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Day 1: Vacation
The first time they limited themselves to two hours. Jack hadn’t done this for years. They had talked about doing it long ago. On the nights off-world when things were quiet and they sat around talking of everything and nothing, Carter had once told O’Neill how much she loved the feeling of freedom it gave her. And she had confessed, through a rare crack in her tightly maintained distance, that she liked the feeling of power and control and the escape of singular immersion in an activity.
Jack, of course, had done it himself, so he understood why she loved it so much. But Sara hadn’t been a fan, said she had enough to worry about with him being deployed. After his months as a POW in Iraq, he saw her point and pushed any interest in it to the back of his mind. And then there was Charlie. Why wouldn’t he spend every available free moment with his son?
Sam, however, wasn’t Sara. Like him, she was a pilot. Like him, she sought risk in her adventures. Like him, she had a love for high performance machines. Like him, she had very few ties to the world of Be home on time, the practice of Sensible people don’t.
