Author: roseofthegate
Disclaimer: You know it; I don't own 'em and I never will!
A/N: Well, I have to say it: I'm in shock over the new season. I mean, I did know that RDA wasn't booked for that many episodes, BUT it's like Jack AND Sam have fallen off the face of the StarGate world. Honestly, Sam in Research and Development? She'd be bored stiff after two weeks! I guess I just miss SG-1. Okay, anyway, I'm writing this story WITHOUT anything from the new season. Just bear that in mind!
A big thank you to Eruannelaviriel, my beta!
Omnipotent, just over a month later
He was only like this when the drink was in him; only then. The slightly irrational thinking that appeared to be oh so logical. He picked up his cell phone and pressed the speed dial to her work phone. She would be there; that he knew for sure.
"Carter," she said automatically when she answered, obviously not expecting who the caller truly was.
"Hello, Samantha," his voice slid over the phone. She froze, mid-sentence on the notes she'd been typing. It was the voice that had once made her weak in the knees, but now it sent a cold, chilling dagger straight to her heart and chills down her spine.
"What do you want?" she asked coldly.
"I want to talk about why you left me, darling Samantha," was the reply.
She remained silent.
"You know, I've figured it out," he continued in response to her non-existent reply. "You weren't good enough for me."
"WHAT?" she sputtered.
"That's right, Samantha. You thought I was too good for you. Too good for you." Her breathing became shallow and quick as the phone fell from her hand into the cradle. She stared blankly at the computer screen before her, not seeing her work, only wondering if he was right. If that was the real reason she left him. If she truly believed that he was right and…she was so terribly wrong
Allison's Point of View,
Bridal dress shopping
"What do you think of this one?" I asked Sam as I smoothed the full-length skirt of the white halter-top wedding gown I was wearing. It was simple; the bodice had a little crystal beading around the neckline and flowed elegantly into the long skirt and train. When I didn't receive a response to my query, I turned to look at my friend. She was dressed in the deep blue satin bride's maid gown, staring off into space. "Sam?" I called quietly. She didn't respond. I carefully stepped off the raised, circular platform I'd been on and made my way to her. "Sam, honey? Are you okay?"
She looked up at me with tortured eyes. "What if he's right?"
I sat down on the chair next to her. "What if who's right?"
"Pete!" she said in anguish. "What if he's right? What if I did think that I wasn't good enough for him and left because of that?" A single, pristine tear fell off her eyelashes. I put my arm comfortingly around her shoulders.
"Do you think it's true, Samantha Carter?" I asked.
"Yes…no….I don't know, Aly! He called me last night at the complex. I think he was drunk, but…he told me that he'd figured out why I'd left, which was because I didn't think I was good enough for him. What do you think?" she finished softly.
I was silent while I processed this information. "Do you want the cold hard, unrefined way of Allison Cornnett's mind?" I asked. Sam nodded, and I continued, "I think he's just trying to belittle you; to make you think that you're second-rate and that he's doing it because he's insecure. He probably was drunk when he called you and this is most likely his way of expressing his…feelings of your being superior…probably because of your job and its importance."
We were both silent for a few minutes after I finished, then Sam cracked a smile and chuckled. "What?" I asked, also smiling.
"If anyone were to see us and know that we're having a counseling session, I'd doubt they'd believe us. Look how we're dressed!" she said, laughing again.
I joined in laughing with her. She was right. I was in the dress I was going to marry the love of my life in, and she was in her maid of honor's gown. Yeah, well, who cares? I think Sam just made a great amount of progress in healing from this relationship. It's going to be really simple once she realizes that she truly didn't do anything wrong…except marry him, but that's being rectified right now!
"So," I said as I stood up. "What do you think of this one?"
"You look gorgeous in it!" she exclaimed.
I smiled happily and Sam help me put on the small tiara and veil that came with the dress. I studied my reflection in the mirror. "You know, Sam. This is the dress…the way I dreamt I would look at my wedding." She came and stood next to me. "Do you like that dress?"
"Yeah, I do."
"You look stunning in that," I told her. "You do know that General O'Neill's going to be the best man, right?"
She nodded. "Small wedding," she commented.
"I know," I answered. "I didn't really want a huge wedding though. This one is going to be perfect!"
"I can't believe it's only in six weeks," Sam said.
I nodded. "I know, but since we didn't have to book a place to have the reception, Daniel and I could choose whenever, and we didn't want to have to wait forever."
Sam nodded and one of the boutique workers came to take our measurements and fit our dresses.
A/N: And that's all for now, folks! Please review, I love feedback! Also, there is only a chapter or two left in this story. Just an FYI!
Jenn