Tittle: Unravelled
Author:Sara Lou
Rating:G (may change)
Pairings: Jack/Other, (Jack/Sam lightly touched upon, may be subject to change)
Catergory:Missing scenes/Episode Based
Status:As of now Work in Progress
Spoilers : Episode based for Threads which seems to have presented all of us in fafic world enough plit bunnies to keep us busy for months. So if you haven't seen the wonder that was Threads do not read any further.
Warnings: Once more I repeat, spoilers for THREADS
Disclaimer:Stargate SG-1 and its characters are the property of Sci Fi Channel, Showtime/Viacom, MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, and Gekko Productions. No copyright infringement whatsoever is intended. The story is for entertainment purposes only. The original characters, situations and story are mine. Please check with me first if you want to archive or link to this story.
Unravelled
Sam stood for a moment and felt a sudden urge to turn and walk right back up the stairs. At first glance the woman was certainly attractive, and on second close inspection,( from such a fair distance across the other side of the brefing room, through the Generals office window to his far door) it was obivous the General thought so too. It wasn't often you could hear him laughing, in fact he made a point of not doing so at all costs it seemed, so perhaps it was the small spark of laughter she could hear coming from the office from the two occupants which made her pause mid motion to swirl around and head away. She didn't wonder why the sudden urge came and went without too much of a pondering. It was a well manouvered drill between the two, Sam was just glad she hadn't been stuck in a elevator with them. Humming just wouldn't have seemed right coming from the General.
Taking a breath and trying to look nonchalant about what she had just seen, Sam headed towards the office as the General beckoned her in, catching her standing watching from the safety of the briefing room. As she entered the General was taking up his now familiar residence behind his desk.
"Sorry, sir. I saw you were with someone - I didn't want to interrupt"
Sam apologised for the minor itteruption and then chided herself inwardly for doing so, there had been nothing to apologise for, the General was already escorting the woman out of his office and she had meant to interrput, on any business he may have been attending. She had been trying for a week to keep her mind off the number of dire scenarios Daniel could have been involved, but enough was enough. She couldn't deal with it any longer.
"Whats up?" asked the General, looking a little squeumish at his desk as he glanced toward the door for a fleeting moment.
Sam's thoughts were on Daniel, but she couldn't pass up the chance to see him squirm just that little bit more, payback for the elevator incident. She'd ridden the elevator another three floors before realising she had been heading in the wrong direction. Avoiding his question, she launched in with her own.
"Who was that?"
The General glanced up again, looking as if he was wracking his brains for a clever answer. None obviously arose.
"Um, Kerry Johnson, CIA." He replied, looking as he wanted to swiftly move on from the subject at any cost.
Sam's brain whirred, and she remembered reading the report on the new agents being assigned about the rogue NID/Goa'uld agents. She hadn't realised they had arrived, or that the General had made more than mutaul aquaintances with some of them. Feeling that the clarity would settle if she spoke these thoughts, and being a sucker for awkward situations, she continued on her quest to see O'Neill shift a little on that damned General's seat of his.
"I've heard the name. Oh, yeah, she was heading up the investigation into, uh, Goa'uld still at large after the incident with The Trust."
"Yeah" replied the General.
Staving off the want to continue on the merry plight of uncomfortable situations brought on by undiscussed feelings of the past six years, Sam jumped into the real reason she'd came to his office.
"Sir, I wanted to talk to you about ..." she paused as the General cut her off with retaliation.
"Carter."
A raise of his voice and hands, were not going to stop her from trying yet again to have this out with him, although the fact that he knew exactly what she was going to say, gave her a minuscule pause for thought. Sam pushed the thought away and continued, unwilling to allow the subject to lay on the floor any longer.
"We haven't heard from him in a week."
"Doesn't mean anything."
Sam found herself pondering for a moment or two once more. Was the General in denial? Or was the new woman on base, one who didn't walk around in uniform twenty four seven , had long hair and got to show that she had brains and beauty helping take his mind off things. Chiding herself for letting it get to her, Sam tried to continue.
"Sir, we know he was captured by Replicators. Chances are he was on board a Replicator ship when it disintegrated."
"All we know for sure is that he's missing."
Now she really was wondering whether denial was really that powerful, it had been hard the first time, and that time they knew that in some form Daniel still existed. This time, they had no idea what had happened to Daniel, but the General was insitent on letting things go on as normal. Sam couldn't get herself around to that way of thinking.
"Sooner or later ..." she tried again, in hope that perhaps the mask would drop and he'd actually let down a few defences, a vain hope she knew nothing could come of.
"Forget it! I'm not fallin' for it this time"
Sam wondered if the job was taking it's toll and eyed him with a slight frown.
"Falling for it?" she asked, regretting doing so even as she spoke the words.
"Yeah! How many times have you thought he was gone, and then he shows up - in one form or another. I'm sorry, but we're not having a memorial service for someone who is not dead."
The General took his eyes from her and Sam watched as he galnced about the small room.
"You hear that! I'm not buyin' it!"
Following his eye direction, Sam glanced about the room and tried to catch on to his way of thinking, and also trying to wonder whether to pick up the phone and call the infirmary. She gazed back as the General looked at her once more.
"What? He's just waitin' for us to say a bunch of nice things about him. Next thing you know, he'll come waltzin' through that door, like, right now."
Sam found herself looking at the door with a fleeting hope, the General had a way of painting a picture over the real world even for fleeting moments.
"Waltzing ... now." Uttered the General, sounding in similar hope.
Sam watched the door for another second, before turning once more to the General who has also moved his eyes away from the door to look at her. Taking a breath and deciding that awkward situations and high levels of denial were enough for one sitting inside the enclosed space of the General's office and pushed herself away from the desk she has been half leaning over.
"I'll see you later Sir"
Without waiting for dismissal she exited and made the swift getaway up the stairs, wishing she had done so the moment the urge had touched her in the first place.
