Author: Jennyvre Moss

Rating: K+ just in case. May go up later.

Setting: Half way through and after Divide and Conquer (Start of season 4)

Summary: What if Jacob had been present at the Za'tarc testing? Various POV's. SJ

Other: This story is dedicated to JamSack as she shares my love of this episode. (Also sorry about any grammar or spelling mistakes. For some reason, spell-check and the thesaurus on my computer doesn't work for this story.)

Italics indicate writing.

Disclaimer: Daydreaming about owning Stargate doesn't make it real.

I have never been this into a story for so long before. And I think it is mainly due to my readers and reviewers. I want to write it and find out where my muse will take me, as much as you want to read it. So thanks again to everyone who has reviewed so far and thanks to mishy-mo, Natters, SG-Fan, Ilovesg1 for reviewing on the last chapter.

Chapter 8: Sam's fear

Sam's POV

I'm extremely confused. There is just about a million emotions and thoughts running through my head. I can't concentrate of anything. And as much as I love my jello, it just doesn't seem to be helping me at the moment. I've been sitiing here for a good half an hour and have made no progress whatsoever on my little problem. I was fine keeping everything in that room. I had planned on doing that ever since I knew we would have to confess everything, but after that talk with my dad…argh…I'm just so confused.

I hear the door to the commissary open and I instinctively look up. It's Jack. He walks straight for the food to grab something, but I know he's already seen me. Even just by looking at the back of his head I can tell he's trying to find a way out of sitting with me. But he knows as well as I do that that will inspire talk to travel through the gossip grapevine here. As if this isn't awkward enough, we don't need everyone coming up with ridiculous theories of why we wouldn't be sitting together in the commissary, like always.

I know he can find no way out of this because he's walking over to me. He says a quick 'Carter' in greeting before sitting down and eating his cake. I, of course, reply with a 'Sir'. But that is as far as our conversation goes. Neither one of us says anything else. We eat our food in absolute quiet and I can just feel the tension grow more awkward by the minute.

"Carter, I-" he starts but he seems to lose his nerve. I just stare at his bent head, just willing him not to bring anything up. I don't think I can handle that at the moment. He shakes his head and then seems to regain his courage.

He raises his head and looks me straight in the eye. "Carter, I know what you said before, but I really think we need to talk about this."

I take a quick glance around the commissary "Sir, I-"

"Not here, Carter." He grabs a pen from his pocket and begins to write something on a napking from the table. He then slides it across to me.

"Here." He says. He stands up and nods a goodbye to me before walking out of the commissary.

I slowly pick up the napkin. 'Near the statue at Palmer Park 1900' is written across it in his untidy scrawl. I just stare at it and think it's the perfect location. It's a public place, but we'll be able to talk privately. Also, it won't feel like…well…a date, like it would have if we would be going somewhere else, like a restaurant. I sigh and know that as much I as don't want to do this, we have to. Even if we do still leave it in the room, at least we can clear the air, so it won't be unconfortable to be around each other anymore. Well, anymore uncomfortable than it usually is.

I look at my watch. 1300. I sigh and push all of my thoughts about the whole situation away. I'll figure it out later. I quielty stand up and walk to my lab, ready to do some actual work today.

It's 1645 and I'm a nervous wreck. I'm rushing around trying trying to figure out what I'm going to wear. As much as I'd hate to admit it, it still feels like a date. I look at my clock again and decide I'm already running late. I quickly chuck on a pair of jeans and a light sweater and head out the door.

As I drive to the park I try and calm myself down, telling myself it'll be okay. It doesn't work. I'm nervous, and well…afraid. I don't know what's going to happen and to be honest that scares the hell out of me. Somewhere deep down I'm slighlty excited and hopeful, but right now my fear drive is going into overdrive.

I arrive at the park and take a few deep breaths before stepping out of the car. I immediately spot Jack sitting on a bench. Putting on my calm, collected soldier façade, I walk over to him.

Kind of a cliffhanger...hehehe...

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Next chapter: Jack's (not exactly sure what I'm going to call it, but it's going to be from Jack's POV. I'll figure out the title after I write it)