Authors notes: I wrote this a while ago, its set at the beginning of season six. Hope you like it.
Sam lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. She wondered how she had got into this situation. Scratch that, she knew how, but why had she let it get this far?
The stench of alcohol and sweat mixed and hung in the air, adding to the already sick feeling in the pit of her stomach. The masculine arm wound round her made a welcome change to the loneliness of her bed, but it was the wrong arm.
She closed her eyes, suddenly feeling more queezy, this was going to be an awkward conversation when he woke up she thought. She decided to get up first, suddenly feeling the need for a LONG shower.
Skillfully manouevering herself out of the bed, without waking him she headed for the bathroom.
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She had already got dressed by the time he had awoke. 'morning' he beamed. 'morning' she returned with less enthusiasm, he seemed a little discouraged. 'Sam' he started as he rose out of the bed and moved toward her. Damn she thought, she was stuck between him and the wardrobe, she couldn't move without it being really obvious. He stroked the side of her face and she tried her hardest not to cringe. 'I didn't regret last night, I hope you didn't' His words lingered between them for a few seconds before she spoke up. 'no, I just don't think we should take this any further than what it was…' he looked down hearted 'i..its just that we would never see each other for one.' She tried lamely to come up with a good reason, letting him down gently.
He nodded in understanding. 'yeah, sure' he set about picking his clothes up. She hated this version of him, the sweet, understanding guy. It seemed so false on him. She much preferred him when he was insulting her. No, your not screwed up her head supplied.
They didn't say anything else. She walked him to the door, opened it and he half stepped outside. 'well hopefully I'll see you again, next time your imcompetent computer system messes up the stargate' She smiled. This was the guy she was attracted to, even though she couldn't work out why. She pulled him closer for a brief kiss.
Unseen to her, Colnel O'neill had pulled up to her house. She waved bye to her one night stand and she turned to close the door, but she spotted it. O'neill's truck. He got out.
'shit' she murmered. She wondered how much he had seen, probably all of it. 'Sir' she nervously addressed him. 'carter' uh oh he was mad 'you said your car was broken, I came to give you a lift to the base' Damn Damn Damn she had forgotten all about that. 'Thank you sir! Let me just grab my stuff'
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