Sorry about the short chapters, but trust me, I'll finish faster if I do it this way.
Sam lay silently on her sleeping bag, the sobs that had wracked her body ceased when she had become too exhausted to carry on. She thanked any real gods that none of her team mates had seen her in this condition. She had wondered briefly where they were, but decided that it didn't matter. She wanted to be alone right now. Truthfully she wanted to be with Jack, but that was impossible for two reasons. First and foremost were the regulations, and those she could deal with. The other obstacle was the native woman Andarna. That she found more difficult to address. Her first preference being void, being alone was the next best thing. It gave her time to think. The Colonel always said that she thought too much, and he was right. Unfortunately, her thoughts were all too often focussed on work related matters, her emotions and all the things that really mattered taking a back seat.
She found herself wishing that she had been placed on any other team but SG-1. Maybe she could have avoided falling in love with him. She could have avoided all the hurt and pain that those feelings caused. Then of course she never would have known his dry humor, gorgeous brown eyes and boyish charm. All the things that made her laugh and smile, as well as the things that made her heart do somersaults. She would have missed all the small moments they had shared, the private jokes, the brief, yet lingering touches.
Tears began to well again in her eyes, as she realized that she wouldn't ever give up the time that they had shared for anything. Yes, there were bad times, but they were heavily outweighed by the good. The bad times only being so because of the strength of her emotions. She loved him, she couldn't deny that, but perhaps it was time to move on.
More to come...