Warning is available in part one
Author's Notes: I wanted to thank you all for the reviews! It was so happy to hear from all of my readers. More angst, here.
Sam emerged herself into an experiment that was placed on the back burner when she started her relationship with Jack. Choking back tears, she started fiddling with the alien object. "That's fine," she thought to herself. "All of my romantic relationships never go anywhere anyway. Why would they? I'm a hard-ass Colonel in the Air Force. Most of my feminine qualities are gone. At least I have my lab and experiments. I'm destined to be an old mad scientist." She shook the thoughts of regret, self-sabotage and pure sadness away in the back of her head to get back to what was important. The SGC needed her brain, needed her for what she was good for. Science and pulling ideas out of her butt… head to save the world.
"Colonel, I didn't expect you back for a couple days," General Landry said, stepping into her lab.
"General. Yes, my plans have changed slightly. You don't mind if I stay?"
"No, but it's late. You look like hell. Go to sleep for a few hours and you can get back to your toys."
"Thank you, Sir."
"Now, go. I'll wait to make sure you follow orders."
"I always do."
"So I hear," he replied.
She awoke to find a body lying next to hers. She immediately tensed, and slipped out of his arms. He was shirtless, wearing only his boxers and his hair stuck up in every direction. He looked relaxed. If she wasn't so angry with him, he might have even looked endearing.
"What are you doing here, Sir?" she asked tersely.
"Huh?" he murmured. "I talked to Hank. He said that you were in no position to work and confined you to your quarters. I thought that I'd find you at home.
"I don't feel comfortable with you in here, Sir. If you'll excuse me, I'll let myself out."
"No!" he exclaimed. "You can't leave! What is going on with you?"
"Is that an order, General?" she responded acidly.
"No," he said, deflated.
"Thank you, Sir," she said and left the room.
He scrubbed his hands over his face, and decided it was best to investigate what made his Sam respond so coldly to him. With Sam's elevated status, her quarters offered a shower that she didn't have to share with anyone. He took advantage of it and put on a well-worn pair of BDU's. It only had one star on it. Before Sam's emotional explosion, he was going to ask if she'd design a holographic second star for his uniform. That was obviously out of the question now. What would make her so mad, that she would storm out of her quarters? He thought she would be happy to see him.
It had been months since they had seen each other. He wanted her more during that short amount of time than he thought humanly possible. Two months ago, he had given her a key to his Washington apartment, as well as the deed to his house in Colorado. If they were going to get married, they were going to need a home for them to feel comfortable in. What had he done in the past few months that could make her react in such a ridiculous way?
His first stop was an obvious one. Daniel was a source of comfort for all of the team. He seemed to have a very special aura about him that bred logic and compassion. It may have been because he'd ascended a couple of times, or that was just who he was. He knocked on his office door, but let himself in.
"Danny, I've got a bit of a problem. Have you seen Carter around this morning?"
"What the hell do you want?" he spat.
Jack was taken aback. He physically moved a couple steps back, surprised at the venom in Daniel's voice.
"Whoa. Thanks for the welcome back. Is there some alien virus going around that I wasn't informed about?"
"You're more of a bastard than I expected."
"Can you tell me what is putting everyone in such a bad mood? Jeez, you're worse than Carter was this morning."
"Did you touch her? I swear if you did anything else to hurt her," he said, jumping out of his chair.
"I don't see why that'd be any of your damn business, Dr. Jackson!" he said, his voice rising.
"Is there a problem in here, Gentleman?" General Landry's voice said, booming over the top of the two of them.
"General O'Neill was just leaving," Daniel said angrily.
"See to it, that if you're having a personal discussion, that you shut your office door. General, I'd like to see you in my office. Daniel, if you have any more issues, I would appreciate it if you'd contact security, rather than having a shouting match. Understood?"
"Yes, Sir," he responded respectfully.
"Let's go, Jack."
As soon as the two of them left, he picked up the phone.
"Teal'c?" he said, "It's time for plan B."