Major Samantha Carter looked up from the computer diagnostic to see Colonel O'Neill standing behind her. She shot him a small smile before returning to her work. It only took her a few seconds to finish her maintenance, and then she turned in her chair and beamed up at him. "Colonel."
"Hey, Carter," he nodded. "So I left you behind so you wouldn't get hurt and I get back and find you got hurt, badly, so badly in fact, that your heart stopped?"
"Yes sir," she shrugged. "It wasn't Jonas's fault."
He looked angry at this statement. "Come on, Sam, give me some credit!" He exclaimed. "I know it isn't his fault." He paused. "What are you like? I really can't leave you alone for five minutes. But seriously, something always happens to you on a Tuesday. It's like, Carter's in trouble, must be Tuesday."
She shook her head, grinning. "Stop watching Buffy, sir," she said. "I feel sorry for Jonas. When I got hurt he was blaming himself and it totally wasn't his fault. I tried to tell him that but I don't think he believed me. You know he was willing to risk his life like that just so that he could be valuable to us. He thinks he isn't valuable."
"He is," Jack frowned.
"You've never told him that," She pointed out. "We know he is, and I've told him so, he's a great guy. But he wants your approval, which he already has. You just haven't made it obvious to him, sir. He was willing to kill himself if need be, by delaying that procedure, so that he could be useful to us, to you. He still feels he needs to prove himself."
"He proved himself quite a while ago," he sighed, sitting down beside her. "I just don't do talking…well. I don't do emotional chats, not with anyone but you anyway, and you only get those because no offence but your being upset has a different affect on me to Teal'c being upset or even General Hammond."
"I know sir."
"I'll go talk to him," He said, standing up again and wondering why he'd sat down when he was not planning to stay. "Uh, do you want to come with? I thought I'd go see him and then come back later with a pizza and introduce him to Toto and the gang."
"You mean you haven't already?" she laughed. "I will come with you but I'll skip on the Wizard of Oz, sir, I do actually have plans this evening."
"Washing your hair?" he teased, as she rose from her seat and followed him out. "Or perhaps taking apart and studying your new DVD player? Ooh, let me guess, organising your bookshelf in alphabetical order…"
"Actually, I have a date," she said, speeding off ahead of him, leaving him standing in the corridor, mouth wide open. She turned and called back, "with a skydiving instructor!"