SPOKEN
She rarely ever said it.
It represented all the things she couldn't allow herself. She said 'Sir'. That was always safe and fell easily into conversation when she tried to explain to him how an alternate universe theory could be true in scientific probability. How a naquada reactor could be linked with Earth technology to result in an even greater benefit.
She also said 'Sir' when the mood was light between them, to remind herself that she shouldn't be lightheaded around him. Otherwise the 'Sir' could be turned into something else. Something, forbidden.
She said it when she saw him fall to the ground. Not knowing if he was dead, as every fear rose into her throat and forced itself out of her mouth as a scream.
He was 'Colonel' when the odds seemed especially stacked against them, or when she disagreed with his plan of action, but submitted to his rank.
But 'Jack' she only used in the most intimate of situations, at least, as intimate as it ever got between them. And in those times it would surprise them both. So to be able to just say it freely now, seemed like such an amazing gift to her that she found herself just saying it to satisfy herself that she could.
So, as they sat on the dock, just them. Her head on his shoulder and his arm wrapped around her waist, Sam said "Jack."
"Yeah?" He responded softly, waiting for her to continue. Instead Sam lifted her head, looked him in the eyes and just smiled at him.
The question in his eyes was replaced with knowing, and understanding of what she was feeling. When she replaced her head on his shoulder, Jack smiled and just said confidently, "Yeah."
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