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Indiscretion - ch. 3
"What the hell?"
"You want to talk?" Jack asked, keeping his hand firmly on the phone. "Let's talk."
"Fine, but explain to my dad why you just hung up on him," Sam said, frowning.
Jacob? SHIT!
(Author's note: Jacob's alive, bitches!! And Sam dumped Pete in season seven. My story, my rules)
"I thought you were talking to Brad."
"Nope," Sam snickered. "Go ahead. Call him."
Mutely, Jack picked up the phone and dialed the number he had memorized seven years ago in case he had to tell next of kin that Sam had died on a mission.
"What the hell, Jack?" came Jacob's angry voice.
"I can explain."
Sam covered her mouth with her hand to keep from laughing.
"You see, Carter's got this new boyfriend named Brad and I thought she was talking to him, so I hung up the phone."
"Why the hell would you do that?"
"Because..." Jack paused to look at the face that had filled his dreams and cheered his mornings for the past seven years. Her eyes danced as their gazes met and he saw an undeniable flash of what he finally recognized as hope.
"Because the thought of her with any other man makes me want to punch something. The thought that she might marry someone else...have kids with someone else...I hung up because if pissing you off is what it takes for me to tell Sam that I love her, I'm willing to make that sacrifice."
"Anything else?" Jacob demanded.
"Please don't kill me."
I mean it, Sam. Your dad is terrifying.
"Jack, the only reason I'd kill you is because it took you seven years to tell her," Jacob said, laughing as he hung up.
Sheepishly, Jack turned to face Sam.
"Think your dad forgives me?"
"I think so. It's me you should be worried about. So..." she said coyly. "Is there anything else you want to tell me?"
"Yeah," Jack replied, stepping close to her. "I'm going to kiss you," he said, taking her face in his hands.
Sam giggled, her face flushing. "Sir! Here?"
She can giggle. That's adorable!
"I'm about to kiss you and you're gonna call me sir?"
She leaned forward, pressing her lips to his.
"Jack."
He grinned. "Better," he said and leaned in to kiss her again.
I could so kick Brad's ass.
Epilogue
"How long have they been in there?" Daniel asked, staring at the closed door of Sam's lab.
"Two hours, fourteen minutes," Teal'c replied.
"Do we want to know what's going on in there?"
Teal'c's response was a stony stare.
"Guess not. Do you think Jack knows Brad wasn't real?"
"Perhaps he is as real as Jack made him," Teal'c observed.
Daniel frowned.
"Don't get existential."
