Summary: Another "Stop the wedding!" (I couldn't help myself)

Spoilers: Anything with Pete, and all of Season 6 (Jonas) and Heroes, Grace, Fallen, Meridian, 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 SIX

A hand landed on Sam's shoulder, startling her from her self-induced emotional train wreck.

"Teal'c, you scared me…oh geez, I'm sorry I'm such a wreck…" She trailed off.

"Major Carter, are you upset by something?" Teal'c questioned, his large hand coming to rest on her hunched shoulders.

"More like some ONE," she mumbled, wiping the tears from her eyes as she spoke.

"Is it Peter Shanahan?" He inquired, his face growing unreadable as horrid thoughts flashed through his mind. He had lived a life of torture, and even thought he knew the Taur'i did not think like the Goa'uld, he was concerned none the less for some one he considered to be family.

"No, actually, he is just fine,…just fine indeed…" She said, a wistful look appearing on her face.

"Who is it then?" he queried.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you." She said, a hint of sarcasm tracing her words.

"Are you quite sure of that Major Carter?" He asked, as his face relaxed just slightly.

"Oh Teal'c, he is in no way causing any harm to me, I just realized what harm I caused him!" She exclaimed, a fresh wave of tears flooding her face.

"O'Neill." He stated.

"What!" Sam jerked her head up to look at Teal'c for the first time.

"O'Neill." He said again.

"How…how did you know?"

"Major Carter I was privy to the zay'tarc questioning, I am aware of your feelings."

"Teal'c, that was years ago, and there is no way that he still feels the same! Why would he? What good am I in a relationship? The last one didn't work out, and I'm gonna call it off with Pete! I'm a total and complete failure!"

Teal'c did not respond, but simply gave her a look that said it all. His feelings had not changed.

"Teal'c, are you sure?" She asked, doubt searing through her stomach like a lightning bolt.

"I am positive," he replied, before slightly bowing his head, and exiting the room.

Sam sat bewildered, her head resting on her palms, her back against the cool metal lockers. The last couple of years had been different; the looks they used to give each other were no longer, the casual flirting had long since passed. It seemed to have started when Daniel ascended, and the colonel had locked Teal'c and Sam out of his head, trying to deal with an emotional crisis by himself. But, a year later, he had returned, naked, with no idea how he had returned to the natural world. Then had come the experience on the Prometheus, which had left Sam's mind whirling. She knew that it had been her subconscious, but that kiss was unreal! Then, along came Pete. And whether or not she loved him was debatable, but she chose to ignore that particular argument with herself, because deep down, she knew that she was only fooling herself. And, the most recent display of affection had come just weeks after, when Janet died on P3X-666, trying to save Airman Wells. But, that was comforting, not passionate, and since then they had grown farther and farther apart, as her appearance at team events became fewer and further in between.

The tears started to pool at the edges of her eyes, as she remembered Janet's death, and how horrible her relief had been, knowing it was not her colonel.

"This kiss, this kiss, it's criminal, this kiss, this kiss…" Her cell phone sang, her head slamming against the lockers, as she jerked upward, her ring tone snapping her out of her wallow of grief.

She looked at the I.D. Shanahan Peter it said. She swallowed hard; the conversation was going to have to happen sooner or later, and her couldn't come find her, if she was 18 floors below the ground, in one of the most closely guarded bases on American soil.

"Hi Pete," she managed, trying to not sound as depressed as she actually felt.

"Hey babe, I was just calling to cancel for tonight, something came up at work, you know how it is." He drawled out.

"Oh, that's good, I have some stuff to do on base tonight, so, maybe I'll see you soon?" As soon as the words came out of her mouth, she chided herself internally. Just do it Sam, she thought, but she didn't have the chance, as her call waiting beep sounded.

"Pete, I gotta go, I've got someone on the other line." And with that she hung up, and pressed her call button.

"Hello?" She said, scrubbing her face with her palm. "Hello? Is anyone there?" Just as she was about to hang up, a voice said, "Have you checked your refrigerator?" What? She thought to herself, but then the voice spoke again. "I heard its running!" The voice started to laugh hysterically, and she hung up for the second time, trying to remember why prank calling was ever funny to teenagers.

Beep! Her cell phone buzzed again; this time it was her calendar, reminding her to meet Pete for dinner. Ugh, time to get back to the device from P8X-what ever it was called. She thought bitterly. Great, now I'm starting to sound like the colonel… She thought, and then picked herself up off of the floor, shoved her dirty clothes into her immaculate locker, and slammed the door shut. She stalked out of the locker room, only to run smack into Janet, who was just entering. Finally, she broke; it was all just too much. The tears traced zigzag lines down her face, and she collapsed into Janet's strong arms.

"Why me?" She muttered, as Janet led her back into the locker room, and sat her down, whispering comforting words, and rubbing her back.

"Sam, honey, you and I have a lot to talk about, so let's jump right in, okay?" Sam nodded. "Why aren't you with Jack? And why haven't you dumped Pete?"

Sam looked up, confused.

"Remember, I could see you, but you couldn't see me. And what you don't know about Pete, well, let's just say he isn't quite what he makes himself out to be."

"What?" Sam said, straightening up.

"Sam, he ran a friggin' background check on you, and, he's cheating on you. He's not good enough for you, not by a mile." And with that, Janet launched into her story, starting at the beginning, when she first started keeping tabs on Pete's business, and his "work."

At the end of her tale, Sam sat up, her eyes red and puffy, but determination flashing through her crystal blue eyes.

"That SOB is going down." She muttered, and once again gathered her things, and flung open the locker door; she was a woman with a mission.