March 3rd

Sam's found a new boyfriend. She told me that since I was having so much fun with Jack, she was feeling left out. So, we're going on a night out – her, the new boyfriend, Jack and me. Plus, she wants us to vet him. Considering the choices in boyfriends she's made lately, it's not really surprising.

We're going out tomorrow evening, to the new Italian place down the road. I hope Jack doesn't embarrass me… he seems to have a habit of doing that recently. It's the whole romance thing

It's cute in an 'oh my God I hope no one from the SGC sees this' kind of way.

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March 5th

Sam's boyfriend was all right, right up to the point when he saw Jack and I holding hands. He went a bit mad. Said that he'd been sat opposite two fags the whole meal and had put up with it without saying a word, but it was too much to have to watch it.

Jack decked him – only a moment before Sam would have, but she was at the wrong angle. He broke the guy's nose.

I'm not sorry. I should be, but… the pacifist side of me did a runner.

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March 6th

Sam split up from her boyfriend today. Very, very publicly. She went to his office and used her best – read loudest – 'captain' voice. Apparently, he was humiliated. Jack gloated so much when Sam passed on the news, it was faintly disturbing.

She told me today that she thought we had the right idea and had decided to become a lesbian. The look on Jack's face was absolutely priceless. For a colonel, he's amazingly gullible. I hope they won't take it too seriously – he's no fun when he's distracted.

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March 9th

Jack left for his mother's house this morning. It's her birthday tomorrow, but I'm not going up there. I didn't think she'd exactly approve. Jack said otherwise, but I think he understood.

I miss him already. He's been gone for a week. It's the longest we've been apart since we started dating.

It's disconcerting, sat here writing in bed without his weight beside me. It's been nearly a month now, and we started staying in the same bed (mine) a week ago. Not that we've had… we've… crap, can't believe I can't even say 'sex' in my own journal. We haven't had sex. Right, there.

Great, now I'm arguing with my journal.

March 11th

Jack rang today. He misses me. He's having a nice time with his parents – a 'nice time'. Great. Good for him.

I'm snowed under with translation work, three of my team are off sick and I'm due to go off world tomorrow. So, it'll be at least another week before I see him, even if I do manage to escape the paper work once I come back.

I miss him, too.

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March 15th

Stupid Emerson. Stupid aliens. Stupid, muddy, freezing planet with stupid ruins. I'm miserable, and I want to go home

I miss home.

I miss home with Jack.

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March 19th

Jack got home today. I can't talk to him, not properly, for another three days. I'm practically counting down the hours, when I'm not huddled in a little ball at the base of the obelisks I came to look at.

They are beautiful. The script is so intricate, and it uses a form of Linear B that I've only seen perhaps once before.

Maybe the freezing cold is worth it for this.

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March 21st

I'm supposed to be going home today. I'm going to ask General Hammond for an extension, of maybe three days. These ruins just deserve more time.

And… there's another reason why I want to stay here.

Jack's at home. He's spent a week with his parents, being the good, diligent son. I'm just… a little worried that he'll have changed his mind about this thing we have going on.

I'm worried he'll have changed his mind about me. And I don't think I can deal with that.

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March 22nd

Still on P9A-XR1. When I spoke to General Hammond, he seemed fairly happy to keep us here for another three days.

Jack turned up half way through our conversation. He was just hanging around in the background, smiling to himself, but when I asked for the extension he just stared at me, looking a little shocked. I don't think he was expecting that.

He didn't say anything, though, just vanished behind a couple of airmen.

I felt my face fall a little, but kept talking. I don't think anyone noticed.

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March 27th

More supplies came through today. After General Hammond granted a second, longer, extension – Jack wasn't there to see it, this time – we decided we'd need more kit to do a proper examination. Among the archaeological equipment – not much, just a couple of things in a bag and a few books – was a letter. It was from Jack, but I'm not sure quite what he means.

I get that he has to be discrete – anyone could read it, even though it IS addressed to me – but still. It's… short. And it could mean… well, there's a lot of options.

I'll leave it in here until I can think of a better place to put it.

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Letter inserted into diary after the March 27th entry


I don't understand. What's so interesting about these ruins that keeps you from coming back? I'm not that bad. You could always say something, I'd stop bothering you.

I think we need to have a talk. When you come home, come round to my place. I'll be waiting with beer and pizza.