Chapter Three
Author: roseofthegate
Disclaimer: I don't own StarGate SG-1 or any of its characters because if I did this whole Sam/Pete would have never happen. But I do own Brigadier General Katherine Marie E. Nerez.
A/N: Thank you for all the wonderful reviews. I have been writing none stop ever since I got all those reviews. I think I'm driving everyone around me crazy but as soon as long as those reviews keep a-comin' then I'll just drive everyone crazy. My wonderful beta, ilive4cake00, helped me part of this chapter, so thank you so much! She has a Harry Potter fanfic: Famous Last Words. Great story. If you like Harry Potter, go read it. Lots of love to all of you. roseofthegate
P.S. This is a revised addition of this chapter I had some time conflictions in the previous. They're fixed thanks to daydr3am3r. Thanks.
Jack's Point of View
I'd been driving for several hours, no and I knew she'd have read my letter by now. I was wondering what she was thinking. I knew that she'd cared for me because on several occasions, it was more than obvious; it was undeniable. Take, for example, when we had those armband doohickeys and Sam got stuck behind a shield. She kept urging me to go on, but I couldn't leave her behind. Not her. I would die a billion times before I'd let her die. She was and still is my dream, love and hope. And I hope she understands that now.
Sam's Point of View
I don't know how long I sat there thinking. Finally it hit me: his cell phone! He probably hadn't changed his number yet! I'd call him and we could talk about everything, our personal lives, the SGC, the regs., common memories, everything.
I quickly went the phone and dialled the familiar number. There was a long silence and then the operator said, "I'm sorry, this number has been disconnected. It you'd like to make a call, please..."
I hung up, frustrated and looked at the clock. It was 0100 hours. Time to go to bed and get what? Four and a half-hours of sleep, great.
'Tomorrow,' I promised my self. 'Tomorrow I'll talk to Kara Marie, I mean General Nerez. Tomorrow.'
StarGate Command, 0730 hours, Sam's Point of View
I knocked, tentatively on my new CO's door—Jack's old office door. I swallowed the lump in my throat as my friend and new CO called, "Come in!"
I stepped into the office to see Brigadier General Katherine Marie E. Nerez sitting behind the desk in her dress uniform, her high heels sitting off to the side.
"Sam!" she said. "How are you? I hope you'll excuse me, I have blisters on my feet from yesterday and the regional overseer's coming to inspect the facility today."
I realised that she meant the heels off to the side. "That's quite okay," I said. "Um..." I didn't know how to continue.
Luckily Kara Marie had already guessed. "You're here to talk about General O'Neill," she stated.
"Yeah," I said lamely.
"So?" she prodded. Kara Marie had been both Jack and my psychologist so she knew us both very well. When I was still silent, she said, "You're upset because General O'Neill left and you're blaming yourself for this." She read me like a book—no problem at all.
"Yeah, Kara, and he told me in his letter that it was but wasn't my fault, and that you have his new phone number and address. CanIhavethem?" I rushed out all at once.
"Let me think about it until you go home tonight, and I'll decide whether or not to, okay?"
I had no choice but to say "Yes, ma'am," and leave. I constantly surprise myself in my ability to push my personal problems aside and do my work without them interfering. I think in comes from the fate of the world hanging on some, if not a lot, of your decisions. Finally, it was 1830 hours, aka time to go home. I changed into my civilian clothes and went to Kara Marie's office.
She was locking her office door, already changed and was starting to head home. "Walk with me," she commanded when she saw me. I nodded.
We walked in silence until we reached the elevator and when we got in it, she spoke. "Your request from this morning is denied."
I opened my mouth to say something but she signalled me to be quiet.
"I've decided that you will not be granted access to General O'Neill's personal information until you have determined Pete's status in your life and therefore the general in your life, understand?"
I nodded. "Sam," she continued. "I'm not trying to be mean, but as both your and Jack's psychologist, it's what I think is best for both of you. Have a good night, Sam," she finished and walked out of the elevator to her car.
When I got home the phone was ringing. I answered it, obviously.
"Hello?"
"Hey, baby." It was Pete.
"Hi," I said not sure what to say.
"Ya sound a little sad, babe. Bad day at work?"
"Kinda, Pete. Uh..."
"Look, sweetheart," he said. "I was wondering if ya wanted to go out tonight."
I inhaled deeply and said, "Sure. I'll meet you over at your place. We need to talk, okay?"
"Sure," he replied. "Eight okay for you?" he asked not the least bit concerned.
"Yeah," I said. "See you then." We said our good byes and hung up.
When I arrived at Pete's house, I was wearing a white halter top, blue jeans, and a pair of blank high heel sandals. He was waiting for me outside. I walked up and he hugged me and I said, "Pete, we need to talk."
He shrugged and led me inside to his couch. "What is it, baby?"
I faltered. "Pete...I...I...I can't do this! I really don't think that I can be who you want me to be, and I don't want to change for you. I want, no, I think I deserve someone who can accept me for who I am." I paused to take out the blue engagement ring box. "This is yours."
He looked at me with disbelief. "You're joking, right? 'Cause if you are—it isn't very funny."
"Pete, I think that—"
"You found someone else! WHO IS IT? YOUR PRECIOUS O'NEILL?" he raged at me.
"DON'T YOU BRING HIM INTO THIS!" I hollered back.
"Get out!" he bellowed. "I mean it, Samantha. GET OUT!"
A/N: There y'all go, Sam and Pete are no longer a couple. I'm not going to say he's gone because he might come back later (not as Sam's boyfriend or fiancé). Make me happy by pressing that little purple button over there. Love y'all lots. ;-)