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2000: Doing it right the first time round

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Sam was nervous as she stood at his door, she wasn’t sure if he’d want her there. So she stood in a limbo. He had been so adamant, so sure and he had left under such protest.

“You’re making a mistake!”


“Oh come on Daniel, don’t you think this is all too good to be true.”

“No—Jack this could save us from the Goa'uld. Its a small price to pay.”

“At what cost?” he asked.

“Sir!” Sam exclaimed.

“Come on Carter think about it, you’re the smartest person here, why are they doing this?”

“because they’re our allies.” She had said looking him in the eyes.

She stood ashamed remembering the look of pain in his eyes, it wasn’t Daniel or the General or even Teal’c who had invoked that look of hurt and betrayal in his eyes.

It was her.

“Airman remove the colonel from the facility.”

“Oh don’t even bother!” he had told them glaring at the Aschen delegate then he turned and looked at the General “Just remember I said this when it goes South.” He said, he pulled off his tags and tossed them on the table “that’s it I’m through, consider this me quitting.” He walked towards the stairs calling behind him “I’ll see myself out.”

She took a couple of deep breaths before she knocked on the door, it took a few seconds but he opened the door. “What?” he said to her shortly.

“Can I come in sir?” she asked him.

“Not sir anymore.” He said equally as short.

“Please?” she asked him to which he stood aside. She walked past him and walked to his living room and sat down on the edge of the sofa, he sat on the opposite side of the sofa and started drinking his beer again. “I wanted to talk to you about the treaty negotiations with the Aschen—”

“Carter--!” he started.

“Please, sir, please hear me out.” She insisted. He wouldn’t look at her but scoffed and continued to drink. “Sir—” she started but then paused “Sir—I  know you don’t trust the Aschen, that you think there’s some other motive then our friendship and honestly I can’t see it.”

“Look if you came—” he started but she interrupted

“But you can!” she insisted a little louder. “an—and that’s enough for me.”

He looked at her amazed for a moment, his beer dropping onto his knee before he whispered “What?”

“I trust the Aschen—but I trust you more.” She clarified “and if you say we need to be more cautious, if you say we can’t trust them, I trust that judgement.”


“I’ve had to put my life in your hands so many times—this is me doing it again.” She took a deep breath to calm herself “I’m sorry about this afternoon, you were right. So until I know they can be trusted, then I can look at this with a critical eye.” 

He moved across the sofa and sat next to her “C’mere.” He told her as he wrapped his arms around her. She leaned in and wrapped her arm around his waist. “Carter.” He whispered.

“Are you really not coming back sir?” she asked him still wrapped in his arms.

He shook his head “You know I can’t after that, I have to stick by my word, if I go back they’ll only demand I fall in line and I can’t, I can feel it in my gut.”

“You might try Sam.” She whispered to him before he moved back a little and looked into her eyes. “My name you might try my given name sir.”

“Samantha.” He whispered with a grin appearing at his lips. “Right back attcha.”

“Jack.” She said with a smile on her lips.

“So Danny Teal’c?” he asked her hopefully but his hopes dashed when she shook her head.

“Danny thinks the sun shines out of their butt, it was tasking even to me.” She told him which made him chuckle. “And Teal’c is hoping this is the Jaffa’s saving grace.”

“So its just us?” he asked her his hand resting on her waist to which she nodded. “Sam?” he asked before she nodded “What about Joe?” he asked.

She smiled and shook her head “he’s nice enough and everything just—” she paused long enough for him to ask


“—I haven’t been able to get someone else out of my mind.” She whispered.

“Oh yeah?” he asked hopeful his nose rubbing with hers.

“Yeah.” She said. “Because I care about him—” she continued and looked him in the eyes “a lot more then I’m suppose to.”

With that he closed the gap between their mouths.

He lay next to her sometime later, she cuddled into the side of him, her hand skimming over his chest, her eyes shut. “Well if nothing else good comes from all of this—” he said planting a kiss in her hair, she looked up and giggled at his words. “When I remembered who I was with Jonah, all I could think was he was a lucky bastard.”

Sam looked up and into his eyes “You were jealous of yourself?” she asked him, which made him chuckle and she reached up and kissed his jaw.

“Sam how are we going to do this?” he asked her “How are we going to fight them?”

“Everything I learn I’ll share with you.” She said simply.

“Sam, you know there are laws preventing that.” He said seriously “I don’t want your career ruined over this.”

“If the treaty goes the way its meant to I won’t be really soon, you know that.” She pointed out.  “the laws or my career.”

“its not like I have a problem with the Stargate Programme going public, its not like I like hiding part of my life—its just all the other stuff we’d be giving up. De-militarising leaving ourselves defensiveness, not against each other even, against every other race out there. Breaking our treaty with the Asgard—it all just seems—”

Sam swallowed “Objectively what if we came into contact with an alien race even more superior? What if we might have thought about a solution but it was unobtainable because we destroyed our old way of life?”

He stroked in her hair and whispered “I wish I didn’t have to do this to you, you know. Make you suspicious.” He told her.

“If it means saving the earth—” she said with a smile to him. “If it means we have a chance—” she added with a look at him.

His heart melted all over again “I can’t tell you what this means to me, that you’re here with me now, that we’re giving us a go, that we’re in this together.”

She smiled and then kissed him “Its simple, I love you Jack.”

“I love you too Samantha.” He whispered.

“The treaty itself appears to be as you predicated, by what they would tell us.” Sam told him the following night as they sat down for a beer together.

“They?” Jack asked.

“Flaxon and the Ashen.” Sam said to him.

He looked at her and could tell the clogs were turning in her head “What is it?”

“We have to give them all of our technology, all of our knowledge of the Stargate system.” She said quietly. “Just I don’t mean to be sentimental about machines or anything but—I don’t know—its one thing to happen across how the stargate works like we did, then to ‘map out’ and explore, but if they are so advanced, shouldn’t they have figured this out already? Then they give us a list of planets we can’t go to? I don’t get it?”

“What’s on those planets?” he asked.

“I’m not sure, but General Hammond has put all exploratory missions through the gate on hold.” She told him.

“He’s what!?”

“But what we get in return is a list of planets we can visit, who are part of the alliance. Once of course the stargate programme goes public.”

“And the president approves?” he asked her.

“The technology they are willing to share will neutralise the Goa'uld threat.”

“But at what cost?” he asked. He took a breath and thought for a moment before he asked her “I want you to do something.”