Summary: Another "Stop the wedding!" (I couldn't help myself)
Spoilers: Anything with Pete, and all of Season 6 (Jonas) and Heroes, Affinity, Smoke & Mirrors and probably Threads & Moebius in later chapters.
Disclaimer: blah blah I don't own them yada yada yada
a/n: this just had to come out, so bear with me, also, I changed some facts, and rearranged events, and things will happen differently in my little world of SG-1.
CHAPTER 2
Sam lay awake that night, thinking. Ha what a surprise, Samantha Carter is thinking herself to death…She thought. She couldn't sleep, probably due to two reasons, she logically told herself. One, Pete was snoring from down the hall, and she could hear him. He had been sleeping with her, but tonight she needed space, so Pete got the short stick and moved to the couch. Two, the humidity outside was at 90 and it was stifling inside and outside. But, as she contemplated, she knew that there was a "three"; she couldn't get Jack O'Neill off of her mind. She knew he had gotten her invite to the wedding, only because Daniel had mentioned it to her, why he knew was still a mystery. She couldn't have told by any emotion from Jack though. His face was a perfect mask of confusion, not literally of course, but for her. The stony facade that he now wore bore no expression, not even when she stole his Game-Boy and dismantled it. (She had later learned that he had had one of the technicians fix it.)
She had received the letter of acceptance from Daniel, Teal'c, and Cassie, but not mysteriously, had not received one from her CO. Even General Hammond was going to be in attendance.
Sam flipped over, and lay on the other side of her body, willing herself to fall asleep. She drifted into a semi-conscious daydream, and started re-living her past. Her nightmarish years after her mother died. The distance Mark had put between the three of them; her dad's absence from her graduation from the Academy, and his refusal to attend her botched wedding to Jonas. She started to squirm around, lashing out her arms, winding her sheets around her legs.
With a start she woke from her lurid dreams, and found her eyes heavy with unshed tears. Her body was covered in cold sweat, and her heart was pounding in her chest. After she calmed back down, she turned back over. Her life was a living hell. No, worse, she decided, she liked Hell better. Her thoughts were invaded day in and day out with Jack O'Neill, and now with the engagement to Pete, she was re-living her engagement to Jonas, her abusive fiancé. With that set into her mind, she drifted into a dream, full of lust and love, and the love of her life. But, when she awoke in the morning, she found not a silver-topped head, but a brown one in her bed.
At the exact same time that night, Janet Frasier descended into Colorado Springs, Colorado.