Interruptions

Chapter Nine

Sam watched the wormhole disengage from the control room and sighed. Jonas hadn't been kidding about wanting to leave ASAP. It was the same day, and he had just left, along with Shaya and Carrisa. Shaya's injury was not serous and would heal quickly, so Jonas had decided to go back to Kelowna. Sam hoped they'd be alright. Despite his assurances, Sam still worried for him. She checked her watch. 1724. She should go home and find something to wear to dinner. Dinner with Jack. She smiled to herself.

"Um, Colonel?" A tentative voice said.

"Yes Walter?" Sam said.

"The dialling computer just froze."

"Froze?" Sam turned her attention to the computer.

"I was trying to dial P7Y-219 for SG12, but it stopped after the second chevron locked.

Sam looked at the gate. Sure enough, it was stuck mid-dial.

Sam got on the PA. "Sergeant Siler to the control room."

Soon, Siler had arrived, and he and Sam had begun trying to fix the computer.

"Hey, Carter." Jack's voice cut through Sam's thoughts a little while later.

"Sir." She said, gazing up at him from her spot on the floor.

He raised an eyebrow, then looked at his watch.

Sam frowned, confused. Then realised. She looked at her watch. 2117. "Oh no, sir. I'm so sorry. The computer was on the fritz, and I was…"

"Save it Carter." Jack cut her off.

Sam sat up, perhaps a little too fast, without looking around. She whacked her head on the underside of the computer bench. Hard. She immediately fell back, hand coming up to rub her head. She pulled her hand away when she felt moisture. She looked at her hand, it was covered in blood. "Damn."

"Damn." Jack agreed, pulling her out from under the bench. "Let's get you to the infirmary."

"I'm fine!" Sam protested, her throbbing head telling another story. "It's just a graze."

"Even so, I'm taking you to the infirmary." Jack said, marching her from the control room. He turned to Siler as they left. "Don't expect her back."

"I need to fix the computer, sir!" Sam said.

"Not tonight you don't." Jack said, grabbing a handkerchief and pressing it to Sam's forehead to stem the blood flow.

When they arrived in the infirmary, Dr Lam walked over. "What happened?" She asked.

"I bumped my head." Sam said.

"She whacked her head." Jack said, emphasising the word whacked.

"Ah." The doctor pulled the now blood soaked hanky from Sam's forehead and inspected it.

"That's going to need a few stitches." She said.

Sam grimaced.

"Take a seat." Dr Lam said, indicating an empty bed, as she walked over to her supplies to get what she needed.

Sam looked at Jack. "It's too late to go out, isn't it?"

He nodded. "Especially just after you've got stitches."

Sam managed a weak laugh. "I'm really sorry."

Jack smiled. "There's always tomorrow."

Sam smiled in return. "Yeah."

Dr Lam then returned and proceeded to stitch up Sam's head. "Okay, all done. Now go home and rest."

"I'll drive you." Jack said.

"Thanks." Sam said, and they left the infirmary.

Sam jumped into the passenger seat of Jack's truck. Wow, she was actually in Jack's truck. She smiled contentedly.

"So, you wanna pick up some food on our way?" Jack asked.

Sam looked confused.

"Well, we can't go out. Doesn't mean we can't stay in." Jack reasoned.

Sam grinned. "Sounds good."

"What do you want then?" Jack asked.

"I don't mind, whatever you want." Sam replied.

"Okay, pizza it is." Jack said.

After picking up some pizza, Jack proceeded to drive to Sam's house and then help her from the car. He carried the pizzas inside and placed them on the kitchen counter. "So… food?"

Sam smiled. "You really do think about food all the time."

"As I said, not all the time." He grinned seductively. "I think about you a lot."

Sam blushed. "Can't imagine why."

Jack walked over to Sam, cupping her face in his hands. "It's 'cause you're amazing. And I love you."

Sam smiled, a sweet, gentle smile, and Jack kissed her. She kissed him back, her hands joining around his neck. He deepened the kiss, his tongue asking for permission to enter her mouth. She parted her lips, and allowed their tongues to meet.

Almost reluctantly, Jack pulled away, drawing a disapproving moan from Sam.

"Food." He said gently. "Or it's gonna get cold."

Sam sighed."We can eat in front of the TV."

"Okay." Jack replied. "Got any Simpsons DVDs?"