Knock! Knock! Knock!
Sam left her latest "project" in the oven, and ran to get the door.
"Who is it?" she called, covering her exasperation.
"Agent Fox Mulder, FBI" came a familiar voice. She opened the door the door to find an unsure-looking Jack O'Neill standing on the other side. He smiled at her.
"Colonel!"
"Former colonel, I'm retired. Ya miss me?" he smiled widely.
"Yeah." She breathed, giving him a quick hug, and answering more honestly then either of them had expected.
"So…"the former colonel started after a short pause
"Oh, come in!" Sam led him into her living room where they sat down on the couch. "So, how was Minnesota? Weren't you planning on staying there?"
"Ah, well, my little cabin is great for relaxing, winding down, you know…but, when there's really nothing to wind down from…eh…so, how's the teaching gig going? They aren't abusing Daniel too much are they? Or are they a nice bunch of geeklings?"
"Its ok, A bit frustrating, I mean, we know so much more then we're able to let on…and, er, Daniel's doing OK too."
"Well that's good. So, how are you doing?"
"Still holding out…I really miss everybody…at least Daniel's still here, and you're back, but…" she bit back tears "everybody else, especially Teal'C and my father…I'll never see them again." she sobbed and leaned into Jack's shoulder, who rubbed her back comfortingly "I guess that's why I left the military, It would just be so, wrong. I guess It must be hard to move on from anything as big as the stargate…suddenly all your friends are gone, you have a desk job…heh, dealing with, what seems like really average technology…" She sniffled, wiped her eyes, and looked sort of embarrassed "I'm sorry." She said. For once, Jack was at a loss for words, looking at the beautiful astrophysicist, trying to pull herself together for him
"I…- is something burning?"
"Oh shoot the fish!!" she cried, leaping from the couch, suddenly recovered, and bolting into her kitchen in hopes she could salvage what was left of her dinner.
"Aagh! No! Not again!" she looked grimly at her poor fish-gone-charcoal. Guess its TV dinners again, she sighed.
"Ooh, Fish. Mmm-Mmm!" Jack sauntered into the kitchen, taking a deep whiff of the fish-flavored air.
"You're kidding! You've been living off fish for the past several weeks, and you want to eat my charcoal?!"
"I haven't eaten fish in ages!, I miss it in my diet…No offence to your fish or anything!…" he quickly said
"Wait, wait! You've been on a fishing trip, up until-"
"A few hours ago, yes…yeah, fishing doesn't necessarily mean there are actually fish…"
Carter sighed and shook her head