Title: Forks in the Road
Author: Jemma Rhodes
E-mail: jemme_ring@yahoo.co.uk
Story Status: Series in progress
Series/Sequel Info: Part 9/?
Season: One
Spoilers: Politics maybe. General knowledge.
Categories: Angst, UST and romance, general friendships.
Pairings: Sam and Jack
Rating: PG-14
Content Warnings: Swearing, adult situations.
Summary: This is a fork in the road fic - what would have happened if the SGC had of been shut down by Kinsey at the end of Politics and SG-1 hadn't gone through the gate?
Archive Permissions: Wherever I put it. SJ yes. Anyone else please ask!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters relating to Stargate. They belong to MGM and any of their associates. I'm just playing around with them for a little while!
File Size: 27 KB
Authors Note: OK…so this is a WIP!! I started writing this a long time ago and got quite a lot of it done.  However, I'm going to post it in parts to give myself a chance to finish it without everyone having to wait around for the ending. Oh…and it's my longest fic ever!! I'll tell you exactly how long when I post the final part! I'm really not sure about this one simply because I wrote it so long ago, so any feedback will be welcomed!! The reason I decided to finish this is because of the challenge put forward by Sam on the SamJack group! (Hope this is what you were kind of looking for!!) Anyway, enough babbling…here we go…



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*A week later*

The journey I made a week ago was one of the hardest I've ever had to do. Getting from A to B is normally pretty easy for me, but upon arriving at said B this time, I found myself lost, disorientated and empty.
Some snotty Pentagon twerp met me at the terminal and escorted me to a black car at the front of the airport. The drive to my new "home" wasn't too long and I was instructed to come to the headquarters as soon as I had settled in; with my one bag.

When I got to the Pentagon itself I was loathed by the amount of paper I had to fill in. I don't remember there being this much when I first joined the SGC. When I eventually got to the main facility area, I am surprised that Kinsey didn't shut this down too. Although, I guess he's a bit keener on all the alien technology they keep here. And I mean alien technology. Everything that has been brought back from off world is here. My job is now to study and backwards engineer everything. A high order.

My new CO is General Lloyd. He's OK. A bit cloak and daggery, but OK I guess. He'll never be a General Hammond or Colonel Jack O'Neill, but he's OK.

I eventually got to go "home" four hours later. It's not a bad place. Smaller than my house in Colorado Springs, and empty until my furniture arrives. It has the bare essentials - a phone, running water, a fridge-freezer, and kettle, that kind of stuff.

The first person I phoned surprisingly was not Jack. It was Daniel. I didn't even get a chance to say goodbye to him. We talked for well over an hour. He told me about the gate being buried, but even he didn't know where it had been. We also talked about Sha're. I never got a chance to talk to him about how he was dealing with the fact he was never going to see her again. That was a lengthy discussion, and involved quite a lot of emotion but we got through it. I promised to phone him whenever I could and then we said goodbye. Just like Jack and I had done. Jack and I. God I wish he were here. But he can't be, I know that. The work I'm now doing is the highest level of secrecy, he still has things to do in Colorado, and who knows where I'll be from one week to the next. I'm going to be travelling all over the world meeting with other scientists, discussing liaisons of technologies and so on. It would never have worked.

Picking up the phone again I punch in Jack's number. The ringing begins through the receiver.
'Hello?' comes a tired and rather fed-up sounding voice.
'Hey,' I almost breathe down the phone at the relief of hearing his voice.
'Sam, hi,' he replies in a similar way.
'How are you?' I ask timidly, afraid of the answer.
'Terrible,' he answers honestly. 'You?'
'Same.'
'God Sam, I miss you so much already.'
'I know, I miss you too.'
And that's how the conversation went. I couldn't tell him a lot about the new work I was doing, but we talk ed about us and what had happened before I left, reassuring each other that had things been different we would want each other.

That was one week ago. Seven days. Since then I've been too busy to phone either him or Daniel. The Pentagon really doesn't hang about when it comes to work. I've been at it virtually night and day, worse than when I was at the SGC.
All my stuff, including my car got delivered a couple of days ago, although a couple of days later than I was promised. Not that it matters; I haven't even had time to unpack.

It's nearly midnight as I walk out of the main building into the car park, the cold night air seeping through my skin. I'm going to go home, and I'm going to phone Jack. I don't care it's the middle of the night, and I'm pretty sure he wont either. This is the first time all week I've had to get near a phone, and damn it I'm gonna use it! I need to hear his voice. The thought of this makes me walk a little quicker. As I do I look up to the sky at the stars. Jack loves the stars. He told me. I can only hope he's looking up at them now. Two in particular catch my attention. They are brighter than the rest…. especially when they explode into fireballs.
Oh my god.
As I run back into the building phones everywhere start to ring. The only words I catch in the confusion are:
'Two mother ships,' and 'destroyed.'
Shit…

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End of Part 9

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11/11/2002