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SAM:

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            Sam watches her mother thoughtfully from her side of the couch, legs tucked beneath her and glass of wine in hand. She’s barely touched it, but the point is to relax - spending the night with Debra does wonders to distract her workaholic brain, truthfully, but Sam knows the other woman has so many questions. As much as she’d like not to dredge up her past, she also wants her mom to know the parts of her life that she’s missed. And it’s only fair, Sam herself has poked and prodded into so much of Debra’s life before her disappearance..

            Lips pull into a smile and she breaks the comfortable silence with a shrug.        “ Alright, go ahead - ask whatever you wanna know. Turnabout is fair play and all that. “

       a WARMTH fills debra’s chest at her daughter’s proposition. she hates that she missed so much, that the little girl she’d done so much to protect was now a fully grown woman, but the idea of getting to fill in even a few of those missing pieces salves the wound a little bit. now the dilemma: WHAT TO ASK FIRST ? she takes a sip of wine while she mulls over the possibilities. alright. ease into it.

       ❝ alright. WHY THE AIR FORCE ? ❞ she tries to keep her tone casual, when really she wants to strangle her husband for it. but this is sam’s life they’re talking about, and she wants to know about her daughter’s passions. ❝ was it something your dad FORCED you into or a choice you made on your own ? ❞

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“From the moment your children are born, you worry what the world might do to them. But you never stop to think what you might do to them. That we could be our own worst enemy.”

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SAM:

“Why did he wait so long to tell me? Does Mark know?”

       ❝ because he’s a carter. and a man. he’s PROUD. ❞ fingers gently comb through her daughter’s hair. ❝ i don’t think mark knows. he asked me not to tell anyone and if he’s just told YOU... ❞

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SAM:

“He told me about the cancer, Mom. “

       ❝ oh honey...come here. ❞

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SAM:

“Not… anything important.”

❝ samantha... ❞

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;; i have a lot of feelings about the fact that, barring verses where he’s alive, debra and jacob miss being reunited. like just….cry.

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       ❝ so...you and your dad...what happened ? and don’t tell me NOTHING because i can see that something’s wrong. ❞

               { @samantha--carter }

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SAM:

         ❛❛I doubt you and Dad had to worry about being court marshalled. It’s not just my feelings, this is - this is my entire life! We both know that it won’t be him who’s transferred out of the program, if the brass have to choose… We’re talking about the fraternization regs, Mom, they’re inflexible for good reason.❜❜Reasons they’d proven to be necessary more than once, if she were honest.    ❛❛I’m afraid of losing everything for a chance at something that may not even work ; it’s been years since the Za’tarc testing..❜❜

       ❝ and yet you wouldn’t be CONSIDERING it this much if you didn’t still feel something for him. ❞ debra’s hands land on sam’s shoulders and she meets her daughter’s eyes. ❝ how many times has virtually EVERYONE in the stargate program had to do something a little differently than most programs ? i’m not saying you should start BREAKING RULES left and right, but...you guys have earned some exemptions. ❞

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RONNIE:

            He’s pressing kisses everywhere he can reach - everywhere but her lips - and grinning, hands sitting on her hips. Ronnie’s glad for these small moments they get, even if they’re few and far between with her work. He wants more time with her, but he’d never ask her to retire because he knows how much she loves what she does.

                               “—Yeah?”    

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      ❝ mm-hm. ❞ she hums contentedly and just lets him kiss her. it’s been AWHILE since she’s been around him, and as such, it’s been awhile since she’s been able to feel so adored. she loves her job, but lord is it nice to be HOME with him. ❝ i think we’ve earned a weekend to ourselves, haven’t we ? ❞

       ❝ i told sam NO ONE’S allowed to call me unless it’s a matter of galaxy ending proportions. ❞

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Fraiser face kisses are a thing.

       ❝ oh how i’ve missed these. ❞

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SAM:

         ❛❛No, no that’s not-❜❜    A fresh wave of tears come at the sound of the other woman’s voice, her warm tone so achingly familiar that she can’t stop them from falling. God, she never thought she’d hear it again. She doesn’t even care to question her mother’s apparent profession – maybe later. The address had probably been too formal, but she’s not quite sure how to act. How do you approach an alternate version of your dead mother?

         ❛❛I’m sorry to intrude, I just…. I had to see you.❜❜    The mention of her aunt, of their family, makes her face crumble, a sob threatening to escape while she wipes furiously at her eyes, desperately trying to reign in her emotions even as her voice breaks.

         ❛❛It’s been a long time.❜❜

       and that’s MORE THAN ENOUGH for debra to figure it out. she steps forward and wraps her daughter in a hug. it’s clear from sam’s expression that for whatever reason, they never found her, which means this sam’s mother is either a host or DEAD ( and really, in a way, isn’t that the same thing ? ). she gently runs her fingers through sam’s hair, and she has to admit, she’s missed this. her own sam has been off on ASSIGNMENT for what feels like forever, and she needs a hug from HER BABY as much as this sam needs her mother.

       ❝ i’m sorry, sweetheart, i hadn’t realized... ❞ she pulls back after a moment, though she doesn’t go very FAR. ❝ what can i do for you ? how can i help ? you can stay here as LONG as you want, really. i...well it’s nice to see your FACE. ❞

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SAM:

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         She hadn’t thought this through, when one of the lab assistants had mentioned Agent Carter in passing conversation ; hadn’t thought much at all beyond connecting the dots from the girl’s brief explanation. She’d only settled on one thing before taking off from the lab she’d been given. Her mother is alive.

         Now she’s frozen outside the door to Debra’s office, fighting down the beginnings of tears. She has no right to be here, really – she isn’t this woman’s daughter. But the desperation she feels clawing in her chest won’t let her leave. Will she even want to see another Sam?

         But at the sound of approaching footsteps Sam steels herself ;  it’s probably now or never. She raps her knuckles against the door and waits for it to open, hardly daring to breathe.

         ❛❛M- Agent Carter?❜❜

       debra’s just been brought up to speed on the situation. they’ve run into alternate realities before, though not under debra’s tenure, and she knows this is something the sgc is becoming almost APPALLINGLY used to. she’s just about to go in search of this other sam herself when there’s a knock at her door.

       ❝ HEY THERE, ❞ she greets with a smile, ❝ what’s up with the title ? was i some sort of HARD ASS where you’re from ? oh god, please don’t tell me i was one of those AGENCY MOMS who insisted on grooming her kids to take her place, because i don’t care how hard it is, i will cross universes and knock some sense into my other self. come on in. SIT DOWN, have a cookie. i’m pretty sure your aunt hannah’s been sending them non-stop since i TOOK this job. something about keeping the workaholic side of the family fed. ❞

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oops. looks like you just found sam's sock drawer, complete with handcuffs and a blindfold.

       ❝ i think my knowing about sam’s sex life is gonna bother SAM more than me. ❞

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;; i have a lot of feelings about the fact that, barring verses where he’s alive, debra and jacob miss being reunited. like just....cry.

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JACK:

            This was usually the point in the conversation where he found a reason to high tail it outta there. Some things he just didn’t think about – wouldn’t let himself even go near it. “Well, you’re wrong – no offense, ma’am. Hey! Maybe you heard wrong. Maybe she meant Daniel.… He’s got that whole boyish charm thing going on.”

       ❝ oh she didn’t say anything to me. i can just tell. mother’s intuition, and all that.  look, jack, i’m not saying you have to do anything right NOW, i’m just saying...if my whole ordeal with the goa’uld taught me anything, it’s that you never know when you’re going to BLINK and it will be too late. i just...don’t want that to happen to you and sam. if there’s something there...you two have to stop being AFRAID. otherwise you’re going to be stuck with regret, and that’s a whole lot WORSE. ❞