A/N:Thank you to all who reviewed, I'm still in amazement that y'all like this story, but okay. I am now at school, and after four days cut off from the internet, I have finely seen all your reviews. A quick explanation though, I see jack as someone who is very confident in his public life and very insecure in his personal life. He also doesn't really think that Sam feels the same way about him, but he's hopeful. He is also fairly old-fashioned. If that helps anyone out I'm glad. Anyway, here's Chapter 4 for all you fine folks.
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Chapter 4
Sam didn't storm down the corridors to the infirmary. She didn't walk quickly or run down to the infirmary. After she first heard the rumors, always prefaced with 'Poor Maj. Carter' or 'that bastard O'Neill' she hid in her lab. Forcing herself to concentrate on what her latest doohickey was and did usually worked to distract her from whatever it was that Jack had done.
God, she even thought of him as Jack. Which would be okay since thinking of him as 'The Colonel' or 'Sir' was weird, but since she felt way more for him than friendship, it was a bit inappropriate. He was after all her CO and the only reason she hadn't asked him out to dinner seven years ago was that very huge fact along with those blasted frat regs.
Damnit so what if he had a relationship with this new doctor that he never told her-them about? What did it matter that the relationship had been going on secretly for years? She was supposed to be moving on. Or at least trying too. Except Pete wasn't him. Wasn't Jack and could never be as perfect for her as Jack.
Except that Jack's total non-reaction to learning about her relationship with Pete was understandable now. He was more than unattainable in that he was her CO, he was unattainable because he was in a relationship too, happy, well, happy outside of work, and in love with this Kate O'Neill. He said SG-1 was his family, his best friends, but he had never told them he had remarried. He had let her believe for years that he cared, that she meant more to him than just a good 2IC and a good friend. Damn him!
She had to see Janet. Janet would tell her what the truth was. She would know the truth, she would have been heavily involved in picking out Kate O'Neill to work here. But why not tell her? Sam had never actually told Janet about her feelings for Jack, but Janet knew anyway. And Janet was her best friend. Why didn't she tell me?
Getting up, Sam took the back route to the infirmary, keeping her 'good little Carter' expression on her face. I may be in love with that goddamned man, she thought, but no one except Janet and Cassie will ever know if he's hurt me, again.
Goddamn him! Why can't I get over him! she thought as she stood in front of the infirmary door, debating whether or not to go in. Finally, after telling herself several times that Carters don't cry and that Carters are not afraid, she squared her shoulders and walked out of the frying pan and into the fire.
