You have 12 new messages from 234-4526 Colonel Oneill

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"Carter? – Sam? Are you there? Please pick up."

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"Sam, please, talk to me. Let me explain… Please."

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"Okay, at least let me grovel, Sam? Sam?"

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"Damn it, Sam, pick up the freaking phone!"

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"Major Carter, if you don't answer this damned phone NOW, I swear I'll have you scrubbing out latrines in Alaska for the rest of your life!"

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"God, Sam, please ignore that! I didn't mean it! I had no right to threaten you – it's just… GOD, Sam, don't leave! The SGC still needs you! SG-1 needs you! I need you!"

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"Carter, if you're there, please talk to me."

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"Or, if you're not there – well, first, I'm sorry for being an ass on the answering machine as well as the last few days – and second, please call me when you get home."

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"Why are you doing this, Sam? You're the smartest person I know…which is one of the things I love about you –" cough "– so please don't go. Who else will laugh at my stupid jokes?"

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"Knock, knock…" sigh "…Sam, you were threatening me with resignation earlier, right? I thought you were. Don't do it, Sam. Please. We need you. So Badly."

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"Hey, what the hell were you doing at my house anyway? You used the key, didn't you? Does the meaning of privacy mean anything to you? It's your own damned fault if you got hurt! I was trying to protect you! DAMN it, Sam, I –!"

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"What the hell was I saying? It's not your fault, of course it wasn't. It never was. It's just…that room was so frustrating, after so many years… I mean… Just… Ugh, I can't do this over the phone. I'm coming over there."

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"I'm on my way, Sam. I need to talk to you. You have to understand…I need to explain."

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"I'm…ah…sorry…for being a, well, an asshole. I did things you didn't – don't – deserve. I really am screwed up, huh?" nervous chuckle "Well, I guess…I'll see you…soon."

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"Heh, uh, is it just me or is this drive especially long? Oh, eh, sorry, I'm…well, I have to see you. Quickly. To apologize. In person. It's just not the same on an answering machine. I should throw myself at your feet, or som –"

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"Heh…well…um, it's…ah…it's me again. It's a funny story…really, it's a…funny…story. You see, I was on my way to see you when I…well, I…I ran out of gas! Heh…sooooooo, I won't be at your place for –"

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"Sorry, but your machine cut me off…so, I won't be there for another hour, at least. I'll walk, and pick up the truck, later. You are at home, right? Probably screaming, 'Get the freaking hell away! Stop calling!' – I would be, too. At ME, I mean! I woul –"

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"I was gonna say, I would totally answer the phone if you called. So, just give me a ring…I meant a TELEPHONE call – I wouldn't expect you to, you know, give me that kind of ring…I never said sorry to you about the Paul thing, did I? Well, sor –"

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"Sorry. I'll be there soon. Love you. Jack."

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