The next morning, Jack sat in his office looking down at the bright red phone that sat between his elbows as he leaned over his desktop.
He had been waiting for it to ring all morning—okay the last two hours...
Last night, after he left Carter in the infirmary—she had fallen asleep as he was talking to her, he was going to leave and get some sleep his self but wound up staying there—just watching her until 2 a.m. and now he was paying for it—but there was a pay off. He had turned in his resignation papers to the proper chain of command and any moment he was expecting the call that would let him know if he would be let go, if he could run the SGC as a civilian, if he could be with Samantha...
He had started to drift off to sleep as the phone rang—causing him to jump back in his seat before picking up the receiver.
"O'Neill." He said, trying to mask the sleepiness in his voice.
The voice that came back was clear and brought a much--deserved smile to Jack's face.