Title: John Doe
Chapter: Eight
Summary: Jack finally gets Sam to go fishing with him ... and it's not even his idea!
Spoilers: Nemesis and Small Victories.
He told her twice to go home before she finally did. It was strange, really, how even though he couldn't remember about his life he still did all the things that he did before. It was comforting in a way, confusing in another. She wasn't sure how she felt about it yet.
When she got home it was quiet and dark; normally she would have welcomed it. Silence was a huge change from the chaos and nonstop talking that she was always in the middle of when working. Tonight, however, it was just awkward and made her feel uneasy. She wasn't sure if that was because of the fight she had with Pete or the overwhelming need to bring back the General's memories she still harbored. Whatever the reason was she felt trapped.
Turning the TV on with the channel changer she flipped through the channels and tried to find something that would grab her interest. Since it was late nothing was on, only an endless parade of infomercials. She left the TV on but let her thoughts take over. She was still highly pissed off at Pete, but for some odd reason she could feel her relationship with the General growing while her relationship with Pete faded into the background. Maybe it was because he couldn't remember before, when they had vowed not to speak of their feelings for each other, so he wasn't trying to hide them. Whatever it was it was certainly grabbing her attention.
In the background the hum from the television must have covered up the sound of a car approaching her home and pulling into the driveway because when the doorbell rang she was surprised. Using the remote she muted the TV and called out to whoever it was that she would be there in a second. Flicking on the lamp beside her couch she padded across the living room to the front door, and looked out the peephole.
Fuck, she thought to herself. Pete was standing on her front porch, a highly annoyed look on his face. She snorted to herself and walked right back into her living room, leaving him standing on the porch. She turned the light and the TV off; the house plunged into darkness again. A loud, irritated knock came from her front door but she ignored it and laid down on her couch.
"Sam," he called from the other side of the front door, "Come on! Open the door!"
When she didn't answer after a minute he began banging on the door again, "Open the door or I'll use my key!"
She decided that she wasn't going to wait for him to do that so she felt through the darkness and grabbed her keys from the coffee table. Groping around to feel her way to the door that lead to the garage she tried to be as quiet as she could, but occasional knocked into a few things. Just as she closed the door and entered the garage she heard the sound of keys clanging. She jumped on her motorcycle, turned it on, and using the remote for the door opened the garage. As she drove off she heard her front door slam and the sound of running. She didn't bother glancing over her shoulder, instead starting driving faster. He called out after her, but she ignored him, and kept driving. She already knew where she was going.
He was outside again, sitting on his roof, when the loud roar of a motorcycle penetrated the silence he was enjoying so much. The roar turned to a gentle hum as the bike shut down, and then the clang of a kickstand hitting the concrete could be heard. Then footsteps, coming up the ladder that lead to his rooftop. Once again the first thing he saw was blonde hair, and he knew instantly knew who it was. She didn't say anything as she sat down in the chair next to him, nor for a good while after that.
"You gonna tell me why you're here?" He called out to her, after nearly ten minutes.
She shook her head.
"Ok...."
"Why did you follow me this morning?" She asked him after a few minutes, "When Pete called me, how come you followed me up to the surface?"
He didn't answer her right away; truth was he wasn't so sure. He had told himself he had followed her to see what the man looked like, Daniel and Teal'c had spoken of him right after he had woken from the brief coma he had been in. It had peeked his interest, at that time he hadn't known why. He was starting to get an idea now, however. In all truths he had already remembered his previous feelings for her and had been doing his best in hiding them thus far. He knew that it wasn't allowed in the military, fraternizing among their ranks. He shrugged, "I was on my way to see you when he called. You seemed agitated with him on the phone, guess I was just curious."
That seemed to disappoint her, "Oh."
"Why haven't you been wearing your ring?"
She looked down at her barren hand, and shrugged just as he had. "I'm so pissed off at him, I don't want to have to look at him."
"So it'll blow over?"
She seemed to ponder the question, like maybe she hadn't even thought of the problem being resolved, or maybe she hadn't thought that it wouldn't. "I'm," she started, a bit frustrated, "not sure."
"Have you tried to talk with him?"
She shook her head, "The last thing I want to do at this moment is talk to him."
"So you're giving it some time."
"Sir, I really don't know. I haven't thought about it, I doubt I will any time soon. Right now I just want to be mad."
"Nothing wrong with that," he stated as a matter-of-fact.
She smiled briefly at him, but as soon as it had appeared it turned to a frown. He didn't like it when she frowned, he decided.
"You gonna be ok?"
"Not so sure about that one, either."
"If it was meant to work out it will. Give it some time, things will blow over."
She looked at him, their eyes locking. "What if I don't want things to blow over?"
"Why wouldn't you?"
She shrugged, "What if I never wanted things to work out in the first place."
"Then I'd say too bad for Pete."
She smiled, "There's so much I wish you could remember."
"Trust me, I'm trying."
"You know Dad told me to take you places that you love, so far we've only gone to your house."
"Where else would we go?"
"Well, you have been trying to get me to go fishing with you for years. I could use the vacation ... I'm sure you could too. We've both got hours of downtime stacked up, and that is the reason you accepted the job in the first place."
"What is?"
Her smile grew, "So that you could do whatever you wanted to."
A smile appeared on his face, "I like the way you think ... what about Daniel and Teal'c?"
The frown reappeared.
"I mean, they'll be busy right? P3Q-316?"
She smiled again, "Right."
She went home late or early depending on whom you ask. She was hoping that since it was so late he would be gone already, but she didn't slow the first time she passed her house just incase. Good thing that she didn't, his SUV was still sitting in the driveway. She drove to Daniel's apartment, she had left some clothes there when her home was fumigated, and he had a couch she could crash on.
When he answered the door his hair was sticking up every which way and he wasn't wearing his glasses. She could tell she had woken him up. "Sam?" He asked, squinting at her, "What are you doing here?
"Can I crash on your couch?"
He yawned, "Sure. Come in."
They made small talk for all of five minutes before he announced he was going back to sleep. She grabbed a pillow and blanket and laid down on the couch, thinking about the offer she had made the General earlier. Am I really going to do this? She wondered, Am I really going to go fishing with him? After all these years of turning him down, and for a good reason. This could be very bad.
Or very good! That same annoying voice from the other day yelled at her. She smiled to herself; of course the nagging side of her conscious would sound like a certain auburn-haired doctor. It was almost a comfort, a part of Janet that would never leave her.
She finally pushed her apprehensions aside and settled into a dreamless sleep. When Daniel woke her later that morning it was already starting to get light outside and she could see the starts of a pink sky though his window. She told him of her plan over breakfast and a huge, goofy grin appeared on his face.
"What's that look for?" She asked him. His smile grew.
"Daniel! Come on, I'm doing this to help!"
"Sure you are," he replied sarcastically.
"You and Teal'c are invited you know."
His smile disappeared, "Fishing? With Jack? Uh ... If I'm not mistaken Teal'c and I will be off-world starting tomorrow, on P3Q-316." He cleared his throat, "Sorry."
"Yeah, sure."
He smirked and fixed himself a cup of coffee, then Sam did the same. Ten minutes later they left for work, taking Daniel's car since Sam's motorcycle was all she had and rain was in the forecast. He continued to tease her about her going fishing with Jack, but she wouldn't let it get to her. Truth was, she was excited about going. She had almost gone with him once before, but then the sensible side of her kept her from doing so and instead she just wished him a good time. At the time she could tell he didn't buy her excuse for staying, and the second time he asked she really had something to do.
When she arrived at work she went to his office to see if he was there already. He was. They talked for a few minutes before he told her that they had a week and a half downtime, all they had to do was make sure they took a cell phone in case they needed to be contacted. Their time off started that day, so they would be leaving as soon as possible. She told him she had a few things to finish in her office but it wouldn't take more than two hours, and he also had a few things to do so they decided they would meet up at 1030 Zulu.
At 1030 they met and traveled up to the surface together. She informed him that she would have to ride with him because her motorcycle was still at Daniel's, so they both got into his truck and took off for her house first.
On the way there she was praying that Pete had left already. The last thing she needed was a confrontation between him and the General, which she knew Pete would start if she showed up with him. But, she never was that lucky, and when they pulled up in front of her house his dark SUV was still sitting in the driveway.
"Let me take care of this," she told him. "You stay in here."
He sighed, "Whatever you say."
She got out of the car and walked up to the house. Using her key to enter she found him asleep on her couch. She snorted to herself and walked right past him and into the bedroom where she began to pack for her trip. After she had packed she went through the house, making sure all her lights were off, and turned off her air conditioning. When she was done she went back into the living room and stood in front of the couch. She set her bag down next to the sofa and crouched down in front of his still sleeping form. She decided to take advantage of the fact that he had gone to the police academy, which couldn't be so much different than the Air Force. She leaned right in his ear and as loud as she could yelled out to him. "Wake up Cadet!"
He jumped off of the couch and stood as straight as he could, blinking sleepily. It took him a few seconds to realize what had happened and he slouched.
"What are you doing in my house, Pete?"
"I had a key."
"That doesn't mean you can waltz in whenever you want and sleep on my couch."
"I'm sorry, I thought you wouldn't mind, seeing how we're engaged and all."
"Get out."
"What?"
"You expect me to let you sleep in my house after you yelled at me, called me a bitch, and insulted one of my best friends? Get out."
His eyes narrowed, "Where did you go last night? You were home when I came, I heard you. Where did you go?"
"Did you not hear what I said? Get out!"
He saw the bag sitting by the couch, "What's that for?"
"What is this? A game of 21 questions? I said get out of my house, no go!"
"I think you'd better leave, Pete." Came a voice from the doorway. Both looked over to see Jack standing in the hallway.
"What's he doing here?"
Sam ignored the question, "I told you to stay in the car."
He shrugged, "You were taking to long."
"Wait, you're going with him?"
Sam looked back at Pete, "Didn't I tell you to leave?"
"Indeed you did," Jack said, beginning to walk closer. Sam looked over at him and smiled. He'd been around Teal'c for too long.
"You bastard," Pete hissed as Jack got closer, "You have no right to be here."
"Apparently, neither do you." He said sarcastically.
Pete narrowed his eyes; "I'll kick your ass, old man."
Jack looked between Pete and Sam who was shaking her head. "Well, I'm not sure about that. See, you may have been trained to be able to take down the worst of the worst on THIS planet, but, I've been trained to take down scum all over the galaxy. Who do you think is better trained?"
Pete growled and began to say something before Sam grabbed her bag and started walking out the door.
"Where are you going?!" He called after here.
"Somewhere you won't find me," she called over her shoulder. "I hope you don't expect to stay here, because I'm having Teal'c come by later to check the place out, and he can definitely kick your ass. And trust me, he'd probably want to. So, I'd suggest you leave."
And she left him there, standing in the middle of her house, fuming. She followed Jack out to his truck and put her bag in the back. She told him to wait for her for just a second and grabbed something from the front of the car and put it in the palm of her hand. She walked up to Pete's SUV and placed the small, velvet box on the front of it. Then she walked back to Jack's truck, got in, and told him she was ready to go.
"So," he said as they drove off, "you made up your mind?"
"Yes," she said nodding, "I made up my mind."
A/N: Let me know what'cha think.
Chapter: Eight
Summary: Jack finally gets Sam to go fishing with him ... and it's not even his idea!
Spoilers: Nemesis and Small Victories.
He told her twice to go home before she finally did. It was strange, really, how even though he couldn't remember about his life he still did all the things that he did before. It was comforting in a way, confusing in another. She wasn't sure how she felt about it yet.
When she got home it was quiet and dark; normally she would have welcomed it. Silence was a huge change from the chaos and nonstop talking that she was always in the middle of when working. Tonight, however, it was just awkward and made her feel uneasy. She wasn't sure if that was because of the fight she had with Pete or the overwhelming need to bring back the General's memories she still harbored. Whatever the reason was she felt trapped.
Turning the TV on with the channel changer she flipped through the channels and tried to find something that would grab her interest. Since it was late nothing was on, only an endless parade of infomercials. She left the TV on but let her thoughts take over. She was still highly pissed off at Pete, but for some odd reason she could feel her relationship with the General growing while her relationship with Pete faded into the background. Maybe it was because he couldn't remember before, when they had vowed not to speak of their feelings for each other, so he wasn't trying to hide them. Whatever it was it was certainly grabbing her attention.
In the background the hum from the television must have covered up the sound of a car approaching her home and pulling into the driveway because when the doorbell rang she was surprised. Using the remote she muted the TV and called out to whoever it was that she would be there in a second. Flicking on the lamp beside her couch she padded across the living room to the front door, and looked out the peephole.
Fuck, she thought to herself. Pete was standing on her front porch, a highly annoyed look on his face. She snorted to herself and walked right back into her living room, leaving him standing on the porch. She turned the light and the TV off; the house plunged into darkness again. A loud, irritated knock came from her front door but she ignored it and laid down on her couch.
"Sam," he called from the other side of the front door, "Come on! Open the door!"
When she didn't answer after a minute he began banging on the door again, "Open the door or I'll use my key!"
She decided that she wasn't going to wait for him to do that so she felt through the darkness and grabbed her keys from the coffee table. Groping around to feel her way to the door that lead to the garage she tried to be as quiet as she could, but occasional knocked into a few things. Just as she closed the door and entered the garage she heard the sound of keys clanging. She jumped on her motorcycle, turned it on, and using the remote for the door opened the garage. As she drove off she heard her front door slam and the sound of running. She didn't bother glancing over her shoulder, instead starting driving faster. He called out after her, but she ignored him, and kept driving. She already knew where she was going.
He was outside again, sitting on his roof, when the loud roar of a motorcycle penetrated the silence he was enjoying so much. The roar turned to a gentle hum as the bike shut down, and then the clang of a kickstand hitting the concrete could be heard. Then footsteps, coming up the ladder that lead to his rooftop. Once again the first thing he saw was blonde hair, and he knew instantly knew who it was. She didn't say anything as she sat down in the chair next to him, nor for a good while after that.
"You gonna tell me why you're here?" He called out to her, after nearly ten minutes.
She shook her head.
"Ok...."
"Why did you follow me this morning?" She asked him after a few minutes, "When Pete called me, how come you followed me up to the surface?"
He didn't answer her right away; truth was he wasn't so sure. He had told himself he had followed her to see what the man looked like, Daniel and Teal'c had spoken of him right after he had woken from the brief coma he had been in. It had peeked his interest, at that time he hadn't known why. He was starting to get an idea now, however. In all truths he had already remembered his previous feelings for her and had been doing his best in hiding them thus far. He knew that it wasn't allowed in the military, fraternizing among their ranks. He shrugged, "I was on my way to see you when he called. You seemed agitated with him on the phone, guess I was just curious."
That seemed to disappoint her, "Oh."
"Why haven't you been wearing your ring?"
She looked down at her barren hand, and shrugged just as he had. "I'm so pissed off at him, I don't want to have to look at him."
"So it'll blow over?"
She seemed to ponder the question, like maybe she hadn't even thought of the problem being resolved, or maybe she hadn't thought that it wouldn't. "I'm," she started, a bit frustrated, "not sure."
"Have you tried to talk with him?"
She shook her head, "The last thing I want to do at this moment is talk to him."
"So you're giving it some time."
"Sir, I really don't know. I haven't thought about it, I doubt I will any time soon. Right now I just want to be mad."
"Nothing wrong with that," he stated as a matter-of-fact.
She smiled briefly at him, but as soon as it had appeared it turned to a frown. He didn't like it when she frowned, he decided.
"You gonna be ok?"
"Not so sure about that one, either."
"If it was meant to work out it will. Give it some time, things will blow over."
She looked at him, their eyes locking. "What if I don't want things to blow over?"
"Why wouldn't you?"
She shrugged, "What if I never wanted things to work out in the first place."
"Then I'd say too bad for Pete."
She smiled, "There's so much I wish you could remember."
"Trust me, I'm trying."
"You know Dad told me to take you places that you love, so far we've only gone to your house."
"Where else would we go?"
"Well, you have been trying to get me to go fishing with you for years. I could use the vacation ... I'm sure you could too. We've both got hours of downtime stacked up, and that is the reason you accepted the job in the first place."
"What is?"
Her smile grew, "So that you could do whatever you wanted to."
A smile appeared on his face, "I like the way you think ... what about Daniel and Teal'c?"
The frown reappeared.
"I mean, they'll be busy right? P3Q-316?"
She smiled again, "Right."
She went home late or early depending on whom you ask. She was hoping that since it was so late he would be gone already, but she didn't slow the first time she passed her house just incase. Good thing that she didn't, his SUV was still sitting in the driveway. She drove to Daniel's apartment, she had left some clothes there when her home was fumigated, and he had a couch she could crash on.
When he answered the door his hair was sticking up every which way and he wasn't wearing his glasses. She could tell she had woken him up. "Sam?" He asked, squinting at her, "What are you doing here?
"Can I crash on your couch?"
He yawned, "Sure. Come in."
They made small talk for all of five minutes before he announced he was going back to sleep. She grabbed a pillow and blanket and laid down on the couch, thinking about the offer she had made the General earlier. Am I really going to do this? She wondered, Am I really going to go fishing with him? After all these years of turning him down, and for a good reason. This could be very bad.
Or very good! That same annoying voice from the other day yelled at her. She smiled to herself; of course the nagging side of her conscious would sound like a certain auburn-haired doctor. It was almost a comfort, a part of Janet that would never leave her.
She finally pushed her apprehensions aside and settled into a dreamless sleep. When Daniel woke her later that morning it was already starting to get light outside and she could see the starts of a pink sky though his window. She told him of her plan over breakfast and a huge, goofy grin appeared on his face.
"What's that look for?" She asked him. His smile grew.
"Daniel! Come on, I'm doing this to help!"
"Sure you are," he replied sarcastically.
"You and Teal'c are invited you know."
His smile disappeared, "Fishing? With Jack? Uh ... If I'm not mistaken Teal'c and I will be off-world starting tomorrow, on P3Q-316." He cleared his throat, "Sorry."
"Yeah, sure."
He smirked and fixed himself a cup of coffee, then Sam did the same. Ten minutes later they left for work, taking Daniel's car since Sam's motorcycle was all she had and rain was in the forecast. He continued to tease her about her going fishing with Jack, but she wouldn't let it get to her. Truth was, she was excited about going. She had almost gone with him once before, but then the sensible side of her kept her from doing so and instead she just wished him a good time. At the time she could tell he didn't buy her excuse for staying, and the second time he asked she really had something to do.
When she arrived at work she went to his office to see if he was there already. He was. They talked for a few minutes before he told her that they had a week and a half downtime, all they had to do was make sure they took a cell phone in case they needed to be contacted. Their time off started that day, so they would be leaving as soon as possible. She told him she had a few things to finish in her office but it wouldn't take more than two hours, and he also had a few things to do so they decided they would meet up at 1030 Zulu.
At 1030 they met and traveled up to the surface together. She informed him that she would have to ride with him because her motorcycle was still at Daniel's, so they both got into his truck and took off for her house first.
On the way there she was praying that Pete had left already. The last thing she needed was a confrontation between him and the General, which she knew Pete would start if she showed up with him. But, she never was that lucky, and when they pulled up in front of her house his dark SUV was still sitting in the driveway.
"Let me take care of this," she told him. "You stay in here."
He sighed, "Whatever you say."
She got out of the car and walked up to the house. Using her key to enter she found him asleep on her couch. She snorted to herself and walked right past him and into the bedroom where she began to pack for her trip. After she had packed she went through the house, making sure all her lights were off, and turned off her air conditioning. When she was done she went back into the living room and stood in front of the couch. She set her bag down next to the sofa and crouched down in front of his still sleeping form. She decided to take advantage of the fact that he had gone to the police academy, which couldn't be so much different than the Air Force. She leaned right in his ear and as loud as she could yelled out to him. "Wake up Cadet!"
He jumped off of the couch and stood as straight as he could, blinking sleepily. It took him a few seconds to realize what had happened and he slouched.
"What are you doing in my house, Pete?"
"I had a key."
"That doesn't mean you can waltz in whenever you want and sleep on my couch."
"I'm sorry, I thought you wouldn't mind, seeing how we're engaged and all."
"Get out."
"What?"
"You expect me to let you sleep in my house after you yelled at me, called me a bitch, and insulted one of my best friends? Get out."
His eyes narrowed, "Where did you go last night? You were home when I came, I heard you. Where did you go?"
"Did you not hear what I said? Get out!"
He saw the bag sitting by the couch, "What's that for?"
"What is this? A game of 21 questions? I said get out of my house, no go!"
"I think you'd better leave, Pete." Came a voice from the doorway. Both looked over to see Jack standing in the hallway.
"What's he doing here?"
Sam ignored the question, "I told you to stay in the car."
He shrugged, "You were taking to long."
"Wait, you're going with him?"
Sam looked back at Pete, "Didn't I tell you to leave?"
"Indeed you did," Jack said, beginning to walk closer. Sam looked over at him and smiled. He'd been around Teal'c for too long.
"You bastard," Pete hissed as Jack got closer, "You have no right to be here."
"Apparently, neither do you." He said sarcastically.
Pete narrowed his eyes; "I'll kick your ass, old man."
Jack looked between Pete and Sam who was shaking her head. "Well, I'm not sure about that. See, you may have been trained to be able to take down the worst of the worst on THIS planet, but, I've been trained to take down scum all over the galaxy. Who do you think is better trained?"
Pete growled and began to say something before Sam grabbed her bag and started walking out the door.
"Where are you going?!" He called after here.
"Somewhere you won't find me," she called over her shoulder. "I hope you don't expect to stay here, because I'm having Teal'c come by later to check the place out, and he can definitely kick your ass. And trust me, he'd probably want to. So, I'd suggest you leave."
And she left him there, standing in the middle of her house, fuming. She followed Jack out to his truck and put her bag in the back. She told him to wait for her for just a second and grabbed something from the front of the car and put it in the palm of her hand. She walked up to Pete's SUV and placed the small, velvet box on the front of it. Then she walked back to Jack's truck, got in, and told him she was ready to go.
"So," he said as they drove off, "you made up your mind?"
"Yes," she said nodding, "I made up my mind."
A/N: Let me know what'cha think.