Short chapter. Didn't have much time to write tonight! From Janet's POV. Chapter three will be up hopefully by tomorrow or Tuesday! Probably will be in Sam's POV. Thanks for reading and I appreciate all reviews!
-K.
Poor Mr. Bregman.
I mean it, I really do feel for him. I feel badly for anyone that is in the direct line of fire of Jack's protective side. Not to mention his protective side added with his annoyance of actually having to be interviewed for something. I am not too sure if I have ever even heard of Jack agreeing to
Yep, Bregman sure does have my condolences.
"Oh well, that… that is very nice. Congratulations to you both," Bregman says, obviously flustered. I look down, hoping to ease some of his embarrassment. I was fully aware of the passes he had been making at me all day but I don't think I did anything to encourage them. The reality of the situation is I felt bad for him and I remember what it's like to enter this base and not know anybody. It was so overwhelming. Though my circumstances were vastly different. I wasn't pushy, rude, and didn't have a camera crew following my every movement. And I was also to be their doctor. Alright, maybe out situations aren't that comparable, but still. As different as our situations were, I just felt like someone had to be cordial to him because even General Hammond disliked him from the start and the General is one of the most civil people I have ever known.
I feel Jack's hands tighten on my shoulders and I look up from my bowl of fruit salad. After a minute of awkward silence, Bregman finally stands. "Well, uh, I am going to go find my crew. Dr. Fraiser, thank you for scheduling you interview. I will see you later today." I bow my head and smile at him, sorry that he still feels uncomfortable, but I feel pretty uncomfortable too.
"Bye, Breman. There's the door," Jack says and even has the audacity to point in the general direction of the door. Bregman scurries out of the Commissary without even saying goodbye to me. I am already thinking of the apology I am going to give on Jack's behalf to the interview later.
Jack takes the seat next to me, sitting sideways in the chair and facing me. I sigh, pretty loudly. "Really, Jack? Was the necessary? He is just trying to do his job." He brushes the back of his hand across my cheek and tucks a piece of stray hair behind my ear. We are both aware that my frustration is dissipating.
"I'm sorry," he whispers and places his arm around my shoulder. I am not even frowning anymore, I'm actually starting to smirk. He always knows how to work the anger right out of me. Usually.
"No you aren't," I chuckle and lean in to his quick embrace. He laughs too, lightly, and I can feel the laughter rumbling through his chest. I love feeling him laugh.
"Yeah, you're right," he drops his arm from my shoulders and picks up my spoon to steal a spoonful of my fruit salad. I give him my best I'm-mad-at-you-and-I'm-going-to-use-my-biggest-needle-right-in-your-ass look, one he is very familiar with.
He raises his eyebrows, and with a mouth full of fruit salad, says "What? You know it's my favorite." We both smile, just enjoying one another, as one of the SGC airmen walk in. He walks straight to our table and we both stop smiling.
"Excuse me, Ma'am.. you're required in the ready room immediately."