"How did you acquire our iris codes?" She asked the Jaffa. She inwardly refused to call him Jack, after all, he'd probably been brainwashed by the enemy.
"For cryin' out loud, Carter, it's ME!"
Her gaze hardened. "That's COLONEL to you."
He was genuinely surprised. "It was Captain last time I saw you. Looks like I missed a few promotions."
She pursed her lips together, refusing to be deterred from her line of questioning. "How did you get our iris codes?"
"Carter!" He yelled angrily. "Dammit! It's me, Colonel Jack O'Neill, USAF."
"That's impossible, Colonel O'Neill died six years ago." She said, her harsh tone covering up the sea of emotions that had been welled up inside her.
He rubbed his temples. "No. I was taken as a Jaffa six years ago. By Hathor."
She didn't know how to respond.
"All right, you want proof? When you walked into the briefing room for the first time, you challenged me to an arm wrestle after you accused me of being sexist. Something about your reproductive organs being on the inside instead of the outside if I recall correctly."
She inhaled sharply at the mention of the event.
"Kawalsky died because after we went to Chulak, we found out that he had a snake in his head."
"Stop…" She whispered. How was it that even after six years of being MIA, he could still make her more confused than ever?
"Daniel's wife, Sha're was taken by a goa'uld named Amaunet by Apophis. You attacked me in the locker room and tried to seduce me. Your ex-fiancé, Jonas Hanson, tried to play God on some god-forsaken planet, and he ended up dying..."
"Stop it!" She yelled, angrily.
He stopped and looked at her. "You know, what you did was impressive." He said, softly.
"What was impressive?" She asked.
"The way you saved the base with only one casualty."
Yes, she thought as she closed her eyes, but that casualty was you.
Janet Fraiser knocked on the door just then. "Colonel Carter? I need to speak with you."
Sam shook her head, effectively throwing off the sentimental feelings she had been feeling. "Excuse me." She said, her gaze harder than it had been before. After all, this wasn't Colonel O'Neill. This was someone's first prime, and he undoubtedly had a mission to do.