A/N: Okay, here's a little bit of what Sam's been up to in Memphis.
Sam puttered around the small window box she had planted to liven up her newest apartment. It was nicer than the last one, her job was better, too. Okay, so Hewlett Packard wasn't exactly the SGC, but it was nice and she was allowed to work with some of the technology she knew could have only come from some of her missions.
Pouring water over the flowers, she rested her forehead on the glass of the window. She missed her friends, her family, Jack. She wanted to go home already. Couldn't they hurry up and just get rid of that damn Goa'uld? She knew they'd come across him a few times now, she'd hacked into the mission reports, and she knew it thought she was dead, but she couldn't risk it.
A soft knock on her door brought her back to reality. She put the watering can on the counter and moved towards the door. It was getting harder for her to move quickly, and she let out a disgruntled sigh. She reached up to remove the chain on the door, but stopped momentarily.
"Charline? You okay in there, sweetie?" the voice on the other side asked, genuinely concerned.
Sam finished removing the chain before collapsing into one of the chairs she kept close by.
"Charline? Honey, you get a dizzy spell? Have you seen your doctor yet?" She felt the hands reach up to rub her shoulders as she fought the wave of nausiousness threatening to overtake her.
"Yeah, I'm okay, Mrs. Thompson." Crap! She had forgotten her older neighbor was coming by today. "The doctor just had to take some blood samples, I'll be fine." She would be, but she couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right. She could feel it deep in the pit of her stomach. Maybe it was the linguini she had eaten last night, yea that was it. Nope, it wasn't. Something had happened, most likely to her friends. She had noticed lately that anytime she had her "feelings" she would come to find that something had happened to SG-1.
She knew they were moving on without her now, and it had hurt for a short time. But seeing who Jack had chosen to replace her, made her feel more comfortable, that maybe they weren't exactly moving on, just dealing with what was happening. Lt. Hailey was truly perfect for the job, would have been her choice if she could have been there to help with it. Of course, she had been the one to move the files around so that Hailey's would be in the program of possible replacements, knowing Jack would prefer someone with off world experience.
"Okay, well here, I brought you over some apple pie. I thought we could have a nice afternoon conversing."