I have been putting off my first three stories because I got caught up in Spawn, okay, I'm not done with that one, yet, but I wanted to explain the title of this one by adding a few chapters. Plus, it kills.(I think that's a good thing)

Disclaimer:cough

Spoilers:Every episode ever written. Don't blame me if I slip. It's your fault for not being a dedicated fan. Heroes, Heroes2, in my writings, Janet doesn't die. Cruel, cruel writers. Threads. Yeah. Danny doesn't die either, because I love him. If I knew him, I probably would love him. Beer gardens, dancing girls.

Sam gave Jack one of her smirks, unable to resist. He was too damn adorable.

The MALP showed that they were headed for a desert planet, but when Sam went through the gate, she was in a building. A very familiar building. It was dark. She was alone. In the dark. Because Jack let Daniel carry her flashlight. Crap.

She had only come to work to see Jack. What, they couldn't get stuck on some god-forsaken planet together for once?

"God Dammit!"

She said it aloud. Echoes fell for what seemed an eternity. Sam was t the end of her rope. Maybe Janet had been right, she did need another week to think things through. She hated to worry Jack, he was always trying to get her to take her on vacation, and maybe going on leave SHOULD infer that you actually do 'leave'. As boring as fishing sounds, maybe it wouldn't be. Maybe he was trying to be subtle and I actually thought he wanted to go fishing. Maybe she knew what would happen, and that was why she had said 'no'.

As she walked down the corridor, Sam noticed something. It was a symbol, on the floor.

The Bureau. She was in Washington. She ran back to where she had entered. No gate. She felt the walls, solid. She racked her brain trying to figure it out but first, she needed to see. She found her way to the breakers. She flipped the main and … nothing. She flipped backup, and the lights came on.

She walked back through the hallways of the basement of what appeared in every sense to be the Federal Bureau of Investigation's headquarters in Washington, D.C.

"BEEP"

"Scully? It's Mulder. Listen, I just want you to call me, okay? I know what happened. My cell is on, yours isn't. I am staying at the Meyerson in Schenectady. I left the room number on the machine during one of the, oh, I don't know 50 messages I left on it since yestaerday? C'mon, Dana, I just want to talk."

"BEEP"

Sam approached cautiously. She heard papers rustling, and someone sniffling. The door was cracked.

'sniff'

a beautiful woman with red hair and eyes the color of the event horizon sat at a large, cluttered desk.

It was all too obvious that she had been crying, 'Well, I guess we have that in common', she thought.

Dana's head jerked up.

"Who's there?"

"Mulder is that you?"

Sam, not knowing what else to say.

"I'm sorry, look, I know this is going to sound stupid, but do you know what time it is?"

Scully looked at the woman.

There she was, about 5' 10'', as opposed to her own 5'2'', and blonde, and far too attractive to be dressed the way she was, although it wasn't unflattering. Sam was armed with a P-90, and still wearing her bullet-proof vest, called by Jack, 'Damn, this crap is heavy', she was wearing a green baseball cap.

"I'm sorry?"

Dana was startled and confused, even for her.

"The time?"

Carter could just imagine what this must look like to the woman, an armed officer in an abandoned building at-

"Three o' clock in the morning."

"It was eight when I stepped through the stargate!"

Sam, not speaking to anyone in particular.

"I'm sorry, 'star gate'?" Dana looked at this woman and was sure she was crazy.

"Agent Mulder's not here." She said, and she looked back down at the files she was reading.

"I'm sorry, who?" Sam was confused, and at a loss for words. So not her.

"What are you doing here?"

Sam thought of a way to answer this and maintain perhaps an ounce of her dignity, but, no.

"I'd like to know that, myself."

"Uh-huh, well, I am the last person in this building and I am leaving, so you may wan to go home."

Sam stood in the doorway, jaw dropped, with the cutest, most confused look on her face.

"Excuse me?"

Sam snapped out of it.

"I'm leaving."

Sam followed the woman outside.

"I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name."

"Dana, Agent Dana Scully. I didn't catch yours, either."

"Uh, Carter. Major Samantha Carter."

Sam brushed the hair from her face.

"Need a ride?"

Scully knew this could be a mistake, but Major Carter looked genuinely confused, and she felt something that bordered on the edge of pity and curiousity.

"Yeah, thanks."

Dana took Sam back to h apartment, after learning that she lives in Colorado, and not feeling up to driving to her place.

"Did it seem weird to you that there were no other cars, or people on the way up here?"

"Well, it is three in the morning, what did you expect?"

"I don't really know."

"Let me get you some coffee, you look exhausted."

Dana went into the kitchen.

"Please, sit down, take a load off." Indicating the vest.

"Thanks," Sam took off her vest, boots, and jacket.

"Ooh, ith hoth!"

"Sorry, I should have warned you."

"No, ith, it's okay, that was incredibly stupid of me."

She smiled, turning a lovely shade of rose madder from her recent humiliation.

"Believe me, it could have been worse, get some sleep."

"Yeah, thanks."

Scully made up the couch for her guest, but not having lost her mind completely, slept with her pistol under her pillow.

End chapter 2. Long enough? That was six pages in my journal. I wrote this during math, I think. Libby, review me, everyone, review and I don't care if its negative or positive, I could use feedback. You know I care, right? I think I mention your name in every document, Libbs.