Spoilers: Chimera, and baby one for Meridian.
CHAPTER 9 – A NEW BEGINNING
Changing into her jeans and T-shirt, Sam was busy placing all her toiletries into her bag along with a few other items that Janet had kindly brought on her first night. She couldn't believe that she'd been kept in the hospital so long. Four long days later, she found herself looking back at events that were now only bad memories. Not only had it placed a strain on her own health and sanity, but also her relationship with the team had changed. At the moment she didn't know if that was a good thing or not…only time would tell. Truth be told, she hadn't really had that much time to reflect on the situation because of all the visitors. And this time she didn't mind that they were keeping her mind occupied.
Thankfully, the nightmares seemed to have abated, and she no longer woke up screaming in the night. Janet had told her it was a natural reaction, but she'd asked her to keep that private; the last thing she wanted was for the others to know how much her actions had weighed heavily on her mind. She knew they would understand, but after all her talk about how much she had to do things herself and how much she valued her independence, there were still times when she needed someone to confide in; without having to put on some kind of mask - someone who understood the demands that being a soldier and a woman created. She didn't know how she would have gotten through the last few days without her friend's support. It was a rare friendship and something she valued immensely. She hoped that even after her departure from the SGC they would remain as close as they were now.
Looking back over the last few years, she felt privileged that she'd been involved in something unique. A wonderful team, the chance to explore different civilisations and cultures was something that would always stay in the forefront of her mind. It was doubtful that she would ever experience anything that amazing ever again. Nostalgia had a way of creeping up into a person's heart when they least expected it. No matter how much she tried to rationalise to herself that there was no turning back, she knew that she would always feel a sense of loss at leaving that part of her life behind.
Did she regret her decision? She honestly couldn't answer that. Her mind and heart were pulling in two different directions. Daniel was right about the old forks in the road adage. Certain paths are chosen for a reason. If she hadn't joined the Stargate programme when she did, she wondered how her life would have differed. Would she be settled with a family? Or would she have remained in the military? In all honesty she couldn't answer that. What happened, happened for a reason…and that could never be changed. She had two choices now, to rescind her resignation or carry on the path that she had chosen to take or prepare herself for a life outside the military. Each one was as difficult as the first. There was only one obstacle standing in her way…but it was a big one. Did she risk everything for the sake of something that may never come about? Or did she continue on the same path that she had trodden for the last seven years, and lock her feelings away once more?
If she was honest with herself, she didn't have the answers, and she wouldn't until she talked to him. Unfortunately that was easier said than done. Since her outburst at the house, when she'd openly admitted she loved him, he'd been strangely distant. Uncertainty filled her mind at the thought that maybe he just didn't see her in that way anymore. Maybe too much time had elapsed between them? Surely though if that were the case, then he would say something to her…wouldn't he? Trouble was she didn't know. He was such a private man that for most of the time they served together - unless it was military related, she didn't have a clue at what he was thinking or feeling for that matter. He kept everything so close to his chest…about Charlie, Sarah his feelings for her. But that was him. That was one of the things she loved about him, the fact that when he gave his heart he gave everything of himself - lock, stock and barrel. To get to that point though she knew he'd have to open up to her. And that was something she wasn't sure he could do.
Could she see herself with him for the rest of her life if she wasn't working side by side with him? Would they still have the same feelings for each other if they weren't saving each other's assess? The problem with risking your life everyday for your friends…your family meant that it placed a whole different perspective on things, particularly when it came to relationships. You trust the person that you work with implicitly. Mistrust could never play apart of that aspect of her working life, but that's what had happened. Somewhere along the line he had lost his respect for her. While there were mitigating circumstances surrounding it, the fact was it had changed them, changed their relationship. Sure they had worked it out after a while, but the fact remained that it happened. And she couldn't change that, neither could he. If she did return to work, would there still be a part of him that hesitated if she had to make a decision? Did he now trust her completely, or would the doubt always be there? She didn't know. And until that was resolved, the choice would remain the same; her resignation would stand.
A knock on the door brought her slamming back to the present. Turning round she smiled openly at her friend.
"Hey hon, you all set?" Janet asked lightly walking towards her friend.
"I'm just waiting for my discharge papers, then I'm free." Sam replied hopping back on the bed.
"Has the Colonel been to see you today?"
"No, why?"
"I just wondered, that's all." Janet replied evasively, pulling up a chair.
"Janet. What's going on?"
"Nothing." She answered hesitantly. Then seeing Sam's questioning eyes, she realised that she owed her friend an explanation. "Okay, okay, I'll tell you. But, you can't tell anyone I said anything."
Shuffling herself towards the edge of the bed, she allowed her legs to dangle listlessly over the side. Janet was never usually one to spread gossip, so whatever she had to say about him, piqued her interest. Leaning forward she asked, "So, what's going on?"
"He's wandering around like a bear with a sore head."
"That's it?" Hardly newsworthy, Jack always had a penchant for being in a bad mood every now and again. This wasn't anything she hadn't seen or heard before. Hell she could count the number of times she had seen him in a foul mood.
"I haven't finished yet. The reason he's in a bad mood is because he knows he has to find someone to replace you. And he's not a happy camper. Remember what he was like when he had to find someone to fill Daniel's shoes?"
Oh yes, she remembered it well. He was a nightmare to work for at the time. Granted they were still trying to find their feet after Daniel's ascension, but what the new person didn't realise was, the Colonel had a way of working. And when he had to integrate a new member into his team, and they didn't act how Daniel would've done things or they disagreed with certain aspects he usually lost his temper and ended up replacing them - even when Jonas was part of the team there'd been a period of readjustment. Sam remembered having to placate him, make him realise that it would take time to adjust. So this didn't come as too much of a surprise to her.
"Well, picture that, but ten times worst, he's driving everyone nuts." Janet finished with dramatic flare.
She couldn't help herself, the image brought a smile to her face and her eyes twinkled lightly.
"It's not funny, Sam."
"Sorry." She stated, considering herself thoroughly chastised. But, she did think it was sweet that he missed her. "So, what's the General doing?"
"Well, off the record, he's giving the Colonel a week to sort himself out, otherwise he's going to chose someone for him."
"And I gather the Colonel's no further forward then?"
"Nope. He has 4 days to come up with a replacement. And lets just say you're impossible to replace…and he's only just realising that."
Although she found it flattering that he felt her irreplaceable, she did feel sorry for him, and whoever it was that had been asked to take her place. A part of her was saddened though at the fact that she was being replaced, and that was the end of it. The decision had been taken out of her hands. A sad smile played on her lips at the thought that she was never going back.
"So, how many people has the Colonel tried out?" She asked purely out of curiosity, she couldn't help herself.
"Um...the last time I checked it was ten."
"Ten? Is he going for the record?" Sam laughed at the absurdity. "If he's not careful he's going to run out of staff."
"I know, I think that's why General Hammond said he'd only give him a week."
"Unbelievable. You'd think he'd learned his lesson the last time wouldn't you. So I gather he's tried telling the General that a three manned SG-1 is the best alternative?"
"You name it, he's said it. But, the General won't cave on this." Pausing for a moment she debated on whether to ask her about coming back to work. Things had changed and at the moment she didn't know where her friend stood. "So…any second thoughts?"
Shrugging her shoulders, she didn't know how to answer her, was she sorry about leaving? Absolutely. Could she go back to how everything was…as his 2IC? That was the million-dollar question. If truth be told, she didn't want to go back to that point in her life where she had to hide her feelings for him, too much had changed; she'd changed.
"Yes and no."
"Well that's comprehensive."
"Maybe I just need a bit of time to think things through."
"Time is a luxury you can't afford, Sam. Like it or not you have to make a choice. You can either risk everything and follow your heart. Or…go back to how things were."
"How can I though, he knows how I feel about him now."
"Sam he's always known, it's just that this is the first time you've actually had the courage to tell him aloud an in no uncertain terms that you love him."
"But that's exactly my point, how can we go back?"
"You can't. You have to face it head on and deal with it."
"Easier said than done." Sam advised deflated.
"I know, but I have every confidence in you."
"What no words of wisdom?"
"Sam, I'm a divorcee, single mom who hasn't been on a date in nearly 7 years and you're asking for my opinion on being in love?"
"Good point. Lets drop this subject shall we?"
Picking up her friend's bags, the two women walked casually down towards reception to sign Sam's discharge papers. Janet was certain that no matter what decision her friend made it would be the right one. She knew it wasn't going to be easier. Ultimately there would be regrets no matter which path she chose to take, but there really was no alternative.
It had been several days since Sam had been released from the hospital and apart from that fateful night, he had only seen her while in the presence of someone else. Her revelation that night had shaken him, more than even he cared to admit himself. Who would've thought that those three little words could have evoked so many feelings in him? He'd never spoken to her about it afterwards, not because he didn't care for her, but because he didn't know how to tell her. His feelings for her were unique, unlike anything he had experienced…even with Sarah. His love for her had been borne out of friendship and trust, he relied on her everyday to stand beside him and she had. They had been through so much together and had grown closer each day. Trouble was maybe he'd relied on her too much? It had gotten to the stage now, where he found fault with everyone that had been brought in to take her place. He had no doubts that they were all very good in their own field of expertise, but they weren't Carter. It was getting to the stage that even the General was becoming involved, something that had never happened in the past. Flicking through the various personnel files, he still couldn't find anyone that was suitable, and it was doubtful in his eyes that anyone was. He couldn't imagine carrying on without her…and that was the problem.
The telephone's incessant ringing interrupted his thoughts, which was just as well really. After spending the last 4 hours ploughing through his paperwork, he wasn't any further forward.
"O'Neill."
"Hey…it's me."
"Sam!"
"Yeah it's me. Listen, can we meet for lunch by any chance?"
"Lunch? Um…sure. Anywhere particular?" Jack asked nervously. He shifted in his chair uncomfortably. Was he actually going on a date with Carter? Uncertainty flickered through his eyes at the thought. Maybe this would be the perfect time to tell her, or maybe he should wait and see what she had to say. Then his mind decided to play devils advocate, making him think that she might not have meant what she said that night at the house. He honestly wasn't sure, so maybe meeting her like this would give him the opportunity to ask her; either way it made his stomach flip nervously.
"The café over the road about 1 o'clock?" Sam asked with slight hesitation.
"You okay? You seem a bit…distant."
"No, I'm fine. See you then?"
"I might be a bit late, I've got a meeting with General Hammond, but, I'll be there."
"Good…um…well I'll see you in a little while then. Bye."
"Bye."
Hanging up the phone, Jack leaned back in his chair, slowly rocking backward and forward. Okay, well that was definitely the weirdest conversation he'd had with her for a while. He honestly thought she seemed hesitant…or shy, certainly not like her normal self. Was she having second thoughts about her confession? Maybe she needed time to herself and this was going to be her way of telling him that? Or worse, what if she decided to move away? Maybe he could handle her saying that she needed some space, but now, his thoughts and feelings were all in turmoil. Looking at the mountain of paperwork still left on his desk, he realised that he wasn't going to get anything finished today…not while his mind was on other things.
Checking his watch, he realised if he didn't get his butt into gear pretty quickly he was going to be late for his meeting with General Hammond.
"Jack."
"Sir."
"Take a seat, Colonel."
For a few minutes, General Hammond and Colonel O'Neill sat in total silence while General Hammond access personnel records on his laptop. A curious expression crept on the elderly man's face. It was a side of him, which Jack rarely saw…and it made him uncomfortable.
Reaching for his phone, he contacted his personal secretary advising that no calls were to be placed through until after the meeting had been concluded. Watching the Colonel sitting opposite him, he noticed a distinct nervousness in the young man's demeanour. It was almost laughable. Never in the seven years since his first fateful meeting with him, had he seen the Colonel rattled. He wasn't sure what Jack was expecting, but from the look on his face, he appeared to act as if he had been called into the headmaster's office to await a reprimand. In all his years serving as his commanding officer, he'd never mentioned to Jack that he knew of his feelings for his 2IC. Certainly he'd hinted to some degree that he was aware of the tentative relationship between them, but as their feelings had never compromised any command decisions Jack had had to make, he never believed it was an issue…until now.
Seeing the young man struggling to cope with her decision to leave the SGC, he honestly thought that it would have been the other way around, in that it would be the Colonel who would leave first. Never in his wildest dreams did he expect this turn of events. He'd given him a week to find a replacement for Major Carter, but it was clear from early enquiries and recent mission reports, that things were not boding well in that area. But, just like all commanding officers he knew when his officers were in trouble and this was no exception. There had been nothing overt in the Colonel's behaviour that would warrant a reprimand, his reaction to her leaving had been subtle and a less well-informed officer would probably not have noticed, but he did.
To him, SG-1 was more than just a team; they had become his family. For someone in his position, it was important that he remain objective, look at all the evidence before coming to a conclusion. He'd heard all the rumours over the last few years, but nothing they had said or done could be construed as compromising the integrity of the team and as such he had no reason to intervene. He knew both of them well enough to know that neither of them would put their feelings before their duty, that's the way it was and that's the way he ultimately believed it would remain. Now though it was different. Whatever had happened between them both had changed the dynamics of their relationship and as there was obviously no turning back, the only way he would be able to tackle it, was head on, and this was that time.
"So, how are things coming with finding a new replacement?"
"Things could be better."
"I gather that. According to your recent mission logs, you claim that Major Jameson failed in his duties to disconnect one of the alien devices on P47 869? Is that a correct assessment?"
"Sir, with all due respect, the man's a klutz. Do you know he nearly blew us all to hell. It was a simple enough job, but it ended up with us running for cover, because he triggered a safety protocol."
"Colonel, I appreciate your concern, but just like everything. We all have to learn as we go along. You have to remember that we're dealing with technology we've never encountered before. There will be occasions whereby you will encounter these kinds of problems. I assume Major Jameson has learned from this experience?"
"Yes, but…"
"But what?"
"What about the next time? I can't have my team put at risk like that, sir. It's not acceptable." Jack advised covering his real reasons for not telling his commanding officer.
"Then find me an alternative, Jack. This is the twelfth person you've chosen to replace Major Carter with, without success. We're running out of options here. It's up to you to find someone you can work with. I've read their personnel files, and can assure you, they wouldn't be here if they weren't up to scratch. Are you sure there isn't something else holding you back?"
"I don't know what you mean, sir."
"Do I need to spell it out for you, Colonel?" General Hammond enquired with authority. Looking at the younger man in front of him, he knew exactly what he was thinking, but years of military training and covert ops had ensured that he maintain protocol at all times. And like it or not, the Air Force had made him this way, but had they intended this sort of sacrifice from its officers? Possibly, but was it morally right to keep two people apart, two people who obviously cared a great deal for each other to such a degree that they were willing to give up their careers? He knew that they'd never find anyone more qualified than Major Carter to work alongside SG-1.
The regulations were clear for all to see, however this facility was unique in so many ways, there really hadn't been any thought put into the regulations regarding how difficult it would be to form relationships outside the facility. Maybe, just maybe it was time to make some changes. What he didn't want, was to put the idea into his head, it wasn't fair to build up a persons dreams only to have them dashed again. However, he did need to get a feel on how he felt about her, even if it was just an inkling.
Jack squirmed slightly under the General's penetrating gaze; did he really know about his feelings for her? The answer was simple, he knew, and if his memory served him correctly he'd known for a long time, how could he not? By all accounts he would've read the reports from the Zatarc incident, not just his confession, but Sam's as well. That coupled with his talk with him after Sam was infected by that 'Entity' was more than enough proof to show him, that there was more between them than they let on.
"Sam." Jack said softly, feeling as if he'd just been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
"Son, if it makes you feel better, this doesn't have to go any further. But I do need to know if Major Carter's leaving will have an adverse affect on the team…on you."
"I don't know, General, and that's the honest truth. She's a perfect balance for the team; she works well with all of us, because she encompasses the traits that the team possesses. She's a brilliant engineer/astrophysicist as well as a good scientist and soldier, she brings out the best of the team, and without her there, the team feels…off. We miss her. And if I'm being honest…I miss her. She keeps me sane, sir, particularly during very boring missions when excavations are top of the agenda. Do you know how long Daniel takes to study something like that? A very long time, I can assure you." He continued, rambling slightly.
"Jack, the Air Force, is your mother and father rolled in to one. Sometimes like all good parents it puts undue pressure on their children to achieve the unachievable, to be the best that they can be - without always thinking of the consequences of their actions. I have no doubt in my mind that both you and Major Carter have put your career ahead of…personal feelings." Hammond watched his reaction carefully and out of reflex and years of hiding his feeling opened his mouth to protest. George though had other ideas and placed his hands up to silence him for the moment. "Jack. I know circumstances have changed somewhat, but your feelings for her obviously haven't. I appreciate the difficulties you're going through at the moment, but you have to realise that she's made her decision to leave, and we have to respect that."
"But its not what she wants."
"Maybe not, but that's how it is for now. Have you talked to her about it? Asked her what she wants?"
"Well, no, but I know her."
"That's not enough. Unless she tells me otherwise, a replacement will be found for her. Jack, I appreciate your dedication to this facility, but in less than two days the decision will be firmly taken out of you hands. You need to sit down and talk to each other about where your future lies, be it with the Air Force or…with Major Carter."
Silence ensued that major revelation. General Hammond knew very well about his feelings for her, and his uncertainty about where his life was headed. The General had obviously realised how unhappy he was without her, and made it simple for him…he had to make a choice, just like Sam. And, like it or not he had to talk to her about how he was feeling; something that was easier said than done.
Walking out of the General's office, Jack spent a few moments with his back against the wall, trying to make sense of everything. He couldn't believe that he'd just had that conversation with him. He knew the regulations, and was more than aware of the consequences if he decided to break them. But, like the faithful soldier that he was, he'd never crossed that line. But in doing so, he honestly believed that he might have lost his chance with her.
General Hammond watched the young man close the door behind him. Today was the first time they'd spoken honestly, and it was important to know where they stood on things particularly in these kinds of circumstances. Seeing the younger man today, made him realise how close he was to loosing him as well. He'd seen it happen before…it was like looking at himself in the mirror. A long time ago, he had to make that same choice, but in that instant his head over ruled his heart and he was never the same again. Sure he had a good family and grandchildren to watch over now, but there was still a part of him, that regretted letting her go, and it nearly ruined his career.
Pondering on the path not taken, he tried to assess the situation rationally, to try and find a way to make things work between them. Jack was right; she was too valuable to let go. The SGC needed her just as much as she needed them, and if Jack's inclinations were correct, then he didn't want her to waste her life doing something she'd later regret. There had to be a way, but to find an alternate solution he'd have to pull in a few favours, his only hope was that he could make it work in time. This was something that would need a bit of creative thinking and with Kinsey in the way, he wasn't sure if they would allow it.
Sitting in the darkened booth, Sam checked her watch knowing that he would be here any moment. She couldn't believe how nervous she was. Why was she acting like this? It was only the Colonel after all, but she knew very well why, she was here to tell him she was leaving. It wasn't going to be the easiest conversations, she realised that. But, she wanted him to be the first to know. She'd been thinking about nothing else for the last few days, and each time she came up with a solution, the same problem kept cropping up time and time again. How could she hide her feelings for him anymore? The truth was she couldn't. Fiddling with the salt and pepper shakes on the table, she felt a rush of adrenaline surge through her. With her hands shaking nervously, she dropped the salt container on the table spilling its contents. "Crap." In typical superstitious style she poured some salt into her hand and threw it over her shoulder. Unbeknown to her, the grain of salts flew in the direct path of her former CO.
"Ow, Carter, what d'ya do that for?"
"Sorry sir." She started out of habit, then continued nervously, "It was just that, well, I was playing with the salt and my hand slipped. Then it went over the table and I…"
"I get the picture, Carter." Jack replied wiping his tear stained eyes. "You been here long?"
"No, not really. How did you're meeting go with General Hammond?"
"Okay."
"Just okay?"
"We…um…had a little chat." Jack advised her casually.
"About?" Sam asked frowning, he was hiding something and she knew it.
"Things."
"Jack, don't play hard to get its not your style." Sam countered boldly.
He hated when she did that, snuck under his defences, she was getting very good at it to. "He asked if I'd chosen a new team member."
"Oh." This wasn't what she was expected. If truth were told, she wasn't quite sure what he was hiding, but she had a feeling it had something to do with her. "And have you?"
"What?"
"Chosen someone." Sighing inwardly this was going to be like getting blood out of a stone. She knew it wasn't going to be easy, but this was downright ridiculous.
"No, not yet. There have been a few…complications." Jack informed her evasively. "So, how are things with you? Are you feeling better?"
"Getting there, slowly." Sam started, she knew she had to bring the subject up sometime, and since things were awkward enough as it was, she didn't think she had anything to loose. "Listen, about what happened when…you know. I just want to say that…"
"I know."
"I hate it when you do that." Sam retorted, shaking her head in frustration.
"Do what?" Jack asked with all innocence, he really didn't know why she was getting upset with him
"That phrase, 'I know'. Why do you do that?"
Jack looked at her; the full realisation of her words hit him like a bolt of lightening. It had become a habit for him, to stop people getting closer. He wasn't good with feelings, never had been. So when it came to talking about his own feelings and how they affected someone else, he used to coin that phrase.
"That night at your house, I didn't know what to think. I thought that maybe you said it to piss Pete off."
"Did you really think I could be that callous? I meant what I said. Maybe it was said in the heat of anger, but… it doesn't make the words any less poignant."
Leaning forward, he didn't know what to say. He did love her…more than anything. It wasn't infatuation or because it was forbidden love. He loved everything about her, her smile, her sense of humour…her honesty. He'd tried to deny it, push it back to the furthest corners of his mind, but he couldn't. After Charlie had died, it was easier to hold everything back, to not let anyone in because of his fear that he might lose them. But in doing so, unconsciously he'd done exactly what he feared he would; lose her…not to death, but to someone else. And that was just as bad. He couldn't expect her to wait forever, but he never realised how much it would hurt him seeing her with someone else. After she had started dating Pete, he thought her feelings for him had changed, so he'd shut her out. "I'm sorry for not coming to see you these last few days. I just never knew what to say. I'm not good at this sort of thing, and its scaring the crap out of me."
"I know." Sam replied absently. "I just wanted you to know that I meant it…every word, before I… leave for Washington." There, she'd said it, she'd told him, but she couldn't look at him. It hurt too much.
She was leaving? Did he hear her right? After everything they'd been through, she was just going to pack her bags and walk away…just like that?
"You're leaving?"
"There's nothing left here for me…is there?" Sam asked hesitantly. She hoped this would give him the opportunity to tell her, honestly, that they might have a future together.
"But what about the Air Force…about coming back to the SGC?"
"What would I be coming back to? You'd still be my CO… nothing will have changed. I can't go on like that, Jack; I don't want to put my life on hold again."
"Sam, please we need you. It's not the same without you."
"Maybe not now…"
"Not ever."
"So what are you saying?" Sam asked, wanting and needing to know the answer. It wasn't enough to know that he cared for her; she had to know if they could have any kind of future together if they did try and make a go of things. She knew there'd be risks that it might not work out between them, but surely after all this time they had to at least try.
"I'm asking you to stay."
"As what? Your 2IC?"
"Would that be so bad?"
Sam was exasperated, he just didn't seem to be able to say it…maybe he never could. If that was the case then it was pointless her staying. Standing up she walked over to him, her eyes saddened at the thought that maybe she'd wasted all her time on something that could never be. "When you know the answer to that, call me. I'll be leaving in a few days."
"Sam!" He called after her.
"Goodbye Jack."
Anger.
Frustration
Pride.
Why couldn't he have just told her? She opened the door… all he had to do was walk in. Instead he stood hovering by the doorframe, torn by a decision that he already knew the answer to. Holding his head in his hands, he thought about going after her, but until he got over his fear, his words would be meaningless.
A satisfied smile appeared over the General's face. After nearly 2 days of pulling favours and getting nowhere, he finally received the answer that he was hoping for. He only hoped that it wasn't too late to stop her. He knew she'd be leaving tomorrow morning, but he hoped he could get her to change her mind. If not for Jack's sake then her own. He didn't know everything about what happened the other day between them, but he'd heard enough. And he didn't get where he was without reading between the lines. Both were equally stubborn in their resolve, he knew from first hand experience that Jack kept his feelings very close to his chest, and maybe that was due to years of having to. An expert on covert ops who laid their heart on their sleeve was no use to the military, and when they trained their men, they trained them well…maybe too well. He doubted very much that after all these years that the Colonel would change, but maybe he could get Major Carter to realise that what was hidden beneath the surface was something to take a risk on. Her resignation had come through and she was due to leave in the morning, barely enough time to convince her to come back to the SGC.
Taking stock of all the boxes around her, it was hard to imagine that in just a few years she had accumulated all this 'stuff'. Just the sight of seeing all the boxes around her took her back to the time when her father was given new orders to ship out. It was a strange sensation; she'd always loved the challenge of moving somewhere new and exciting, meeting new people, making new friends. Her only regret was that she was giving up her old ones. There were always one or two people that tried to stay in contact, but it wasn't always possible, and she wondered sometimes what it was like to have a normal life, somewhere she could put down roots and settle down. Here at the SGC she felt as if she had that to some degree, but just as in everything she did, she had to sacrifice something in her life and this time it was no different.
A knock on her door woke her from her silent reverie. For a moment she thought it might be him, but discounted it pretty quickly. She'd not seen or heard from him since that afternoon in the coffee shop. It saddened her to think that after all these years she actually meant so very little to him, that he couldn't even say goodbye to her. Better to find out now, than a few years down the line. Taking a deep breath she headed towards the door to find out who her mystery caller was, with any luck it would be Janet arriving early to pick her up for her goodbye dinner.
"Sir! Come in, please."
"Hello Major."
"How are you, sir?" Looking at the man before her, she didn't know why he was here; standing in her hallway, but it certainly piqued her interest. In all the years she'd been living there, she could only think of one occasion that he'd been to see her at her home, and that was moving day. How ironic that he would come back now.
"I'm well thank you, Major. I see you're very busy with the move. How are things coming along?"
"Actually, sir. I think today has been more to do with reminiscing than packing." Sam replied with a twinge of regret.
"I see."
"Is everything okay, sir?"
"Actually, Major there are some things I'd like to discuss with you about your leaving the SGC, if you'll allow me."
Sam felt a hot glow rise in her cheeks; this wasn't happening. Why was he coming to see her now of all times when he'd had the chance to discuss with her? Why did he have to choose today, the day of her leaving?
"Sir, I appreciate your coming over, but things have gotten a bit more…complicated since I tendered my resignation." Sam told him sadly pouring him a cup of coffee.
"I'm aware of that, Major…Sam. That's part of my reason for my coming over."
Out of all the things that could've thrown her for a loop that had to be the one thing she'd never expected to hear him say. He knew? How could he have known? Suddenly she felt very uncomfortable. Thousands of questions filtered through her mind. The point was did she really want to know the answers?
"I guess you finally listened to that old rumour mill?" Sam questioned taking a sip of coffee.
"Actually, it was Jack. We had a talk and in a round-a-bout way he made his feelings known."
Nearly choking on her coffee, she couldn't believe she'd heard right. Jack had told him? No. It couldn't be possible, this was the same Jack they were talking about, wasn't it? The same Jack O'Neill who couldn't even tell her why she should stay?
"Are you okay?" He asked with concern in his eyes. He knew this was a shock, but he didn't realise how much of a one until he'd told her.
"I…um…think so." She answered trying to control her emotions.
"I understand your reasons for not wanting to return to the SGC."
"If you really understand, sir, then please don't ask me to come back."
"What if I can offer you a viable working solution?"
"I don't understand?"
"Your reasons for not coming back to the SGC are based on the fact that your feelings for Colonel O'Neill would jeopardise both your military careers. Is that a correct assessment?"
The look of embarrassment on her face must have been as clear as day. She didn't know how to respond to such a direct question. Everyone had skirted around the issue up to this point, and she didn't know what to tell him. She couldn't lie to him; it would be like lying to her father.
"Sir, I don't want to put you in this position, it's not fair."
"I don't know if I ever told you about the time I served in Vietnam, did I?"
"You mentioned about your friend getting killed." Sam stated slightly confused. She wasn't quite sure how that was relevant to her circumstances, but General Hammond had a way of looking at things at a whole new perspective and she owed him the courtesy of listening.
"Just before I was shipped out, I worked in a small unit, not dissimilar to SG-1, we were like family. We lived and breathed each other's company. Working side by side with someone day and night creates a certain bond with your unit…something I'm sure you're familiar with?"
Sam nodded in response, it was a side of the General that she rarely got to see, and she felt privileged that he'd decided to share this with her.
"There was a young women in our unit…Mia, she was my 2IC, and she meant a great deal to me, both on a professional level and on a personal one."
"I didn't know." Sam said softly, realising why he was telling her this.
"No one did. If word ever got out that we had feelings for each other, then you can bet your boots we would have been court martialled. Don't get me wrong; nothing happened between us…nothing could given our positions. But, it didn't mean that the feelings weren't there. We kept up the pretence between us for so long that towards the end we ended up hurting each other. Neither one of us could openly admit that we loved each other, after all we had our careers to think of. The Air Force was our life; we were dedicated soldiers, that's what they trained us to be. I would never have asked her to give up her career for me, nor would she ask the same of me."
"What happened to her?"
"She was sent to gather intelligence…and something went wrong. I didn't even get the chance to say goodbye."
"She never knew how you felt?"
"She knew in her heart, but it's not the same thing."
"I'm sorry." Sam whispered taking stock of what he was saying.
"Regret is a terrible thing, Sam."
"Do you think about her?"
"Every day."
"I wish he'd tell me." Sam told him, her voice barely audible.
"Sam, you have to understand something about the Colonel, he's an intensely private man. You see only a fraction of what he is, but I do know that he loves you. I've known for a long time."
It was almost incomprehensible to her; she couldn't believe what she was hearing. It was like a fragmented dream everything was coming at her in all directions, and she didn't know what to say to him. "He's never told me."
"Give him time. It just takes him a little while longer to say it, but it doesn't mean that he doesn't feel it."
"I don't know what to do. I tried talking to him, but…"
"Let me put this question to you. Do you want to leave the SGC?"
"No, of course not. I love my job, the people I work with. And if I do say so myself, I'm damn good at what I do."
"The President agrees with you…as do I."
"What?" Did the whole world know about it, but her?
"Believe it or not Major, we don't want to lose you either. Your expertise is invaluable to the work that we do at the SGC, and if you left, I don't think it would be too long before the Colonel left either."
"The Colonel's thinking about leaving? Why? I'm not there to complicate matters for him."
"It's not a matter of complications, it has to do with loving the job that you're doing. His hearts not in it, because its thinking of other things."
"Oh."
"The President has authorised a new post at the SGC, which I think you'll be interested in."
"What sort of post?"
"Well, it's a Technical post, working with SG-1 in a scientific capacity. The person would report everything to me, and I would be their supervising officer. The reason the post has not been offered to a military officer is because of the specialised requirements the jobholder has to have. And believe me it is extensive, which is why we have only been able to find one person that has the right qualifications. The President decided that a Civilian advisor would be the most objective. What do you think? Is it something you're interested in?"
"And the Colonel?"
"Only you can answer that. From my point of view you would be working directly for me, therefore, there would be no conflict of interest. As long as dynamics of the team don't change and you don't bring issues into work then I don't have a problem. Whatever happens out of work is none of my business."
Sam was shell shocked, this is what she wanted, to stay here with her friends…her family. To continue with the work that she lived was more than she ever expected. The question was, could she cope with knowing that the tentative relationship she'd had with Jack was over? He'd made his feelings perfectly clear, hadn't he? By not calling her it was his way of letting her go…and as painful as it was, maybe it was the right thing for both of them - to move on with their lives. But, if that were the case, why then did it hurt so much?
Clearing her throat, she answered him softly. "How long do I have to make the decision?"
"I need an answer by tomorrow morning, Major."
Nodding in compliance, she smiled softly. "Sir, thank you for giving me this opportunity. I appreciate all the effort you've gone to over this. I know it couldn't have been easy."
"Major, my job is to ensure the smooth running of the SGC, and if this is the only way I can preserve something unique, then that's what I'll do. Just like in any command structure you help those people who work with you achieve their potential. This is just an extension of that. I've learned some valuable lessons throughout my career; some of them have been painful. I just hope that I can at least try and spare my people the pain of going through it…the only way I can."
Surprising herself she enveloped him in a hug. It was hard sometimes not having her father here to talk to…not that she could talk to him about this, but it made her feel secure that he was there to stand beside her when things went pear shaped.
"I appreciate it, Sir. I'll let you know by this tomorrow."
"Then I'll leave you alone. If you have any questions, you know where to reach me."
"Thank you."
After showing him out, Sam didn't know what to think, this had just come out of the blue. And she found herself torn once more about which direction her life should take. On one hand, she could start her life afresh in a new city, new adventures, and new friends. Or, she could stay here to a life that had brought her nothing but unhappiness these last few weeks. Did she give up her dreams of a nice normal life or continue with a life where she didn't know where it would take her?
The darkened sky was littered with stars shining brightly in the heavens; the neighbourhood was decidedly quiet, with only the occasional sound coming from his neighbours yard. He liked it up here, it was peaceful, a place of solitude where he could drown his sorrows without having to worry about being disturbed. Only a handful of people new where he came when he needed time to think to ponder on the mysteries of life.
Swigging down his fourth beer, he felt his emotions receding to the back of his mind, taking away the pain that he'd almost certainly lost her. And all this was due to what? Pride? Honour? Uncertainty? Fear of the unknown? It didn't matter what he was feeling now, very soon it would be cast into oblivion.
It was nearly 7pm, Sam would be getting ready for her farewell meal with the others, and where was he going to be? Passed out on his roof because he was too stupid to tell her how he felt. He could see them now; laughing about the times they'd gotten into trouble, tears of sadness at her leaving. Saying goodbye was something that he'd never been able to do…not after Charlie, maybe not ever. He doubted she'd want him there anyway, not after what he'd said to her. Come back as my 2IC? What the hell was that all about? He knew what she was asking him, and more than anything he wanted to tell her that he couldn't go on without her. He loved his job, because she was there with him, sharing his journey side by side. Hell, the only reason he'd stayed so long was because of her. Never did he think he'd fall in love again, but he had. He didn't know when he'd fallen for her, but he remembered the feelings well. When he thought he'd lost her for good that time when she was taken over by the entity, he had to make the choice to let her go. It was a hurt so painful that he didn't think he could ever feel that way again…until now.
Drowning his sorrows, he failed to hear the approaching footsteps climbing up the side of the house.
"Ahem!"
"Go away, Daniel."
Ignoring his irritating tone, Daniel climbed the rest of the steps, and sat down on the deck, watching him pour down what seemed to be the fourth bottle of beer down his throat.
"Why are you doing this?"
"Leave me alone Daniel, I'm not in the mood." Jack replied picking up another bottle and flicking the top open.
"Don't do this to her, Jack."
"Do what Daniel? Sit at some table, saying how great the last seven years have been and then say goodbye? Thanks, but no thanks."
"So instead you're going to sit up here and get drunk?"
"Works for me."
"You know what Jack, I wonder why I bother?"
"You got me."
"Jack! By tomorrow she's going to be gone, and you are going to be insufferable to work with."
"What and you're not?"
"This isn't about me, Jack and you know it. You know what your problem is?"
"No, but I'm sure you're going to tell me."
"You love her. And for the last… God knows how many years; you've been able to hide behind all the rules and regulations because it's been a nice safety net for you. But, now that you don't have that any more, you don't know what to do. For the first time in your life you have a situation that you can't control and its scaring the crap out of you."
"She's leaving Daniel. Don't you get it?"
"She's only leaving because you never told her how you feel. She risked everything for you, she gave up her career…her life here with her friends in the hope that you might tell her the truth."
"It's too late, Daniel."
"It's only too late, if you don't get off you ass and do something. Stop wallowing in self-pity and go tell her the truth...you owe her that at the very least."
"Are you done?"
Shaking his head, he wondered why he'd bothered to come out all this way. He'd never change, he should've realised that.
"Yeah I'm done." Daniel replied walking away.
Left alone once more to his own thoughts, Jack knew that everything Daniel said was right, he did love her, but his thoughts always betrayed. He couldn't see how someone as smart and beautiful as she was could love someone like him. When she turned up at the meeting that first day, he knew there was something about her that made him want to get to know her more; it wasn't just her spirit or enthusiasm, there was something in her eyes that caught his attention. Over the years, his feelings for her had changed. She wasn't just his 2IC whom he cared for; she was someone he loved, someone he dreamed he would spend the rest of his life with. But as time went on he came to realise that his hopes of ever being with her were fading fast. Then when she started dating Pete, he realised that he'd lost his chance. But then fate decreed that he deserved a second chance with her, and what did he do? He blew it again.
Time had flitted by and before he knew it, he'd been drinking for over four hours; chances were that her going away dinner would be coming to a close, and he hated himself for not going, for not having the courage to tell her that he loved her. His chest tightened at the thought that he was never going to see her again; his biggest fear would become a reality. Panic flickered through his mind. He had to tell her, before it was too late.
Stumbling up from the deck, he kicked over the 12 bottles of beer that littered the walkway and slid as quickly as he could down the ladder. In his haste he missed a wrung and ended up falling the last few steps. The pain was excruciating, but he was determined to do something. Driving was definitely out, the next logical thing was to grab a cab to her house. Limping into his house, he tried about 5 cab companies, but by some cruel twist of fate they wouldn't be able to get there for at least a few hours. Swearing in temper he slammed the phone down. Damn it, he'd just have to hedge his bets and wait by the side of the road in the hope that he could flag down a cab.
Twenty minutes later he was still waiting. Typical! It was the only time in his life when he regretted living in a quiet neighbourhood. Call her! He had her number, he'd just tell her over the phone. Why didn't he think of it earlier? Groaning with frustration, he couldn't believe her phone wasn't turned on. Out of all the times for her to switch her phone off…she chose now! There wasn't any alternative; he'd have to walk. Uncertain if his continuously swelling ankle would hold out for the 10-mile journey to her house, he had to give it a go.
"Thanks for letting me stay at yours tonight, Janet. I really didn't fancy spending the night alone. Not tonight anyway."
"Cassie will be glad to see you, she's going to really miss you. We all will. Promise me one thing though."
"What?"
"Stay in touch?"
"Oh Janet, you're my best friend of course I'm going to stay in touch. You think that after all we've been through I'd just forget you? Ha! I'm not that lucky."
"I'll remember that."
The two women laughed at their own silliness. It had been a difficult night for all of them. Particularly when Daniel had shown up and told them that he wasn't going to be there. Initially she was angry, before long anger changed into sadness, then finally denial. What did it matter that the last few years had been for nothing? His words meant nothing to her; he was now just a part of one of life's lessons. Just like all the other disappointing times in her life, she'd managed to pick herself on, dust herself off and start all over again…this time would be no different. And that's what she'd been saying to herself for the last few hours.
After two hours of walking, Jack finally managed to grab a cab - his ankle was throbbing. It was nearly 2am when he finally got to hers. From the outside it looked as if no one was home? Surely the party hadn't gone on that long? After asking for the cab to wait while he checked the place out, he walked slowly around the house; a creepy feeling fell over him as he remembered the last time he'd had to do this. This time though the house was deserted. Looking through the living room window he saw all her boxes lined up by the walls, one on top of the other. All the things she cared about were locked away; her whole life was here in Colorado, her hopes and dreams her friends and he was responsible for taking all that away from her. Without even thinking about it, he'd forced her into a corner…just like Pete had. His only choice now, was to make her see that he loved her, and was prepared to do anything to not let her go…even if that meant giving up the Air Force for her.
The taxi honked its horn with impatience. Jack tired and sore walked over to tell him that he needed a few more minutes. The cab driver looked at him incredulously, wondering why anyone would want to look at a house in the dark. He didn't understand, but as long as Jack paid him enough, he'd more or less wait all night.
"Have you got a pen and paper?" Jack asked impatiently.
Huffing and puffing with exasperation, the taxi driver rummaged through his glove box and finally pulled out a scrap of paper.
"Is that all you have?"
"Hey I'm a cab driver, not a stationer."
"Fine, that will have to do. I'll be 5 minutes."
"Take your time, you're paying for it."
"Yeah, tell me about it." Jack retorted hobbling up to her steps.
Lowering himself onto the concrete steps, he ankle felt like it was going to explode, but he had to focus on what he was going to say to her. Putting pen to paper, he began writing, pouring his heart and soul into the letter. He needed her to know that he was willing to do anything for her, that without her, he was nothing. Once he started writing, he found it easier to put down in words what he'd been feeling all along. He didn't know how long it had taken him to write, but by the end he didn't feel as if he could say anything else that would make her realise that he loved her.
Dear Sam
It's nearly 3am and I'm sitting outside your front door wondering how I can tell you how much you mean to me.
I'm not good with words, which is why every time I try and tell you face to face, I end up hurting you more. That afternoon at the café, you'll never know how much it hurt to see you walk away like that, because I didn't have the guts to tell you that I love you. Just so there's no misunderstanding, I love you Samantha Carter and without you I'm lost. Your soul is like a shining light guiding me home and I can't imagine my life without you.
I'll understand if you don't want to see me anymore, or if you decide to move on with your life. I won't like it, but I'll respect your decision. I've behaved like an ass, and I'm sorry. I hope if nothing else you'll forgive me.
Love Always
Jack
Folding the letter, he took a deep shaky breath. With trembling hands he pushed the note through the letterbox. It was up to her now.
The taxi picked her up early the following morning, there was so much to do that she'd hardly had time to spend with Janet and Cassie that morning. Her boxes were being picked up later that afternoon, and she still had some packing to finish off. Not to mention the phone call to General Hammond. She'd put it off long enough in the hopes that he'd come round, but it was clear now that, that wasn't going to happen.
Shaking hands opened the front door; she couldn't believe that by the end of the day she'd be leaving for good. Lost in the thought, she almost missed the small bit of paper that had been strewn across her hall. Initially she thought it might be a flyer, and was about to throw it away before something caught her eye. The note was handwritten. Her initial thought was that somehow Pete had been released from detention, but looking at the writing she realised it was Jack's.
She didn't know what to think, why would Jack be sending her a note? It didn't make sense. Walking into the living room, she sat down wearily; her body trembled at the thought of what he might say. But she knew the only way to find out was to read it.
Her eyes slowly read the words on the page, each one made her stomach flip. Brushing away the tears that fell precariously down the cheeks she couldn't believe it, the words he wrote was beautiful. He loved her, there was no misinterpretation, he wanted her to stay, not because she was his 2IC, but because he loved her. It was something that she'd been waiting to hear for a long time.
Then it hit home, she was moving, in less than 7 hours. Trying to calm herself down, she reached for the phone; dialling the number he'd left for her.
"Hello?"
"Sir, it's Major Carter. About the offer…"
The following days had passed by so quickly that she didn't know how she managed to cope. Never in her life had she felt so nervous about starting a new job. She hoped that they were expecting her; she'd hate to get this worked up for nothing. She was sure she'd got the right date. Checking her letter of confirmation once more, she clutched it like a lifeline, this was a new beginning and she was going to make every moment of it count.
He couldn't believe she hadn't contacted him; it had been days since he'd left the note at her house. He didn't know what to expect from her, or even if she'd acknowledge the letter, either way he knew in his heart that maybe he'd left it too late, just like Daniel had said. His foul mood had not improved over time, if anything it had increased. The deadline had passed and he still hadn't found anyone to replace her. The General had called him at home and asked that he come in to his office first thing Monday morning. It was the first time that he hated coming into work. His resignation letter was in his shirt pocket…just in case. Knocking tentatively at the door, he waited patiently while the General concluded whatever business he was conducting on the phone. Taking a seat, he waited with baited breath on whom the General had chosen as his new 2IC.
"Colonel."
"General."
"Thank you for your recommendations that SG-1 should remain a three person team. I hope you'll appreciate that I've taken all your comments and recommendations on board before I finalised my decision."
Jack knew that look on the General's face and heard his tone; he'd already chosen a new team member. If he hadn't he wouldn't have given him the spiel on appreciating his recommendations. His heart sank, and he wondered if now would be the most opportune time to tell him about his decision on retiring.
"Sir…"
Holding his hand up to allow him to finish, the general interrupted him, saying with authority, "Jack, I know these last few weeks have been difficult for you, what with Major Carter's resignation from the Air Force and the new team members that were placed with SG-1, but I believe I have found a suitable replacement for you."
"With all due respect, sir. No one could replace Major Carter." Jack replied defeated.
"I believe the person I've chosen has all the necessary qualifications to assist SG-1. There will be a subtle change in the command structure, Colonel in the fact that they will be reporting their findings directly to me."
"I don't understand, sir. Are you questioning my command abilities?" Jack argued lightly, his tone reflecting his mood.
"I believe it is best for all concerned. Besides I think for the next few weeks while your ankle heels, will be the perfect time to get to know one another."
Great. Just great. Not only had he lost the person he loved, it seemed as if the General now doubted his ability to effectively command his new 2IC. After all he'd said about his feelings for his 2IC being kept off the record, he wondered if he had betrayed him. Doubt flickered through his mind at the thought that the one whom he looked up to could allow this.
General Hammond resisted the urge to tell him the truth, but he had made a promise that he refused to break. Picking up the phone, he called his secretary, "Please show the Doctor in."
Doctor? He was bringing in another scientist to take her place? He tried to hold his tongue in place, after all it wasn't their fault that they were given this assignment, but his mind was definitely made up. He didn't think he could cope with babysitting another scientist, it was too hard, and brought back too many memories. Hearing the door open, he knew he'd have to turn around and greet them. Trouble was he didn't feel as if his heart was in it.
"Colonel, I'd like to introduce you to your newest team member."
Taking a deep breath, he shifted his chair from under him before promptly turning around, to see her.
"Sam!" His legs felt like jelly. He couldn't believe it; she was standing there grinning like a Cheshire cat at his nervousness. "You're my…but how? Who? What?"
He was beyond confused. Was Sam his new team member? How could she be? His thoughts were jumbled and nothing that came out of his mouth made sense.
"General Hammond made it happen." Sam said softly, her face glowing with excitement.
"You did?" Jack asked hesitantly, unsure if this was a dream or just a bad reaction he was having from his pain medication.
"I did." General Hammond advised with authority.
"He did." Sam answered confirming it for the third time. From the looks on his face, she didn't really think he believed them.
"Now if you two will excuse me, I have some duties to attend to." General Hammond advised smiling at Jack's expression. "Jack, I'll leave you to get to know your newest team member."
Scratching his head in confusion, he had to sit down. No, he had to pinch himself to make sure this was real, because his brain couldn't quite comprehend what had taken place just now.
"Pinch me." He asked her.
"What?" Sam laughed. She'd played out this conversation in her mind ever since she's agreed to take up the General's offer, but this was definitely not what she expected him say.
"I said, 'Pinch me'." He had to make sure that she wasn't some warped delusion that his brain had made up, and the only way to test his theory was to have her hurt him.
Shrugging her shoulders, she grabbed his arm with her finger and thumb and squeezed it hard.
"Ow."
"Feel better for that do you?" Sam said lightly, his grin now beamed from ear to ear causing her eyes to twinkle at the absurdity of their conversation.
"Not a delusion?"
"Did you hit your head when you fell?" giggling, she found the whole situation very funny. That morning after she'd contacted Janet and told her about the letter. There really wasn't any doubt about her decision after that. She loved him and he loved her. Long distance love affairs rarely worked out, but she knew then that they could make it work. It was going to take some time, and they were going to have to get to know each other as people rather than soldiers. But, if they could survive this, then there was no doubt that between the two of them, they could cope with anything life had to throw at them.
"How did you know about that?"
"Janet told me when you went to see her this morning." She'd almost fallen off her kitchen chair, at the thought that he'd walked all that way to her house with a busted ankle.
"The Doc knew you were staying?"
"She's my best friend."
"Why didn't you tell me? Do you know what you put me through?" Jack started, building up momentum.
"Serves you right."
"I can't believe you just said that. I thought you loved me?"
"Well, you know what they say; love means, never having to say you're sorry." Sam smiled triumphantly.
"Does Daniel know you're back?"
"No, why?"
"Lets not tell him. He's already insufferable, can you imagine what he's going to be like knowing he was right about us."
"I think he'd notice, don't you?"
"What about if we stick an artefact under his nose, that'll keep him occupied for hours."
She didn't think she could ever feel this happy, being here with him right now made her heart do cartwheels, and she couldn't stop grinning. If anything was going to change, it was going to be in the right direction, and all her doubts and fears melted away as he took her hand.
"Thank you, Sam."
"For what?"
"For giving me a second chance." Jack told her with honesty. "I had a glimpse of what my life could have been like, and I hated it."
"Just promise me one thing." Sam told him with a straight face.
"What's that?" Jack asked with all seriousness.
"You put the toilet seat down when you're done." Sam laughed, then moved out of the way, so he couldn't swat her playfully.
"It's a deal." He grinned before taking her in his arms. His touch was soft and sensual as he caressed her back. He couldn't believe how right this felt, it reminded him of when he'd looped, and how she'd reciprocated at his touch. Moving his arms to surround her, he felt her move closer into him, and his hands wandered listlessly through her hair, before 'dipping' her. As before he felt her arms embrace the nape of his neck as he kissed her tenderly.
"General." Daniel called out knocking on the door. Getting no response, he walked in and saw two people otherwise engaged. Clearly though it wasn't General Hammond. It was… Jack? "Jack?"
He felt her giggle beneath him; the moment was over.
"Daniel. Your timing as always is perfect." Jack replied through gritted teeth.
"Sam!"
"Hey Daniel." Sam replied her cheeks flushed at being caught.
"Welcome back…I assume you're back?"
"Yes she is. Now if you'll excuse us, General Hammond has asked that I get to know my newest team member. And I don't want to disappoint him." Jack replied, pushing the young archaeologist out of the door.
"Speak to you later then?"
"Much later, Daniel." Jack advised closing the door to allow them some privacy.
Putting his back against the door, Daniel smiled knowingly to himself before saying aloud. "I knew I was right!"
The End!