Never though I'll write again. And not even a SG1 story! But I was hearing that song and it made me think about Sam and Jack. So I wrote it.

I hope you will enjoy it. This is how I would have love the oh so fustrating scene to be like!

- Pete gave me this...

Why did I come here in the first place? Ah yeah... because she'd been avoiding me for days. My guts clearly told me that something was going on. As I saw that she hadn't been eating … again, I thought it was a good excuse to go talk to her, but I wasn't expected this:

- Pete gave me this.

Why my instinct wasn't wrong for once?! So that's why she'd been avoid me... She obviously didn't dare told me that he proposed. My heart was trying to get out of my chest so much he was beating hard; I felt my stomach twist. But as usual, I won't let it show, and humor was my best way out of it. I straightened up and grabbed the box.

- People normally wear these on their fingers.

I saw that she was expecting a reaction from me, but I tried not to show her, because it was like receiving a knife.

- I haven't said yes.

- And yet... you haven't said no.

It came out of my mouth without me thinking. It came out like a reproach. She jumped when I snapped the box.

- I told him I needed to think about it

- And?

- That was two weeks ago.

- Ah!

I let her talk. Asked me questions, but I didn't know what she wanted from me, what she was waiting for. She wanted my approval. But why? She didn't belong to me. She seemed she didn't know what to do, but I wasn't gonna told her. Pete seemed like he was good for her. Maybe he made her feel like she should...

- What about you? If things had been different …

That was it. She needed to know if there was still a chance for us. I was going to die. And even if I wanted her badly to know how I feel, I was going to let her go, to give her the chance to be happy. So, I replied:

- I wouldn't be here.

I saw her dropped her head, resigned. I never thought I could be hurt that bad again. My head ached, and my throat was tight. I had to leave and quick before took it back, before I yell at her how much I love her, like I had never loved anyone before. And that probably, whatever happened next, will be till I give my last breath. I told her a little bitterly:

- You should call him and give him your decision. I gotta go grab something to eat. I'm starving.

She gave me an embarrassed smile. She was uncomfortable.

I left without another word. Once in the hallway, I ran my hands on my face, cursing myself. This time, it was over.

I walked into my office and slammed the door shut, sinking like a dead weight into the chair. I gaze at the ceiling, in the void, bitterness in my mouth. I was picturing her with him... I was torturing myself, as always. "What about you?" It hurt so bad. I wish I could have said where my heart truly lies. Suddenly I was wondering if he knew that she calls me sometime when he sleeps? Does he know the pictures that she keeps? Does he know the reasons that she cries sometimes?

And then it stroked me! She was going to say yes because I said no! She was choosing him because she couldn't have me. I couldn't let that happen.

I jumped out of my chair and went to her office. I came in without a word, she was still here, working. I closed the door behind me, it made her jumped.

- Do you love him?

She dropped her pen and watch me:

- Excuse me?

I just realized that maybe it wasn't the right way to engage taht conversation. But I felt a rush into my veins like I wasn't controlling anything anymore.

- Do you love him? Really.

A bitterly smile appeared.

- I guess it's none of your business anymore... Sir.

Ouch. She looked angry. And I feel bad so I tried something else

- Sam, why did you ask me this earlier?

I called her by her name to make her understand it was not the General talking to colonel Carter. And also expecting her to drop her guard. But apparently it wasn't working. She crossed her arms on her chest.

- I think you know well why, since you told me to say yes to him.

- Why are you mad?

She laughed. But it wasn't a pleasant kind of laugh. I was pushing her. Because I wanted her to tell me exactly what she was feeling, and I knew that it was the best way.

- Are you serious?

- I am.

- I don't know!?Maybe because I wanted you to be honest for starter?

- I was.

- Then why are you here again?

She was right. I had to be honest if I wanted her to listen to me.

- I'm not saying I have a solution, neither that it would change anything but...

I had to take a breath. I wasn't sure what to say.

- As selfish as it's going to seem: I don't want you to marry him.

I watched her face, waiting for a sign. I saw it on her eyes, as brief as it was, it was here. I saw her biting the inside of her cheek. She does this when she is nervous.

- Give me a good reason to say no.

She wasn't going to go easy on me.

-I just did.

- No, you just told me you didn't want me to. And it's not enough.

- Carter...

- Jack?

I love when she is like this even if it makes me uncomfortable.

- If you say yes, I will never be able to found a way out for us. And it will be too late.

- That's why I asked you before...

- I know.

We looked at each other with tenderness this time. This silence talked for himself. I had to make myself clear:

- But Sam, I just want you to be happy... and if it's with someone else... that's what matter the most.

She looked at me with a questioning look:

- Jack... what do you want?

- What about you?

- It's not about me right now, other wise you wouldn't be here.

My head was screaming "say it". I wasn't able to say it out loud. I walked to stand in front of her. She got up and looked at me with those pleading eyes. I looked at her lips. I wanted to kiss her, to give her what she was expecting. But I couldn't. Not here. Not now. And she was still with him... I opened my arms and attracted her to me. She understood and hugged me back. I approached my lips from her ear:

- You.

I heard her let out a breath. So, I said it again.

- I want you so badly... Tell him no... And I'll found a way.

I couldn't stand it anymore and I kissed her neck. She held me tight and she whispered:

- Promise me Jack. Promise me...

I stepped back to look at her, and grab her face. She was crying.

I erased her tears with my thumbs and smiled at her.

- I will.

The end.

It was a one shot. So... I apologize for any mistakes