(Some fluff after the last chapter.)
8 - Tacos
~*Janet*~
Sam drops by unexpectedly, and that's never a bad thing.
"How are you?" I worry about her. She's not happy, and I hope she's not making a mistake with Pete.
She smiles, but she cannot fool me. "I'm good."
Liar.
"I brought tacos."
"Sounds great." I let her in.
She comes in, setting the tacos on the table.
"Is there anything you want to talk about?"
"No. I'm good. Movie night?"
"Sure. Surprise me."
"How's Cassandra doing?" Sam asks as she goes to my collection of movies.
"She's doing great. College was hard to adjust to at first…well, you know that. This year though, she's been making more friends, doing great in her classes. Probably partying more than I want to know."
Sam laughs as she picks out a movie.
"Part of me hoped she'd do something with the SGC, but…"
"She's had enough of all that."
"Yeah, and she'll be safer. No complaints there." I grab paper plates and the tacos, putting them on the coffee table as we sit on the couch.
She's fiddling with her engagement ring, clearly in thought.
"Sam?"
"Right." She grabs the remote control and turns the tv on.
"Since we are talking to the Tok'ra more, have you asked about Malek?"
"I asked Aldwin. 'He's on a mission in which he'll be away for the unforeseen future.'"
"Undercover work."
She nods slightly. "The last time he went undercover, it lasted thirty-four years."
"Oh. That's…"
She starts the movie, ending the conversation.
"If you do want to talk…" I know better than to push, but I want her to know I'm always here for her.
She nods, acknowledging the offer.
To be continued…