The two weeks passed in an instant, it seemed. They would now have to return to their separate lives. They had made good progress in their work; Teal'c had spent the entire time teaching the Kelownan Guard techniques for effectively ambushing large numbers of hostile Jaffa and goauld with limited numbers of warriors.
They had spent the last night as the first; together until the dawn, then separating at sunrise to keep the gossip to a minimum. Kelownans by nature were observant, but did not generally engage in gossip, although there were certainly exceptions to this rule. There were some who might try to take advantage of this knowledge for political gain against Jonas, though his constituency generally did not believe that such actions should be taken into consideration in the political arena.
She and Teal'c met in the hallway and proceeded together to greet the Kelownan diplomatic party in the gateroom. Jonas noticed that she had again embraced the air and manner of a warrior, ready to return to her mission work back on Earth. But the memory of her softness would stay with him; hopefully the memory wouldn't have to sustain him as long this time.
As they approached the gate room and the Kelownan diplomatic party, she smiled at him. He cut quite a dashing figure, in his place as the leader of this world; she thought how right he looked there. As much as she would miss being in his arms, she knew he was where he belonged.
As the wormhole established and the Stargate came to life, she saluted him farewell. "Until the next time, First Minister," she said, bravely, he thought to himself. Only he would know the sadness in her eyes and the longing in her tone of voice; it mirrored his own.
"I'm looking forward to it, Captain Hailey," he said. The slightly sultry tone of his voice and the intimate look in his eyes sent tingles down her spine, a wonderful reminder of the previous fortnight; the memories would have to sustain her until the next time.
Teal'c bowed his customary bow. "We will take our leave of you now, First Minister Quinn, until our paths can cross again," he said graciously.
Jonas smiled at the big Jaffa. "Until we meet again, Teal'c," he said warmly. He watched as the pair proceeded up to the wormhole and beyond. The wormhole disappeared, leaving only the gaping ring. The diplomatic party dispersed, leaving Jonas in the gateroom. He sighed; with a heavy heart he turned on his heel and proceeded with the rest of his day.
They had spent the last night as the first; together until the dawn, then separating at sunrise to keep the gossip to a minimum. Kelownans by nature were observant, but did not generally engage in gossip, although there were certainly exceptions to this rule. There were some who might try to take advantage of this knowledge for political gain against Jonas, though his constituency generally did not believe that such actions should be taken into consideration in the political arena.
She and Teal'c met in the hallway and proceeded together to greet the Kelownan diplomatic party in the gateroom. Jonas noticed that she had again embraced the air and manner of a warrior, ready to return to her mission work back on Earth. But the memory of her softness would stay with him; hopefully the memory wouldn't have to sustain him as long this time.
As they approached the gate room and the Kelownan diplomatic party, she smiled at him. He cut quite a dashing figure, in his place as the leader of this world; she thought how right he looked there. As much as she would miss being in his arms, she knew he was where he belonged.
As the wormhole established and the Stargate came to life, she saluted him farewell. "Until the next time, First Minister," she said, bravely, he thought to himself. Only he would know the sadness in her eyes and the longing in her tone of voice; it mirrored his own.
"I'm looking forward to it, Captain Hailey," he said. The slightly sultry tone of his voice and the intimate look in his eyes sent tingles down her spine, a wonderful reminder of the previous fortnight; the memories would have to sustain her until the next time.
Teal'c bowed his customary bow. "We will take our leave of you now, First Minister Quinn, until our paths can cross again," he said graciously.
Jonas smiled at the big Jaffa. "Until we meet again, Teal'c," he said warmly. He watched as the pair proceeded up to the wormhole and beyond. The wormhole disappeared, leaving only the gaping ring. The diplomatic party dispersed, leaving Jonas in the gateroom. He sighed; with a heavy heart he turned on his heel and proceeded with the rest of his day.