Before It's Too Late
She said she would be alright and he left. Where was that asshole Shanahan when she needed him? Could she possibly have told him to stay away? He certainly couldn't be that cold hearted or maybe he didn't know. Jack knew they were engaged but this seemed whacked. Maybe he should call him. Christ, that seemed like such a bad idea but what was best for Carter? Maybe what he should do is ask her – should of done that before he left – maybe he should have stayed.
Ejecting the disc in the CD player, O'Neill flicked on the radio attempting to distract himself from his thoughts. The DJ was playing a block set of the Eagles. Nice background music for driving but the lyrics torment him. Yes, there he was, 'all alone at the end of the evening' and the light was fading – did she ever love him or was it all flirting and foolishness? If everything fell apart would she want to be with him? He tried to shake these melancholic thoughts away and listened again to the radio. He wondered how many songs he missed and how many miles slipped by. Now they were telling him to let somebody love him before it was too late. But who damn it, who? One woman walked out on him this past week and rightfully so and another, he just left at her door step. And, for the love of God, did he deserve either one or anyone for that matter? He knew that he could never give of himself completely to Kerry; he held his job more important than this thing between them. And this old beat up heart, as much as he tried not to, he loved Samantha Carter.
If he allowed himself to think about it, he knew what he wanted although this might not be the time to pursue it. Maybe there would never be the right time. But maybe, just maybe this was the time to extent a little of the love and care he kept so carefully hidden. He turned around the truck and drove back to Carter's.
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Eagles - Take It to the Limit
Eagles – Desperado