Sorry this one is so short, there will be more very soon. I'm so glad I confused so many people, I live to do that. I apologise for any cliffhangers that may occur, people who know me will know that I don't actually realise what a cliffhanger is but I seem to make them a lot. It gets you reveiwing, doesn't it?
I like to think I'm a normal guy. I see so much of the extremities in people from all over the place that I balk at the thought I will ever become so eccentric. No need for it. Quirks make things complicated; peeves just become more obstacles in life. I mean, doesn't life have enough problems? There really isn't any reason to create more. People have this annoying habit of being 'special'. They want to be unique and stand out from the crowd, be noticed. Not for me. No, thank you. That's just a good way of getting shot. I just want to do my job and come home to an average home at night.
My girlfriend, however. That's a different and completely unreal story.
When you meet a person, get sort of serious; you want to meet their family, don't you? Their friends, their co-workers, their boss.
Not their alien adversaries.
I wanted to be part of her life and I'm glad I got to see a glimpse of this part…I suppose. But that whole experience made me think.
Maybe there's a lot more of her life that I haven't got to see yet. Maybe I'm missing so much more than I thought.
But I do know one thing. I, Pete Shanahan, love Samantha Carter, and nothing is going to stand in the way of me being with her for the rest of my life.
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Jack woke up suddenly, eyes snapping open then immediately squinting in the harsh light. He had the worst headache and his vision was a little blurry… but he could make out the ceiling. What had happened?
He remembered a planet, a purple tent….a woman, Sophie, and the worst conversation he'd ever had in his life. Oh God. Where was Carter?
He tried to move around but something felt strange, his body was heavy, it wasn't moving the way he liked and he was still lying flat on his back staring at a strange ceiling, which he couldn't recognise. The Tardis tent's ceiling hadn't looked like this and nowhere on the SGC looked like that, it looked too homey…normal, with little flowery patterns shining subtly off of the daylight streaming in through an open window.
Instead of trying to move all the limbs at once like he had before, Jack tried just moving his head around to figure out where he was. He craned his neck slowly to the right and felt his cheek brush against something soft and tickly. He blew the offending object away from his face and registered that it was, in fact, hair. Over the hair, he glanced at the bedside table and focused on the photos on top of them, his vision still hadn't cleared and he was having a hard time making out the specifics of the photos but he was sure that he had never seen them before and he was definitely not in his own bed.
This was bad.
The owner of the hair stirred slightly and mumbled a bit. Jack peeked down, almost afraid of what he would find. And with good reason.
There, across his chest, laid a head of very familiar blonde hair.
This was very bad.
And he couldn't even remember what had happened.
This was terrible.
He gave a huge sigh of relief when he realised that he was still in his pajamas, maybe they hadn't done what he was thinking but sleeping in the same bed was slightly inappropriate for a Commanding officer/ 2IC relationship.
Hang on. These weren't his pajamas. He'd never actually seen them before.
He didn't even wear pajamas.
The rough cotton was rubbing on his chest and arms and having longer legs to what he was used to meant that it felt slightly stuffy.
Okay. First things first. He should probably extract the sleeping Major from his chest.
He picked up the arm that was wrapped around his waist by the wrist and held it at arms length as if it was going to snap up and bite him, then carefully placed it next to her sleeping form. There was something strange about his arm, he felt more than saw as his vision hadn't improved. It felt shorter, clumsier and altogether odd.
Carefully applying pressure to her shoulder so that she rolled over on her own, Jack felt the weight lift from his torso and he quickly jumped out of bed. Too quickly. He misjudged where the ground was going to be and he stumbled over his feet and fell flat on his face.
"Ow!" he yelped and brought his hand up to his face to cover his throbbing nose.
Wait a minute.
Wait just one god damn minute!
This isn't his nose! This felt nothing like his nose, it was all squishy and…pudgy. Jack started to push it around and squash it down, point it forward, it definitely wasn't his nose. As well as the weird transformation of his nose, bringing his hand so close to his eyes brought to Jack's attention how young and unfamiliar they also looked. Hi pulled at the skin and watched, fascinated, as it sprang back into place. It hadn't done that in a few years.
Something was wrong.
"Pete?"
Something was very, very wrong.
