EPILOG NUMBER TWO
Jack awoke to his wife tossing and turning beside him. He brushed some of the hair from hard face. She was mumbling but he couldn't make out what she was saying. It was obvious to him that she was having a nightmare.
"Honey, wake up. You're having a nightmare. It's OK, I'm here."
She opened her eyes and looked around unfocused for a moment. He leaned down and kissed her lightly. //God, I love her\\
She looked into his eyes and focused, "Colonel...Sir?"
He laughed, "Sam, we're married, I think you can manage to call me Jack."
She looked around the room confused, "We are? What about Vicky?"
He looked thoroughly confused, "And Vicky would be?"
"Your wife..."
"Sam, you're my wife."
"No I mean your first wife."
Now he was beginning to wonder about her sanity, "Sara was my first wife, you know that. And, I might add, the only wife I've had besides you."
"What about Alex?"
"Alex?" This time besides being confused he looked pissed, "And who might that be?"
Sam looked up at him for a moment, as the sleep was clearing from her head she began to remember her life, "Wow, I dreamed everything."
"Well, thank God for that. I thought I was going to kick some guy named Alex's ass."
Sam laughed and pulled him down to kiss, "I remember Vicky was that girl that you dated in high school. Remember? You told me about her before you went to bed?"
"OK, I get that, but who's Alex?"
"I don't know, but he seems familiar." Then she started to make him forget what they were talking about.
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Later as Jack made breakfast Sam was reading the paper. Good, her favorite show, Trauma Room, was on to night. She read the synopsis to see if she had seen the show.
Dr. Schmidt has a crisis of faith and the Trauma Room deals with sniper victims.
"Jack, that's where he's from, Trauma Room."
"The TV show? You think he's cuter than me?"
Sam snickered, "Well he does wear makeup and has special lightening."
"Well, you wouldn't catch me dead in makeup."
"And I don't think he's ever killed any Go'ould or can field strip a P-90."
"Yeah, there is that," Jack smiled.
"And you have not idea how sexy field stripping a P-90 is."
As he set her food in front of her he cocked an eyebrow, "Oh?"
"Yeah, it makes me hot just thinking about it."
He gave her a slow sexy smile, "Well, let me eat first then we can go back to bed and you can show me. Us old guys have to keep up out strength."
Sam grinned back, "I wouldn't have it any other way."
Finis
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A/N Thanks again to SciFiFanGillian, DiMac99, and Gateskeeper...this one's just for you. (
Jack awoke to his wife tossing and turning beside him. He brushed some of the hair from hard face. She was mumbling but he couldn't make out what she was saying. It was obvious to him that she was having a nightmare.
"Honey, wake up. You're having a nightmare. It's OK, I'm here."
She opened her eyes and looked around unfocused for a moment. He leaned down and kissed her lightly. //God, I love her\\
She looked into his eyes and focused, "Colonel...Sir?"
He laughed, "Sam, we're married, I think you can manage to call me Jack."
She looked around the room confused, "We are? What about Vicky?"
He looked thoroughly confused, "And Vicky would be?"
"Your wife..."
"Sam, you're my wife."
"No I mean your first wife."
Now he was beginning to wonder about her sanity, "Sara was my first wife, you know that. And, I might add, the only wife I've had besides you."
"What about Alex?"
"Alex?" This time besides being confused he looked pissed, "And who might that be?"
Sam looked up at him for a moment, as the sleep was clearing from her head she began to remember her life, "Wow, I dreamed everything."
"Well, thank God for that. I thought I was going to kick some guy named Alex's ass."
Sam laughed and pulled him down to kiss, "I remember Vicky was that girl that you dated in high school. Remember? You told me about her before you went to bed?"
"OK, I get that, but who's Alex?"
"I don't know, but he seems familiar." Then she started to make him forget what they were talking about.
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Later as Jack made breakfast Sam was reading the paper. Good, her favorite show, Trauma Room, was on to night. She read the synopsis to see if she had seen the show.
Dr. Schmidt has a crisis of faith and the Trauma Room deals with sniper victims.
"Jack, that's where he's from, Trauma Room."
"The TV show? You think he's cuter than me?"
Sam snickered, "Well he does wear makeup and has special lightening."
"Well, you wouldn't catch me dead in makeup."
"And I don't think he's ever killed any Go'ould or can field strip a P-90."
"Yeah, there is that," Jack smiled.
"And you have not idea how sexy field stripping a P-90 is."
As he set her food in front of her he cocked an eyebrow, "Oh?"
"Yeah, it makes me hot just thinking about it."
He gave her a slow sexy smile, "Well, let me eat first then we can go back to bed and you can show me. Us old guys have to keep up out strength."
Sam grinned back, "I wouldn't have it any other way."
Finis
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A/N Thanks again to SciFiFanGillian, DiMac99, and Gateskeeper...this one's just for you. (