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Take 64: Discoveries

Category for this take: Angst / Romance

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"This is great."

"I told ya!"

"I can't believe we didn't do this years ago."

"Yes, well, let's not dwell."

"Didn't that tape say there were no fish in your pond?"

"Close enough."

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"Pete was ok with you coming up here?"

"I would hope so."

"Hope so? You mean you didn't tell him?"

"It wasn't his business."

"Carter, this trip wasn't top secret like missions through the stargate. You should have told him. If you wanted to bring him along, it would've been ok."

"Uh, no way. I really don't want to see him right now. Speaking of which, is Agent Johnson joining us later, or is this just SG-1?"

"What? Uh, no, Kerry is not coming. Just SG-1 and me."

"Sir, we still think of you as part of SG-1. However, you should have invited your girlfriend. She might think something is going on between us."

"Well, I'm fairly certain my 'girlfriend' would not have wanted to come."

"Too rustic for a CIA agent?"

"No, it's more the fact that she has chosen not to be my girlfriend anymore."

"What? I'm sorry. How long?"

"Since last week."

"I didn't mess things up by stopping by your house last week, did I? Do you need me to tell her nothing is going on between us? I just needed some advice from a friend."

"No. She's pretty good at reading people. She figured out 'my issue' on her own."

"Your issue?"

"I'd rather not talk about it, Carter"

"I'm sorry, Sir. So it appears we both are single again."

"Wait a second. What did you say?"

"We are both single again."

"What about the cop you're marrying?"

"Didn't Daniel tell you I called off the wedding?"

"You did? When? Why?"

"Yes. Last week. Because I'm in love with somebody else."

"Really? This person wouldn't happen to be the same person who's issue is he is in love with a beautiful, brilliant Lieutenant Colonel under his command instead of his now ex-girlfriend."

"I don't know. You tell me, Jack"

"Ok. I'm telling you it is, Sam."

"Good. Now what?"

"Now we fish. Tonight, we ditch the guys, I take you to dinner at a nice restaurant in town, and we figure this out."

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A/N: If I were an Asgard, this would be the last one, because 64 is the round-number for the eight-fingered. Instead, I have 36 more planned.