August 25, 1995 (Two weeks later)
Sam walked into General West's office looking slightly disheveled. Last night had been another sleepless night filled with worry and speculation. It had been two weeks since she'd heard from Daniel. He had been evicted from his apartment, his grants had run out, and he had been in a depressed state after his ill-fated lecture. All evidence pointed to suicide.
She knocked on the office door and General West motioned for her to enter. "Captain Carter, please…have a seat."
She did so and the General sat back down. "We've sent a team through the Stargate."
"The Stargate?" She asked, confused.
"The device that your team has been studying."
She raised an eyebrow. "All due respect, sir, that's impossible."
"I was there when they left, Captain. It's about as impossible as walking on the moon."
She started fuming inside. "If I may ask, SIR, why wasn't I informed?"
"Because it wasn't YOUR work that made it functional, Captain."
It was as if he had slapped her. Two years of hard work, and she was being stripped not only of her right to go through the very device she had been studying so hard, but she was being discredited for its functionality as well?
"Yes, sir." She said, slightly civilly.
"Well, that's all, Captain. You're on leave until we figure out what the Pentagon wants to do with the Program. You're dismissed."
She tried not to be sarcastic or show her frustration with the words he expected to hear. "Thank you, sir."
Then, she turned on her heel and left.