AN: Thanks for the reviews all and special thanks to Casper for pointing out the mistakes about the USAF, I have updated the chapter with the correction. I am trying to get as many of the facts right as I can but unfortunately I'm only human (some would argue). If you see a mistake please, Email me or put it in a review to humiliate me . I don't mind as long as I can change it so it's accurate. So once again thanks for point that out Casper and everyone else don't hit me too hard with the corrections. Enjoy Chapter 8!
Jack walked at a slow pace through the US command Centre. He had one final briefing with Hammond before he was to be shipped out. He was taking the long route around command, he would be a few minutes late but he knew the General wouldn't mind, his dislike for this mission more than warranted him being a few minutes late.
'Well this should be fun, drop behind enemy lines and get help from the French of all people to take out some guy' Jack thinks as he walks the busy corridors, he rounds a corner, a certain person catching his eye 'That isn't? What is she doing here! Is she stupid'
"You Private, wait there!" Jack shouts as he hurries down the corridor to her. Slipping past a General and his aide, he notices the general is looking at both Sam and him oddly.
"What are you doing here Private?" Jack barks hoping to draw attention to him and away from Sam
"Nothing Sir" Sam replies her voice muffled
"Follow me we will have to talk with your CO about this"
Both Jack and Sam walk down the corridor away from the General, and exit though a side door leading onto an alley.
"Sam what the hell were you thinking?"
"I was just walking"
"Into a 2 Start General"
"I didn't see him! And Sir I cannot thank you enough that man was my father!"
"What!"
"I didn't know he was stationed here"
"He was looking at you like he knew"
"I felt him watching me, I don't know if he does or not but he is defiantly suspicious"
After a short pause Sam looking at her would be saviour with curious eyes
"How did you know it was me?"
"I dunno, I just turned the corner and saw a young private with blonde curls sticking out of the back of their hat and crystal clear blue eyes"
Sam smiled back at her CO; she found his obvious discomfort cute.
"Thank you sir" She leaned forward on tip-toes and kissed him on the cheek then hurried away leaving Jack in total shock.
'Shit, Shit, Shit' Inside Daniel's head he was screaming, she would be here any minute, how had time gone by so fast.
He scrambled around his apartment, he had set the table, and had a lousy excuse for a meal prepared he hoped she would like it. He felt selfish he was stressing over seeing Janet and Jack was going away to god knows where.
A quiet knock on the door interrupted his thoughts, his heart in his throat, his stomach imitating the circus acrobats. "Here goes" Daniel mutters.
He walks over to the door and opens it to find a smiling Janet waiting on the other side. Daniel is stood still for a few seconds taking in the view; Janet was wearing a loose fitting light blue blouse with a long flowing skirt.
"You want to have dinner in the corridor?"
"Oh no, sorry, come on in" Daniel stepped aside to let her enter, gesturing his arm towards the living room.
Janet walked in and grinned to herself after she passed round the corner, her attire had provoked the reaction she wanted.
Daniel hurried in to the living room, "have a seat" he gestured towards the table, walking behind her and politely pulled her chair out for her.
"Thanks Daniel"
"I'll just go get the food" Daniel hurried away to the kitchen.
"You leave immediately, but there has been a slight change of plans. A member of the French resistance who is over here to brief the British will be going with you to assist with your insertion"
"I figured as much"
"Colonel" The Generals stern voice echoing around the small office
"Sorry sir"
"No Jack" Hammond let out a sigh "I'm sorry I wish I didn't have to send you on this mission"
"I know sir"
"You better get going, there is a car waiting outside for you with all the gear you will need. It will take you to meet the French contact and then on to the air field"
"Yes sir"
Jack snapped to attention, saluting his commander. Hammond returned the Salute
"God speed Jack" Hammond said as Jack turned and left the office
Sam was sitting staring at her dirnk she had chosen to go to a bar to give Janet and Daniel sometime alone together, She was sat in the far corner away from the crowds, she didn't feel like socialising much tonight. She had chosen to go a long flowing dress. She may be in the army now but she could still enjoy the simple pleasures of being female. Plus if she was caught in her uniform it would ruin everything, so while she was here she would adopt the alias of an American nurse in training. Her basic first aid training would suffice should she have to prove an accurate cover.
"Excuse me is this seat taken?"
'Oh here we go another smoothy' Sam though as she looked up from her drink. She was greeted with sight of a man in his early 30's, attractive, he looked like a gentleman.
"No" Sam gestured to the empty seat opposite.
"Sorry to disturb you but I hate the crowds and I thought you may provide more thrilling conversation then the brutes at the bar" The man point over his shoulder to a group of army soldiers drinking and shouting loudly
Sam couldn't help but smile, this man seemed pleasant and much more sophisticated then 'brutes at the bar'
"May I ask you name?" The man asked very politely
"Samantha but you can call me Sam"
"Why would you wish to shorten should a beautiful name"
Sam found her blushing at the mans comment.
"And yours?"
"You may call me Narim"
Sam tilted her head curiously "Narim?"
"I am with the Swiss Consulate"
"Ahh the ever neutral Swiss"
Narim shook his head slowly as he spoke "I do not wish to discuss politics tonight"
"What do you wish to discuss Narim of the Swiss?" Sam leaning forward in order to gain more control over the conversation
"Anything you wish Samantha?" Narim leaned forward equally accepting her challenge
"How long has it been since we spent a time like this together Daniel?"
"Too long" Danie replied softly
"I was quite surprised to see you in my hospital"
"I know sorry about that"
"So when did the army allow woman in the combat ranks?"
Daniel lowered his head in defeat, he knew this was coming
"I'm sorry Janet, I didn't want to bring her to you but you are the only person I trust"
"So Jack doesn't know?"
"Oh he knows, She knocked him on his back"
"What?"
"Yep he was telling her he was going to send her home where she belongs and she knocked him down"
"I would have loved to see that"
"I treasure the memory" Daniel smiled fondly at just that.
"You like her, don't you" Janet asked quietly hoping the words would disappear before they reached his ears
"Sam?"
Janet looked up from her plate, meeting his eyes
"Its complicated, I admire her a lot. I have never known anyone to do the type of things she has done but I don't think it's like that, not like I care for other people"
Daniel held eye contact not wanting to break this spell of honesty which has been cast over him.
"I've wanted to bring this up for a long time Janet, but it never felt right. What with Sha're, then our involvement in this war, I felt wrong to bring all this up"
"Daniel you don't have to…"
"Yes I do, you know I do"
"Daniel I don't think I could…"
"I'll come back" Janet's eyes filled up as he spoke "I promise" his hand reached across the table to hold her "I will come back" Daniel's words soaked in, she knew he would never lie to her. He told her she would come back and she believed him.
Jack sat in the back of a small car driving along the small country lanes.
He was busy reading a file on this French contact. He had no idea what all the arrangements were; he was being kept in the dark about arrangement this side. Once he was over in France the arrangements were his to make. This contact had been a long serving member in the resistance and by all account a brave son of a bitch.
The organisation was interesting enough, Jack was trying to familiarise himself with how it worked. Most people wouldn't guess but Jack knew a thing or two about politics, enough to know that they affected everything, even a resistance movement. Each member had a code name, which they were called in situation where it was possible they could be identified as a resistance member, they then used their given name when it was safe. A good morale tool to allow them to separate themselves from their roles in the resistance.
"Why are we slowing?" Jack asked the driver
"We are picking up the French contact" The driver replied bluntly.
"Here?" Just as Jack finished speaking the door next to him opened and a man slid in next to him.
Jack turned to look at his 'contact' that was looking right back at him.
"Jack O'Neill" Jack offered his hand
"Martouf" He accepted Jacks hand "Codename Lantash"
The car started off down the country lanes towards the air field. The mission had begun.
AN: Love it? Hate it? Want me to keep going? You lot decide, It's your story, I'm just writing it.