A/N: I've had some of these written for a while now but I didn't really know what I wanted to do with them so never posted...hope they're alright! This is going to be a series of drabbles of moments in Jack and Sam's history.
Disclaimer: I am not rich, I do not own any TV programmes and I have never met RDA...unfortunately....
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She was honestly terrified. Not because she was in any way doubtful of her skills as a soldier, an astrophysicist...a woman. She had spent most of her life proving to others that she could make something brilliant of herself and she had almost never doubted her abilities.
And yet, there she stood, her palms sweaty, her heart racing at a million beats a minute, her skin glistening slightly and her left foot tapping gentle but insistent beats on the concrete floor.
All this because she was meeting Colonel Jonathan O'Neill. A man, only a man. But one that she had heard endless stories about on late night outings with her friends and fellow soldiers. The stories had all been ones of praising glory; covert missions that had relentlessly forced the hasty retreat of enemy combatants, well-planned operations that had gained notoriety for their skilfulness and precision, text-book styled mission plans that were now widely used in training lectures across the academies. Samantha Carter had no qualms with admitting her intimidation at the notion that she was about to meet the man that some had often associated with legend.
"They're ready for you, Ma'am"
Looking up, she promptly stood, brushing her skirt down at the same time.
"Thank-you Sergeant"
Inhaling deeply and slowly allowing her shaking hands to calm, she began the short walk to the meeting room.
As she approached, she saw the downturned head of a Colonel and his outstretched arm as he wrote something on what she assumed was his mission report.
Quietly standing at the door, she heard him say "Where's he transferring from?"
No time like the present then, she thought. "She is transferring from the Pentagon"
Approaching him, she wondered why she had been so worked up. He didn't look any different from any of the hundreds of male soldiers that she had served with since the start of her career.
And then hazel brown eyes met her own cobalt blue and she knew he was far from the other men she had served with. This was Colonel Jack O'Neill and the dark depth of his gaze told her there was more to those stories than she would ever learn from late night tales of success.
Oh boy.
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