"Sam, honey? Are you going to come to bed?" Pete's voice startled Sam out of her thoughts.
"Um, maybe in a little bit, I'm still a bit wound up from the party."
"I know a way to fix that..." Pete drawled.
"Pete, not tonight, okay? I just need some time alone right now."
Pete looked dejected. This was unusual for them. Usually, when he was in town, they took advantage of every opportunity they got. Something was wrong, but he didn't know what. He had a sneaking suspicion that it had something to do with Jack O'Neill. Ever since he said goodbye to her at the party, Sam seemed to be lost in thought. He really didn't like that guy. Something about him made Pete feel threatened. Well, I'm the one that has Sam as my future bride. Pete tried to make himself feel better, but he simply couldn't shake the feeling of unease he got when he thought about going back to Denver in the morning while Sam went to work...with him.
Sam spent the entire night trying to figure out her feelings. She had been edging on drunk, but after Jack left she had stopped drinking, so the effects had worn off considerably. Sam finally decided that she wasn't exactly happy with the way her life was and was determined to find out why. Something wasn't right, and she had the feeling it had to do with Pete and Jack. There was a nagging voice in the back of her head that told her something was going to happen that would force her to make a choice, but she had no idea what in the world that could be, so she ignored it.