Interruptions

Chapter Eleven

Sam was in the kitchen making coffee when the phone rang.

"Carter." She said when she answered it.

"Colonel, this is Siler. I just wanted you to know that I've fixed the dialling computer, and the gate is up and running."

"That's great Siler." Sam answered. "Thanks."

"You're welcome. How's your head?"

"Slight head ache, but it'll be fine." Sam replied.

"That's good to hear." Siler said. "Well, bye then."

"Goodbye Siler." Sam hung up the phone.

"Siler?"

Sam turned to see Jack standing in the doorway, bare chested. She took in the sight before answering. "Dialling computer is fixed. Gate works again."

"Good to know." Jack replied. "Means my job's not gone obsolete."

Sam smiled. Trust Jack's humour to lighten the mood. "I hope Jonas is going to be alright."

"He'll be fine, Carter." Jack said. "Any war that results in an atomic bomb being dropped will soon be over."

"We only have one example of that."

Jack shrugged. "It's Jonas. He's intelligent, and resourceful. They'll manage."

Sam nodded. "Yeah, I suppose you're right."

"Good, well seeing as we missed going out to dinner last night, what do you say to tonight?" Jack smiled.

"I'd love to, however, I'd rather wait until I don't have stitches in my forehead."

Jack shrugged. "Okay, raincheck then?"

Sam handed him a cup of coffee, then she gave him a kiss. "Definitely."

Sam was sitting in her lab. As usual, she was studying an alien artefact. She looked up when Vala walked in.

"What happened to you?" She asked, seeing the bandage on Sam's forehead.

"Got into a fight with the underside of a desk." Sam replied. "It won."

Vala grimaced sympathetically. "Ouch."

"Yeah."

There was silence. Until…

"What can you tell me about Daniel's wife?"

Sam looked up. "What?"

"I mean, I know she was taken as a host to a Goa'uld, and that she didn't survive, but I don't know much more."

Sam frowned. "Why don't you ask Daniel?"

"I did. He didn't want to talk about it." Vala replied.

"Tell him you'd rather he told you, than someone else."

Vala nodded. "That might work."

"Failing that, tell him you're sure he'd rather you heard it from him than somebody else."

Vala stood. "Thanks Sam."

"No problems." Sam replied, watching the other woman exit the lab. There was definitely something going on there, she thought/ She returned her thoughts to the technology in front of her.

"Space junk." She sighed.

"What is?"

This time it was Cameron Mitchell standing in her doorway.

"This." Sam said, pointing at the thing in front of her. "As far as I can tell, it's like a… a grill, or a toaster."

"Space toaster?"

Sam nodded.

"They have bread in space?" Cam sounded sceptical.

"Casa." Sam reminded him.

"Space corn. Okay, why not space bread?" He made a large shrugging gesture, then smiled. "Oh well, determining that you have a piece of space junk means that you can come play basketball with me, Teal'c, Jackson and Vala."

"There'd be odd numbers." Sam said.

Cam pulled a face. "Ask General O'Neill then."

Sam smiled at the thought of Jack playing basketball. "You know what, I think I will."

"That's the spirit!" Cam said. "Let's go!" He grabbed Sam's arm and dragged her from the lab.

A/N: Another short chapter. Now that school's started again, it's sometimes hard to find time to write, and to type stories up, for example, it's 10:12 at night, and I should probably be doing my English homework…