Part 3: The (Love?) Letter

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Dear Sam,

I don't know what to say to you so I'm writing you a letter instead. Cassie tried to help me with this, as you can see that I am glancing now and again to my computer screen. This is hard for me, so I'm just going to write it as honestly as possible.

What you saw this morning, I need you to hear my side of the story. She kissed me, I didn't kiss her back, I was just about to push her away when you came in. You might think that every guy would love to be kissed, but let me tell you something, even a guy wants to be kissed by someone that they love. I don't hate Anise or Freya (you know which one is which, right?), but I don't like her either. Sure she's got a great face and body, but hey, she got a snake in the back of her head. That's a big no-no for me, besides there is another reason that is more important than that.

And that reason is you.

Cassie says that you are always with me, no matter how far apart we are. She also says that you're my number one girl and that no one could ever replace you. That I'm just crazy about you and you don't have to question my heart. Hell, she is right, I couldn't say otherwise, but it sounds so cheesy like it came out from a chick-flick movie or a love song or anything resembling that. You'll be freaked if I said something like that, maybe look at me like I've grown a second head. She's right though, every single word of it.

But I want to say it my way.

I care about you, a lot more than I'm allowed to. I know the regs are against us, but I'm willing to wait and fight for 'us' when the time comes. I hope that you feel the same way too.

                                                                                                                             Jack

PS: Tell Cassie not to say that stuff to Dominic, will you? She always listens to what you say.

PS#2: I can fix something about your 'anger', meet me in front of the elevator at Level 6 tonight at 22.00 sharp.

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To     : Major Samantha Carter,Phd.

From : Colonel Jonathan O'Neill

As your Superior Officer, I order you not to tell any living soul about the incident this morning. And please forward this order to Jonas Quinn.

NB: Don't forget to destroy this memo once you've read it. I will not accept any reason for failing this order.