Thanks for the feedback. Amazing what being bored at work can do for one's writing. This one was, however, done on my own time. I'm not actually as lazy as I make out!
Several months after the previous part. Jack has been in DC for a while now and Sam has just come back to the SGC. Set probably between Beachhead and Ex Deus Machina. However, S9 doesn't premier on this side of the pond till next month so if I've got things wrong, I do apologize. Hope you enjoy the story, anyway!
The A To Z Of Sam Carter
"Hey, Daniel," Sam said, smiling as her friend wandered into the lab. It was good to be back, she decided, although she'd enjoyed Area 51 a great deal.
"Hey, Sam," he replied. "You know; when I was helping Jack clear out his office, I found something in his bottom drawer."
Sam shrugged. That was hardly a surprise. General O'Neill had been a great CO — even if he didn't believe that — but his desk tended to be a war zone. "And …?" she asked.
"Something I don't think General Landry should see, or any other military types," Daniel said. "At least we'll know it was just something Jack did because … it's Jack."
"Daniel …," Sam said in her most threatening tone.
Daniel handed her the envelope, then stuffed his hands into his pockets. "Well … enjoy," he said. "And Sam?"
"Yeah," Sam mumbled as she powered up her lap top.
"You know where to find me if you want to talk."
"Okay." Sam was bemused, but Daniel could be very strange at times. "Thanks, Daniel."
She wasn't sure why, but she waited till she got home that night before opening the envelope Daniel had given her. Several large sheets of paper fell out, containing various Jack doodles from countless briefings.
Trees, dogs, a Death Glider … her eyes widened at the perfectly reproduced ZPM … stars … Homer Simpson (of course). He was actually a pretty good artist.
She put those sheets aside and took up a small scrap of paper.
A to Z of Sam:
Ass-kicking
Beautiful
Caring
Decent
Energetic
Fun
Genius
Humble
Interesting
Joyful
Kissable
Sam's breath caught at that last declaration, then she carried on reading.
Loving
Magnificent
Neat-freak
Officer of the decade material
Passionate
Quick
Respectful (even when I'm being an ass)
Sarcastic (I taught her well)
Tormented
And that was it. As if he'd run out of words on paper as easily as he could in real life. Sam was breathing in heavily now, fighting the feelings that welled up inside her. He knew her so well — just like she knew him. But was it love, or just familiarity?
She closed her eyes and decided it was time to take up some of the leave she'd stockpiled. Bite the bullet, Sam! Go talk to him.
A bit more angsty than the previous part, but considering they spent years dancing around their feelings, my muse insisted it be written this way.