Thaw
Sam's thoughts during 'Frozen'
She feels proud of herself when she tells General Hammond that they can't just put the Tok'Ra symbiote into Colonel O'Neill. That it needs to be his decision. Fighting for his right is the right thing to do—as his team member and as the person who loves him.
Right, we're back at it.
Sam is not really at the state of admitting those feelings yet. She had been good at hating him for how he dealt with Daniel's ascensions. Good at going back to being professional—the way she acted and most recently also in how she felt—but watching as he's dying blows the cloud of illusion that's floating around her head away. With clear sight, she sees her feelings for him approaching quickly. She still hopes she can dodge them, but when he mutters, "Over my dead body." it's a full-frontal crash with her love for him.
The next thing she does, she is not proud of.
"Sir, please," she begs.
But it's not begging because deep inside of her, she knows that he will do it if she asks him to. She shouldn't have. Should have accepted his decision. The one he made entirely for himself. But then she throws herself into the equation. With the change of the formula, the result changes in her favor. Not a fair move but a very well calculated one.
She can't lose him. Not like this. Not when he can be saved so easily. It's selfish, especially because she won't tell him why she begged him to take the symbiote. Nothing will change when he comes back. They will continue being Colonel and Major; there's no way they will be anything else; only now she knows that he would do anything for her. It's not that she will ever take advantage of this power. Only this time, she promises herself. Only because this is such a useless death. Not worthy of the great man Jack O'Neill is. If anyone deserves cheating death, it's him.