She called me Jack.
Not Colonel.
Not Sir.
Jack.
When she finally opened her eyes, before she even saw me there.
Like she knew I'd be by her side.
Like she knew I would never be anywhere else than by my Sam.
And I had to play it cool.
Pretend that it was her massive concussion, when all the time I knew.
I was practically dancing in the infirmary, I was so delighted.
But all I could do was babble on about Daniel and cake.
Hide the feelings.
And she thanked me.
But couldn't say for what.
Keep it cool, O'Neill.
"Think nothing of it- I've got plenty of that"
God, what a bluff.
All I wanted to do was take her in my arms and rock away the hurt.
So she would be safe.
Forever.
With me.
Amd all I could do was smile with my heart in my eyes and
hope she
saw.
I think so.
Yup.
Definetly hum-worthy.