4 After Icon: Part Eight

'Painting'

A/N: I got my car fixed. Now, I can post this chapter I wrote yesterday, enjoy.

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Somewhere in the SGC (not telling, I don't want anyone to find me when I go)

Minutes later as they got off the elevator, Sam could not stand the silence. "Where are we going? This floor is scarcely used. This one time..."

Having cut her sentence short with his voice, "Don't tell me, at band camp right?"

"Band camp? No, on the elevator." Sam paused walking and noticed that Jack was containing a laugh. What is he up to? I know that phrase from a movie. "Just be good and hope I don't have any flutes or trumpets." Sam blushed. That was inappropriate of me.

"Oh, you were a band camp girl. I thought you sounded like her for a moment there. So what happened on the elevator?" Jack started walking again and she followed with a blank look on her face.

"I have no idea. Oh, this one time, I mean one time I seen Hammond get on the elevator from this floor." Sam watched as Jack pulled out a key and opened a door to go inside. She followed.

"You don't say." Jack unlocked another door that had a hazardous material sign in large bold that almost covered half of the door. He started to walk in as he seen Sam was standing back. "Come on, its ok see, I have the key."

"Sir, you're rhyming again." Sam followed him thru yet another locked door.

"Here we are. It was Hammond's place and now its mine. No bugs in here just blue walls. Nope, this set of rooms is secure from any outside observation." Jack strolled into a rather large room that was decorated like a living room. It also had a kitchen and several doors leading other places. "Want the two dollar tour? There are a few doors that I can't allow you access, but I can show you around the living quarters."

"Sure." Sam followed him around the living room, kitchen, bathroom and finally the bedroom. The smile on her face dwindled, which was replaced with a serious eye-twitching gaze.

"Lighten up Carter, you want tea or something." Jack walked back into the kitchen.

"I have never been told about this place. You have a little retreat from the command center. I really like the hunting lodge feeling it has with the light blue walls that looks like the sky." Sam sat down on his soft black leather couch. Involuntarily she started to envision them lying on the leather couch in the same closeness as they had another time. Having been in the cave in Kentucky reminded her of another cave. Memories of the time they were attacked and went threw the Stargate and got sent to the gate in Antarctica. The feelings washed over her of her helplessness to save Jack, as he lay wrapped in blankets on the icy ground within a cave. "I was actually just thinking about when you and I were found by Hammond almost frozen by that other Stargate in Antarctica."

Jack paused from pouring her drink, "Yea, I remember ordering you to take the supplies and follow plan B. You climbed up and came back down then Hammond found us."

Sam's eyes were fixed on a painting of a log cabin by a lake as she spoke, "When I came back down from finding nothing but and ice world, I found you still alive. I crawled next to you." Sam kept her eyes averted from him. She knew that was the only way she could talk about the subject. "I told you it was also an honor for me to have served with you. I seen that you had more broken bones then I thought. I knew that we would not survive much longer. The gate did not work and there was no way of finding help. I actually told you to sleep and laid next to you expecting to die with my head on your shoulder." Both of them remembered in that instant all of the following times when she rested her head on his shoulder. She stopped talking and escaped for a few moments into the painting. He finds cabins and lakes for fishing to be relaxing. Yea, I guess I see the appeal of letting your self go in a calm setting.

"What are you trying to say? Go on ahead and tell me. I'm a good listener." He spoke in a low voice. He then made a funny face at her with his joke and the expression was lost as she was gazing endlessly into his painting.

"Sir, I gave up and thought we were going to die. I felt a little peace knowing I had done everything I could to save us. I remember thinking that I must have forgot something or there was a way, and I messed it up. When you turned in my evaluation after that Baal thing happened with the ZPM, I had been questioning my abilities like I did in that cave with you. I have to say that I feel more confident now, in my leadership skills. I have found your optimism in the cave so long ago, when you told me you were not going to die there, and with this vampire thing has given me a new found view on life. Things aren't what they seam, but you are an ever-present strength the officers under you can draw power and resolve from. I am also trying to emulate you in a way, when I am out in the field. I just wanted you to know that, Sir."

"Thank you Carter." Jack started pouring her drink again and his own for that matter. "I knew how you felt when you were trying to find a way out of that ice world, which we found out later was Earth. I was wounded and you felt responsible to do something to save us." He noted she had turned and was examining his face. "I felt the same way when you were kidnapped by that kid who made you wear that silly head dress, and we went searching for you. There were other times." He stopped abruptly.

"When?" Sam turned back around to look into the peaceful painting as she absorbed Jack's voice.

"Like when a certain number took you, and that kid's toy." Jack had finally with all her distractions managed to pour the drinks after adding ice, slice the lemon and sweeten the tea.

Sam choked out with a laugh, "What?"

"You're asking a lot of book report questions. You know the how, what and when. Are you sure your not having band camp flashbacks?" Jack put the drinks with some snacks on a tray that Hammond had left. Jack halted as he started to carry it to her. Martha man! Jack then put the snacks on a plate and balanced it on top of the drinking glasses filled with ice tea.

Sam gave him a look like he had finally lost his noodle. "Numbers and kids toys?"

Jack grabbed a chip, "Fifth and Baal."

She tipped her head to one side contemplating keeping him locked in this set of rooms, as his mind was gone.

"Don't make me explain myself. Ok, the number was the Replicator Fifth and the kid's toy was the Goa'uld Baal. Both of them took you at one point. And I felt I had to do something like you said you did in that frozen cave so long ago." Jack took another chip, as he knew she understood his madness.

"I almost jumped up and down in my own la la Land when Fifth told me that you found a way to fight him. The new gun you made with the Ancient knowledge was a lifesaver. I have a feeling we're going to need more of them made." Sam practically winked at him. I'm going to have to start avoiding him when it comes to personal time from now on. Pete, Pete, I am with Pete. Sweet adorable Pete, I have to think of him with his puppy eyes, but not quite the alluring strong in control eyes of the General in command. Stop it! Think of Pete. Why have a cop when I can have a General and not just any General, but Jack? Pete, dam you think of Pete!

Jack did not speak again for several minutes. He refilled their drinks in silence then sat and looked her directly in the eye. "This is a safe place to talk about what you were talking about before. The intercom system works in here, so if I'm called I go back, lets continue shall we." Jack sat across from her on the matching leather loveseat after handing her something to drink. Jack took a gulp of his tea, and propped his foot up on the table where the snacks were that was between them.

Sam stared at her glass. Which conversation the one about band camp, almost freezing to death, numbers and toys, or vampires? "Well, what do you think about it?" Please be talking about the vampires.

What is she acting strange about? Its not like I asked her on a date and took her back to my room or did I? Yep, a SG-Tok'ra brothel. "I wanted to know what you thought. In here it is safe to say whatever you want you're not being recorded." Jack let his glass down trying not to look unaffected by her piercing eyes. She's every bit a woman.

"Vampires." Sam blurted out. Great, vampires with trumpets at band camp being frozen alive with numbers and toys. That's a good one. She started picturing it overlapping over the painting that was behind Jack.

"Yes?" Jack scanned around the room.

Sam felt relieved in a way. "Thor said he found all of the minions or vampires dead. Do you know how that happened?"

"Thor found their bodies in a similar way that he found Drago. When he did, they were already dead, and he disposed of the corpses. I do know that Drake and Michael were out and about for a day before Thor found the dead bodies. They said they had to collect their things. Nothing has been mentioned in the reports about the minions. For the record, there is no record of it. It is as if it never happened. Michael said he is working on a way to help us incase any humans outside of our circle learned what happened. Thor took everything from the cave." Jack pulled his feet off of the little table.

Sam stood up and walked over to Jack. She sat next to him practically on his lap, "There is something else I have been wanting to tell you since our Presidential trip to the tropics. Do you remember when we were in the closet?" She placed one hand upon his well-defined shoulder and the other played lightly on his ear (Deleted Scene).

SGC: The Infirmary (Yes, again)

At that moment, Daniel was in a story telling session with Keira. "In the end, there was nothing we could do. The Goa'uld had control over my wife's body and she was killing me. Teal'c had to shoot her to save me. But in that instant when the Goa'uld inside her used a device to try and destroy me, my wife spoke to me of her child. She bid me to take care of him." Daniel choked up and tears spilled from is caring blue eyes as he sat transfixed in time.

Keira drew closer to his warmth and good-natured spirit. He was her reality. She held him as he remembered the pain of losing his beloved. She wished deep down that someone would feel the same passion for her. Keira nudged his chin to lock their eyes. "You loved her very much."

"In a way by saving you from an evil that acted in a similar manner, I feel as if I have saved her as well." Daniel closed his eyes as his body slightly trembled with the emotions he had been controlling for far too long.

"She is safe and I am safe. If I see her before you, I will tell her that her love will be joining her soon." Keira had remembered similar words told to her by her uncle about her childhood friend who was also her second cousin that died in a car wreck.

They spoke for a few more minutes. Daniel then smiled and spoke with warmth and an innocence that Keira found compelling. "So you see, it may have controlled her body, but not her soul. It could not touch the parts of her that were dearer to me then my own life. You were controlled just like she was by an evil force bent on killing. Neither of you are to be condemned as responsible, because you are only at fault of being tender hearted and truly strong women."

They kissed for an everlasting fathom (Deleted Scene).

Thor's Ship

"Ok, Thor I am ready if you are to erase everyone's memories." Michael turned away from Drake and Violet to observe Thor at the controls as they hovered over Earth. A mental fog was being pulsed thru Michael into a panel.

Thor blinked his dark eyes at Michael. "The modifications you made are apparently working, I am ready to begin."

A/N: I always remember Sam and Jack in the frozen cave together with the Stargate that would not work.

Then I remember Pete exists. AAAAHHHHHhhhh hehehe When is Stargate going to have him removed? I have a few friends who like him greatly, so I am sorry to bash Pete at some level. I don't think that Sam would like an evil guy.

Not to go all soap opera (hence replacing entire pages in the story as Deleted Scenes), but in the end can't Jack retire like he has been threatening since the movie and then get married to Sam?

After all, it's my own little dimension in this timeline. Is the chapter what you expected? What do you think?

Let me know and smile (I can feel it in your thoughts),

Leia