"So...how many of these loops have you been on?" Sha're looked at Jack; sitting across from her at the commissary table, playing mindlessly with his food.
"Lost count." Jack began building a pyramid with his jello.
"And you've decided to use this free time to do..." Sha're gestured with her fork. "What exactly?"
"Lots of things," Jack answered, eyes on the tiny American flag he placed on the top of his pyramid. "Learnt some pottery, hit a golf ball through the 'gate...always wanted to do that...flooded the locker room and surfed down the hallway, fired Siler...lots of fun things."
"In other words, nothing productive?" Sha're raised an eyebrow at him and took a spoonful of her chocolate mousse.
"We tried to help Daniel with the translations, but it is so..." he sighed. "Boring!" He shook his head in exasperation and his jello-pyramid tumbled down. "I don't know how he does it all day."
"Well, it looks like you're going to have to get used to it," Sha're smiled at him. "Otherwise you're stuck this way."
"So...how many of these loops have you been on?"
Jack looked at her from over the castle he was constructing with his breadsticks. "You've already asked me that."
"Oh, I'm sorry." Sha're sat back into her chair. "I can't remember." She paused and drummed her fingers on the tabletop. "What haven't we talked about?"
"Nothing," he answered. "And don't even try to tell me that story about Daniel grinding the yufetta flour again. I've heard it, and as funny as it was the first ten times, now it is getting a little old."
"Oh." Sha're racked her mind. "Did I tell you about the time he fell into the ravine?"
"What about when Skarra accidently poisoned him?"
"Him trying to get out mastages to mate?"
"Yes, and yet me say once again – ew."
"Hmmmm." Sha're thought harder. "I can't think of anything else."
"What about the time he got caught in a sandstorm, lost his clothes and had to walk back through the entire city naked?"
Sha're gasped. "Did I tell you that?"
Jack grinned cheekily. "No, that was just a wild guess." He laughed heartily. "And now I'll never let him forget it."
"So...how many of these loops have you been on?"
Jack put his head in his hands and sighed hopelessly.
"I take it we've already had this conversation?" Sha're asked, taking a spoonful of her chocolate mousse.
"Many times." Jack's voice was muffled by his arms. He looked up. "And please, no more Abydonian stories. I already have enough material to blackmail Daniel forever."
"Have I told you about the wedding?" she asked. "I have read that June is the ideal time of year..."
Jack raised his hands in submission. "Please, no more about the wedding. It's great and all, but I feel like your maid of honour or something."
"Very well." Sha're bit the inside of her cheek in contemplation. "What should we talk about?"
"I think we've covered everything."
"Oh." Sha're lowered her eyes. "Would you like me to leave you alone?"
"Nah, that's okay." Jack smiled grimly. "My only other option is to go and help Daniel and Teal'c with the translation and I'm still not quite bored enough to do that."
"Alright." Sha're pushed aside her pudding. "I take it I've already berated you on frivolously using the time to do things you wouldn't usually."
"Hmmmm." And then, I thought came to Sha're. "How is your wife?"
"What?" Jack looked shocked. "You mean my ex-wife."
Sha're shrugged. "I have not asked that before, have I?"
"No, and I don't know why you're asking it now," he admitted.
"Well, whenever I go over to your house I always see pictures of her," she explained. "And I always wonder why you never seem to talk about her, or try to keep in contact with her."
"We keep in contact," Jack seemed a little uncomfortable. "Sort of."
"I think you still love her."
Sha're nodded, carefully cataloguing his reaction. "Now I am certain of it."
"Listen, Sha're," he spluttered. "You don't know what you're talking about. It is perfectly natural for a guy to keep pictures of his ex-wife, and call occasionally to see how she's going, and wonder what she's doing every now and then."
"Perhaps," Sha're agreed. "Daniel told me what happened when the Unity took on your likeness. He said that you still seemed to have love for her then."
Jack looked as if he wanted to throttle Daniel. "There's a difference between...having love for someone and...wanting to work things out." He grew quiet and thoughtful. "I just know that every time Sarah looks at me, she sees Charlie, because I do every time I look at her."
"Perhaps that is not such a bad thing?" Sha're reached out and touched his hand. "Couldn't you keep his memory alive together, and...perhaps, find a way to each other again."
Jack shook his head. "Sorry, Sha're, it doesn't always work like that. And even if I did go and see her, how do I know she'd even want me there?"
"Isn't that the point of the predicament you're in?" Sha're reminded him. "Go to her, tell her how you feel, and if she hates you for it, well...the loop will start again and she won't even remember it. But if she is receptive, you know you can try again when time gets back to normal." She smiled at him, very pleased with herself. "Perhaps this is why you have been doing such outrageous things," she continued. "You've been doing things to keep your mind from the real possibilities – the actions that could actually have an effect on your life." She looked at him keenly. "Well?"
Jack gathered his tray, his expression inscrutable. "Excuse me." And he left.
"Hard at work, my Dan'iel?" Sha're hugged her husband from behind, arms wrapping tightly around his waist as he wrote furiously on the blackboard.
"Yes, and it seems I am the only one who is." He sighed. "Teal'c's off doing god-knows-what and I haven't even seen Jack since this morning."
"I was just in the commissary with him," she said, and Daniel turned around to face her, but she didn't release her grip. "I asked if he wanted to have lunch with me, but he said he had things to do." She furrowed her brow. "He also asked me to have jello instead of mousse, for some reason." She shook her head.
"So it looks like there's no one to help." Daniel sighed and threw away his chalk in frustration. "They're both off doing whatever they like, no consequences."
"Apparently that was your idea," Sha're told him.
"I know." She saw his jaw clench, as if inwardly berating himself.
"Are you certain that they are telling the truth?" Sha're asked him, changing the subject before he beat himself up any more over it.
Daniel nodded. "Pretty sure. Either that or they're both able to predict the future."
Sha're smiled to herself and ran her hands over his belly, her fingertips resting lightly on the top of his belt. "Then surely they are not the only ones who can take advantage of such a situation?" She rested her cheek against his back and smiled.
"And what are you planning to take advantage of?" He asked, feigning ignorance. "Or should that be who?" He turned around in her grip and cupped her cheeks in his hands. "You realise that it would be very unprofessional to use this office for anything other than work," he added seriously.
But Sha're could see the mirth in his eyes, and knew he did not have such serious objections. But she played along, anyway, giving him a coy look. "What does it matter?" she asked, standing on her toes to move her mouth closer to his. "The day will be reset and no one will be the wiser." She brushed her lips ever so gently against his own.
"Not even us," he added softly, stroking her cheek.
She grinned. "Then we will have to enjoy the moment for what it is." She kissed him again to stop any further arguments, and was pleased when he responded enthusiastically, arms wrapping around her waist and pushing her gently back against the desk.
"Wait," she pulled away, turning to the clutter on the desk. "I've seen this on the television." She reached out her arm in a sweeping motion.
"Wait!" Daniel caught her arm before she could do any damage, and picked up an artefact with his free hand and placed it on the bookshelf, out of harms way. "Okay," he released her and nodded, grinning. "Go ahead."
Sha're rolled her eyes, but then went back to the task at hand. She swept her arms across the clutter on the desk, causing papers and stationary to go flying.
"You know," she said as she drew him close again. "When the day repeated itself the artefact would have been restored."
Daniel grasped her hips and lifted her onto the desk.
"I know," he told her in between kisses.
Sha're giggled as she wound her arms around his neck. "You are a strange man, my Dan'iel."
"I know that too." He smiled against her lips.
"So how many loops did you go through?" Sha're eyed Jack across the table.
Jack sighed. "You don't want to know."
"It must have been a great opportunity, though," she answered, clearing the last bit of salad of her plate. "To know that the day will always begin again. You could have done anything, and it would not have changed in the long term."
Jack smiled mysteriously. "I wouldn't say that."
"Oh?" she inquired. "What happened?"
Jack shrugged and didn't answer, so Sha're knew that he was keeping something from her. But she decided not to pursue the matter, knowing how Jack liked his privacy respected, even from his closest friends.
"A June wedding sounds great," he said suddenly. "You were telling me about it during the time loop," he explained, seeing her confusion.
"Barring any intergalactic emergency," Sha're grimaced.
"I'm sure it will all work out," Jack reassured her, leaning across the table to pat her on the hand.
She hoped it would – the last thing she wanted on her wedding day was an Asgard beaming into the ceremony, or news from offworld that would require the attention of SG-1. She knew there would be no one to blame if such a thing did happen, it was the nature of their lives – but she wanted her wedding to Daniel to be a normal Earth wedding, with no alien interruptions.
She was about to tell Jack this when out the corner of her eye she saw Janet enter the commissary.
"There is Janet," she told Jack, indicating the doctor who was picking out her lunch from the dishes on offer. "I'm sorry Jack, I need to speak with her."
"Well, I should be getting back to...work anyway," he said and picked up his own tray. "Carter said something about...something. Thanks for the chat, Share. As always." He shot her a wink as he headed to dispose of his tray and leave the room, nodding to Janet as he passed her. The doctor soon saw Sha're and took Jack's place across the table.
"How are you feeling, Sha're?" Janet asked her.
"I am well, Janet," Sha're answered with a smile.
"I have been worried that the time loop would have had an effect on your medication," Janet admitted. "You haven't felt any side effects?"
"Not that I can tell," Sha're answered truthfully. It seemed that they had finally found the right combination of pills to relieve her depression, and yet didn't have drastic side effects.
"Good," Janet nodded.
"I have been feeling slightly tired, however," Sha're told her. "As you know General Hammond has allowed me to organise a program to teach the goa'uld language, but I have been unable to work on it properly."
"Perhaps we should adjourn to my office to talk?" Janet suggested.
"No, that is fine," Sha're told her. There were only a few people in the commissary, and none of them were sitting close enough to overhear. "I don't want to disturb your lunch-"
"No, no, go on," Janet smiled. "I would just give the new medication time to settle, and remember not to push yourself too hard. I think it is a good thing to keep your mind occupied with teaching, but don't exert yourself too much."
"I will try not to."
"Also..." Janet hesitated slightly before continuing. "Sha're, I think it is time for you to talk further about your experiences."
"What do you mean?" Sha're asked.
"This sort of thing is not my specialty," she explained. "Dr MacKenzie-"
"No," Sha're said firmly. "It's just...I feel much more comfortable with you Janet," she continued more softly. "If I were to have sessions with MacKenzie, I don't feel that I would be able to be fully honest."
Janet nodded. "If that is what you would like," she said kindly. "But at least allow me to consult with Dr MacKenzie sometimes, for his opinion."
"That would be fine," Sha're agreed. "It...it does feel better to talk about it," she admitted, bowing her head slightly. "I was so worried that when I told Daniel everything – every awful detail – that things would change between us. That he wouldn't look at me the same way." She looked up again, and gave Janet a hopeful smile. "But I feel that now we are closer and stronger than ever."
"I'm so happy for you, Sha're," Janet said, her pleased expression supporting her statement. "You both deserve to be happy."
Sha're laughed lightly. "We do," she said resolutely. "I finally believe that we do."