Jack had left the base almost an hour ago, leaving Sam to go through the things that had been piling up in the science labs. Her own lab had been cleared out shortly following her death, most of her 'doohickeys' had been moved to the lab that Dr. Lee and a few other scientists shared.

Need anything at your house before I come back? Jack asked, the farther apart they got the more control they had over what thoughts the other heard. This was good, especially for Jack, because Sam was in 'doohickey' mode and her thoughts were going a mile a minute about things that would give him a whopper of a headache.

No, I want to go check out my house later on.

They had all my stuff boxed up, furniture covered in sheets, nothing on the walls… everything was dusty.

Well, if we've been gone for a month…

I know, they'd turned off the power though! I had to dig through those boxes for a flashlight before I could do anything else.

I remember, sir, you complained about that.

I did not!

You did too.

Did not!

Did too!

"Uh, Colonel Carter?" Dr. Lee asked, she had stopped reading the report he had given her and was sitting on her stool with her arms crossed like a stubborn child.

"Yeah?" Now look what you've made me do!

It's not my fault you let me distract you.

Well, you were the one distracting me.

I told you, you should've come with me.

Who knows what would've happened then…

Did you just think what I think you thought?

Sir…

Sam…

I need to get back to work, she ignored the rest of his attempts to get her attention.

"What's going on with you, you were never this distractible before…"

"Well, you try having General O'Neill in your head and see how distractible you are."

"Touchy…" Dr. Lee complained.

Look what you've done to me! Sam cried to Jack, who laughed.

Why is everything always my fault? You need to relax anyways.

Relaxing isn't my problem.

Prove it.

Maybe I will.

"Sorry, doctor, it's just hard to concentrate and hold a conversation at the same time."

"Well, you could just stop having the conversation," he was still a little offended by her outburst.

"He's in my head, Dr. Lee, I don't have a choice," she was glad when Daniel interrupted their conversation.

"Sam! I've been looking for you."

"What's up?"

"Oh, um, I need you to come and look at a book I found in Merlin's library, see if there are any of those stimuli…"

"Sure."

"I'll just stay here then, keep working," Dr. Lee said to their retreating backs.

"So, how are you doing?" Daniel asked as they walked to his lab.

"I'm fine," Sam glanced at him, he looked caught between excitement and anxiety. "What's on your mind?"

"It's just… weird, getting you back."

"Now you know how we felt whenever you died and came back," she got a laugh out of that, breaking some of the tension.

"So what's it like?"

"What?"

Sam, you know perfectly well what he's talking about!

Shouldn't you be paying attention to the road?

Would the Ancients let me die?

If you were stupid enough to get into a car crash, especially when there's so many other, more important, things you could be doing when you die (again)…

Are you saying I'm stupid?

"Having Jack's thoughts in your head."

"It's annoying."

Hey!

Sir, you sing 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Star' whenever I'm in the bathroom.

That's a courtesy distraction!

And I appreciate that but… You need a new song.

Well, 'It's a Small World After All' would stick. Sam chuckled.

"What?"

"He's being annoying again."

I am not being annoying!

Mind your own business.

You're talking about me!

"This is weird," Daniel commented.

"Tell me about it."