Story: Realizing the Truth or it was, now it's called, Major Truth.
Disclaimer: Sam and Jack aren't mine... yet
Summary: Just a poem about what Sam should be doing with her life.
A.N: This website is getting me seriously frustrated (for reasons that are none of your concern). But anyway, I have finally realized how I never really finished this fanfic, so now I will. Enjoy... or not.
This chapter was written a year before all the others. If you have read this chapter and think, 'wow, she's awful,' just try the next chapter, I promise that it will be better.
I opened my door and while setting down the keys, I checked my messages. There was two, sadly, an all time high. One was from Jack, the other, Pete. I sighed, Jack was talking about meeting everyone at O'Malley's, and Pete wanted to talk to me about something. I dumped my stuff on a chair and went into my kitchen. For some strange reason I wanted tea. So, I went to my cupboard and brought down a mug. I put water in the kettle and set it on the stove. Looking down at my marble countertop, waiting for the water to boil, I saw something that looked out of place, a long white envelope with my name written on it in cursive. I don't remember seeing that before I left work. Hurriedly, I turned it over and opened it. Inside of the envelope was one single piece of paper, I unfolded it and read.
Samantha, Sam, it's time for you to do something about the way you feel for Colonel Jack O'Neill, you need to stop worrying about the what if's, and focus on the important things in life, like love.
You've been spending too much time in your lab thinking about the regs, or what would happen if you made the first move. How he could shut you down, and then you'd have to leave the job that you love. Or even worse, he could love you back, and then you'd have to do something about it. You need to stop thinking about the past or future, and just think about the present and him.
You need to give up the charade with Pete, you don't love him and you know it. You don't have the connection that you have with Jack, and you've been through way too much to give up on being with Jack, and realize the truth, you really don't want too. You're just waiting until he'll make the first move, but he's too afraid of unrequited love to do anything.
What about the Za'tarc testing? Remember what he said, how he'd rather die then lose you? So how could he not love you, if he'd rather die then live without you? And you can't keep on bringing up Daniel, how you're in the same situations with him as well as Jack, because you're not, you love him yes, but more in a brotherly way. You and I both know it.
And what about when you guys got your memory's stamped? How it didn't matter about the rules. You could have done anything and wouldn't have gotten in trouble, what about then? Everyone saw the look in you eyes when you saw him coming up, how you laughed at his jokes, even though you didn't know who he truly was, you loved him anyway? You didn't do that with Daniel, if I remember correctly, you guys didn't even talk. What about then? You love him, you know it, I know it, everyone knows it, so why can't he?
The paper slipped out of my hands. My first instinct was to wonder who wrote it, and the second was if that person was right, was it that painfully obvious how I felt for him? But before I had a chance to really think about what I was about to do, I had already grabbed the keys and headed out the door. I needed to talk to him, right now.
Ok, that's it. The rest is up to your imagination.
Fooled you, didn't I? ... Ok, whatever, just go to the next chapter.