Chapter Three

Author: roseofthegate

Disclaimer: I don't own a StarGate, StarGate SG-1, or…hey isn't this getting to be routine? Legal questions? See Chapters One and Two or maybe…I'll find a lawyer in my black hole of a room…hmmm…that has possibilities…

A/N: I am sorry it took so long for me to update.My great-grandmadied and I didn't have time totype up this chapter. It's beenwritten for almost a month now, so...There was a great deal of controversial response from the last chapter. I'm glad to know that so many people have so many different opinions. I'll be answering reviews in my bio, so CHECK! Another reason to check the bio is that I posted an amusing conversation between my father and I. Go read it and see what I have to live with! Thanks to my AWESOME betas, AndromedaBlack-thelesserknown and Eruannelaviriel!

Pete's Point of View

When I came home from the bar after my wife and my fight, she was gone. The bitch left me! Well, maybe it's a little early to assume that, but how DARE she! She probably went running to her precious CO at her precious SGC! If she didn't come back home by tomorrow night, I'd go get. She can't just escape by running away. We're married for Christ's sake! She has an obligation to me!

Next day, 18.00, SGC

I drove up to the lot in which the SGC personnel park their vehicles. I could see Sam's Volvo parked in its place, so I knew she was here. I drove to the guard's checkpoint. They recognized me immediately. Before I could speak, one said, "Sir, you're not authorized to enter this area."

"Why the hell not?" I shot back. "I need to see my wife."

"General O'Neill's orders, Mr. Shanahan. Your wife has no desire to see you right now after what she's been through."

"WHAT!" I exploded. "The bitch told?"

I noticed a slightly curveous auburn in USAF dress blues marching to the guard post as fast as she could in those three inch, maybe four-inch heels she was wearing. It was Major Cornnett, Sam's friend who hosted our wedding. She stepped into the post and saw me. Her eyes narrowed as she did and she asked the guards, "Is there a problem here, gentlemen?"

The SF straightened and answered, "Ma'am, Mr. Shanahan wishes to enter the base to speak to his wife."

"I'll handle this," she said and turned to me. "Mr. Shanahan, you are no longer welcome on this base under any circumstances, mainly because of your actions against Lieutenant Colonel Carter. She is currently in the Infirmary having her injuries tended to. She will be seeking a divorce and I'll be around to collect her personal belongings, soon, I'm sure."

"You can't do this!" I sputtered.

"Well, guess what?" she leaned down, putting her face close to mine, "I have. Actually, General O'Neill did, on my recommendation. You could call the Colonel, but she has no desire to speak to you. You'll probably be contacted by her attorney soon enough."

"You still can't do this, you bitch! She's my wife!"

"She's your soon to be ex-wife. I suggest you leave now, before you anger me any further." Her voice was dangerously calm. I called her a string of names thatI wouldn't have dared to in my right mind, and drove away. Damn Samantha Carter! Damn O'Neill and that pert little bitch, Cornnett! Damn the conspiracy of people in this world out to get me! Damn them all to the flames of bloody hell!

Allison's Point of View

When that son of a bitch finally drove away, I left the guard station. General O'Neill had suspected that he would come and he'd wanted me to deal with it. I was running a little behind and when the SFs spotted Shanahan's car approaching, they phoned me because I hadn't arrived yet. Luckily I was on my way, so it didn't take me too long to arrive at the checkpoint. He was a pain in the ass, seriously. I will give this to him, though. I'll probably never be called a bitch and/or whore in so many ways ever again!

I strolled back to the SGC to report to General O'Neill. He'd asked me to report after I'd dealt with Shanahan. He also wanted an update on how Sam's divorce was coming along. I stepped out of the elevator and went to his door and knocked softly as I always do. I've never been able to pound on doors like the world's ending. Mother taught me that. Well, he called for me to come in as he was finishing typing something on his laptop. He finished, closed it, and looked at me expectantly.

"Mr. Shanahan will not be returning for some time, sir."

"Now, Major," the general began and he motioned for me to take a seat, "you didn't go hurt his feelings, now did you?"

"Hurt his feelings, sir? Actually, I think he tried to hurt mine." O'Neill raised his eyebrows in surprise and I continued. "Let's just say that when I told him about his impending divorce, he got just a wee bit upset."

"Upset?" the general inquired.

"Yes, sir. He called me every obscene name he could think of and he blamed me for his divorce. Well, he insinuated that I ruined his marriage. But, ya know, sir? I think the 'funniest' part is going to be collecting Sam's belongings."

"Well…" he looked pensive. "My divorce was never this messy…or complicated. Sara and I just went our separate ways and let our lawyers take care of all the legal verb-age."

I nodded sympathetically, but I really didn't know anything personal about the pain of divorce! Hell, I've never been married! We discussed the base, several personnel, and other tangent topics before I bade the general good night and headed back to my office to catch up on the work I'd missed while dealing with a certain pain in the ass.

Daniel found me at about 21.30 hours. "Hey, Ali," he greeted me from my office's doorway. I looked up, startled from my working mindset. When I saw who it was, I smiled. Daniel hadn't been letting me pull all night-ers since just before we started dating. He'd kill me if he knew how much extra I'd worked after he'd ascended. Honestly, work was what kept me from going 'bonzo', as the general would probably put it.

Daniel was already changed into his civilian clothing and was obviously there to stop my attempt at an all night-er. I looked at him pleadingly—he hadn't said a word yet—and then submitted. "I'll meet you topside in 15 minutes, okay?" He nodded and kissed me as I passed him to go change.

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