Title: John Doe
Chapter: Twelve
Summary: Jack and Sam spend the day in town, Sam confronts Jack about the night before.
Disclaimer: Uh, not mine?
Authors Note: UGH! I believe that computers were the devils doing! Damned things, they're so frustrating. Anyway, on top of computer problems I was out of the state this past weekend, so yeah, I'm starting on the next chapter a couple days later than I should have. Well, anyway, here it goes.
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Sam slumped down on the couch, grunting. It had been roughly an hour since he had gone to sleep, but for the life of her she just wasn't tired, at all. And, no matter how hard she tried, sleep was fleeting. Not that she minded, she could use the time, she had a lot of thinking to do.
God, why is he so damn stubborn?, she thought, burrowing her face in one of the sofa's pillows. He hadn't mentioned what had happened before Daniel called, and she got the impression that he wouldn't be anytime soon. Which confused her to no end, because she was usually the one pretending like nothing had happened. Damn his ego.
She wasn't sure what time it was, nor did she care. It was pitch black when she stepped out on the back porch, so she knew it had to be late. She could see a faint light coming from the room that Jack was sleeping in, he must have forgotten to turn something off. She settled into one of the lawn chairs and turned her gaze upward at the vast, velvety darkness of the sky. She found herself missing it back at the SGC and was beginning to long to go on a mission, any mission. Staying here, vacationing, was driving her nuts.
The frustration of the day came crashing down and she no longer longed for the feeling going off world gave her. Instead, she longed to talk with him about what had happened, to make sense of what was going on. She wanted to know why he had been ignoring the situation; it wasn't like him at all.
She had called Daniel back, not long after Jack had gone to sleep. Apparently, the 'Gate was up and running again, and had been ever since Siler got off of the phone with her. One of the first things out of his mouth was "when are you coming back?", Sam just laughed and said that no matter what, she was always a phone call away. It seemed to make Daniel feel a little more comforted. Then, he put Teal'c on the phone, he had something to talk with her about.
"Colonel Carter, I have information about Peter Shannahan."
"Oh?" She asked, she wasn't sure she wanted to know. "What about him?"
"He has attempted to reach you at the SGC on more than one occasion. What would you have me say to him?" His concern was genuine, of course, why would it be otherwise. "I do not wish to speak with him a-gain, Colonel Carter."
She couldn't help but laugh at his discomfort with the situation, "The next time he calls tell him that I'm not here and that even I was I wouldn't speak with him. You can also tell him never to call again and any add ins that you would like. Doesn't really matter to me, if you want to be threatening, go right ahead."
"As you wish, Colonel Carter." He had said, then she went back to her conversation with Daniel, who had teased her about the entire situation.
She was surprised when the sky began to lighten up and she could see the sun peak over the horizon line. How long had she been sitting out there? It must have been after 2 when she first went onto the back porch; it had to be around 6 at the moment. It didn't seem like four hours, she must have been lost in her thoughts. There were a great many things plaguing her mind, some good and some not so much. More of the latter than the former.
When she made her way into the kitchen there was a light in the hallway on, Jack must have waken up already. She started a pot of coffee and let the aroma fill the air, keeping her awake. It was useless, however, and by the time the coffee was finished she was curled up on the sofa, quietly dozing, a light blanket draped over her legs and stomach.
It was bright by the time she began to wake, the sun had peaked through the windows and was beating down on her, warming her skin. She yawned and stretched out her arms, still lying on the couch. Lazily she pushed the blanket off of her legs and slid off of the couch, her feet hitting the soft, squishy carpet. Yawning again she walked out of the house and onto the back deck, not surprisingly Jack was sitting in the same chair he had sat in the two days prior, fishing. He turned when he heard the screen door shut and smiled at her.
"Good afternoon," he called out, motioning her to come closer.
She smiled sheepishly, "I didn't actually go to bed until this morning, so it's not that bad." She sat next to his chair on the dock and slid her feet into the water. "How long have you been awake?"
"Since around six, been fishing ever since."
"Yeah?" She looked up at him, squinting at the bright sun; "You catch anything yet?"
He smiled, "Ha, ha." He said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I was thinking about going into town today, you up for it?"
"What's in town?" She asked, kicking her feet back in forth in the cool water.
He shrugged, "Just some stores, a nice café, just something different to do. I figured maybe you'd like to shop, do the girly thing."
She raised her eyebrows, "'The girly thing?' And, what exactly would that be?"
"You know," he said, shrugging once again, "shopping for clothes, shoes, purses."
She smiled, "I could use a new purse..."
"Ah ha," he said, lying his fishing pole on the dock next to his chair. "See, I was right."
"Ok, so? When are we going to go?"
"As soon as you get ready, I guess." He stood from his chair and began to walk back to the house. She pulled her legs out of the water and followed him.
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Jack's truck pulled into a parking space in front of a café called Adeline's. It was a cute little place, with metal tables and chairs outside and wooden ones in. "I figured you'd want to eat first," he explained as he held the door to the shop open, allowing her to pass and enter first. "That way you can walk off the calories."
She smiled and they stood in line behind a couple with a young, blonde boy. He smiled up at Jack, who waved back at him. The little boy giggled and clung to the leg of a woman Sam assumed was his mother, still beaming at the two strangers behind him. The mother turned to see what her son was grinning at and smiled politely at the two before turning back around to order.
When it was their turn to order Sam got a ham sandwich and Jack got a roast beef sandwich. They chose to eat outside, since the weather was nice, only about 75 degrees with a few clouds littering the sky. While they ate they shared an idle conversation, talking about some of Jack's memories, the better ones. By the time they were finished with lunch Sam was smiling at one of his many jokes, which happened to be not funny at all. Somehow, though, she couldn't help herself. Maybe it was the enthusiasm with which he told them that caused a smile to tug at the corners of her lips, maybe it was just because she wanted him to think he was funny; otherwise he would just feel like an idiot. No matter what, in the end, she always smiled.
They walked from store to store, window shopping mostly. Somewhere after the Bath and Body Works that she made him stop at their hands had become intertwined, much like the other night when they had been walking around the lake. Again, neither acknowledged the fact as soon as they realized it, instead kept walking and shopping. When they went into the next store they let go of each others hands but his hand found its way to the small of her back, she shivered at the touch. Thankfully, he didn't seem to notice.
It had begun to get dark by the time they made it back to Jack's truck. She had succeeded in buying some new lotion as well as the body wash that went with it, the fragrance was black raspberry vanilla. She had also found a pair of jeans on sale, a purse, and a pair of sandals. Jack, on the other hand, bought a hockey jersey and that was it.
"How about a movie?" He asked as he threw his bag in the back of his truck. "There's an old drive-in theater not too far from here."
"Sure," she said, doing the same with her bags. "What's out?"
He shrugged, "I guess we'll wait and see."
It took ten minutes to get to the theater, which had a total of three other cars in front of its huge screen. From what Sam could tell two of the cars belonged to young couple, and the other had an older, gray-haired couple in it. She guessed there must be some sort of classic coming on, so they ventured out to see it.
They paid to get in and he parked his truck away from the other cars, then rummaged around through the back seat. "Ah ha!" He cried, pulling a blanket out, "I knew I had one back here."
"Jack," she said getting out of the truck, "what movie is playing?"
He smiled at her and got out of the truck, then spread the blanket out on the ground. "Just wait and see."
She sat next to him on the blanket, pulling on the jacket that she had brought with her. As the night plunged into darkness the screen turned on. She was surprised to find out she had been correct, by the beginning titles she could tell it was an older movie. When the credits began to start she gasped. How did he know?
She looked over at him, a smile was dancing in his eyes. "Jack?" She asked, "Who told you?"
The smile traveled from his eyes and a wide grin spread across his face, he shrugged. "Just a little birdy."
"It was Daniel, wasn't it? How did he know? The only person who knows this is my favorite movie is..." she trailed off, ending her sentence short. He seemed to understand who she was talking about.
He shook his head, "Not him."
"Well, who?"
"Dad told me, God it must have been four years ago. It's always been one of my favorites, so I remembered."
"Really?" She was shocked to say the least, "You like 'Singing in the Rain'."
"It's a classic, I love the classics."
"I never figured you the classical type, especially since your favorite television show is 'The Simpson's'."
He shrugged, "I'm a complex guy."
The movie began and she turned her attention towards the big screen. It was beginning to get chilly; she was starting to wish she had brought a heavier jacket along. She shivered and pulled the jacket tighter across her chest, but it didn't warm her any. Jack must have noticed her shiver because he scooted closer and wrapped an arm around her shoulders; she leaned into him and instantly began to warm. Leaning her head against his chest they watched the movie in silence.
When it was over she sheepishly pulled away, standing up. They got their things together and then headed back for the cabin. It was a 20-25 minute drive, which left time to talk, although Sam wasn't sure the topic she had in mind was the brightest thing to bring up. Nonetheless, she told herself, it needs to be discussed.
So, when they had been driving for about five minutes she turned the radio off, unbuckled her seatbelt, and turned to face him. "Jack..." she began, "we need to talk."
XXXX A/N: Ok, so... there's the next chapter. Tell me what'cha think about it, all right? I love feedback (especially the good kind)
Chapter: Twelve
Summary: Jack and Sam spend the day in town, Sam confronts Jack about the night before.
Disclaimer: Uh, not mine?
Authors Note: UGH! I believe that computers were the devils doing! Damned things, they're so frustrating. Anyway, on top of computer problems I was out of the state this past weekend, so yeah, I'm starting on the next chapter a couple days later than I should have. Well, anyway, here it goes.
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Sam slumped down on the couch, grunting. It had been roughly an hour since he had gone to sleep, but for the life of her she just wasn't tired, at all. And, no matter how hard she tried, sleep was fleeting. Not that she minded, she could use the time, she had a lot of thinking to do.
God, why is he so damn stubborn?, she thought, burrowing her face in one of the sofa's pillows. He hadn't mentioned what had happened before Daniel called, and she got the impression that he wouldn't be anytime soon. Which confused her to no end, because she was usually the one pretending like nothing had happened. Damn his ego.
She wasn't sure what time it was, nor did she care. It was pitch black when she stepped out on the back porch, so she knew it had to be late. She could see a faint light coming from the room that Jack was sleeping in, he must have forgotten to turn something off. She settled into one of the lawn chairs and turned her gaze upward at the vast, velvety darkness of the sky. She found herself missing it back at the SGC and was beginning to long to go on a mission, any mission. Staying here, vacationing, was driving her nuts.
The frustration of the day came crashing down and she no longer longed for the feeling going off world gave her. Instead, she longed to talk with him about what had happened, to make sense of what was going on. She wanted to know why he had been ignoring the situation; it wasn't like him at all.
She had called Daniel back, not long after Jack had gone to sleep. Apparently, the 'Gate was up and running again, and had been ever since Siler got off of the phone with her. One of the first things out of his mouth was "when are you coming back?", Sam just laughed and said that no matter what, she was always a phone call away. It seemed to make Daniel feel a little more comforted. Then, he put Teal'c on the phone, he had something to talk with her about.
"Colonel Carter, I have information about Peter Shannahan."
"Oh?" She asked, she wasn't sure she wanted to know. "What about him?"
"He has attempted to reach you at the SGC on more than one occasion. What would you have me say to him?" His concern was genuine, of course, why would it be otherwise. "I do not wish to speak with him a-gain, Colonel Carter."
She couldn't help but laugh at his discomfort with the situation, "The next time he calls tell him that I'm not here and that even I was I wouldn't speak with him. You can also tell him never to call again and any add ins that you would like. Doesn't really matter to me, if you want to be threatening, go right ahead."
"As you wish, Colonel Carter." He had said, then she went back to her conversation with Daniel, who had teased her about the entire situation.
She was surprised when the sky began to lighten up and she could see the sun peak over the horizon line. How long had she been sitting out there? It must have been after 2 when she first went onto the back porch; it had to be around 6 at the moment. It didn't seem like four hours, she must have been lost in her thoughts. There were a great many things plaguing her mind, some good and some not so much. More of the latter than the former.
When she made her way into the kitchen there was a light in the hallway on, Jack must have waken up already. She started a pot of coffee and let the aroma fill the air, keeping her awake. It was useless, however, and by the time the coffee was finished she was curled up on the sofa, quietly dozing, a light blanket draped over her legs and stomach.
It was bright by the time she began to wake, the sun had peaked through the windows and was beating down on her, warming her skin. She yawned and stretched out her arms, still lying on the couch. Lazily she pushed the blanket off of her legs and slid off of the couch, her feet hitting the soft, squishy carpet. Yawning again she walked out of the house and onto the back deck, not surprisingly Jack was sitting in the same chair he had sat in the two days prior, fishing. He turned when he heard the screen door shut and smiled at her.
"Good afternoon," he called out, motioning her to come closer.
She smiled sheepishly, "I didn't actually go to bed until this morning, so it's not that bad." She sat next to his chair on the dock and slid her feet into the water. "How long have you been awake?"
"Since around six, been fishing ever since."
"Yeah?" She looked up at him, squinting at the bright sun; "You catch anything yet?"
He smiled, "Ha, ha." He said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I was thinking about going into town today, you up for it?"
"What's in town?" She asked, kicking her feet back in forth in the cool water.
He shrugged, "Just some stores, a nice café, just something different to do. I figured maybe you'd like to shop, do the girly thing."
She raised her eyebrows, "'The girly thing?' And, what exactly would that be?"
"You know," he said, shrugging once again, "shopping for clothes, shoes, purses."
She smiled, "I could use a new purse..."
"Ah ha," he said, lying his fishing pole on the dock next to his chair. "See, I was right."
"Ok, so? When are we going to go?"
"As soon as you get ready, I guess." He stood from his chair and began to walk back to the house. She pulled her legs out of the water and followed him.
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Jack's truck pulled into a parking space in front of a café called Adeline's. It was a cute little place, with metal tables and chairs outside and wooden ones in. "I figured you'd want to eat first," he explained as he held the door to the shop open, allowing her to pass and enter first. "That way you can walk off the calories."
She smiled and they stood in line behind a couple with a young, blonde boy. He smiled up at Jack, who waved back at him. The little boy giggled and clung to the leg of a woman Sam assumed was his mother, still beaming at the two strangers behind him. The mother turned to see what her son was grinning at and smiled politely at the two before turning back around to order.
When it was their turn to order Sam got a ham sandwich and Jack got a roast beef sandwich. They chose to eat outside, since the weather was nice, only about 75 degrees with a few clouds littering the sky. While they ate they shared an idle conversation, talking about some of Jack's memories, the better ones. By the time they were finished with lunch Sam was smiling at one of his many jokes, which happened to be not funny at all. Somehow, though, she couldn't help herself. Maybe it was the enthusiasm with which he told them that caused a smile to tug at the corners of her lips, maybe it was just because she wanted him to think he was funny; otherwise he would just feel like an idiot. No matter what, in the end, she always smiled.
They walked from store to store, window shopping mostly. Somewhere after the Bath and Body Works that she made him stop at their hands had become intertwined, much like the other night when they had been walking around the lake. Again, neither acknowledged the fact as soon as they realized it, instead kept walking and shopping. When they went into the next store they let go of each others hands but his hand found its way to the small of her back, she shivered at the touch. Thankfully, he didn't seem to notice.
It had begun to get dark by the time they made it back to Jack's truck. She had succeeded in buying some new lotion as well as the body wash that went with it, the fragrance was black raspberry vanilla. She had also found a pair of jeans on sale, a purse, and a pair of sandals. Jack, on the other hand, bought a hockey jersey and that was it.
"How about a movie?" He asked as he threw his bag in the back of his truck. "There's an old drive-in theater not too far from here."
"Sure," she said, doing the same with her bags. "What's out?"
He shrugged, "I guess we'll wait and see."
It took ten minutes to get to the theater, which had a total of three other cars in front of its huge screen. From what Sam could tell two of the cars belonged to young couple, and the other had an older, gray-haired couple in it. She guessed there must be some sort of classic coming on, so they ventured out to see it.
They paid to get in and he parked his truck away from the other cars, then rummaged around through the back seat. "Ah ha!" He cried, pulling a blanket out, "I knew I had one back here."
"Jack," she said getting out of the truck, "what movie is playing?"
He smiled at her and got out of the truck, then spread the blanket out on the ground. "Just wait and see."
She sat next to him on the blanket, pulling on the jacket that she had brought with her. As the night plunged into darkness the screen turned on. She was surprised to find out she had been correct, by the beginning titles she could tell it was an older movie. When the credits began to start she gasped. How did he know?
She looked over at him, a smile was dancing in his eyes. "Jack?" She asked, "Who told you?"
The smile traveled from his eyes and a wide grin spread across his face, he shrugged. "Just a little birdy."
"It was Daniel, wasn't it? How did he know? The only person who knows this is my favorite movie is..." she trailed off, ending her sentence short. He seemed to understand who she was talking about.
He shook his head, "Not him."
"Well, who?"
"Dad told me, God it must have been four years ago. It's always been one of my favorites, so I remembered."
"Really?" She was shocked to say the least, "You like 'Singing in the Rain'."
"It's a classic, I love the classics."
"I never figured you the classical type, especially since your favorite television show is 'The Simpson's'."
He shrugged, "I'm a complex guy."
The movie began and she turned her attention towards the big screen. It was beginning to get chilly; she was starting to wish she had brought a heavier jacket along. She shivered and pulled the jacket tighter across her chest, but it didn't warm her any. Jack must have noticed her shiver because he scooted closer and wrapped an arm around her shoulders; she leaned into him and instantly began to warm. Leaning her head against his chest they watched the movie in silence.
When it was over she sheepishly pulled away, standing up. They got their things together and then headed back for the cabin. It was a 20-25 minute drive, which left time to talk, although Sam wasn't sure the topic she had in mind was the brightest thing to bring up. Nonetheless, she told herself, it needs to be discussed.
So, when they had been driving for about five minutes she turned the radio off, unbuckled her seatbelt, and turned to face him. "Jack..." she began, "we need to talk."
XXXX A/N: Ok, so... there's the next chapter. Tell me what'cha think about it, all right? I love feedback (especially the good kind)