Sam was not happy to learn that Cassie had left the house without talking to her, but she was incredibly relived to see the girl's car in the driveway of Jack O'Neill's house. Cassie was safe her at Jack's. Though, now that she thought about it, Sam seemed to recall that there was a reason that there where four cars at Jack's instead of two.
Crap.
Team night. The General had been having these get-togethers so that SG-1 would have adequate down time. It was one of the few ways that the four of them could truly relax and not need to watch what they say. Cassie came whenever she could and there was something else about tonight's team night…
Holy, Hanna!
General Hammond and her father were going to joining them tonight. And she had missed it. She missed a chance to see her father to spend time with her boyfriend. Her boyfriend who she… liked.
Oh, god.
She and Pete were engaged! She was going to marry the man and she still called him her boyfriend! She liked him? Great! For better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to like and to cherish, till death do us part. That would go over well.
Her family probably didn't even notice that she hadn't shown up to night. They probably didn't even care that she was on a date instead of here with them. Sam flipped through the keys in her hand until she reached Jack's.
She opened the door to the sound of at least three men snoring. She covered a smile as she entered the living room to see her father and General Hammond asleep in the big comfy chairs and Daniel sprawled out on the floor. All three looked happy and all three were snoring loudly.
Teal'c was kel'no'reeming outside on the porch- or sleeping, Sam wasn't sure which- looking very content.
Last she looked over at the couch. Jack and Cassie were wrapped around one another like kittens sleeping together. Sam had never seen anything so wonderful in her life. The moon shown on the two turning Cassie's hair more blond and Jack's silver hair ethereal. The lines on Jack's face were almost invisible and he looked ten- or eight- years younger.
There were beer bottles everywhere, diet soda cans littering the table and floor, and two enormous cranberry juice bottles on the counter next to a multitude of empty ice cream tubs, empty chip bags, and used bowls of salsa, guacamole, and nacho cheese. There was a mountain of empty pizza boxes on the table in the dinning room.
Sam shook her head.
Her boys sure could eat.
Silently, Sam gathered up all the bottles and cans and took them out to the recycling. She gathered the ice cream tubs, chip bags, and pizza boxes and took out the trash. She washed all the bowls, spoons, and cookware and dried them and put them away. She cleaned the tables and counters and then went back to the living room. She covered her father, George, and Daniel with blankets and then carefully tucked a blanket around Jack and Cassie- that's when she noticed all of the lists.
Best Ways to Kill Pete
Most Painful Ways to Kill Pete
Sneakiest Ways to Kill Pete
Hands On Ways to Kill Pete
Hands Off Ways to Kill Pete
Silliest Ways to Kill Pete
The lists went on and on. The one that still had the pencil on it was Ways to Get Rid of Pete Without Killing. Ernest's planet, Mayborn, taken as a host, time "accident", Martin's memory drug, and X- 301 "accident". Sam had to chuckle.
Apparently they did know where she was and they did care. Sam took one of the few remaining note cared and carefully scribbled down her own answer. Sam tucked the paper into Cassie's hand and then headed for the door.
Sam didn't want to wake them up ore intrude on their bonding time. She would come by tomorrow morning with coffee, aspirin, and cake as a peace offering. Then, in the afternoon, Sam would meet up with Pete. She wasn't being fair to either of them. She couldn't marry someone she didn't love. With one last look at Jack and Cassie, Sam got into her car and drove home.
The card on the table read Family.
