Chapter 2– The story of Sam and Pete
A/N – Have faith one and all. This is a Sam/Jack fic but take it from me, you NEED some background into the Sam/Pete relationship and this is it for now. Thanks to everyine one who reviewed the prologue.
Sam lay in bed, trying to figure out what the hell was wrong with her. She was a happily married woman, married to Pete who was a really great guy. They had been together forever and that was how it was supposed to stay.
She had met him a month after she had celebrated her seventeenth birthday. She had just graduated from High School and was looking forward to a summer of travel and fun before she started her sophomore year of college. She'd already completed her freshman year while still in high school a fact that she always kept to herself when she met a guy for the first time.
Mark had brought Pete to their house one evening early in July, a friend he had met during his junior year at the state school which he attended. Sam and he had hit it off right away. He was witty and he made her laugh, honestly and often. He was smart, not as clever as she, but Sam had found that in her short life few people were. However, they held intelligent conversations about things that mattered to her like movies, current affairs and politics. He even tried to listen when she talked in graphic details about the latest experiments on which she was working.
Most importantly he made her feel like she was the center of his universe. And Samantha Carter fell in love for the first time in her life.
They dated that summer, neither willing to commit to each other, while at the same time not dating anyone else. The night that Pete told her that he loved her, while they lay on a blanket in the park, staring up at the stars, was one of the most special nights of her life.
The next night she broke it off with him as tears streamed down her face, choking out between sobs that she would rather lose him then and there on her terms than lose him later when he realized he no longer loved her. He had pulled her close and whispered soothing words of comfort into her hair, trying to reassure her that he had no intention of leaving her. And as her heart swelled with love, she believed him.
Throughout their college days, they were a couple. Whenever he was in town, they were inseperable and when he wasn't they spoke everyday on the phone. When she went to DC for her summer internship, he followed, finding a great apartment and asking her to move in with him. When she returned to school in the fall she missed him terribly but he insisted that she still needed a social life even if it didn't include him.
Every once in a while he would surprise her with a heartfelt letter written either neatly or poorly. She later understood that the poorly written ones had been penned when he had one too many beers and was desperately lonely without her no matter how many parties his frat friends dragged him to.
One day in her senior year she received a letter from him that was unusually bulky. It bore a Washington DC postmark, the first letter he had sent to her since he had joined the police department there after graduation. Sam hadn't wanted him to move so far away but he insisted that since her dream was to work at the Pentagon, a dream born from her hope to make her father happy while not needing to actually join the military, that he'd do everything possible to help her realize it.
She opened the envelope, quickly tearing at the paper, and pulled out the contents in one swift move. She unfolded the letter and found a plane ticket held within the white folds. She quickly scanned his note, an invitation for her to join in him DC for the holidays, and at that moment she knew that Pete would be the man she would marry.
It took five more years and numerous break-ups and make-ups, but on her twenty-fifth birthday Pete Shanahan bent down on one knee and asked Samantha Carter, the most beautiful, kind-hearted woman he'd ever met, soon to be Doctor of Astrophysics, to marry him. Without hesitation she accepted his proposal knowing that she was the happiest, luckiest woman on earth.
Her life had been so simple then. But that was before her daughter was born. Before her career became more successful and time-absorbing than her husbands. Before she worked at the SGC and learned that we were not alone in the Universe. Before seven years had passed.
And as she lay staring up at her bedroom ceiling as her husband lay sleeping beside her, she admitted to herself that the moment things got really complicated was the moment that she met Jack O'Neill.
A/N Please stay with this with me. The next chap will be back to Sam and Jack and a progression from the prologue and I promise that I'll try to get the updates done more frequently - I'll just ignore real life.