Chapter Four

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: Oh my God! Thirty-eight reviews!!! I love you guys. Okay the three things I live on when writing a fanfic: water, pretzels, and reviews. Thanks to y'all I can keep livin'. Love y'all bushels.

P.S. To daydr3am3r: I know how to read military time. I had to learn how to so that I'm able to start my Tae Kwon Do classes on time. We only have clocks in military time on the training floor. I just figured 6:30 p.m. (1830 hr.) was a reasonable time for Sam to get off. I realize that Sam & That Man's date overlap, though. I'll fix that when I get a chance. Thanks for all the input. Luv ya lots.

Sam's Point of View

I went back to my house and got out a bottle of red wine. Have ya heard that song 'bout that guy who got wasted, and I don't remember the name because I'm a little impaired myself right now. But that song was so written for me, but with obvious differences. I was so drunk, it wasn't funny.

After that bottle was gone, I went for the other one. As I reached for it, I stopped myself. "What the HELL am I doing?" I asked myself. "God dammit, Samantha Carter, you made the problem, FIX IT!" I was berating myself.

And with that final violent though, I went over to the phone and dialed Kara's home number. It rang about five times and the answering machine picked up. "Damn," I breathed and dialed her cell phone. It rang about three times before she picked up.

"Hello?" she said, irritated.

"Kara?" I said. "It's Sam...Can I have Jack, I...uh...mean General O'Neill's cell phone numba?"

"Sam, have you been drinking?" Kara asked.

"Yeah..." I smiled. "I broke up with Pete an' I wanna talk ta Jack."

"Uh, one minute, Sam." I heard her talk to Daniel in the background. "Sweetheart, 'Tis Sam."

"What she want, Kara?"

"Jack's cell phone 'numba'."

"Give it to her. She 'n Jack deserve ta be happy." From Daniel's speak, it was obvious he'd had one too many beers.

"Sam?" She was talking to me again. "Here's his number..." and proceeded to give it to me. Then she promptly hung up.

I smiled, looked at the number in my hand, and promptly fell asleep right there, on the couch.

Luckily, I had decided to get drunk on a Friday so I wake up Saturday morning with a headache from HELL. I washed up, ate breakfast, and took an Aspirin before I remembered that I had Jack's cell phone number. Excitedly I dialed the number and it began to ring...

A/N: I know parts of this chapter are ambiguous, so please bear with me.

P.S. I made a promise to myself: I won't update 'til I have fifty reviews. So, press that 'lil purple button down there. As my beta says: 'It doesn't bite'. Lots of love to all of you!!