Foolish Games3

By: the female apophis

See part one for all-important info...

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After Janet left, Jacob watched his daughter moan on the couch, holding her head in her hands.

"Just a second Sam, and I'll get you something for that."

"Thanks dad."

As he made his way into the kitchen, he began to think about what Daniel had told him back on the base.

Daniel had told him everything, beginning with Jack's announcement that he was getting married. It didn't take him long to figure out why Sam had been doing nothing but drinking.

While he was making the remedy, he used the necessary ingredients, and had to throw the leftover stuff away. Upon opening the trash can he saw the number of bottles that lay inside.

As he finished it up, he poured it into a glass, and made his way back into the living room.

"Here you go Sam. Drink up."

"Ugh, dad, could you please lower your voice a little?"

"Sorry, I thought I did have it low."

"Ugh."

She sipped on the drink just as she had during her high school years, when she would come home in much the same state, and her dad would fix her the same stuff. It had always tasted nasty, but she eventually got around the taste, and found that it really did work.

"So, wanna talk about it?"

"Is it just me, or does everyone want to talk to me?"

"Well, you need to get it off your chest Sam. It's not healthy to keep it all bottled up like this. You know that."

"Well, I just don't feel like talking okay? I want to just curl up in bed, and sleep the rest of the day away. Is it against the law for me to do that now?"

"No, but I also want to just talk with you. I haven't really seen you in a few months again, and I would like to catch up. Can we do that?"

"Fine."

The two sat around talking for the next half-hour, and would have continued talking if it hadn't have been for the sudden knock on the door.

"I'll get it. Just sit there."

"No complaint from me."

As he made his way to the door, he noticed that Jack's truck was parked out front.

Oh, this isn't gonna be pretty.

"Jack, what can I do for you?"

"Jacob! I wasn't expecting to see you here."

"I was just checking up on Sam. How's your stomach doing?"

"Much better. I had the final bandages taken off about two hours ago. I got lucky, the wound wasn't as deep as Fraiser had originally thought."

"Good."

"So, how is Carter?"

"She's a bit hung-over at the moment. Should I tell her you stopped by?"

"Actually, I wanted to talk to her about something. Can I come in?"

"Send him away dad. I don't wanna talk to him."

"Oh, for crying out loud. Carter! We're talking, and that's an order."

Jack shoved his way past Jacob, who closed the door behind him.

How dirty do you think this is gonna get Selmak?

At this time, I don't know. But it should prove to be quite a show.

I'm agreeing with you there.

"What do you want sir?"

"To talk to you."

Sam rose to her feet, and slowly approached him, this stormy look in her eye.

Jack was suddenly overcome with the sense that he would have better chances surviving a lightening bolt striking him right now than he would facing the wrath of Carter.

Selmak could see the look that Sam was shooting Jack's way, and was about to step up to say something when he heard Jacob talking to him.

She's gotta do this on her own Selmak. Let's leave them be.

Agreed. Shall we go for a walk?

We shall!

Jacob left as quietly as he could. Neither Sam nor Jack noticed.

"So, what was it you wanted again colonel?"

"To talk."

"Fine, start talking."

~fin~

HA! You have to wait another day or two 'til I post part four! Will she forgive him? You'll find out then!

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