C Chapter 8 In the smelly stuff
"I cannot believe I'm in here. I didn't say a thing." Sam was pacing up and down like a caged panther.
"I guess the General noticed things a while back. I'm sorry." Jack just sat slumped up a corner, his whole world had disintegrated.
"I am sorry too, Major," added Ashmel, "I forced Jack's hand somewhat."
"I *so* do not want to speak to you, Ashmel!" shouted Sam and Jack took control quickly.
"It's not Ashmel's fault. I should have spoken to General Hammond straight after that zatarc thing, or before it, even as far back as when we got 'gated to the Antarctic, as soon as we realised that we were.. As soon as I realised I was going against regulations."
"I haven't done anything wrong!"
"Neither of us have, but it's still going against regulations. Look, sit down and calm yourself a little."
"I don't want to be calm. This is my career going up in smoke!"
"Look, Carter, after that zatarc testing you said you wanted to keep it in that room. But I can't. For me its OUT. The cat's outta the bag, Pandora is outta her box." Sam tried to interrupt.
"It wasn't Pandora in the b." Jack held his hand up 'Stop'.
"Ahhhhrg, lemme finish," he shouted, standing up. "It's out there." Quietly he continued, "And it's killing me. I realise I don't want it shut up in a room. Sometimes a situation changes just because you acknowledge that there IS a situation. And we both acknowledged it, in front of Doc Fraiser and Teal'c and Anise, of all people. They know. It's OUT. I want to shout from the top of Cheyenne Mountain, 'I love Samantha Carter.' I want to be with you, properly. I want you in my life and if that means you're not in my team any more, then that's the price and I'm willing to pay it. If it means I have to leave the SGC, then I will. I can still fight the Goa'uld. Hey, I can fight with the Tok'Ra, WE could fight with the Tok'Ra . Hell, I AM a Tok'Ra. But most of all I want a chance for US, you and me. It may not work, but I want to try. I can't cope with being near you and not being allowed to look at you or say the things I want to say. I want to invite you up to my cabin to fish and I only want you to say you have too much work, if you really have too much work. And only say no if you really don't want go. Not because you think it's gonna ruin your career. So, do ya wanna do some fishing . if we get let outta here?"
Sam just stood there, staring at him, her mouth hanging open. And said nothing.
"Oh, shit. I have *so* misread this situation!" Jack slipped back down the wall and slumped up the corner again. "Well at least I know where I stand or sit. When ignorance is bliss, it's folly to be wise!"
Sorry, Jack.
Not your fault.
"I should have come to you before General Hammond, I guess," Jack told Carter. "I can only apologise. Under the circumstances, I think a change to the personnel in SG1 will still be a good idea, but obviously a different change. Don't worry about your career. I'll resign and go with the Tok'Ra. You'll hardly see me, if ever."
Just then, security came to take them back to General Hammond's office.
"I cannot believe I'm in here. I didn't say a thing." Sam was pacing up and down like a caged panther.
"I guess the General noticed things a while back. I'm sorry." Jack just sat slumped up a corner, his whole world had disintegrated.
"I am sorry too, Major," added Ashmel, "I forced Jack's hand somewhat."
"I *so* do not want to speak to you, Ashmel!" shouted Sam and Jack took control quickly.
"It's not Ashmel's fault. I should have spoken to General Hammond straight after that zatarc thing, or before it, even as far back as when we got 'gated to the Antarctic, as soon as we realised that we were.. As soon as I realised I was going against regulations."
"I haven't done anything wrong!"
"Neither of us have, but it's still going against regulations. Look, sit down and calm yourself a little."
"I don't want to be calm. This is my career going up in smoke!"
"Look, Carter, after that zatarc testing you said you wanted to keep it in that room. But I can't. For me its OUT. The cat's outta the bag, Pandora is outta her box." Sam tried to interrupt.
"It wasn't Pandora in the b." Jack held his hand up 'Stop'.
"Ahhhhrg, lemme finish," he shouted, standing up. "It's out there." Quietly he continued, "And it's killing me. I realise I don't want it shut up in a room. Sometimes a situation changes just because you acknowledge that there IS a situation. And we both acknowledged it, in front of Doc Fraiser and Teal'c and Anise, of all people. They know. It's OUT. I want to shout from the top of Cheyenne Mountain, 'I love Samantha Carter.' I want to be with you, properly. I want you in my life and if that means you're not in my team any more, then that's the price and I'm willing to pay it. If it means I have to leave the SGC, then I will. I can still fight the Goa'uld. Hey, I can fight with the Tok'Ra, WE could fight with the Tok'Ra . Hell, I AM a Tok'Ra. But most of all I want a chance for US, you and me. It may not work, but I want to try. I can't cope with being near you and not being allowed to look at you or say the things I want to say. I want to invite you up to my cabin to fish and I only want you to say you have too much work, if you really have too much work. And only say no if you really don't want go. Not because you think it's gonna ruin your career. So, do ya wanna do some fishing . if we get let outta here?"
Sam just stood there, staring at him, her mouth hanging open. And said nothing.
"Oh, shit. I have *so* misread this situation!" Jack slipped back down the wall and slumped up the corner again. "Well at least I know where I stand or sit. When ignorance is bliss, it's folly to be wise!"
Sorry, Jack.
Not your fault.
"I should have come to you before General Hammond, I guess," Jack told Carter. "I can only apologise. Under the circumstances, I think a change to the personnel in SG1 will still be a good idea, but obviously a different change. Don't worry about your career. I'll resign and go with the Tok'Ra. You'll hardly see me, if ever."
Just then, security came to take them back to General Hammond's office.
