How did this all get so screwy so fast?
This is wrong.
I know it.
In my gut, where it usually counts.
You're a prize idiot, O'Neill.
I know that we said that it wouldn't affect our jobs.
But it has.
I just don't feel right around Sam now.
Like I'm cheating on her or something, which is way ironic, when you think of that jerk Pete.
And Kerry might start to think that this is happy-ever-after with a picket fence and a dog.
Which it isn't .
She's nice and all, and we are good together, but its not what I want.
She's not Sam.
She doesn't have her blue eyes, or her blond hair.
She doesn't have the brain of the century, and a sassy wit that I love.
She isn't the one that I want to have here, waking up with every morning.
After a night together.
She's a filler until I figure out to do about Pete.
And Teal'c knows.
He just raises that eyebrow and says nothing.
But I know he wants me and Sam together.
Now how the hell do I get rid of the woman making salad in my kitchen.
DAMN, the meat is burning.