Title: Influencing My Dreams: Chapter Three: Jack's Heart

Author: ValaGillian

Disclaimer: I do not own Stargate SG1, Jack O'Neill, Samantha Carter, or anything associated with all of the above. Please do not sue me.

Summary: Jack and Sam, a dinner date. An unexpected guest.

Author's Notes: So, here it is four in the morning, I haven't updated in months and out of the blue there comes my old friend inspiration. My momentary writer's block has been cured for the moment. I tried to make this one a little bit easier to read grammatically. Thanks for the tips and reviews everyone, you're my inspiration in the dark! Enjoy…

After an hour and a half of relentless fitting rooms and stores I finally found the perfect dress. The perfect little black dress. I hope this isn't too much. I mean, this is Jack. Whew, deep breath girl you're doing great. So I left the mall, shopping bags in hand, and tried to prepare myself for the night I've been dreaming about for the past eight years.

RAYANOS 7:00 P.M.

The second I walked into Rayanos I knew the dress I had chosen was perfect for this atmosphere. I could see him across the room in what appeared to be an Armani suit. Wow. He looks so good, I could dine on his appearance alone, forget the food.

He glances up and acknowledges my presence with a quick upward curve of his lips and a small wave. How do I manage to get myself into these kinds of situations? I ponder this imminent question as I advance towards the man that is most definitely checking me out with an approving demeanor that seems to scream tiger sizing up it's prey.

I reach the table and waiter appears out of nowhere to pull the chair out and seat me in a formal manner. I'm a little shaky at this point. I guess everyone in their right mind that happens to be in this restaurant tonight can see the nervousness written all over my face and body language. I realize that he's been talking to me and the only thing I've done is stare at his mouth like a complete idiot. I try to cover by reaching for my glass of wine and taking a sip. Guess it worked his look of concern fades away some.

"What happened to the side of your face?"

I roll my eyes at that astute observation he made and give him the 'don't ask' look.

"So, nice place, huh?"

I try to make casual conversation that may ease my anxiety and pray that he follows along.

"Yeah, that's why I wanted to bring you here tonight. Sam, there are something's that we have both ignored over the past eight years that need to come out before we both make mistakes that can be avoided."

So much for small talk. I take another sip of my wine but there is no hiding my nervous expression now. He wants to talk? After all these years he chooses now to talk about us! About us! I don't know what to say. I'm completely astonished. The only thing that manages to escape my lips is a faint

"Jack…"

He bits on his bottom lip a little and puts his hand over mine on the table.

"Sam, you need to know that…"

At that moment, at that crucial moment in my life when everything in my body is on pause a shriek and several screams shatter that picturesque moment. Pete is standing across the room, gun drawn. He is aim is unmistakable. Pete is aiming for Jack's heart.

Well, well, looks like we've run into some trouble. Tune in next week… muahahahahaha! Reviews please… they make my weekdays leading to Friday when the new season nine episodes of SG1 air fly by!