Different Beginning

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This story is complete and was previously available on S&J always and forver only. This is the prequel to Choices which was first posted on and my first ever Stargate fic. Jack may seem OOC from canon but this AU, no need to read Choices first but reviews will be greatly recieved especially constructive criticism. I am currently writing my third Stargate fic, which will only be posted when it is completed. This fic is rated 18+ for later chapters, Enjoy!

Prologue

1990

Jack was stood on the balcony of his hotel room, looking over at the war memorial. He wanted to kill Kawalsky, dragging him here to Washington D.C for a stag weekend. Jack had only gotten back from assignment the week before and he wanted to spend time with Charlie his two year old son, who was back in Colorado Springs. However as Kalwasky's best man, he knew he had to come.

Sara was pissed at him that morning for going away so soon after his return from the Middle East; he knew that he and Sara had drifted apart since Charlie was born. When he was home he spent a lot of his time with Charlie, the son that he had barely seen grow up and he hated himself for it, but he was the light of his life, his only light in the murky world that he dealt with, he wanted to be with him, not being dragged around in D.C. He quickly dialled home, surprised when Sara answered on the first ring.

"Hey it's me"

"Jack, why you ringing?" She asked him.

"I wanted to talk to Charlie"

"Charlie's not here Jack, dad's having him tonight, the girls from work invited me out and since you weren't here I thought I would, you don't mind?" Jack knew that Sara was only asking him to be polite, she wouldn't ask for permission, and he never expected her too, they spent too much time apart for her not be independent.

"Of course not, have fun and I'll see you on Monday"

"Okay Jack, bye" Sara says, and quickly hangs up. Jack was disappointed about not being able to speaking to Charlie, he would normally call to speak to Charlie but knowing how impatient the guys were likely to get and knowing how much Charlie loved it at his grandfathers, he grabbed his jacket off the bed and left the hotel room.

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Getting down to the lobby, he didn't see any of the others around so he decided to get a drink in the hotel bar. As he sat at the bar nursing a beer as he waited for Kawalsky and the others to show up, he never noticed the blonde woman standing next to him.

"Excuse me, is this seat taken?"

"No" Jack said, not looking up from his beer, he wasn't in the mood for small talk.

"Sorry i didn't mean to intrude," she said noticing that he wasn't paying any attention to her. Jack looked up to see one of the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, standing next to him. Scanning the bar he could see all the men looking at her, like they wanted to pounce. He could see why, in a long deep blue gown which accentuated her blue eyes, she was beautiful.

"Sorry, take a seat..." He said indicating to the stool next to him; she flashed him a smile that lit up the whole room.

"Thank you" she said as she sat next to him. "Samantha Carter" she said introducing herself.

"Jack O'Neill, two Ll's" he said causing her to laugh, he couldn't explain it but he needed to make her laugh again, he reached out on shook her hand, their hands fitting together perfectly.

"Could I get you a drink, Samantha?" He asked her, Sam nodded trying to ignore the shoot of desire that she felt from him.

"A white wine, please" she asked, watching him as he ordered her drink for her, and thanking the barman when he placed the drink in front of them.

"So, you aren't from D.C are you?"

"Nope, just here for the weekend, it's a friend's stag weekend. Charlie is late as usual, how he ever survived in the military I don't know," he told her with a small smirk. Sam smiled, feeling her heart drop she avoided military men in general, but something about this man fascinated her.

"Military, you are military?"

"Yep, air force"

"Me too, well I guess it shouldn't be a surprise since this hotel is one of the favourite for military personal"

"Including you?" Jack asked, wanting… No, needing to know everything about her, he didn't know why but just that he needed to get to know her.

"Yes" she said, looking away from him, he was drawn to her like a moth to a flame, and she could feel how wet she was getting from just looking into his chocolate brown eyes.

"So, Samantha Carter," Sam involuntarily shivered at the way her name, the name she had always hated, rolled off his tongue, no one had ever made her feel so much desire from just saying her name, not to mention from just looking at them, even Jonas; her ex boyfriend never did.

They spent the next hour talking, Sam had never found someone so easy to talk to, but she would have stayed all night, just to talk to Jack O'Neill with two 'll's', she felt awful when he mentioned his wife. Confirming that nothing was going to happen between them and she felt disappointed, but she would never do that to another woman. Although hearing him talk about Charlie, and the way his eyes lit up, she knew he adored him and found strangely if she was to ever have children, she would want him to be the father.

She never noticed her friends watching her, deep in conservation with him. Jack never even noticed his friends walking into the bar, until Charlie came up to the bar that he finally noticed him, Jack turned back to Sam.

"Well that's my cue to leave, it was a pleasure talking to you Samantha, hope you have a good night" he said leaning down and kissing her on the cheek.

"You too Jack" she said as he walked away from her. She watched him walk out of the bar and apart of her hoped that she would see him again someday, knowing that he was taking a little piece of her heart with him.