers, I prefer reviews before I stick another chapter up…please XD

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