Disclaimer: Well last time I checked I didn't own it, so Stargate SG1 belongs to MGM and Gekko Film Corp.

A/N: Thankyou so much to everyone who has reviewed, and special thanks to the people who have reviewed all three chapters of my story.

Feb04: I really wanted to try and get away from Janet's death, so I didn't incorporate your idea, sorry. Thankyou for the idea though.

A/N2: Well, I like to pretend that Pete actually died in Chimera, but he didn't so I had to introduce him sometime. Ohhhhhhhh. (Sighs dramatically)

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Chapter 4: Unexpected Encounters

Water trickled down the vibrant green of Sam Carter's plants, dripping down into the brown potting mix. Rebecca Mayers set down her spray bottle and looked at the healthy foliage.

Sam had rung her four days ago to see if there was any possibility of her looking after her plants for a few days , as she was heading to Los Angeles with Murray and Daniel, and Colonel O'Neill was still confined to his house after being shot.

'What on earth Sam would be doing in LA for work is anyone's guess.' Bec thought to herself snarkily.

A moment later she was startled as Sam's doorbell shrilled violently. Curious as to who would be calling, she walked to the door and opened it to find a tallish man with brown hair and eyes, and a lopsided smile. When he saw Bec his smile faltered a little, however.

"Hi. "

"Hi."

"I'm Pete Shanahan. And you're not Sam Carter."

Bec smiled. "No I'm not. I'm Rebecca Mayers, Sam's friend.

"Oh, yeah, Sam's told me heaps about you. I'm her boyfriend. It's great to meet you finally." He stuck out his hand.

Bec shook the offered appendage while trying to digest what she had just been told.

"It's lovely to meet you too. Do you want to come in?"

"Umm, if Sam's not back yet, then I'll come back later."

He started to turn away.
"Sam's coming home tonight?"

"Yeah, she messaged me saying that she was just about to get on a plane."

"Oh. Great. Are you sure you don't want to come in?"

"Yeah, thanks. It was nice to meet you Rebecca. I'll probably see you around later."

"It was nice meeting you too, Pete."

Pete turned and left. Bec closed the door slowly and walked through the hall to finish the watering.

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An hour later Bec was still at Sam's house making dinner for her friend, because she knew Sam well enough that if it was left her, Sam would simply come in and go straight to bed without eating. She was so preoccupied with trying to find pots and pans that she didn't hear the front door being opened and someone walking down the hall.

"Rebecca?" A male voice asked.

Bec jumped, hitting her head on the top of the cupboard door.

"Oww!" she hissed. She turned to see Colonel O'Neill standing in the doorway. She stood up hastily. "Colonel O'Neill," He raised his eyebrow at her, "Jack," she amended quickly. He smiled.

"I thought for a second Carter had dyed her hair, or was wearing a wig or something."

Bec looked at him steadily. "Come on, I'm the one that hit my head just now."

"Yeah, you okay?"

"I'm fine. What about you? I heard you were shot, and I also heard that you were confined to your own house."

"I'm okay, I've been shot before, and when they say you're to stay at home they don't really mean you to stay there for all of the specified time."

"Oh. No one knows you're here then."

O'Neill laughed. "No one. So, what are you doing here?"

"I was watering Sam's plants for her, when I found out she was getting home tonight. And knowing Sam, I thought I'd better make her something to eat, otherwise she wouldn't."

"Ah, good idea. I had the same, but I was just going to get take out for all of us."

All of us? "Are Daniel and Murray coming back here too?"

He simply nodded.

"Oh. I'll just wait until Sam gets back, then I'll go. I wouldn't want to interrupt you guys."

"Oh for crying out loud, you are like Carter! You wouldn't be interrupting. I'm sure she and the others would like it if you'd stay." Bec smiled hesitantly. "Especially if the stuff in the pot that smells so nice, is gonna be enough for five people?"

Bec smiled properly this time. "I think it might be, Col-Jack," She hastily corrected her almost slip.

"So is there anything you want help with?"

Bec looked at him warily. Sam had told her about the distinct lack of culinary talents from anyone on her team. "Er…no, that's fine. I think I've got it under control. Thanks, though."

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An hour later, Bec was putting the finishing touches on the salad when O'Neill got up and started walking out into the hall. "They're here."

When she listened carefully, Bec did actually hear footsteps shuffling in the hall. A little surprised he had heard them before she had, Bec began to make her way out of the kitchen. She stopped however, at the sounds that drifted back to her.

"Jack!"

"Sir!"

"O'Neill."

"Hi guys. Nice trip? Have fun Murray?"

"It was a most displeasing result O'Neill."

"Oh."

"Sir… correct me if I'm wrong, but-" Sam started, before she allowed Daniel to finish with-

"Aren't you meant to be resting at home?"

"Are you trying to get rid of me?"

A chorus of loud replies to the negative made Bec smile.

"Sooo……did you bring food? Pizza? Chinese?" Daniel sounded a little exuberant.

"Neither, actually Spacemonkey. There's something muuuch better in the kitchen."

"You cooked, Sir?" Sam couldn't quite keep the quaver out of her voice.

"Nope, not me."

Bec chose this moment to appear. "I did. Your kitchen is safe."

"Hey!" O'Neill was drowned out by the others.

"Bec!"

"Rebecca Mayers."

"Hi. Before you ask, none of your plants died and no, I did not talk to them."

Sam's eyes widened and she let out a cross between a growl and a sigh. Daniel and Jack merely exchanged evil glances with each other.

"Oh, you are so dead now." Sam muttered softly.

"What was that Sam, I don't think I caught it?" Bec asked with an evil grin of her own.

"Never mind."

Bec was about to lead the way back to the kitchen when she remembered her conversation with Pete. "Sam?"

"I met someone this afternoon; he was here, looking for you."

A look of consternation passed over Sam's face but was quickly gone again. "Um, do you guys want to go choose a movie, I want to talk to Bec quickly."

All three men nodded and walked into the living room in single file. Sam pulled Bec into the kitchen and closed the door, to both the living room and the hall.

"So, you met Pete?"

"Yeah. I wouldn't have thought he'd be your type. He seemed nice though."

"Look, Bec, I would've told you before, but I wasn't sure if it was going to last."

"Is that why you got rid of them?" Bec indicated the living room door.

"No. Yes. I don't know." Sam looked incredibly flustered. "I don't really like discussing relationships in front of them. It's……uncomfortable."

Bec was confused. "Are you embarrassed of Pete?"

"No. I just-can we not talk about that?"

Bec nodded. "Is it serious?"

Sam opened her mouth then paused, "No," she said finally, "I think Pete wants it to be, but, I don't really."

Bec took a deep breath and said, "Now, I'm going to tell you what you always used to tell me. If it's not going where you want it too, don't string it along and hurt him. It's not fair if you're just using him."

Sam nodded mutely.

"Okay, now, you guys are going to eat and I really should go home."

"No, you don't have to. Stay."

"It's all right Sam; I'm not leaving because I'm angry at you. I have stuff to do for Sarah and Kellie."

"Okay. I'll see you soon then." Sam smiled tentatively.

"Yeah, I'll ring you or something."

After saying goodbye to the three in the living room, and waiving off their offers of hospitality, Bec and Sam made it to the front door. As she stepped out onto the porch Sam said, "You're really not angry at me?"

Bec smiled, "I was a little when I first saw him, but only because you hadn't told me. Really, I'm not angry at all."

"Okay. Bye."

"Bye."

Sam closed her front door, and Bec made her way to her car. Once she was home she wondered how Sam's team mates, and in particular, one Colonel Jack O'Neill felt about Pete, but her train of thought was cut off as she walked into her warm house and saw Sarah, Kellie and Aaron in the living room watching the television. She smiled, and went to join them.

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An: I am sooooo sorry this has taken so long to update. I admit I may have been a little lazy. Any way, you guys have Nut 2 to thank for this chapter, as she has been nagging me about it for the last two weeks. I'll try to have the next chapter out quicker.

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