Chapter 3
Sam was tapping away at her keyboard when she heard a soft rap at her door then saw it crack open. In peeked Colonel O'Neill, first his head, then the rest of him, like a child trying to stall while entering the principal's office. Sam shook her head and grinned. "Feeling better Sir?"
"Yeah, Janet gave me something for the pain and some kind of sunburn type goop that I've gotta put on the burnt areas for a week"
"Well, that doesn't sound so bad."
Jack pulled up a chair.
"Nah, I've had worse. Worse sunburns even." He said complete with a lopsided grin and a chuckle.
Sam's interest was piqued now. He was up to something.
"So, to what do I owe the pleasure of your company then."
Two could play at this game.
With a shrug he remarked "What, a friend can't just stop by for a visit anymore?"
Sure, he was up to something. Sam gave him the skeptical look.. and he caved.
"Aw hell Carter, I'm sorry for being such a jerk earlier. I guess you could say I woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning, and ... and.." Jack looked up, rolled his eyes, sighed "and I'm sorry".
Ok, the shock was registering. Sam was wondering if maybe the Colonel had actually woken up on the right side of the bed this morning. An apology?
The wheels in Carter's head were spinning. She was trying to figure out what to make of all of it. Over analyzing, as always. And then there was resolution. Sam gave him a warm smile, resisted the urge to lay her hand over top of his on the desk, and said "It's ok", sounding almost shy.
"I suppose, but I'd like the chance to make it up to you."
"Really?" The shock was returning.
"Yeah really." Jack said mocking hurt.
"OK"
"OK?"
Sam nodded her head.
Jack looked around the room, trying to find something, anything of interest, then picked up one of the 'doohickeys' from Carter's desk and started fiddling with it.
Sam got up and moved around the desk to remove the 'doohickey' from the Colonel's hands and returned it to its proper place. Then she broke the silence.
"So, what did you have in mind?"
Jack thought for a moment. Confusion briefly flickered across his face then he looked up to meet her gaze.
"How about dinner?"
Sam was tapping away at her keyboard when she heard a soft rap at her door then saw it crack open. In peeked Colonel O'Neill, first his head, then the rest of him, like a child trying to stall while entering the principal's office. Sam shook her head and grinned. "Feeling better Sir?"
"Yeah, Janet gave me something for the pain and some kind of sunburn type goop that I've gotta put on the burnt areas for a week"
"Well, that doesn't sound so bad."
Jack pulled up a chair.
"Nah, I've had worse. Worse sunburns even." He said complete with a lopsided grin and a chuckle.
Sam's interest was piqued now. He was up to something.
"So, to what do I owe the pleasure of your company then."
Two could play at this game.
With a shrug he remarked "What, a friend can't just stop by for a visit anymore?"
Sure, he was up to something. Sam gave him the skeptical look.. and he caved.
"Aw hell Carter, I'm sorry for being such a jerk earlier. I guess you could say I woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning, and ... and.." Jack looked up, rolled his eyes, sighed "and I'm sorry".
Ok, the shock was registering. Sam was wondering if maybe the Colonel had actually woken up on the right side of the bed this morning. An apology?
The wheels in Carter's head were spinning. She was trying to figure out what to make of all of it. Over analyzing, as always. And then there was resolution. Sam gave him a warm smile, resisted the urge to lay her hand over top of his on the desk, and said "It's ok", sounding almost shy.
"I suppose, but I'd like the chance to make it up to you."
"Really?" The shock was returning.
"Yeah really." Jack said mocking hurt.
"OK"
"OK?"
Sam nodded her head.
Jack looked around the room, trying to find something, anything of interest, then picked up one of the 'doohickeys' from Carter's desk and started fiddling with it.
Sam got up and moved around the desk to remove the 'doohickey' from the Colonel's hands and returned it to its proper place. Then she broke the silence.
"So, what did you have in mind?"
Jack thought for a moment. Confusion briefly flickered across his face then he looked up to meet her gaze.
"How about dinner?"