Summary: Heroes, Part 1. This story follows Season 7 and the relations surrounding Jack and Sam. Little excerpts from the episodes in their point of view.

A/N

This was a great episode. So funny, but Part 2 is allegedly going to be a tearjerker.

'Just a Few Minutes: Part 4'

Dinsmore

Sam was walking down the corridor. The SF's glanced at her curious concerned face. She had just finished her second interview with the TV crew and her thoughts were becoming darker by the minute.

'How dare they quiz me on my personal relationship with Colonel O'Neill. There is nothing between us, but if they show that footage.it may look like there is.'

Sam felt as though she had kept her cool really well, but it had surprised her how easily she had dismissed any personal relations. The big problem was that she realised that she knew all of that by heart - it had come out so fluently, indicating that it was thought about quite a bit, and what if that had shown on camera.

Damn it!

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Colonel O'Neill walked down the corridor to Carter's laboratory domain. He knew that she had already been interviewed, which meant it was a great hideout from the TV crew.

The door was ajar, and there was a slight sound coming from within.

He knocked on the door, peering at the few papers strewn on the floor within his view.

No-answer.

He knocked again.

"What?!" Came a short-tempered voice.

He pushed the door open to reveal an agitated Major - head in hands and a messy desk. Not a good sign. Maybe he should make this visit quick.

"Carter?" He asked carefully.

Her head shot up.

"Sorry, Sir. Didn't know it was you." She quickly busied herself with her roughly shoving the papers into piles, ignoring the fact that she had shouted at him. Apparently, so did he.

"Everything - ok?" Taking a step or two towards the desk.

"Everything is fine, just a bit tired that's all." Giving him a false smile and not fully making eye contact.

"You wouldn't be stressed about your interview by any chance?" He enquired jokingly.

She knocked the piled papers flying at the mention of the word 'interview'.

"That's a yes then."

"Oh!" She gave a long sigh and sunk into the chair behind her desk. She had her eyes closed and ran a hand through her stray hair.

He noticed how beautiful she looked when she was ruffled and filled with fatigue. He pushed that thought away as soon as it was registered.

"Yes, I beginning to relent them more and more. The questions they asked, they just - argh! You can't imagine" She moved her hand to her face and rubbed her eyes.

"Oh, I can top it, all right!" He said flirtatiously.

She lowered her hands and crossed them. Raising a mocking eyebrow, she said,

"Really? Do tell."

"Well," He said, leaning against the doorframe, "Kinsey was here."

"Ah, do I really want to hear this?!" She said, chuckling.

"Oh, its good!" He said with a grand smile.

"Please continue." She said with an inclination of her head.

"Well, I said that Kinsey was here, and you know what he's like. He was sucking up in front of the cameras, faking conversations and so on, and I walked out, fed up, obviously. He tried to suck up even more, by stopping me at the door. And, the good bits coming, I stopped, made sure they were filming, and said "Kinsey, you smarmy, suck-up - " and, wait for it, - the Klaxons went off, and continued all the way through my life-long ambition - right until the end of my lovely, heart-warming speech."

He made a fake upset face and put a hand to his heart.

Sam smiled at the bright spot of her day, standing in front of her.

"Bummer, Sir."

"*Sigh* Yup, but they filmed it all, and you should be able to lip-read most of it." He said with a naughty smile, his eyes alight.

"Yes, sir. When do you get off duty?" She glanced at the clock.

"Unsure, probably in a few hours. You?"

"I'll probably be here tonight, and that certainly won't go down well with Pete." She said to herself more than to him, with a slight smile. She rubbed her eyes again, missing the pain flicker behind his eyes.

"I'll turn in, in a few." The Klaxons suddenly went off, and the usual announcement of an off-world, unscheduled activation, went off.

"You better go ahead, I need to get my key card."

"See ya up there."

He walked out at a quick pace, leaving her to ponder where her key card was. During the pondering, though, she realised, with a large pang of guilt, turmoil, anger, confusion and happiness, that that conversation was in violation of everything she had said on camera.

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