Authors Note: I am a HUGE Sam & Jack Fan, always have been and even when I'm a shriveled old lady I still will be. This story is just a little ficlet that came to me one night. A little fluff for all of you who love Sam & Jack as much as I do. Takes place around the ep Lost City. Hope you enjoy it. Happy reading.

Disclaimer: I own nothing… intend no infringement… please don't sue.

"Stay."

It wasn't the word that stopped her, it was the tone he'd used when he spoken it. Not a command, a plea. She turned around to face him. Her eyes locked with his and she felt a thin mist of tears form on her eyes. "Sir," she whispered, her heart aching. She wanted nothing more at that moment than to wrap her arms around him.

"Please," he said quietly, pulling his gaze from hers, instead studying the half empty beer bottle in his hands. "I don't want to be alone right now."

The words were barely a whisper, but they echoed inside her as loud as an explosion. The words shook her, throwing her into a tailspin. She nodded, not trusting her voice to say what she wanted it to. She sat down beside him, taking the beer he offered her. She placed the bottle to her lips and took a long pull of the icy liquid, her eyes sliding shut. She felt the tears escape from her eyes, unable to stop them from falling.

"It could never be worth it," she choked out, lowering the bottle to rest in her lap. "No matter what we find, it won't be enough."

Jack watched her, feeling his throat tighten at her words. "Carter," he said quietly, placing his hand on her shoulder.

She moved quickly, pressing her lips to his before she could change her mind. She felt him stiffen in surprise and then relax into the kiss. She felt his hand on the back of her head, pulling her closer to him. Her hands framed his face, caressing the skin softly. She felt her tears slide over his skin and she pulled back from him slightly, resting her forehead on his.

"I don't want to lose you," she admitted, her eyes sliding shut.

"Sam," he said, his voice shaking unsteadily. "I…" She leaned forward and captured his lips again. She wrapped her arms around him. She closed her eyes, committing every sensation to memory. She heard the bottles crash into the floor as they shifted, moving to get closer.

A knock sounded on the door and they pulled apart reluctantly. Sam brushed her tears away and moved to recover the bottles of beer that had miraculously survived the fall more or less in tact; sans the beer of course, which had spilled across the throw rug underneath the coffee table. She sat the beers on the table and heard the front door open.

"Hello," Daniel's voice called out.

Sam looked at Jack, their eyes locking briefly. "In here," Jack called out, breaking the spell between them. Sam pulled a couple of bottles out of the six pack Jack had placed on the table and handed him one. She leaned back against the couch keeping enough distance between them for appearances but not any more than was strictly necessary.

Daniel poked his head around the corner with Teal'c in tow. "Oh," he said, stopping in his tracks when he saw Sam. "Are we interrupting anything?" He asked with a faint blush.

Sam and Jack traded a small smile and said almost simultaneously, "Nope," before taking a long pull off their beers.

THE END