"Sam, I'm a guy you're going to have to help me out with what that means."
Jack groaned.
"Let me take these plates and dump them in the dish washer, the cheesecake can wait and we can talk about this, without all the Colonel's and Sir's and Major's and Carter's."
"You're going to call me something other than Colonel or Sir? That'll be a first."
"I think the further this conversation is from the Air Force the better." Sam said as she picked up the plates from the table and carried them towards the kitchen.
"Just dump them in the sink." Jack suggested.
"I'll put them in the dishwasher." Sam scrapped the plates and rinsed them under the tap before stacking them in the dishwasher. She wiped her hands on a towel before walking to the kitchen doorway. "Look if I'm going to call you something other than sir, you have to call me Sam."
"I can do that." Jack said with a smile.
"Can we go and sit out on the deck? It's a nice evening and the stars are starting to come out?"
"Sure. Do you want some more wine?" He asked.
"I'm fine." She went outside and sat on a chair on the deck.
"So?" Jack said as he joined her.
"So. Can I just say something first?" She asked, he nodded. "Whatever we say or don't say here, I don't want it to affect SG-1. We're good at getting past awkward moments because what we do is for the greater good. That it's sometimes fun and exhilarating and the fact that it is sometimes deadly or embarrassing or stressful is why we love it. You're a good CO and your heart is in the right place so don't let this affect Daniel and Teal'c because it has nothing to do with them for now. Thus ends the only part of this conversation that relates to work."
"Okay. So where do want to start?"
"Why don't you go first?" She prompted.
"Maybe we should deal with the past before we deal with the future and the present."
"Okay."
"So why don't we start with Jonas?"
"We met about eighteen months before I started working at the Pentagon. He was charming in his own sort of way. I was swept along with it, so when he asked me to marry him I said yes. That's when things started to go wrong. He'd go on special ops mission, when he came back he'd be different, I knew he did and saw some awful things, but it was like he was a different person. It got worse every time he came back, he'd pick at little things, start an argument for no reason. One day I asked him if he was okay, he yelled at me, then hit me. I grabbed my stuff and walked out, requested a transfer, gave him back the ring and ended up at the Pentagon. I didn't see him again until he started working at the SGC, we talked for a few hours and decided to put the past behind us because we had to work together. I hardly ever saw him unless it was something to do with a mission. When he threw himself into the gate the only thing I was worried about was how his mother was going to take it. She was always proud of him. She died about six months after he did, I guess she didn't have anything worth living for anymore."
"I guess you want to know about Sara."
"No. I know everything about your relationship with Sara that I need to. Maybe you should start with your Captain Kirk moment with Kynthia."
"I was drugged with the cake. I honestly didn't know what was happening. It was just after we started out and we weren't trying to offend too many people, so I accepted the cake. I think anything that makes you age that quickly is a bad idea. Narim."
"He was a nice guy. But he made me feel slightly stupid, they've out thought Quantum Physic, when we're only just touching on the subject. Besides I honestly didn't think of him like that. Laira?"
"I thought I was stuck there, the gate was buried and I thought there was no chance of ever getting home, even if you and Teal'c had made it back okay. I tried to stay positive but I thought there was no change of my leaving. Laira was a good woman, she wanted me to forget about Earth and join the village, and I'd finally given up the day Teal'c came through."
"You should have known we would have never given up on you, I would have never given up on you, that I would have tried everything to get you back. We contacted all of our allies to get them to send a ship, I worked pretty much twenty-four hours a day seven days a week working on the particle beam accelerator. Teal'c had to carry me out of the lab more than once, Janet injected me with a sedative, General Hammond banned me from the base for two days, giving up was never an option. You know we never leave a man behind and I wouldn't have been able to live with myself if I hadn't tried everything."
"I know. I guess I lost faith for while. I'm sorry. I guess that brings us to Martouf."
"Jollinar loved him, she and Lantesh had been together for hundreds if not thousands of years. Her feelings for him are one of the strongest impressions she left with me. She would have done anything to protect him, she knew even by dying within me in some small way she was still protecting him and the Tok'ra. The only way I can deal with the emotions is to separate myself from them. Martouf is a good friend, but that's all he'd ever be because I could never be sure if it was my emotions or Jollinar's involved. I guess that leaves us with the present and where that leads our futures."
TBC
"Let me take these plates and dump them in the dish washer, the cheesecake can wait and we can talk about this, without all the Colonel's and Sir's and Major's and Carter's."
"You're going to call me something other than Colonel or Sir? That'll be a first."
"I think the further this conversation is from the Air Force the better." Sam said as she picked up the plates from the table and carried them towards the kitchen.
"Just dump them in the sink." Jack suggested.
"I'll put them in the dishwasher." Sam scrapped the plates and rinsed them under the tap before stacking them in the dishwasher. She wiped her hands on a towel before walking to the kitchen doorway. "Look if I'm going to call you something other than sir, you have to call me Sam."
"I can do that." Jack said with a smile.
"Can we go and sit out on the deck? It's a nice evening and the stars are starting to come out?"
"Sure. Do you want some more wine?" He asked.
"I'm fine." She went outside and sat on a chair on the deck.
"So?" Jack said as he joined her.
"So. Can I just say something first?" She asked, he nodded. "Whatever we say or don't say here, I don't want it to affect SG-1. We're good at getting past awkward moments because what we do is for the greater good. That it's sometimes fun and exhilarating and the fact that it is sometimes deadly or embarrassing or stressful is why we love it. You're a good CO and your heart is in the right place so don't let this affect Daniel and Teal'c because it has nothing to do with them for now. Thus ends the only part of this conversation that relates to work."
"Okay. So where do want to start?"
"Why don't you go first?" She prompted.
"Maybe we should deal with the past before we deal with the future and the present."
"Okay."
"So why don't we start with Jonas?"
"We met about eighteen months before I started working at the Pentagon. He was charming in his own sort of way. I was swept along with it, so when he asked me to marry him I said yes. That's when things started to go wrong. He'd go on special ops mission, when he came back he'd be different, I knew he did and saw some awful things, but it was like he was a different person. It got worse every time he came back, he'd pick at little things, start an argument for no reason. One day I asked him if he was okay, he yelled at me, then hit me. I grabbed my stuff and walked out, requested a transfer, gave him back the ring and ended up at the Pentagon. I didn't see him again until he started working at the SGC, we talked for a few hours and decided to put the past behind us because we had to work together. I hardly ever saw him unless it was something to do with a mission. When he threw himself into the gate the only thing I was worried about was how his mother was going to take it. She was always proud of him. She died about six months after he did, I guess she didn't have anything worth living for anymore."
"I guess you want to know about Sara."
"No. I know everything about your relationship with Sara that I need to. Maybe you should start with your Captain Kirk moment with Kynthia."
"I was drugged with the cake. I honestly didn't know what was happening. It was just after we started out and we weren't trying to offend too many people, so I accepted the cake. I think anything that makes you age that quickly is a bad idea. Narim."
"He was a nice guy. But he made me feel slightly stupid, they've out thought Quantum Physic, when we're only just touching on the subject. Besides I honestly didn't think of him like that. Laira?"
"I thought I was stuck there, the gate was buried and I thought there was no chance of ever getting home, even if you and Teal'c had made it back okay. I tried to stay positive but I thought there was no change of my leaving. Laira was a good woman, she wanted me to forget about Earth and join the village, and I'd finally given up the day Teal'c came through."
"You should have known we would have never given up on you, I would have never given up on you, that I would have tried everything to get you back. We contacted all of our allies to get them to send a ship, I worked pretty much twenty-four hours a day seven days a week working on the particle beam accelerator. Teal'c had to carry me out of the lab more than once, Janet injected me with a sedative, General Hammond banned me from the base for two days, giving up was never an option. You know we never leave a man behind and I wouldn't have been able to live with myself if I hadn't tried everything."
"I know. I guess I lost faith for while. I'm sorry. I guess that brings us to Martouf."
"Jollinar loved him, she and Lantesh had been together for hundreds if not thousands of years. Her feelings for him are one of the strongest impressions she left with me. She would have done anything to protect him, she knew even by dying within me in some small way she was still protecting him and the Tok'ra. The only way I can deal with the emotions is to separate myself from them. Martouf is a good friend, but that's all he'd ever be because I could never be sure if it was my emotions or Jollinar's involved. I guess that leaves us with the present and where that leads our futures."
TBC