Road Trip – Chapter 6
Finally! Another chapter posted. What was supposed to be a Spring Break of fanfiction writing turned into a week of parallel parking and still not getting my driver's license. Very frustrating. But alas, I have found both time and inspiration, so here's the next chapter. Thanks so much for reading and for your reviews and for sticking with me even though I've been terrible at updating as fast as I would like!
Sam tiptoed through the hall towards the kitchen. It was only 5:00 in the morning. Way too early, but it was what she was used to. She grinned as she heard loud snoring coming from the living room. She made a beeline for the coffee pot, and found it was already warm.
"Carter, do you ever sleep?"
Sam whirled to her right to see Jack leaning against the counter, his own mug of coffee in his hands.
"I could ask the same of you, sir."
"Ah-ah," he motioned at her with his cup. "We're on a first name basis from now on, remember?"
"Sorry, old habits," she decided not to point out that he had faltered as well.
Pouring her own coffee, she leaned against the counter adjacent to him.
"So, have you talked to Pete yet?" he asked conversationally.
"Can we not talk about that?" Sam grimaced.
"It's okay… I actually just called him last night," she admitted.
"What'd he say?" he asked softly.
"He wanted to know if I was happy."
"Are you?" he looked right at her. She looked straight back.
"I don't know," she admitted.
Here was one of those instances where Jack O'Neill didn't know what to say. Not yet anyway. He nudged her in the shoulder.
"Let's go get some breakfast."
Dressed in one of her new sundresses, Sam climbed into the front seat of the car.
"Anybody else up yet?" Jack asked her.
"Not that I noticed."
"Good. That should give them plenty to talk about while we're gone."
Sam grinned. She knew from experience that it didn't take much to fuel Cassie's imagination.
They didn't speak much on the drive, just enjoyed each other's company. For once, because she honestly couldn't remember this ever happening before, she was out with Jack, in civilian clothes, on a first name basis. In California.
Even though it was early, the sun felt warm through the window creating a cozy atmosphere and making Sam feel relaxed as a kitten. The smells from the salt water and sand, the sun-warmed car, and Jack's aftershave mingled together. It was intoxicating and relaxing all at once. She knew if she were to die right now, she would be dying… happy.
"I am," she stated quietly.
"I'm sorry?" Jack turned to her.
"I am happy," she repeated as she reached over and laced her fingers through his. Jack squeezed her hand in response.
Two days later, they got called back to the base. It was miraculous they'd gotten away with as much time as they did. After all, their group did include the SGC's commander, chief science officer, head archeologist and linguist, CMO, and leader of the Jaffa rebellion.
There was an unspoken agreement made,so no one questioned when Daniel chose to ride with Janet, Cassie, Hailey, and Malcolm, allowing Sam and Jack to drive together.
They hadn't really altered their circumstances. They still weren't allowed to be together. But something felt different. Like changes were coming their way, and they were ready for them.
Woohoo! Finally finished! Not the way I'd planned, but it works. The ending kind of tied in season 9 rumors in a non-spoiler kind of way. Thank you so much for reading! I hope this last chapter didn't disappoint. I know you were expecting more, but I just really felt like I had to end it and move on to something else. And thanks for your patience as well!
Best wishes and lots of love!