AN: Hello everybody. This is my first fanfic about Jack and Sam. It is translated from German into English as good as possible. So please forgive grammatical errors.
So, enjoy reading and I hope, you'll like it. Reviews are welcome, of course.
Jack O'Neill had left Cheyenne Mountain after the incident with Martouf as fast as he could, without seeing even a single time for her. He just could not. Not after all the things that had happened in such a short time.
It was now exactly one week ago that they were forced to confess their feelings. They had to do it for not mistaken for zatarcs who wanted to kill anyone. And then the death of Martouf. It was just too much, for both of them.
He had gone to his cabin. Here he could always come down and relax. Sitting on the dock on the lake, in his deck chair with a fishing rod in one hand and a beer in the other. That there was not a single fish left in this lake, did not prevent him from fishing. He stared at the lake, thinking. Just as he had done for the last week.
He thought back to the zatarc test.
He had looked at her briefly before he uttered it: "I could not get away ... Because I would have died rather than lose Carter... Because I care about her... Much more than I'm supposed to ... " So it was out ... He could not take it back.
This damn test, he thought.
When the test was over, he went to her and had asked if they would so get along. What had he been thinking? How should HE dammit so get along? He had added just in front of witnesses that he had feelings for her. For his subordinate officer. For Major Samantha Carter. But she had only responded - quite the dutiful soldier - "Yes, Sir." He wanted to believe her. He did himself believe that it would not change anything between them. But he knew deep inside that already everything had changed.
Hardly this thing was over, also followed the very next. Since it was clear that they were not zatarcs, it had to be someone else on the base. But the number of possible persons, who could be it, decreased with every minute - until only one remained: Martouf.
Martouf was the zatarc they had been searching for. He could hardly believe it. He liked Martouf. Well, somehow. Although he did not like this special bond that existed between him and Sam. Still, he liked him quite well. For Sam the whole situation would have been much worse. They were somehow connected, through the memories of Jolinar that Sam still had in her mind. And it was her who killed him. It had to be her. And he saw how hard it was. When Martouf died in her arms and she cried for him, it was too much for him. He had to get out there. He was so happy that General Hammond had given them a week off shortly after the incident in the gate room. So he had left for his quarters, had got the car key and had taken the elevator to the surface. He had taken a deep breath and then left the base. Just went away.
He knew Daniel and Teal'c had stayed in the SGC for negotiations with the Tok'ra. What Carter had done, he did not know. They had neither seen nor heard since that day. And it was better that way, he was sure of that. But just because he did not see or hear her, did not mean that he was not thinking about her. He did thought about her. The whole time. Always. The whole damn week he had thought of Sam.
The ringing of his phone interrupted his thoughts.
"O'Neill" he growled into the phone.
"Hey, Jack. Is everything okay?"
"Daniel, what's up?" He replied, ignoring the question.
"Um ... General Hammond has scheduled a meeting for tomorrow at 13 o'clock."
"What is it?" He wanted to know now.
"We have received a message from the Tok'ra. They need our help again. "
Jack's eyes widened. "That's a joke, right?"
"No," said Daniel then.
"Does Carter already know?"
"Yes, Teal'c called her."
"Okay I'm coming. See you tomorrow."
"Jack? Is eve? " But he did not listen anymore and just hung up.
Oh great, he thought. Couldn't this Tok'ra even manage alone?
He took another swig from the beer bottle, then got up of his chair – annoyed – and went into the cabin to pack his things. The trip to Colorado Springs would take quite a while. He would therefore have much time to think about how it would be if he would see her again tomorrow, after a week of silence.
During the trip, he developed a plan. He would treat her as before. The test he would not mention. So, as if nothing had happened at all. As if they had never admitted that they have feelings for each other. He would keep her at a distance. Then the whole thing would take care of itself. After all, he was a soldier. Had enjoyed a special training. So it should be easy for him to forget what had happened and to behave quite normal. He was confident of being able to implement this really simple plan into action.