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 SEVEN
Jack unlocked the door to his cabin, after kicking the mud off of his boots, and looked around. Something seemed different. He didn't know what it was, but the atmosphere seemed….
"What the!" Jack exclaimed, as he saw out of the corner of his eye a shape move past the kitchen door. His Black Ops mind immediately kicked in, and he flattened himself against the wall. He slid along the pale yellow wall, and reached for the gun he was used to carrying. But, after a moments confusion, he realized why the P-90 was not hanging at his side. He had moved to Minnesota. The love of his life had probably married the cop. And, he was no longer a member of the elite SG-1. His shoulders slumped slightly, and in that moment of weakness, the intruder approached Jack from behind.
"Pete, open this door! Pete Shanahan open the damn door!" Sam screamed, as she pounded on the door, her car parked haphazardly in the driveway, the drivers door flung open, the keys still in the ignition. She opened her mouth to continue her yelling, when the door swung open, and Pete, his hair slightly mussed, and his pants hanging loosely from his hips stood in the threshold.
"Who is she?" Sam demanded, trying in vain to look past his frame.
"Who, Sam, what are you talking about?" Pete answered calmly, while his eyes checked hers for a sign of belief.
"Your girlfriend, your lover, your mistress, how many names do you want you asshole?" She said, her voice dropping from a loud yell to a scary low, soft tone.
"What are you talking about Sama…." He started to say, but stopped when a young brunette woman walked into the foyer, her robe wrapped around her tiny waist.
"You know what bud, ya know what, its over, done, finisimo, alright! Here's your ring you bastard." Sam hissed, her eyes flashing with anger, and her voice a deadly low. She yanked the ring off, and threw it at his face, did an about-face, and shook her hair as she strolled down the walk.
"Sam, baby, can't we talk about this, work this out? She means nothing, she's just some….girl, c'mon hon, we're in love, right?" Pete's voice was pleading, as he buttoned his pants, and hurried after her. But Sam never looked back, and threw her Volvo into reverse, and tires squealing, drove out of Pete's life forever.
She drove into the parking lot at the SGC, tires turning up gravel, and just as soon as she had arrived, turned the wheel hard to the left, and sped back towards Colorado Springs. She slammed on the brakes as her house came into view. She parked the car, opened the garage, put on her leathers, and with a cough, started her restored Indian, backed it out of her garage, and started for the open highway.
She arrived at Jacks cabin, deep in the backwoods of Minnesota, and coasted down the driveway, noticing a red Jeep parked next to the big, black, luxury truck that was Jack's pride and joy. She took her helmet off of her head, shook her hair out, and kicked her stand down. For a minute, she was caught up in the beauty of her surroundings. She was sorry that she had never gotten up here before now, but was now even gladder she had come. She sauntered up the steps, and noticed music blaring from the stereo system inside. Probably right next to the PlayStation she thought to herself, and kept walking. She knocked tentatively, and then when no one seemed to notice, walked in, running right into Jack.
"Oh my god, sorry sir, I, I, I, the door was unlocked and, I , well…" she rambled on, only stopping when Jack's finger touched her lips.
"Nice to see you too Carter, but aren't you supposed to be in the big white dress, walking down the aisle, you know, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo," Jack hummed, all the while trying not to let his eyes slide down to her leather-clad thighs. She stiffened noticeably, but Jack, in all his stubbornness, hurt pride, and love for the woman kept poking at the still-open wound.
"What happened Sam, the cop not good enough for ya? Or did you finally realize what an ass he is?"
"Sir, stop, please, stop!" She said quietly, the tears forming in the corners of her eyes.
"Why Sam, did you finally realize that I never, NEVER stopped loving you?" He said, all of the fight draining from him, as he said aloud the words he had been keeping in for years. She stared open-mouthed at him, the tears now running freely down her face.
"Yeah, Carter." He said before brushing past her, heading towards his truck.