"Anna. Have a seat."
Oh. He had never called her Anna before.
"Do you want out of the program or out of the team?"
She looked surprised.
"Do I have a choice, sir?"
"Are you kidding me? After all the hard work I put into breaking you in I won't just let you disappear to some other command. So – you want to swap teams?"
She looked at him wide eyed.
"Well, if that's possible..."
"It shouldn't be too difficult to find someone who wants to join SG-1 I guess...so, that a 'yes'?"
"Yes, sir!"
"OK, and now please explain to me how exactly swapping teams will solve your personal issues."
"Well, frankly, sir, it just will."
"You're aware that you make chatting to Teal'c look like a walk in the park, right?"
She chuckled.
"Yes, sir."
Leaning back in his chair he looked at her.
"Is it me who's the problem here?"
She almost had a heart attack.
"Sir?"
"After you almost got yourself killed recently I may have been a little harsh, but you have to understand -"
"No, Sir. That was absolutely appropriate. I deserved that for disobeying your orders."
That shouldn't sound hot in her mind, should it?
"So, what's it then?"
"Well, sir – as I said, it's personal, and I'd really - appreciate it if this could - stay between us."
"OK. So?"
"I didn't see that Jaffa coming because I was distracted, sir."
"By what?"
She looked even more uncomfortable now and her voice was very low.
"By you, actually."
"What?"
"I missed him because – my eyes were – on you, sir."
That just couldn't be true. Flattering, but wrong. So wrong. He had to hear her say it.
"You're telling me my – irresistibility almost got me killed?"
She couldn't help but smile.
"Basically, sir."
"God help me."
Jack let his head fall against the back of his chair and closed his eyes for a moment. Then he forced himself to look at her.
"Well, I guess there's not much we can do about that, right?"
She was still smiling.
"No, sir. I'm afraid you will have to live with it. Sir."
And he just knew he was going to miss her.