AN- Italics represent flashbacks
Sam woke up the next morning to the sun streaming in on her from her living room window. She sat up and stretched out her sore muscles. She was still in good shape physically, but her last fight had been with a Gou'ald over a year ago. If Janet had still been here, Sam knew she would have given her hell about her night on the couch. Janet always worried about Sam's sleeping habits, or in Janet's opinion the lack of. It was times like these that Sam missed her friend the most.
She puttered her way into her bathroom and ran a hot shower, hoping it would relieve the tension in her shoulders. As she leaned further into the scalding spray, her mind drifted back to the final mission of SG-1.
They were all getting ready; Sam was fastening her pack onto her shoulders, Daniel was busy trying to stuff every possible recording device he could find into his pack, Teal'c was sitting on the bench, calmly waiting for his teammates, and Jack was being uncharacteristically quiet. The more that Sam thought back, the more she realized that everyone had been quiet for some reason. Jack's usual banter and jokes at Daniel's expense were absent, as were Daniel's ramblings about how amazing this planet was supposed to be for Archeology. Sam remembered feeling very bewildered at her team's quiet and asked if anything was wrong. She just got a poor excuse of a cover up grin from the Colonel with a flippant 'Who me? Never' and a distracted shake from Daniel. Teal'c remained stoically silent, as if at a burial ceremony. She was still confused as the Colonel turned toward the team. Sam could have sworn she saw a deep sadness as he looked at his team, but it was quickly masked by the trade mark O'Neill manner.
"Let's go, campers." And with that they headed toward the Gate room.
Sam turned off the spray and quickly toweled herself off. She was going to have to rush if she was going to get there early. She walked into her closet and pulled out her dress uniform. The last time she had worn it was at Janet's funeral. She shook her head out of the memory and continued to get ready.
Twenty minutes later, Sam trotted down her driveway to her car. There was a note from Pete stuck in between her windshield blade. Sam snatched it off and dropped it to the ground. That part of her life was over now, and Sam had the feeling that this meeting with Hammond today would begin a new chapter in her life. She placed the stack of classified folders on her front seat and pointed her car toward the mountain.
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