4/?
Sam gathered herself and went to see what Gen. Hammond was doing. She was surprised to find him on the phone. "We've searched all over sir." The General nodded, his face grim. Obviously someone higher up then him was telling him bad news. "I will give you updates as soon as we get them sir." And then he hung up. He called the SG1 team into his office then. "The President wants us to report Maj. Carter as missing, and then just...go on with our lives."
"What?" Jack asked, jumping up from his chair. "Just 'go on with our lives'? How can we do that? One of our team is missing, vanished, and we're expected to just live as if nothing was wrong?"
"General, sir, I don't think we should give up." Daniel added. "We all know Sam too well. She would not have just left for a vacation without telling anyone. She follows protocol to the t sir."
"Yeah!" Sam agreed with Daniel.
The General sighed. "Of course you don't have to act like nothing is wrong, but our main focus is to get back to work."
Jack stared at Gen. Hammond for a few moments, his intense seeming to burn him. In disgust he walked out of the room, ignoring the General's calls for him to come back.
Back in his room, Jack sat on his bed once again. He'd seen something there before. He knew it wasn't the sheets, but could it be Sam?
Sam had followed Jack into his room, and she now stood by his bed, watching him. Jack ran a hand through his hair before speaking. "Sam, if you're in here, let me know."
Sam smiled. She sat down on the bed and watched Jack's face change to surprise. "I'm here Jack."
"Oh crap. What do I do now?" He asked himself.
"Go tell Daniel." Sam ordered.
"Prove to me that it's you."
Sam lay down on his bed and spread her arms out, then began to wave them on the covers. "Jack..." She whispered.
Jack smiled, remembering a time on a seemingly distant world covered in snow. A time that, even with a broken rib, even with the freezing cold, Sam had still looked like an angel. A snow angel. He remembered snuggling next to her to keep warm. It didn't help a bit, but he wouldn't have told her that. "Sam..." He whispered.
She stopped her moving and looked at him. "Help me Jack."
"Stay here. I'm going to go get Daniel." Jack jumped up and ran to Daniel's quarters. "Daniel...come with me."
Daniel looked up from his books and stared at Jack. "What is it?" He asked, standing up. He followed Jack to his quarters, wondering what he'd found out.
"Look at my bed." Jack pointed to where Samantha sat.
"Yeah..."
"Look at the dent. It's Sam."
"Is that what you saw earlier? Jack, it's the covers."
Jack sighed. "Sam, do the angel thing." Sam obeyed. "See that!"
Daniel took his glasses off and polished them, then replaced them on his head. "Was that real?"
"It was Sam." Jack said desperately. "I've gotten you that far, now you figure out what happened."
"Jack, I..."
"Had better get started." Jack pushed Daniel out of the room and watched him walk down the hall to his own quarters where he could research. After Daniel left Jack turned back to the bed, and Sam. Letting his thoughts escape through his lips before he could stop them, Jack whispered, "I finally get you on the bed, and now I can't see you."
Sam blushed, knowing that Jack didn't mean to, nor did he realize that he did, say that out loud.
"Sam," Jack said, walking back to the bed, "we're gonna find a way to make you visible again. I promise."
She believed him. She believed everything he said. "I know you will Jack."
Jack looked at his watch. Ten o'clock. Though he was a late nighter, he was very worn out by the search. "Going to bed now Sam." Jack said, a little louder then necessary. He paused. "You can join me if you...need some company."
Sam smiled. He knew her all too well. She wondered if she put the covers over her if she'd have form. That would be interesting. Jack got under the covers and held them out, expecting her to crawl into bed with him. She could tell that he was wondering the same thing she was. Was this pushing their relationship too far? Even though she was invisible, if she had form under the covers...she let her thoughts roam before she could stop them. They had always been so strict in their relationship. "Did you leave?" Jack asked into the air. She shook her head and crawled into the bed. She was not going to give this chance up, it may not come again.
Sam gathered herself and went to see what Gen. Hammond was doing. She was surprised to find him on the phone. "We've searched all over sir." The General nodded, his face grim. Obviously someone higher up then him was telling him bad news. "I will give you updates as soon as we get them sir." And then he hung up. He called the SG1 team into his office then. "The President wants us to report Maj. Carter as missing, and then just...go on with our lives."
"What?" Jack asked, jumping up from his chair. "Just 'go on with our lives'? How can we do that? One of our team is missing, vanished, and we're expected to just live as if nothing was wrong?"
"General, sir, I don't think we should give up." Daniel added. "We all know Sam too well. She would not have just left for a vacation without telling anyone. She follows protocol to the t sir."
"Yeah!" Sam agreed with Daniel.
The General sighed. "Of course you don't have to act like nothing is wrong, but our main focus is to get back to work."
Jack stared at Gen. Hammond for a few moments, his intense seeming to burn him. In disgust he walked out of the room, ignoring the General's calls for him to come back.
Back in his room, Jack sat on his bed once again. He'd seen something there before. He knew it wasn't the sheets, but could it be Sam?
Sam had followed Jack into his room, and she now stood by his bed, watching him. Jack ran a hand through his hair before speaking. "Sam, if you're in here, let me know."
Sam smiled. She sat down on the bed and watched Jack's face change to surprise. "I'm here Jack."
"Oh crap. What do I do now?" He asked himself.
"Go tell Daniel." Sam ordered.
"Prove to me that it's you."
Sam lay down on his bed and spread her arms out, then began to wave them on the covers. "Jack..." She whispered.
Jack smiled, remembering a time on a seemingly distant world covered in snow. A time that, even with a broken rib, even with the freezing cold, Sam had still looked like an angel. A snow angel. He remembered snuggling next to her to keep warm. It didn't help a bit, but he wouldn't have told her that. "Sam..." He whispered.
She stopped her moving and looked at him. "Help me Jack."
"Stay here. I'm going to go get Daniel." Jack jumped up and ran to Daniel's quarters. "Daniel...come with me."
Daniel looked up from his books and stared at Jack. "What is it?" He asked, standing up. He followed Jack to his quarters, wondering what he'd found out.
"Look at my bed." Jack pointed to where Samantha sat.
"Yeah..."
"Look at the dent. It's Sam."
"Is that what you saw earlier? Jack, it's the covers."
Jack sighed. "Sam, do the angel thing." Sam obeyed. "See that!"
Daniel took his glasses off and polished them, then replaced them on his head. "Was that real?"
"It was Sam." Jack said desperately. "I've gotten you that far, now you figure out what happened."
"Jack, I..."
"Had better get started." Jack pushed Daniel out of the room and watched him walk down the hall to his own quarters where he could research. After Daniel left Jack turned back to the bed, and Sam. Letting his thoughts escape through his lips before he could stop them, Jack whispered, "I finally get you on the bed, and now I can't see you."
Sam blushed, knowing that Jack didn't mean to, nor did he realize that he did, say that out loud.
"Sam," Jack said, walking back to the bed, "we're gonna find a way to make you visible again. I promise."
She believed him. She believed everything he said. "I know you will Jack."
Jack looked at his watch. Ten o'clock. Though he was a late nighter, he was very worn out by the search. "Going to bed now Sam." Jack said, a little louder then necessary. He paused. "You can join me if you...need some company."
Sam smiled. He knew her all too well. She wondered if she put the covers over her if she'd have form. That would be interesting. Jack got under the covers and held them out, expecting her to crawl into bed with him. She could tell that he was wondering the same thing she was. Was this pushing their relationship too far? Even though she was invisible, if she had form under the covers...she let her thoughts roam before she could stop them. They had always been so strict in their relationship. "Did you leave?" Jack asked into the air. She shook her head and crawled into the bed. She was not going to give this chance up, it may not come again.