A Fine Balance- Chapter 3
SG1 finished their post-mission check-ups with Dr. Frasier, showered, and completed their debriefing with General Hammond. As Sam reached her office, she knew what she had to do. She picked up her phone.
"Hi, I need to speak with Captain Michael Davis in payroll."
"One moment please."
Jack froze outside Sam's door. She was going to talk to Davis, and he didn't want to interrupt, so he waited outside.
"Hey Michael. No, I just got back. General Hammond insisted. Look, can we stop arguing for one minute. We need to talk. Can you come down to my office?. Just come down here, okay?"
Jack made a beeline for the nearest bathroom. He didn't want Davis to know he was there, but he didn't want to be too far away either.
"Sam," Davis stood in the doorway.
Sam took a deep breath. Soon it would be over. She just had to remain calm and levelheaded. After spending two days away from Michael, she had begun to realize just how much she had changed, and she didn't like those changes. The Colonel was right. She had to end this now.
"Michael, we need to talk about our relationship."
"We wouldn't need to talk about our relationship if you would just stop putting your work ahead of us."
"Well, I'm afraid that can never happen because what I do here is more important than our relationship. The SGC has to come first. The whole world's safety relies on what we do here. We can't place our comfort above the security of 6 billion others. I can't be in a relationship with you and do my job at the same time."
Davis grabbed her arm and pulled her close.
"So what, are you trying to break up with me?!"
"That's exactly what she's doing."
Davis glanced angrily at the strong hand that landed on his shoulder. Shots of pain ran down his arm before he finally let go of Sam.
"That's better. Now, if you ever come near Captain Carter again, I will personally have you transferred to the Antarctic faster than you can say 'Do these mittens match my parka?' Am I making myself clear?!"
SG1 finished their post-mission check-ups with Dr. Frasier, showered, and completed their debriefing with General Hammond. As Sam reached her office, she knew what she had to do. She picked up her phone.
"Hi, I need to speak with Captain Michael Davis in payroll."
"One moment please."
Jack froze outside Sam's door. She was going to talk to Davis, and he didn't want to interrupt, so he waited outside.
"Hey Michael. No, I just got back. General Hammond insisted. Look, can we stop arguing for one minute. We need to talk. Can you come down to my office?. Just come down here, okay?"
Jack made a beeline for the nearest bathroom. He didn't want Davis to know he was there, but he didn't want to be too far away either.
"Sam," Davis stood in the doorway.
Sam took a deep breath. Soon it would be over. She just had to remain calm and levelheaded. After spending two days away from Michael, she had begun to realize just how much she had changed, and she didn't like those changes. The Colonel was right. She had to end this now.
"Michael, we need to talk about our relationship."
"We wouldn't need to talk about our relationship if you would just stop putting your work ahead of us."
"Well, I'm afraid that can never happen because what I do here is more important than our relationship. The SGC has to come first. The whole world's safety relies on what we do here. We can't place our comfort above the security of 6 billion others. I can't be in a relationship with you and do my job at the same time."
Davis grabbed her arm and pulled her close.
"So what, are you trying to break up with me?!"
"That's exactly what she's doing."
Davis glanced angrily at the strong hand that landed on his shoulder. Shots of pain ran down his arm before he finally let go of Sam.
"That's better. Now, if you ever come near Captain Carter again, I will personally have you transferred to the Antarctic faster than you can say 'Do these mittens match my parka?' Am I making myself clear?!"