I hope this is ok; I wasn't sure what to write to finish it off so please
review it. I'd appreciate your honest opinions.
Disclaimer: I don't own Stargate or any of the characters in this story and I don't own the song from the first chapter, that's Shania Twain
Series/Sequel: It's the second chapter of Deep in denial but doesn't really have any spoilers from Stargate episode. I'm only watching season 4 at the moment any way.
I finally got around to reposting this so that it is actually readable.
Major Carter walked cautiously through the corridors of the SGC, shielding her sensitive eye from the harsh overhead lighting.
"Morning Major," a smug airman greeted her, smirking.
She scowled at him, quickly retreating to her office to wallow in self pity.
She'd just reached the safety of her sanctuary and was lowering herself into the soft comfortable chair at her desk when somebody knocked on the door. She saw Jacks head appear from around it.
"Hey Carter," he said coolly.
"Sir," she said tensely standing up.
"So, how are you?" He said walking in, "hung over?"
"Yes sir," she admitted.
"I hope that teaches you a valuable lesson," he said in his most patronising voice, "never drink on a school night."
He's doing it again, how can he be so cheerful.
She glanced at the ground, seeking a moment to compose herself.
Maybe he doesn't feel that way about me anymore.
She looked at him again, smiling briefly, a hollow smile meant to hide her feelings from him.
"Um. Sir," she said, hiding behind formalities, "thank you. for taking me home last night."
"Ahh, you remember," he grinned. There was something in his eyes that looked like worry or. fear?
"Some of it," she said weakly, "most of it's just a blur."
"So what do you remember?" He asked warily. There was that look again.
"I remember drinking," she said slowly, cautiously.
"Is that it?"
"And singing," She sat back down in her chair and buried her head in her hands, her voice was muffled, "and totally embarrassing myself in front of half the people in the SGC. And."
She waited a moment, recalling something, "I'm sorry sir, I'm so sorry."
"About what?" He asked innocently, smiling at her honestly.
She looked up at him, relief showing her eye as a moment of understanding passed between them.
"Thanks," she replied.
Jack turned to leave, but turned back to her again. He looked at his feet.
"And Sam," he said quietly, glancing up at her only briefly, "I do care."
He departed the room, leaving Sam alone.
She leaned back and looked at the door he'd shut behind him. She smiled again.
"You don't know how much that means," she muttered to the empty room.
That's it, I know it's short please review it.
Thank you
Disclaimer: I don't own Stargate or any of the characters in this story and I don't own the song from the first chapter, that's Shania Twain
Series/Sequel: It's the second chapter of Deep in denial but doesn't really have any spoilers from Stargate episode. I'm only watching season 4 at the moment any way.
I finally got around to reposting this so that it is actually readable.
Major Carter walked cautiously through the corridors of the SGC, shielding her sensitive eye from the harsh overhead lighting.
"Morning Major," a smug airman greeted her, smirking.
She scowled at him, quickly retreating to her office to wallow in self pity.
She'd just reached the safety of her sanctuary and was lowering herself into the soft comfortable chair at her desk when somebody knocked on the door. She saw Jacks head appear from around it.
"Hey Carter," he said coolly.
"Sir," she said tensely standing up.
"So, how are you?" He said walking in, "hung over?"
"Yes sir," she admitted.
"I hope that teaches you a valuable lesson," he said in his most patronising voice, "never drink on a school night."
He's doing it again, how can he be so cheerful.
She glanced at the ground, seeking a moment to compose herself.
Maybe he doesn't feel that way about me anymore.
She looked at him again, smiling briefly, a hollow smile meant to hide her feelings from him.
"Um. Sir," she said, hiding behind formalities, "thank you. for taking me home last night."
"Ahh, you remember," he grinned. There was something in his eyes that looked like worry or. fear?
"Some of it," she said weakly, "most of it's just a blur."
"So what do you remember?" He asked warily. There was that look again.
"I remember drinking," she said slowly, cautiously.
"Is that it?"
"And singing," She sat back down in her chair and buried her head in her hands, her voice was muffled, "and totally embarrassing myself in front of half the people in the SGC. And."
She waited a moment, recalling something, "I'm sorry sir, I'm so sorry."
"About what?" He asked innocently, smiling at her honestly.
She looked up at him, relief showing her eye as a moment of understanding passed between them.
"Thanks," she replied.
Jack turned to leave, but turned back to her again. He looked at his feet.
"And Sam," he said quietly, glancing up at her only briefly, "I do care."
He departed the room, leaving Sam alone.
She leaned back and looked at the door he'd shut behind him. She smiled again.
"You don't know how much that means," she muttered to the empty room.
That's it, I know it's short please review it.
Thank you