*sorry it took so long people, but I've been poorly-sick with the flu.*
"We'll have to, break up, for a little while. Just until, you know, it seems, we got together on our own. So they don't, think that, they won."
Jack couldn't believe what he was hearing. A lump formed in his throat and no matter how much he swallowed, it wouldn't go away. All of his dreams were going to come true, and now, they weren't. A deep cloak of sadness descended upon him. He looked up from the floor and into Sam's eyes. She was crying. As he stared into her deep blue eyes, he understood. He understood that she still loved him and always would, no matter what. He also knew how much what she had just said had hurt her, and there was nothing he could do or say to make her feel better. And he hated that. He hated being helpless, unable to make the woman he loved happy.
He gave Sam a big hug and whispered to her. "Well, as long as we don't wait for too long. I don't mind waiting. I would wait a thousand years if the outcome was that you would be with me."
On hearing this Sam let go and cried long, grateful sobs into Jack's shoulder. She was glad. He wasn't angry. She was though. Angry at whoever it was that had tried to trick them. Who had given them this opportunity, trying to set them up? Why? Even if Sam retired from the Air Force, she could still be on SG1, just a civilian, like Daniel. It didn't make sense. Then a thought hit Sam. She whispered to Jack, "Who knew that we were going to PX5-742, and could speak Goa'uld?"
Jack pulled back and stroked her hair, looking at her quizzically. "Daniel, Teal'c, no one else that I can think of."
"What about the Tok'ra?"
"Well, yeah, I suppose there's them. I mean, we did kinda let it slip where we were going next. You're not suggesting what I think you are?"
"I don't know. I don't know what to think. But somebody wanted to get us into trouble. Someone who knew we were going to that planet and who could speak Goa'uld and get there before us."
"Well, there's not much we can do about it. Just watch and wait and hope that they slip up."
"Yeah. Oh God Jack, what if another SGC team finds the mural?"
"They won't."
"What?"
"I spoke to Hammond. They've blocked PX5-742 on the ground's that it's hostile."
"Thank God."
"Come on now." Jack wiped the tears from Sam's eyes and as he did so, they both knew that everything was going to be OK. That they would get together someday, and it didn't really matter that someone tried to set them up. Because if they hadn't, Sam and Jack would probably hidden their emotions from each other for ever, and now, they had a chance.
*The end. Or is it? See chapter ""13" mwah ha ha ha etc."*
"We'll have to, break up, for a little while. Just until, you know, it seems, we got together on our own. So they don't, think that, they won."
Jack couldn't believe what he was hearing. A lump formed in his throat and no matter how much he swallowed, it wouldn't go away. All of his dreams were going to come true, and now, they weren't. A deep cloak of sadness descended upon him. He looked up from the floor and into Sam's eyes. She was crying. As he stared into her deep blue eyes, he understood. He understood that she still loved him and always would, no matter what. He also knew how much what she had just said had hurt her, and there was nothing he could do or say to make her feel better. And he hated that. He hated being helpless, unable to make the woman he loved happy.
He gave Sam a big hug and whispered to her. "Well, as long as we don't wait for too long. I don't mind waiting. I would wait a thousand years if the outcome was that you would be with me."
On hearing this Sam let go and cried long, grateful sobs into Jack's shoulder. She was glad. He wasn't angry. She was though. Angry at whoever it was that had tried to trick them. Who had given them this opportunity, trying to set them up? Why? Even if Sam retired from the Air Force, she could still be on SG1, just a civilian, like Daniel. It didn't make sense. Then a thought hit Sam. She whispered to Jack, "Who knew that we were going to PX5-742, and could speak Goa'uld?"
Jack pulled back and stroked her hair, looking at her quizzically. "Daniel, Teal'c, no one else that I can think of."
"What about the Tok'ra?"
"Well, yeah, I suppose there's them. I mean, we did kinda let it slip where we were going next. You're not suggesting what I think you are?"
"I don't know. I don't know what to think. But somebody wanted to get us into trouble. Someone who knew we were going to that planet and who could speak Goa'uld and get there before us."
"Well, there's not much we can do about it. Just watch and wait and hope that they slip up."
"Yeah. Oh God Jack, what if another SGC team finds the mural?"
"They won't."
"What?"
"I spoke to Hammond. They've blocked PX5-742 on the ground's that it's hostile."
"Thank God."
"Come on now." Jack wiped the tears from Sam's eyes and as he did so, they both knew that everything was going to be OK. That they would get together someday, and it didn't really matter that someone tried to set them up. Because if they hadn't, Sam and Jack would probably hidden their emotions from each other for ever, and now, they had a chance.
*The end. Or is it? See chapter ""13" mwah ha ha ha etc."*