Disclaimer: STARGATE ISN'T MINE!!!!!
Summary: I know this is short...but it's a promise of thing to come...I promise you'll like what I've got planned, it just took me a while to think it out...hee hee hee...
"I quit, I quit everything..." The words still echoed in her mind...had she really heard them? Is that what he really said? All she could do was gaze into his eyes...those deep brown eyes that were swallowing her whole...
"We...we...have to..." She said softly.
"Talk about this- I know." He said caressing her cheeks and resting his hands on her shoulders. "I know...we have a lot to talk about."
Silence fell between them as he rested his forehead against hers. A peaceful silence that calmed her racing heart. She was always at peace in his arms, always...home...
The alarms rang out through the base signaling an incoming wormhole...
Looking up to the ceiling as though the answers to the questions running through his mind were on the tiles above them...
"Get Jack jr. to the mirror...I'll go see what's up..." He said placing a soft kiss on her forehead.
"Jack?" She said pulling him back by his arm as he turned away from her.
"Yeah?" He said, smiling at the use of his first name.
She didn't say anything, only kissed him softly...she had to make sure it was real.
"Just checking..." she said smiling.
In the gate room, Jack had to force himself to switch back to being General O'Neill, to forget the warmth of her hands on his face and her light perfume that still lingered on his clothes...
"What do ya got Sergeant?" He asked walking up behind Walter.
"It's a Tokra signal Sir..."
"Alright...open the iris." He said walking down to the gate room to greet their visitors.
The iris opened and a heartbeat later a badly wounded tokra stumbled through the wormhole and collapsed on the ramp before the wormhole had a chance to shut down.
"Get a medical team in here!" O'Neill shouted up to Walter as he ran up the ramp to the man who lay unconscious and bleeding.
Looking down at the man before him as the medical team rushed in and raised him up to a stretcher...O'Neill had a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach...something was coming...something big...