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Gen. Jack O'Neill ([personal profile] has_2ls) wrote2010-03-11 12:44 pm
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For Sam [TR]

Island life meant a lot of fishing and sitting around twiddling his thumbs but at least the ITF provided him with something to work toward, even if it was Special Forces reserves or something. Something was better than nothing, after all, and it gave him the motivation to do the intense PT that he hadn't really done since showing up on the island.

PT was easy when you were in the field; running for your life didn't really seem like work so much as...running for your life. Jack tried to keep that in mind while he swam and ran and hiked until his lungs burned and his knees twinged. He'd still run with Sam later but he...he'd been having a hard time sleeping since the night she'd stayed with him and he refused to acknowledge that might be because she wasn't sleeping next to him.

He knew Sam would probably be awake; it was first light now and she had always been an early riser. Still damp from the shower, he brought her coffee just the way she liked it and some fruit from the compound and knocked on her door, hoping he'd catch her before she went to go fiddle with whatever she was fiddling with these days.

"Sam? You up yet?"
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[personal profile] gate_expert 2010-03-11 06:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Sam was indeed awake and up and dressed, sitting at her table with some books and papers, but she wasn't really paying much attention to them yet. She had realized not long after waking what day it was--it was easy to lose track of the exact date here--and she was thinking a little more about that than about the equation-filled pages in front of her.

"Yeah," she called, very grateful that Jack had interrupted her thoughts. "Come on in."