Title: The Fight
Summary: Pete goes in search of Carter and is very upset by what he finds
Disclaimer: I don't own Stargate... Sad, isn't it?
A.N: Whenever you see Italic's and it's a thought, it's from Pete. Yeah, I know, Pete thinks.

To Arrant Schemata, I'm asking.
To StargateFan and EVERYONE ELSE,
I'm sorry if I didn't make this clear enough. I thought that people would see how I had published this fic in the year '04, recognize that Janet is alive, and how Pete and Sam aren't engaged yet, they might have thought that this fic was started before anyone got promoted. I apologize if I wasn't clear enough. But when I started this fic, that hadn't happened yet. Trust me, I know my fandom well enough to know if two of the leading character (that are in this fic) got promoted. How stupid do you think I am?

Thank you snoopi, Sci Fi Fan Gillian, janissima, veep, bethinSg, SamNJack, StargateFan, Arrant Schemata, Gateseeker2 and anyone else who reviewed chapter one and two. I'll mention you next chapter.
But seriously, reviews make my day.

From Before

"Sam!" Pete screeched again, not wanting to believe that his girlfriend was kissing her CO. But by the guilty looks on their faces, the mussed up hair and clothes, and they way they were standing next to each other, it looked as if they had indeed done that.

And Now

"What the hell is going on?" Pete yelled, angry beyond belief. HIS girlfriend was kissing some, some, old guy. But not just some old guy, he was a Colonel, that wasn't allowed!

"What are you doing here?" Samantha asked, her voice calm, but with a slight waver in it.

"What am I doing here? What am I doing here? I find you kissing your commanding officer, which by the way isn't ALLOWED in the military, and you have the nerve to ask ME what I'm doing here?"

Sam began to look worried. Pete, a normally very even tempered man, who'd rather make you laugh then otherwise, was acting extremely upset. Of course, if she found Jack kissing another woman she'd be acting a bit more then extremely upset. Ok, a LOT MORE.

But right now she wasn't sure how to act. She felt embarrassed, scared, uneasy, and almost angry at... Pete, for interrupting them. How strange was that? Here she was, the adulterous, who had no right to be mad at him, and yet she was. I suppose this explained why she said what she did next.

"That didn't answer my question. What are you, having me followed?" Pete looked flabbergasted, remembering when they had first gone out; he had run a background check on her. Does she know about what I did? Probably, the funding in the Stargate Program seemed endless. I bet she did the same to me.

"Should I? Does this happen all the time? All those times you said that you had to work late, were those just lies? were you really getting yourself drunk and then sleeping with some anonymous person, and now it just happened to be Jack O'Neill, your COMMANDING officer by the way."

Pete had every right to be hurt. He was searching for his girlfriend and instead of finding her, he found Jonathan O'Neill and her locking lips. He would probably never admit it, but that kiss that Jack and Sam had shared looked a lot more passionate then anything they had done and he had only seen it for a few seconds. But still, that did not warrant what he had said and was about to.

"Now wait a minute, I kissed her" Jack finally spoke, he knew that what Sam and Pete had to talk about was between Sam and Pete, but he wasn't about to let Carter get trashed just because she had kissed him.

Pete turned to him, a sneer on his face. "So what, you have to go for the girl that's already taken? Getting so old that you needed a pity fuck?" he turned to her, "and by the way you guys look at each other, I bet she'd only be happy to comply."

It came so fast and hard, he was unsure of who it was from. All he felt was agony. Searing, hot, painful, agony. All at once his memory caught up on him and he realized Jack had punched him in the mouth. Pete stared at him, wiping the blood that his torn lip had caused. He doesn't get to do that! I'm the one hurting, he doesn't get to do that to me!

And all at once, he was on Jack, wrestling him to the ground, throwing punches and trying to kick him. He refused to pay attention to Sam, who was yelling at him to stop. Sam bent down to try to wrench Pete off Jack when it happened. He tried to shove her away but it didn't work, so without thinking, he punched her. Sam staggered back hitting the wall. Immediately after this, there was a surge of energy in Jack and he threw Pete off him. Pete lay down, his stomach facing up. Still reeling from the blow to the back of the head that had occurred when his head had connected to the concrete.

"Oh g-d," he said, when he saw the blood that started pouring from Sam's nose. "I am so sorry Sam."

"You should leave," Jack said, handing Sam his handkerchief. Pete got up, trying to ignore his throbbing head.

"Why don't we ask Sam that?" throughout this dispute, Pete had been unwilling to explain himself or listen to Sam, and although Sam felt guilty about what had happened with her and Jack, she wasn't in the mood to deal with this.

"Pete, go home. I'll speak to you when you've calmed down." Her voice sounded deflated, and she was mopping up the blood that he had caused. Again, he looked surprised.

"Sam honey, I didn't mean what I said earlier, I was just upset. And just because I ran a background check on you doesn't mean that I don't trust you. Give me a chance to explain, ok? We can talk about this." Sam body changed from looking deflated, to looking rigid.

"You... you ran a background search on me? When ... why would you do such a thing?" her voice rang in bewilderment and she began to get upset. She didn't know?

"Well, I thought that you-" he didn't finish his sentence.

"Just go!" Sam yelled, more exhausted then when she had stayed up three nights in a row trying to recalibrate Stargate's manmade, or womanmade, DHD.

"Surely you don't mean-" Pete tried to protest.

"She told you to leave." Jack reiterated. Pete, in Jack's standards, wasn't on his list of people he liked, especially when he punched his 2IC in the nose. So Pete left, vowing that he would call Sam tomorrow and apologize, then everything would be fine. As the lights from Pete's car went away Jack spoke.

"I'll go get you some paper towels for that nose." And Before Sam could say anything he had left. He returned shortly with a few damp towels and some dry ones.

"Are you alright?" Sam asked, wiping away the last of her blood. Jack was a trained fighter, so it was strange, even to him, that Pete would even think of trying him. But, of course, the Colonel was fine, though he would definitely wake up tomorrow sore.

"I'm fine." Sam nodded, and looked down at her shoes. Her pretty blue shoes. Next to them were the bloodstained paper towels that she had dropped moments before.

"I did this wrong." Sam spoke up. Jack eyes bore into her head, where her eyes would have been if she were to look at him. Before Jack could ask what she meant by that, she spoke. "I should have talked to Pete first, but I wasn't thinking...I wasn't thinking..."a pause lasted so long that Jack wondered if he was supposed to talk, but she beat him to it. "Are we still... are we...ok?" moments passed and nothing happened. But when Jack finally moved, he wrapped an arm around her and with the other lifted up her head, "We'll be more then ok." She kissed him this time, and he realized that he wouldn't ever again mind waking up sore if he was with her.

There will be one more chapter and then I'm done! So please review, it makes my life. Really, stop laughing!