A.N./ Sorry that I haven't updated in ages, I've been unbelieveably busy, and have just had exams. Nevertheless, I am continuing with this story, if anyone wants to keep reading it. Please let me know if you do, by reviewing. I will try and update it soon!
Chapter 7
"He's from Texas you know. It's all coming back!" Jack told Sam, with a twinkle in his eye.
Sam smiled back. It had been interesting to learn that they were actually from another world, and that this one only existed due to their memories being stamped. It was all coming back to her now too.
"Yes Sir!" she replied.
Jack's face fell slightly. "Sir," he said softly, disappointment in his voice, and she suddenly realised why. No more Jonah and Thera. No more quiet meetings together, no more secret looks, no more gentle touches.
No more 'feelings'.
They weren't allowed; it was all against the regulations. This, unfortunately, she remembered.
"Let's go home," Jack said at last.
"Yes Sir" replied Sam. Smiling sadly at him, she acknowledged the same disappointment, and they walked out of the room.
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"So, Sir, I'm suggesting that we give them these drugs, otherwise they may not fully regain all of their memories," Janet said to General Hammond.
After SG-1 had come back through the gate, they had each had a full work-up, and it appeared that some part of the memory stamps still remained. Some things they could not remember, try as they might. Janet, however, had heard about some new memory drugs, just out of the trial stage, being used to treat people who had been in comas or who had taken drugs and, as a result, had lost some or all of their memory. She felt that these might help to recall their memories that were so close to the surface, but tantalisingly out of reach.
"Please Doc," pleaded Jack, "give us the drugs, I don't want to walk around not knowing the names of slimy snake-headed Goa'ulds – how else will I antagonise them?"
General Hammond smiled.
"Yes, doctor, please give them the drugs. I feel it's best."
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Sam sat in her lab, frustrated. She wanted to do this experiment, really, but she couldn't remember what the piece of equipment in front of her was called. And until she knew that she was not going to touch it – she knew that much. So absorbed was she in staring at it, trying to will its name into her consciousness, she didn't hear the Colonel calling her name until he was standing right next to her.
"Hey The-Carter, how's it coming? Whatcha doing? With that…that thing?"
Sam smiled, despite the pang that almost calling her Thera had caused her. "It's a naquada reactor, Sir. Oh my God! That's what it's called! Thankyou, Sir, I've been staring at it for ages trying to remember what it's called!"
Jack grinned at her. "The Doc said that the drugs don't work on their own, they need other stimuli to help you remember things. So we should surround ourselves with familiar people and places. So, to that end, you, me, Danny-boy and Teal'c are headed to O'Malleys, for steaks! Come on!"
Sam looked at his face, so eager, like a child at Christmas. That triggered a flicker of a memory. Something about Jack and…and a child?
She couldn't grasp the full thought. Never mind, it would come to her with time.
She grabbed her leather jacket, and followed the Colonel out of her lab.
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"Hey, do you guys remember the time we came here with the armbands on?" asked Daniel, looking around O'Malleys as they sat down at their table.
"What time is this Daniel Jackson?" Teal'c asked, raising one eyebrow.
"Sorry, T, you weren't there, this was the time Anise brought armbands to the SGC that made us really strong and fast. Remember, we were reprimanded for leaving the base and getting involved in that…scuffle," Jack answered him.
Sam had a sudden recollection of Anise, the woman, well Tok'ra, with the…interesting outfit choices. She remembered the armbands, but what memory was nagging at her mind. Suddenly her mind was filled with a vivid picture, of the Colonel's face, and the look in his eyes as he'd said those words that had set her heart alight oh so recently.
"Because I care about her. A lot more than I'm supposed to."
The joy she had felt then at those words threatened to engulf her at that point, and she struggled to get her emotions under check. It's not allowed, Sam, you know that! She told herself sternly. The waitress came over, and so Sam quickly ordered her steak, and tried to ignore the feeling that she was missing something big. About to order a glass of white wine, she had this strange feeling that she shouldn't, and so opted for a diet coke instead.
As the waitress took their menus and hurried off, returning a moment later with the drinks, the four of them seemed to relax a bit, their familiar surroundings reminding them of the times they had come here after hard missions.
The song on the jukebox changed, and "You and I" by Queen came on.
Music is playing in the darkness
And a lantern goes swinging by
Shadows flickering, my heart's jittering, just you and I
"Hey, I recognise this song!" Jack suddenly said.
"Me too, Sir," Sam added. "It seems to be evoking some of my forgotten memories. Something about … General Hammond?"
"Oh yeah," Daniel piped up, "this was the last song played at his birthday party. You know, where we rented out that restaurant?"
"That's right!" agreed Jack, but as Daniel mentioned the birthday party, Sam's memories of that night came rushing back to her.
She remembered dancing with Jack, for almost the whole evening, to so many different songs, fast ones where he spun her and made her laugh, crazy ones where you had to dance with the least amount of grace possible, traditional ones, where everyone knows all the moves.
And slow ones, where his body was pressed up against hers, eliciting feelings in her that she shouldn't feel.
She remembered the way his body had felt pressed against hers when they had danced to this song, the way it had caused her heart to flutter uncontrollably. She remembered how, high on champagne and giddiness, she had surrendered herself to the moment, both of them dancing closer than they should have, and smiling at each other without any thought or control. She remembered the way his small tender kiss on her neck made her shiver with pleasure.
She remembered how they had taken a cab home together.
She remembered the way she had felt when she kissed him properly on the lips, and the moan he had solicited form her when he probed her mouth with his tongue.
She remembered his gentle touches and caresses, which gave way to more passionate ones as they removed each other's clothes.
She remembered the way his body weight had pushed her down into the bed as they gave way to their urges the way they had wanted to for the previous four years.
Sam looked at Jack, with the memories still rising almost too fast in her mind for her to grasp, but grasp them she did, and she started to stare at him with a look of horror and dawning comprehension forming on her face.