Title: The Intruder, but not in his perspective
Summary: Pete goes to an empty house and is surprised by what he finds in it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Stargate... nope, you're not getting any little cute reason about how I will or won't someday own it. Sorry, I'm just too tired.
"Honey?" Pete called into the seemingly empty house. He listened but all he heard was the sound of water boiling. He looked around the room and saw that his message had been heard, along with someone else. The loud hiss of a kettle brought his mind away from the message and who might have left it. Quickly, he went over to the kettle and put it on another burner. He then turned off the heat to the burner the kettle was previously on and called Samantha's name. The only sound that followed him was the echo of his call.
"Sam?" he tried again annoyance etching in his voice. Geez, if she had to go back to work for some stupid reason... He didn't let the thought continue. Receiving no answer he began to looked extremely upset. I left a message on her answering machine telling her I was coming over to talk. He thought furiously. And this talk out of all of their talks, this one... was going to be big. He had finally worked up enough nerve to ask her if... something had or is going on between herself and Colonel O'Neill. There was only so long a man could just stand and idly watch another man look at her the way he did. It was strange though, because sometimes, he felt like the odd man out.
Standing in Samantha Carter's kitchen, he thought about all the times that he had gone out with her team. Each time it had been awkward, but Sam had insisted he go. Truthfully, she probably just wanted them all to be friends, but he doubted that Teal'c, Daniel, and especially Jack would truly accept him. Sure they had been kind enough to him, but when he sat with them, he didn't feel like he was Sam's boyfriend. He felt like he was her friend that just happened to be sleeping with her. He knew that she didn't act like this intentionally, but it happened anyway.
On one of these occasions, it was her birthday and this was when he truly suspected that something might be going on with her and O'Neill. It was gift giving time and when she had received the one from him she had smiled, told him she loved it, and kissed him on the cheek. When she had gotten Jack's however, she looked up at him and there was this moment where they gazed into each others eyes and he felt like he was intruding on something special. Imagine him, the boyfriend, feeling that. Pete cleared his throat and Sam looked away, but he still saw the look in their eyes, and it made him feel sick. All he had gotten was a kiss; the Colonel had gotten that look.
As he began to come out of his thoughts, he looked around and his eyes landed on a piece of paper, unfolded in a way that made it look like a long teepee. Without hesitation he went to the ground and picked it up. As his eyes began to read the paper it seemed he became more upset with every word. As he finally finished it, it looked like he was out for blood. Who would write this? It's not true. I'm meant to be with her. And what does Zatarc mean? Huh? Wait a minute, she did come home, the water boiling proves it the messages prove it. Did she leave to go find Jack? To talk to him? Not letting any other thoughts cloud his mind Pete left the house, swiftly closing the door with one though in mind. I'm finding Sam.
I know I know, incredibly short and a bit rushed, but when you're hit with an idea, you have to write it.
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