Here's the next installment - it's short, but I think I like it. Enjoy!
2002
It had been a year. A year since he and Sam had spoke a word to each other. Not that their last conversation was anything to be proud of, but still.
Technically, he cared about her. Technically, more than he was supposed to. But things were different now. The entire world was different. Rules and laws were changing - lives were changing. But he was in D.C. and she was in Colorado. Miles and miles separated them. Her life was different, maybe, but his felt the same.
He had established a routine. Go to work, sit behind a desk, try not to kill a couple of politicians, listen to Melon and Boring (as he had dubbed them) drone on and on about some sort of problem they were having, go home, drink a beeer or three, and go to bed. It was routine. And, for Jack, routine was code for boring. Really, really boring.
He didn't have any friends in Washington and he spent most of his time alone. He missed his team. He missed going through the gate. He missed Daniel's unbreakable glasses and Teal'c's sense of humor. He missed the way Sam's face lit up when they found a new doohickey. He missed the Stargate itself.
And the more Earth changed, the more he missed his team, and the more he wished they hadn't found the Aschen in the first place.
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