Notes: Chapter 3- "Dreams" Part 1
By Katrina Donovan
I do not own Stargate, it's Characters, actors, or story lines. (If I did, well I would be a lot happier that's all I have to say!) I do not own Diana DeGarmo or the lyrics to her song "Dreams"
Spoilers: This does take place after "Affinity"...anything that happens after that timetable in this series is pure want and speculation on my part. Maybe TPTB should read it and take some notes!

Dreams, Part 1
I didn't sleep well at all last night. I have played phone tag before, but never "post-it" tag. I stir here in my office looking at the note that I found taped to my door last night. -I DECIDE- I see those words and something in me begins to snap. Does she have doubts about how I feel and have felt for her? Is she having doubts about Pete? I am more confused now than I was yesterday morning when I sat down and wrote THE note.

Thanks to her the ball is now in my court and I am drawing a serious blank. I never intended for one little note to spark this little unspoken conversation. Why is it so hard for us to tell the other how we really feel? Why in writing? Why can't we say it out loud, face to face? Would saying the words make it seem more real and less like the dream world that we have created over the past 8 years? Yes, that's it...Dream....Dreams...

I am walking to her lab. She is in a meeting with a few of the other eggheads, so I know her lab will be void of human life. In my hand, I hold a small piece of paper. There is writing on it, but to me it's more than just scribbled ink lines on clean crisp sheet of white paper. I have realized that each of these little notes have some how become my final few chances to win her back. In my other hand I hold two pictures.

One was taken many years ago. It's me, her, and Cassie sitting in the grass at the park not to far from her house. All three of us have million watt smiles. It was taken shortly after Cassie was given the go ahead to live here on earth. Cassie and I had waged a tickle war on Sam, and she was losing the battle. Danny had snapped the photo, and shortly after Doc's death Cassie had given the picture to me. To any outside observer, it would look like a candid family photo. But to me it's a dream; a dream that is slowly slipping out of my grasp. The second photo isn't even from this reality. It was left behind by a visitor long ago. What was a reality to her is nothing more than a fading dream to me.

I open the door to her lab. I look around to make sure she is really gone. I spot her laptop and place the note and photos on the keyboard. With one last look around the lab, I leave and make my way back to my office.

Ten minutes later the door opens to the lab where a man left his dreams and heart lying on the keyboard of a Dell Laptop. A woman enters and begins to look around her desk. She is in search of a report that is due on the General's desk within the hour. She then notices the photos and the note. She picks up the small piece of paper first and begins to read it out loud...

Sam-

Dreams are just dreams when

they are stuck in side your head...

And all it takes is a little help from you.

We took the longest road just

To make it harder...

Let's do it all again,

It only makes us stronger.

DREAMS...

-Jack