A/N: Hey sorry about the late update. Life got in the way. I plan to update 'The Ring' tommorw. So don't worry your pretty little heads about that. And I have some great news! I decided to change My host for the series site. It's located under: my home page link in my User profile. Thank you so much for the nice reviews. You don't know how much they mean to me. Oh BTW, Sam and Mel are going to meet VERY soon. So stayed tune!

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Chapter Eight: A interlude of sorts

On P2L-131 Dr. Daniel Jackson was beginning to really love his vacation! He wasn't on some great wide beach, but in the desert. A place that was familiar to him, as breathing. He lived for the dry air, and the desert heat. It was home. Daniel was born in Egypt, which was the result of him being the sons of archaeologists. He looked around, and found a great Mayan ziggurat that was the temple for a Gouald that was impersonating the Mayan God Quetzalcoatl. He was in archaeologist heaven, and he spent the days, swifting going through artificats, and while he tried to translate the walls that were filled with cuneiform writings. Everything was going okay, intill he accidentally fell down a large pit, where consequentially the worshipers of Quetzalcoatl, liked to throw away their human scarf ices in. So for the next two hours Daniel laid unconscious in pit of human skeletons. Joy. The young archaeologist, anthropologist, and linguist was rescued sometime later by the Capt. Willis & Lt. Augers.

So his fun filled vacation's trying to decipher the ancient secrets of the people P2l-131 was cut short, by a trip to the infirmary, and a broken ankle! However when Daniel finally woke up, the first thing he noticed was a pair feminine brown eyes staring at him that could only belong to a one Dr. Janet Frasier. That made him realize that he was indeed in the infirmary on base. Shit! Jack will never let him hear the end of this if this ever got out!

"Daniel, only you could hurt yourself on a facile planet." said the petite doctor as she shook her head in disdain. What could Daniel say in response to that? He couldn't blame Jack, or the rest of his team. He had to face facts. He was infarct a klutz.

The only thing he could do was shrug his shoulders in response to that truthful statement,

" So you have: two broken ribs, a twisted ankle, and a concussion. I have to say this going to be a record for you." she wryly .

Daniel wished he could roll his eyes, but he didn't want to tempt his friend into giving her famous shots, with her big needles, that made even a big strong marine whimper and cry for Mommy.

"When can I leave the infirmary and get back to work?" he asked. He knew from her list of his injuries that they're where going to be a long time before he could even entertain the thought of going back to P2L-131, but an workaholic can dream can't he?

" Don't even think about Daniel! You're going to be off your feet for at least six weeks, and even then you're going to be on light duty intill those ribs are completely healed."

"Oh, c'mon Janet, six weeks is a little extreme don't you think?" he tried to give her the puppy dog eyes, but she had built up a immunity to it long ago, so she wasn't buying it. She gave her ever pointed glare that broke for no arguments. And in that moment he knew his hopes for a short infirmary stay was sunk.

"Daniel, don't make it a two months okay?" she threaten.

"Yes, Ma'am!" he mocked saluted at her. And all she could do was roll her eyes at the man. He was differently spending a little too much time with the Colonel.

"Can get Sam to bring my Laptop at least?" he asked as he pleaded with his gorgeous blue eyes.

"Actually Sam isn't here."

Daniel blinked. Okay it was like, he looked at his watch-1030- and she wasn't here on base? Uh..something is not right here! Sam was much as a workaholic as he was. And she wouldn't leave the base unless--

"Did Jack ban her from the base again?"

"Yep, and you know what? She actually took an actual vacation. "

Daniel mouth was hanging down to the floor. His eyes bugged out underneath his glasses. As he looked at Janet throughly for any sign that she was joking. Apparently she wasn't from the look on her face.

" She decided to take a trip on her bike, the last time I heard from her she was in Witchta."

"Kansas?"

" Yep. "

" Wow. I mean Wow. I never knew Sam to take an actual vacation before."

" I know. Cassie was shocked, and a little hurt that she didn't spend the rest of her vacation with her, but she understands that sitting around the house all day would drive any one crazy. Especially her since she always have to be so active. "

He nodded in understanding. Before he switched back to the conversation at hand. "Um...er...Okay, so she's not here, but can you please get somebody to pick up my laptop. I promise to be good." he said as his eyes twinkled. If she didn't know better she would think he was flirting with her. She rolled her eyes again, and called a Becky Rush over and asked if she could pick up Daniel's laptop

" I want you to get some rest, and I'll check on you later." ordered Janet. Daniel smiled at her, and shooed her out the room. Then as he laid back in the bed, and couldn't help but smile at the thought of Sam taking an actual vacation. She deserved it. And besides the rest of the world could wait for at least a little while...

XOXO

Sam was glad she packed her bikini, because she was in differently need of it. She was at her hotel in Cedar Rapids. Dress to kill in her mini black bikini that she bought on her a bet with Janet a couple years back. Today she was a far cry from the straight lace Major, and instead, she was the sexy, and exhilarating Samantha. She grinned to herself as she watched heads turn as she strode over to the swimming pool that was apart of hotel package at the local Holiday Inn. She looked around the medium size pool and found a spot in the corner of the fence in area. She dropped her bag, laid out her beach towel and kicked back on the chair as she let the sun tan her cream colored skin.

And for a while she just sat there, not really looking, not really paying attention as time passed around her. Yet It was some time later when she felt a pair of eyes on her. She wasn't really alarmed, the bikini that she was wearing was made to catch a man's attention. After ten minutes of the constant feeling of being watched she couldn't help but try to find the person observing. Her gaze went to person to person each seemed to be occupied with their friends, or love ones around the pool. All expect one. He was a young man, no more than 17 staring at her from across the pool. He had dark hair, and dark eyes, and tall. Really, really tall.

She chuckled to herself and then she surprised herself by waving the boy. The boy a question, quickly averted his face in enough time to cover his blush. Then all of sudden another man walked over to him. He was much older, around the age of Gen. Hammond. He had gray hair and a matching set of brown eyes. The man started talking to the boy, and for a second the boy's eyes caught her gaze. And the other man quickly followed the young man gaze to her.

Which made her blush in turn.

The man and the boy abruptly finished the conversation and started to walk around the pool to her. And for a second she was nervous. She didn't quite know what was going on, and these people were strangers decided that her only option was to wait and see what was going on. And besides she didn't want to cause any trouble.

It didn't take long for them to get to her.

"I'm sorry ma'am, but I wanted to apologize at my son's rude behavior." said the older man.

"No, you don't have to apologize. I can't assure he wasn't being rude, besides I can't blame him looking with this get up I'm wearing." she admitted with a blush on her fair skin.

He chuckled at her. " Well I want him to apologize anyway, maybe it teach not to stare anymore. James..." he prompted.

"I'm sorry ma'am." James said sheepishly. She couldn't help but giggle at the young boy. He was obviously embrassed at being caught ogling her.

"That's okay, really. And don't call me Ma'am it makes me feel old. The name is Sam." she stuck out her hand to the boy, and he took her hand happliey with a smile on his face as he shook her hand.

" James, and this is my father Charles."

"Hello." she said as she smiled at the older man.

"Hi, nice to meet you, Sam."

"Likewise."

" Will as much as I would like to stay here and chat with you, we should go, before we miss our plane."

Sam smiled at the boy, and his father. " Well it was nice to meet you, both." Charles and James shared a look that she couldn't quite decipher, before they repeat their apologies and left. She couldn't quite shake the feeling that she would indeed she those two again. She didn't know where it came from, but she learned from past experiences that anything was possible.