So what if, right now, everything's wrong?
Sam left the briefing room totally embarrassed and more than a little steamed at everyone: Pete for calling her at work, her dad for the oh so subtle reminder, everyone at the damned table for just witnessing her humiliation and O'Neill, damn him, for the light and airy 'do what ya gotta do, it's alright with me, I really don't give a shit' attitude. She got in her car slamming the door so hard the whole car rocked.
O'Neill finished up the meeting, cleaned up his desk and headed home for the afternoon. The acid from the lie he had told still burning his tongue. Jacob had asked him if he was alright with this, meaning the wedding. And Jack said of course, in fact, he was happy that she was so happy. Any fool could see right through him.
Sam, on her way to the florist, and Jack, on his way home, put on the radio in their respective vehicles. As the Fates would have it, they were tuned to the same station.
"If
it makes you happy
It can't be that bad.
If it makes you
happy
Then why the hell are you so sad"
Sam changed the station, wiped away the errant tear, slapped a smile on her face and drove off to meet Pete at the florist.
Jack used that old tried and true method - denial and drove off to his date with Kerry. The commercial blared from the radio "and accept no substitutes". He nearly put his fist through the dashboard. He slapped on his game face and got on with his life.
A quick peck on the lips became a smoldering sensuous kiss that ended abruptly. Kerry opened her eyes to see the look of confusion and despair masked immediately by a gentle smile. Kerry thought she might try to kiss away whatever was on his mind. No soon than she started to bring her lips up to his, she felt his arms release their hold around her. He was off; he said he needed to start the barbeque. 'What the hell was that about' she wondered?
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Sheryl Crow - If It Makes You Happy