Title: John Doe
Chapter: Seven
Summary: Jack witnesses the fight between Sam and Pete.
She didn't notice him as she stormed back into the mountain base. He made sure that she wouldn't. Truth was, after she had gone up to the surface he had followed her, he was curious to see what this Pete Daniel and Teal'c had told him about looked like; he didn't remember. Actually, he was a bit surprised by the mans features, he didn't picture Carter with somebody like him.
The conversation between the two started out relatively normal, at least he guessed. He tensed up a little when he saw the man, Pete, pull her close to him. He could only assume what was being said, he was too far off to hear anything, but he could tell he didn't like it. She seemed a little agitated to him, like maybe she wasn't too fond of what he was saying either. He smiled to himself. He must have really said something she disapproved of and pulled back, but not out of his grasp.
Pete was becoming very annoyed as well and had dropped his hands from her waistline. She took a step back, distancing herself from him. They were about to get into a fight, he couldn't remember much, but he did remember the warning sings of a lovers-feud. He cringed at the name.
They spoke to each other, the voices raised slightly, though still not loud enough for him to understand. He could tell between their voices now, however. And it seemed that Carter was doing most of the talking, or yelling as it was.
He said something to her and she snapped back loudly, her voice was harsh and loud. Though she only said one simple word he cringed.
"What?!?"
He said something back to her, but Jack couldn't hear it. But, she looked away from him, directly at Jack. But he could tell she didn't notice him. She said something to him, he replied and her head whipped back around, he could tell she was staring intensely at him, and it was likely that it wasn't a good look. Though he knew she was probably miserable at the moment, he couldn't help but smile. Maybe he wasn't giving this Pete any credit, since he didn't know him, but he didn't care. He had already decided that he didn't like him. He imagined that he had always felt that way.
There were a few more words between them then he heard her yell, "Goddamn Pete, do you not trust me?"
Pete yelled back, with the same amount of intensity that Carter's voice held, "I trust you, it's him I don't trust!"
Jack cringed, it didn't take a rocket scientist, or in her case an astrophysicist, to know who he meant by 'him'. Sam's voice was once again quiet, while she spoke she gently shook her head. She turned around suddenly, once again looking straight at him but not seeing him, and began to walk away.
"So that's it, huh?" Pete called after her, his voice once again full of rage, "that's how you're going to solve this? You're just going to walk away from me? Damn it Sam, you running away doesn't help anything."
She turned back around and once again he couldn't see her look, but he knew it was a dirty one. "And neither does your being a jackass!" She yelled.
Pete snapped back at her, "Yeah, well, being a bitch doesn't do much, either."
That statement got to Jack, he began to walk up to the two, and break up the quarrel, or fight, or whatever one would like to call it. But, when she yelled back he stopped.
"Fuck you!"
"No," he said with a snort, "fuck your General."
He was once again walking, trying to make his way over to the two, now not only for Carter, but for himself. But, he hadn't walked more than three feet when Carter slapped him.
"Go Carter," he whispered to himself.
She turned and started walking again, he called back after her, and she told him she wasn't too fond of him at the moment, so speaking further was out of the question.
She didn't notice him as she stormed back into the mountain base.
She noticed him when she stormed past him and back into the mountain base. She didn't acknowledge him as she did, she was too furious to speak with anybody, even him. She raced to the elevators, knowing he was probably only a few steps behind her, trying to make it seem casual, like he had been on the surface for another reason. She really didn't feel like talking with him, let alone spending an awkward 5 minutes riding in the elevator with him.
Thankfully, he didn't make it on time, and the doors shut just as he came into view. She was alone in the elevator and she pressed the button for floor 12. She would have to get off again and go down to floor 27. She hoped that elevator would be just as barren. The ring was gone from her finger now, resting in her back pocket. When she got into her lab she would put it somewhere where she wouldn't have to see it, that way she could think without it taunting her.
The elevator dinged as it made it to the end of it's decent. There was a SF at the door of the other elevator, she showed him her clearance, although it hadn't been necessary for years, and loaded the elevator. She was alone. She was once again thankful.
She thought back to the surface, she hadn't noticed him before; he must have been watching the whole time. She cringed, what had he heard? They had been yelling pretty loudly, things had been said, things about him. This wasn't good, not at all. Maybe he hadn't heard anything, maybe he didn't know who they had been talking of. They were good hopes, but false ones, that much she knew. Of course he had heard, of course he had known. How could he not have?
She made it to her office and put the ring back into the box it came in. Setting the small, velvet case down on her desk she sat down and cradled her head in her hands. What was she going to do?
It wasn't long before he was there; she didn't even have to look up to see who it was. She already knew. There was this distinct presence about him; she could always tell when he was at the door of her office. Maybe it was the way he switched between feet nervously, or the short, annoyed breaths that would escape his throat when she didn't acknowledge him. Maybe there was just something about him, some unexplainable, uncontrollable presence. One only she could sense. It scared and excited her at the same time.
"Hey," he said finally making his presence known, or at least confirming it.
She looked up; her blue eyes glassy due to anger, "hi."
Her tone almost shocked her. It was surprisingly pleasant, smooth, and kind. She had expected it to come out bitter and rude. She could tell it shocked him too.
"I saw you," she told him, "when I came into the building. You didn't know it, but, I knew you were there."
His brows furrowed, "how?"
She shrugged, "same was I always do."
He didn't seem to understand, but moved on anyway. "Do you want to talk about it?"
She shook her head, "not now. Right now he is the last thing I want to be focusing on. I need a distraction..." she looked down at her watch, "1234. I need food."
"You want to grab something from the commissary?"
She nodded, "yeah, come on." Getting up from her chair she pushed the ring box aside, out of view. He noticed her do so, he didn't acknowledge that he did, but she could tell. She could always tell. She smiled at him and he smiled back, it was like things were back to normal. But, both knew they weren't. He may not have remembered much, but he could still tell she was hurt. She could tell the same of him. Side by side they walked to the elevator to go to the commissary, him leading her with a hand on the small of her back. The platonic touch didn't go unnoticed by either of them, nor by those around them. Several nurses began whispering furiously to each other.
Sam tried hard to hide her smile.
He was surprised at how well she was taking it, or at least how well she appeared to be taking it. He could tell there was more to it. More fury, more anger, more hurt; all there just beneath the surface. Just past the nice façade she had worked on for so long. He didn't pry, he knew not to. Her walls would crumble, and while that could be a good thing, for her to tell somebody how she was feeling, he knew it wasn't the right time. Maybe later, he mused.
They ate in silence, she fiddled with her blue Jell-O, barely eating it. Something told him that was odd, for her at least. She didn't eat much of her other food either, not that he blamed her. How could he eat that food everyday and still be alive? It was uncanny.
By the time they were done eating it was 1323. He knew that SG-3 would be heading out at 1500 hours, and there was a briefing scheduled for 1330. So, he excused himself and went off to the room.
He didn't do much; there was some other man there to do all the official things, until his memories resurfaced fully. Some things he could remember, but not all of them. So, he didn't blame the Pentagon for sending him help, he welcomed it.
He watched them as they left an hour and a half later. A feeling inside that he could only describe as jealously. He wanted to be with them, he wanted to go with them, he didn't want to stay and wish them good-luck. He wanted to go and assure they wouldn't need any. He knew the feeling, he remembered the feeling.
She came too, and watched them go. The SG-3 marines always ready for a challenge. "They're cocky," she had said to him the other day, "those jarheads think they know everything."
He smiled to himself remembering it. It was a recent memory, but one before the incident. He remembered SG-1 and SG-3 had gone on a mission together, and needless to say it hadn't gone well. Although, she had been commanding office over both teams. He was supposed to do something 'bout it, he recalled. Send them on a mission with Daniel or something; somewhere that had a rich past, lots of things to dig up.
"That planet we were going to send them to, P6X something ... what was the race called?"
She looked at him amazed, "that was almost two weeks ago sir, you remember?"
He nodded.
"Uh, they were the Artesians, I believe."
"Right ... we'll send them when they get back, I'm sure Daniel would love the vacation."
She smiled, "it's a good idea sir."
"Maybe I'll go along too, and SG-1. If my memories are back by then. I'd like to see Daniel in action."
He laughed, "he does but on quite the show."
They began to walk back to her office, "you know, I do remember one other thing."
She looked over at him, "oh yeah? What's that, sir?"
"I loved to make you smile before, too."
She blushed and turned away, smiling once more. "Thank you, sir."
"Anytime."
She went into her office and he went off to find Daniel, they had a trip to schedule.
A/N: I actually wasn't planning on doing Jack's POV on the fight, I had already started writing this chapter when I got my reviews, and some of them suggested it. I loved the idea so threw out what I already had and started over. Hopefully, this is better than the other was. Guess we'll never know, eh? Anyway...let me know what'cha think of this one.
Chapter: Seven
Summary: Jack witnesses the fight between Sam and Pete.
She didn't notice him as she stormed back into the mountain base. He made sure that she wouldn't. Truth was, after she had gone up to the surface he had followed her, he was curious to see what this Pete Daniel and Teal'c had told him about looked like; he didn't remember. Actually, he was a bit surprised by the mans features, he didn't picture Carter with somebody like him.
The conversation between the two started out relatively normal, at least he guessed. He tensed up a little when he saw the man, Pete, pull her close to him. He could only assume what was being said, he was too far off to hear anything, but he could tell he didn't like it. She seemed a little agitated to him, like maybe she wasn't too fond of what he was saying either. He smiled to himself. He must have really said something she disapproved of and pulled back, but not out of his grasp.
Pete was becoming very annoyed as well and had dropped his hands from her waistline. She took a step back, distancing herself from him. They were about to get into a fight, he couldn't remember much, but he did remember the warning sings of a lovers-feud. He cringed at the name.
They spoke to each other, the voices raised slightly, though still not loud enough for him to understand. He could tell between their voices now, however. And it seemed that Carter was doing most of the talking, or yelling as it was.
He said something to her and she snapped back loudly, her voice was harsh and loud. Though she only said one simple word he cringed.
"What?!?"
He said something back to her, but Jack couldn't hear it. But, she looked away from him, directly at Jack. But he could tell she didn't notice him. She said something to him, he replied and her head whipped back around, he could tell she was staring intensely at him, and it was likely that it wasn't a good look. Though he knew she was probably miserable at the moment, he couldn't help but smile. Maybe he wasn't giving this Pete any credit, since he didn't know him, but he didn't care. He had already decided that he didn't like him. He imagined that he had always felt that way.
There were a few more words between them then he heard her yell, "Goddamn Pete, do you not trust me?"
Pete yelled back, with the same amount of intensity that Carter's voice held, "I trust you, it's him I don't trust!"
Jack cringed, it didn't take a rocket scientist, or in her case an astrophysicist, to know who he meant by 'him'. Sam's voice was once again quiet, while she spoke she gently shook her head. She turned around suddenly, once again looking straight at him but not seeing him, and began to walk away.
"So that's it, huh?" Pete called after her, his voice once again full of rage, "that's how you're going to solve this? You're just going to walk away from me? Damn it Sam, you running away doesn't help anything."
She turned back around and once again he couldn't see her look, but he knew it was a dirty one. "And neither does your being a jackass!" She yelled.
Pete snapped back at her, "Yeah, well, being a bitch doesn't do much, either."
That statement got to Jack, he began to walk up to the two, and break up the quarrel, or fight, or whatever one would like to call it. But, when she yelled back he stopped.
"Fuck you!"
"No," he said with a snort, "fuck your General."
He was once again walking, trying to make his way over to the two, now not only for Carter, but for himself. But, he hadn't walked more than three feet when Carter slapped him.
"Go Carter," he whispered to himself.
She turned and started walking again, he called back after her, and she told him she wasn't too fond of him at the moment, so speaking further was out of the question.
She didn't notice him as she stormed back into the mountain base.
She noticed him when she stormed past him and back into the mountain base. She didn't acknowledge him as she did, she was too furious to speak with anybody, even him. She raced to the elevators, knowing he was probably only a few steps behind her, trying to make it seem casual, like he had been on the surface for another reason. She really didn't feel like talking with him, let alone spending an awkward 5 minutes riding in the elevator with him.
Thankfully, he didn't make it on time, and the doors shut just as he came into view. She was alone in the elevator and she pressed the button for floor 12. She would have to get off again and go down to floor 27. She hoped that elevator would be just as barren. The ring was gone from her finger now, resting in her back pocket. When she got into her lab she would put it somewhere where she wouldn't have to see it, that way she could think without it taunting her.
The elevator dinged as it made it to the end of it's decent. There was a SF at the door of the other elevator, she showed him her clearance, although it hadn't been necessary for years, and loaded the elevator. She was alone. She was once again thankful.
She thought back to the surface, she hadn't noticed him before; he must have been watching the whole time. She cringed, what had he heard? They had been yelling pretty loudly, things had been said, things about him. This wasn't good, not at all. Maybe he hadn't heard anything, maybe he didn't know who they had been talking of. They were good hopes, but false ones, that much she knew. Of course he had heard, of course he had known. How could he not have?
She made it to her office and put the ring back into the box it came in. Setting the small, velvet case down on her desk she sat down and cradled her head in her hands. What was she going to do?
It wasn't long before he was there; she didn't even have to look up to see who it was. She already knew. There was this distinct presence about him; she could always tell when he was at the door of her office. Maybe it was the way he switched between feet nervously, or the short, annoyed breaths that would escape his throat when she didn't acknowledge him. Maybe there was just something about him, some unexplainable, uncontrollable presence. One only she could sense. It scared and excited her at the same time.
"Hey," he said finally making his presence known, or at least confirming it.
She looked up; her blue eyes glassy due to anger, "hi."
Her tone almost shocked her. It was surprisingly pleasant, smooth, and kind. She had expected it to come out bitter and rude. She could tell it shocked him too.
"I saw you," she told him, "when I came into the building. You didn't know it, but, I knew you were there."
His brows furrowed, "how?"
She shrugged, "same was I always do."
He didn't seem to understand, but moved on anyway. "Do you want to talk about it?"
She shook her head, "not now. Right now he is the last thing I want to be focusing on. I need a distraction..." she looked down at her watch, "1234. I need food."
"You want to grab something from the commissary?"
She nodded, "yeah, come on." Getting up from her chair she pushed the ring box aside, out of view. He noticed her do so, he didn't acknowledge that he did, but she could tell. She could always tell. She smiled at him and he smiled back, it was like things were back to normal. But, both knew they weren't. He may not have remembered much, but he could still tell she was hurt. She could tell the same of him. Side by side they walked to the elevator to go to the commissary, him leading her with a hand on the small of her back. The platonic touch didn't go unnoticed by either of them, nor by those around them. Several nurses began whispering furiously to each other.
Sam tried hard to hide her smile.
He was surprised at how well she was taking it, or at least how well she appeared to be taking it. He could tell there was more to it. More fury, more anger, more hurt; all there just beneath the surface. Just past the nice façade she had worked on for so long. He didn't pry, he knew not to. Her walls would crumble, and while that could be a good thing, for her to tell somebody how she was feeling, he knew it wasn't the right time. Maybe later, he mused.
They ate in silence, she fiddled with her blue Jell-O, barely eating it. Something told him that was odd, for her at least. She didn't eat much of her other food either, not that he blamed her. How could he eat that food everyday and still be alive? It was uncanny.
By the time they were done eating it was 1323. He knew that SG-3 would be heading out at 1500 hours, and there was a briefing scheduled for 1330. So, he excused himself and went off to the room.
He didn't do much; there was some other man there to do all the official things, until his memories resurfaced fully. Some things he could remember, but not all of them. So, he didn't blame the Pentagon for sending him help, he welcomed it.
He watched them as they left an hour and a half later. A feeling inside that he could only describe as jealously. He wanted to be with them, he wanted to go with them, he didn't want to stay and wish them good-luck. He wanted to go and assure they wouldn't need any. He knew the feeling, he remembered the feeling.
She came too, and watched them go. The SG-3 marines always ready for a challenge. "They're cocky," she had said to him the other day, "those jarheads think they know everything."
He smiled to himself remembering it. It was a recent memory, but one before the incident. He remembered SG-1 and SG-3 had gone on a mission together, and needless to say it hadn't gone well. Although, she had been commanding office over both teams. He was supposed to do something 'bout it, he recalled. Send them on a mission with Daniel or something; somewhere that had a rich past, lots of things to dig up.
"That planet we were going to send them to, P6X something ... what was the race called?"
She looked at him amazed, "that was almost two weeks ago sir, you remember?"
He nodded.
"Uh, they were the Artesians, I believe."
"Right ... we'll send them when they get back, I'm sure Daniel would love the vacation."
She smiled, "it's a good idea sir."
"Maybe I'll go along too, and SG-1. If my memories are back by then. I'd like to see Daniel in action."
He laughed, "he does but on quite the show."
They began to walk back to her office, "you know, I do remember one other thing."
She looked over at him, "oh yeah? What's that, sir?"
"I loved to make you smile before, too."
She blushed and turned away, smiling once more. "Thank you, sir."
"Anytime."
She went into her office and he went off to find Daniel, they had a trip to schedule.
A/N: I actually wasn't planning on doing Jack's POV on the fight, I had already started writing this chapter when I got my reviews, and some of them suggested it. I loved the idea so threw out what I already had and started over. Hopefully, this is better than the other was. Guess we'll never know, eh? Anyway...let me know what'cha think of this one.