"I wish you hadn't told me."
"You asked."
"Well I wish I didn't. Isn't there some kind of rule against that kind of thing?"
"Yes."
"Then wh…."
"I told you, we were under an alien influence."
She tried to be patient, but for the life of her Sam could not identify when Pete had become so whiny.
"But why him?"
*Snap*
"I mean how come you didn't kiss Daniel or Teal'c?"
*Crackle*
At that question Sam turned to look out the car window. She knew Pete really would not want the answer to that question, but he continued to ramble.
"Now I'm gonna be sitting across from the guy all night just thinking about you kissing him. Great."
*Pop!*
"Oh my god Pete! It happened years ago. You're being ridiculous."
"Am I. I'm not the one going around kissing my boss."
Sam released an exasperated sigh and turned away from Pete altogether, glad that they were almost at the restaurant where they would meet the guys; another wonderful Daniel idea 'not'.
Before she could appreciate the few moments of silence, Pete started again.
"I'm not going to have to worry about this happening again."
Sam wondered if Pete was really waiting for an answer.
Apparently he was, because he asked her again as they drove into the parking lot and came to a stop.
"Right Sam?"
In that instant, Sam realized that fate was an ironic temptress. Who could she see coming out of his truck as they pulled in, but Jack O'Neill.
Mr. Persistent continued; "Sam?"
Giving Pete a death glare before bolting out of the car, Sam strode purposefully towards the General. Before Jack could say; "Hey Carter! How are yo…" Sam's hands were on his face, her body pressed against his and her tongue in his mouth.
Oh, Jack didn't mind. This was just, well…. unexpected. Sam had only kissed him like that once, years ago, when they'd been 'touched' and under the influence of an alien virus.
When the kiss ended, Jack realized that Pete was standing some steps away from them. Sam held Jack's gaze for a few beats, her eyes saying to him, in that instant, what her heart felt. Turning to Pete, she sarcastically reassured him:
"Now you won't have to worry about it."
Walking past Pete unapologetically, Sam skipped up the steps to O'Mally's without looking back. Pete watched Jack's expressing go from shock, to slight confusion, to understanding, to satisfaction, then to smirk in zero to sixty.
Suddenly Jack also walked past Pete. In Sam-like fashion he did a little skipping up the steps of his own. Leaving Pete behind, Jack thought to himself, "God I love that woman."