Therapy and Travel (Sam's POV)

I can't believe this is happening. They want to put me in therapy?

"General," I say, "I don't need a psychiatrist!"

"I'm sorry, Major, this decision has been made." I look at his face and see he's not gonna change his mind. I turn to Janet.

"Janet?" I ask. She looks at me, but doesn't say anything.

"I'm not going," I say resolutely. General Hammond looks at me with hard yet strangely weary eyes.

"Yes you are, Major," he says. "I am ordering you to go."

I look at him, and then say harshly, "Am I free to return to my quarters first, Sir?"

"Dismissed, Major."

I turn and walk out, passing Colonel O'Neill in the hallway. I look at him, and he looks at me. A silent conversation passes between us.

I tried, his eyes say.

Not hard enough.

I begin to walk away, but he catches my arm.

"Daniel, Teal'c and I are going back. We're going to find out what did this."

I look deep into his brown eyes, his deep brown eyes...I get lost in them for a moment. We stay like that for a few moments, his hand on my arm. When I'm with him I feel like everything's gonna be okay. I don't want him to leave me.

He looks at me compassionately, then walks slowly away, towards the General's office.

I watch him for a second, then return to my quarters.



"Major Carter! Right on time." Her voice his annoyingly bright and chirpy, and I want to hit her just for that. "Please, take a seat."

"Let's see..." she says. I sit down without reply as she opens a file and scans it. She looks back at me with a smile. "May I call you Samantha?"

"Call me what you like," I tell her coldly. Her smile doesn't waver. I wish Jack was here.

"Now, Samantha. Dr Fraiser tells me you might be pregnant." Yeah, and? She looks at me, all superior as she crosses her immaculately shaped legs. I'm actually glad Jack isn't here to see her as she tosses a headful of wavy brown hair. I'd hate to see her when she flirts. "How do you feel about that?"

Is she for real?

"Look. I don't need a therapist to work out how I feel."

"Of course not." She's still smiling, and although there's no hint of patronisation in her voice, her face says it all. She opens her mouth to speak, but I cut her off, not wanting to stay here any longer.

"Stuff this," I say, and stand up. I hear her protesting from behind as I walk out the door.



"Sam!"

I pass Janet without a word. I'm angry at her for thinking I'm in denial. Doesn't she know me better than that?

I don't care who's looking at me now. The whole base could be, for all I care. It doesn't matter.

Something happened on that planet and it's just occured to me what.

I just hope General Hammond has enough sense to allow Colonel O'Neill to return to the planet.

I pass the male locker rooms and hear Daniel's voice, and a response from Teal'c. I pause, hearing Jack.

"We get the sample then get out," he was saying. "We...Sam."

"Sam?" Daniel asked. "Weren't you supposed to be...?"

"In therapy?" I ask, stepping into the room. There's no-one else there, and luckily I haven't walked in on anyone naked. "She was a happy-clappy patronising shrink. Did you really expect me to sit there and answer her dumb questions?"

They don't reply. I look from Daniel to the Colonel. He's topless, and I have to drag my eyes away from him as Teal'c speaks.

"Would General Hammond not be displeased?"

"Probably," I reply, becoming aware I must sound a bit like Colonel O'Neill. "And I know it's not like the usual me. But she was just so..." I trail off, shaking my head. "Are you going back?" I'm looking directly at Jack now.

"Yup," he says, his eyes locked with mine.

"I'm coming with you, then."

He nods, and pulls on a t-shirt.



After getting changed (in the women's locker room, not the men's) and collecting my equipment, I meet Jack, Daniel and Teal'c in the Gate Room. General Hammond doesn't seem surprised to see me - Jack must have told him I'm going. They greet me.

"Are you sure you want to do this, Major?" the General asks.

"Yes sir." Why shouldn't I be? It's only been the cause of all this confusion and anger and friction between friends...

The Stargate dials up and Chevron 7 locks. We step through.