Re: Sam/Jenna
Sam reached for her, and he eased her onto the floor with him, so he could hold her. He'd stopped holding her like this when she was little, the tough girl who wouldn't cry, and now here they were, sitting on a kitchen floor, trying to make sense of their lives.
"We can reach some sort of compromise," he said. "You report to Morgan for work, so that's easy. The training doesn't really require orders, baby. So we really won't have to deal with it unless we're on the run, and in that case, I'm not sure that anyone gets much of a choice. We follow strict chain of command, because lives depend on it, but that's really a very extreme situation. In our everyday life, you won't have to take orders from me, but you still might have to take orders from G. Family or not, he's in charge of classes, and if I can listen to him, so can you."
He brushed her hair, while holding her close. "I was ready to leave, Jenna. That's probably the best way to put it. You're still at a point where you want to go back. It's your first time, so it's normal, but after a while, if you keep working in special forces, after a while, it just loses its thrill. You've done everything, seen everything. I guess it was easy to adjust because I was looking for a change."