Sam walked into the locker room to get her jacket and a few other things before she headed home. She hated it when she was ordered home. She sat down on the bench in front of her locker. She bowed her head and started to cry. She felt like such an idiot!

She heard footsteps approaching and she quickly wiped her eyes and stood up. Daniel walked in. "Oh…sorry."

"Don't be…I was just leaving." She answered as she grabbed her jacket and her purse.

She started to leave, but Daniel grabbed her hand. "Daniel! Let go!"

"Sam. I'm sorry for the way I was acting. I should have…I should have listened to you."

She just glanced at him. "Daniel, it was my mistake that got us into this. I'll just have to find a way to deal with it."

"Sam, I think you should know that Jack's loved you for a LONG time. Almost as long as you've loved him."

"Right…" She said, trying once more to leave.

"He beat me up once you know. Over you." He said as she walked out. He had her attention and she turned back.

"What?" She asked, wondering just what Daniel could have done to make Jack that angry with him.

"When you both had the Virus of the Touched…he came in after…your little…"

"Encounter." She supplied.

"Yes. Anyway, he told me what happened, and I wanted to see if you were okay."

She was still oblivious. "Okay…"

"Well, he said that you weren't mine to care about…he called you 'Samantha,' actually, I think there's security camerafootage around here somewhere…Black Market-well, as close to a black market as the SGC has..." Daniel said, absently.

"That early on?"

"Same for you, wasn't it?"

She blushed. "Well, maybe…"

"You really hurt him." He finished.

"I know." She said, her head bowed low in humiliation.

"I've never seen him look so angry. I mean, he's got a level head in the field, but…he just lost it when he thought that you were being used."

Tears slid down her cheeks. "Thanks, Daniel. I know what you're trying to do, but…"

"Talk to him. Find him when he's more sober, and tell him that you made a mistake."

She smiled sadly. "I don't think it's going to be that easy."

"What do you mean?"

"Like you said…I hurt him really badly." She looked back at him. "Well, bye."

Before she left, she went back to her lab and typed a letter…her resignation. General Hammond found it on his desk the next morning when Samantha Carter, Ph.D. didn't show up for work.