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Author's Note: Written for Illmantrim

He had never looked at her, really looked at her before. For eight years she had been a friend, a colleague, a confidante, but he had never seen her as a woman. Oh, he knew she was a woman. He remembered how beautiful she had been in that blue dress and how guilty he had felt for having the thought because he was still married. Now, eight years later, he was a widower, and he wanted to be more than just friends.

Colonel Samantha Carter glanced up from her work, her blue eyes meeting his. She smiled.

“How long have you been standing there, Daniel?” she asked.

Daniel Jackson blushed and nervously pushed up his glasses. “Not long.”

“Okay.” She chuckled as she went back to work.

A few minutes passed and Daniel didn’t move. Sam looked up again.

“Is everything all right?” she questioned, her brow furrowing.

“Daniel started. “Oh, yeah. I just…just…wondered when you’d be down to dinner?” Very lame, Jackson, he thought.

“In a bit. I’ll meet you up there.” Then, she returned to her work.

Daniel sighed as he turned from the door. Someday he would tell her. Someday.


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