Passwords
By Bren Ren
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Summary: Sam needs a new password.
Disclaimer: You guys left this one wide open, so you only have yourselves to blame. As usual.
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"There you are!" Jack's voice nearly startled Sam right out of her chair. "What are you doing? It's three o'clock in the morning."
"I know," Sam answered. "I couldn't sleep. This is driving me nuts."
"Short trip," Jack quipped. Sam treated him to a Teal'c-like raised brow. Jack began massaging her neck in lieu of an apology. "What's driving you nuts?"
"My password." Jack frowned quizzically. "For my personal files," she clarified. "I didn't think I was going to make it, so I gave it to Cam so he could make sure some letters got delivered."
"But you made it." The relief in his voice was unmistakable, prompting Sam to lean her head against his hip as he continued to hover beside her.
"So now I need a new password."
Jack glanced at the screen of her laptop before lowering his head until his mouth was pressed gently against her ear. "How 'bout 'fishing'," he suggested.
Sam shook her head. "That was the old password."
"Ah. I see the dilemma," Jack said in an enlightened tone.
"Yes, because after 'fishing', everything else just seems…"
"Pointless?" Jack offered after she trailed off.
"I wouldn't say that," Sam returned with a teasing smile. "But it is a tough act to follow."
"Mmm," Jack replied, still nuzzling her ear. "Well, how about… 'doohickey'?"
"That's more a you-password than a me-password, I think," Sam answered, her smile still teasing.
"'Hockey'?"
Sam shook her head again. "You're still thinking Jack-words."
"Ice-capades?"
This one prompted a full out laugh from Sam. "What planet are you from, and what have you done with my husband?" Jack chuckled. "That's it!"
"Seriously? 'Ice-capades'?"
"No. Planet." A few clicks of the keyboard later, Sam nodded in satisfaction. She closed the lid of her laptop, pulled out a pad of post-it notes and a pen, and scribbled something down before passing the top sheet to Jack. "Just in case. Put it someplace safe."
Jack looked at the slip of paper and smiled approvingly. "P3X-595. Now there's a planet to remember."
Sam grinned as she slowly rose from her chair. A grimace had Jack wrapping his arm gingerly about her waist to assist. "Easy there, Carter. You're still recovering."
Sam quirked a brow at him. "Carter?" she repeated. "We're at home, you know. Thought we had an agreement."
"Sorry, Sam," he said, emphasizing her given name. "Habit."
"Yes, sir." Jack gave her a pointed look, and she was sure she'd have earned a playful swat to her six if she'd been fully recovered. "Back to bed?"
"By all means." Jack began leading her back to their room. "You know, I was thinking—
"Uh oh. That's dangerous."
Jack refrained from rising to her bait this time. "We're a little overdue for some fishing. Since you're still on medical leave and the boys in DC aren't clamoring for my return, what say we head up to the cabin?"
"I'd say… that's the best idea you've had since…" Before she could finish, Jack scooped her up off her feet, with due care, making her squeal with almost child-like delight. As he kicked the bedroom door closed behind them, he began kissing her with all the pent-up passion of a man who'd just nearly lost the love of his life. Because really, he was.
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{A/N ~ In case it's slipped your fron, P3X-595 is the planet that was mentioned in Emancipation, the one where Sam drank that stuff that made her take off her...}