A/N

so I've been enjoying writing these short fun light hearted stories. So here's another one

hope you all enjoy :)

set late season 2 / early season 3

Don't own em

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Sam walked through the halls of the SGC and sighed. She should have gone with him. She'd run to catch him up, to tell him to wait, that she wanted to come fishing after all. But he'd already gone.

She came to a stop outside a grey steel door that looked just like all the other grey steel doors in the corridor. She twisted the object in her hands, then stopped abruptly when she realised what she was doing. He wouldn't thank her for finding his favourite cap if she ripped it apart before giving it to him.

She knew he wasn't in there, even so she couldn't help but knock on the door and call out his name. Well, not his name exactly, she had a hard time thinking of him as 'Jack' and not 'Sir' or 'Colonel'.

When there was no reply she turned the doorknob. Standing in the doorway Sam took in the interior of his room, dully illuminated by the fluorescent lights in the corridor. She told herself it was just a room, that it was the same as all of the other quarters on the base. As she shut the door behind her, she was enveloped by darkness and knew that wasn't true. The steel door was thick, as were the concrete walls, so it was very dark and very quiet in there now. With two of her senses deprived of input, her others kicked into overdrive. And he was there. She was overwhelmed by his scent and she heard herself groan. Thank God he's not actually here...that would have been embarrassing!

She brought the cap she was holding close to her face and the sensation of him being close became even stronger. She dropped it on the end of his bed, well she hoped she did. It is really bloody dark in here!

All of a sudden, thinking of his bed, she was so tired. The dark, the quiet and the sense of him enveloping her gave her the almost overwhelming desire to lay down and simply sleep.

She stood motionless, undecided on what to do. She could explain coming in here in the first place, but it didn't take hours to return a cap. But would anyone really notice that she'd walked into the wrong room on the security camera in the hallway?

She reached out a hand to where she though his bed...his bed...would be, and when she felt the soft blanket below her fingers she moved towards it. She sat down on the side of the bed and kicked off her boots losing them in the darkness. Then she lay back, her head on his pillow. His pillow...where his head lays...

She turned her head and buried her nose in it and that same breathy moan escaped her lips. Pulling his pillow down sideways she laid her head at the top and wrapped her arms around the middle. In moments she was asleep.

"Calm down Colonel," General Hammond warned his 2IC as he sat grumpily in the chair across the desk.

"But General," Jack complained. "You know I had important plans this week."

The General chuckled. "I'm sure all the fish that aren't in your pond in Minnesota will wait a bit longer for you Jack."

Jack huffed. "Was it really necessary to have them run me off the road?"

"You ran the road block Colonel!"

Jack couldn't argue with that. He had his heart set on spending this week at his cabin and he didn't mind admitting he was mightily pissed off that his plans had been thwarted, so he was not about to make it easy for them to drag him back. Not as pissed as you would have been if Carter had been in the truck with you, his brain kicked in. Shut up!

"So are you going to fill me in on what was so important I have to miss out on not catching fish?"

"It's getting late Jack, I'll call a briefing in the morning."

Jack nodded his approval of the idea.

Hammond gazed at his wayward 2IC and sighed. "Dismissed Colonel."

Jack stood and sketched a loose salute. "Don't you stay up too late now General," he called back over his shoulder as he walked out the door.

The General smiled and shook his head. As he yawned widely he thought he'd take Jacks advice and head home.

Jack walked along the corridor leading to his quarters, his duffel slung easily over one shoulder.

Closing his door behind him he dropped his duffel on the floor, deciding to not even bother turning the light on. He rubbed at his tired eyes with the palms of his hands. All he wanted to do was shrug out of his clothes and fall into a dead sleep for at least the next six hours. As he pulled his t-shirt over his head he realised there was no way he would have made it to his cabin tonight, though he was still a little pissed thinking that by the time they had managed to turn him around and he had driven back he would have been two thirds of the way there. It was a big truck and it wouldn't have been the first time he'd spent the night on the side of the road in it. He kicked his shoes and socks over to join his jacket and shirt back in the direction he'd dropped his duffel. As he flicked open the button of his jeans he moved towards his bed stumbling over his boots on the floor.

"Damn it!" He cursed under his breath. I could have sworn I left them in the bottom of my locker...

Kicking them aside he moved forward until his knees made contact with the side of the bed. He lowered his zipper and pushed his jeans down his legs stomping on them to get them all the way off. He reached down and grabbed the top of his covers and pulled them down. Scratch that. Tried to pull them down. What the hell?! He wondered as he tugged harder, his brain not able to process why his covers wouldn't pull down. They were always so cooperative any other time.

Leaning down a little lower he pulled hard and heard a muffled grunt as something large hit the floor on the other side of his bed. What the freakin hell?!

He quickly reached down and flicked on his bedside lamp, his highly trained body coiled ready to jump over the bed and subdue whatever it was that was there. As his eyes adjusted to the sudden glare of light however, he decided he could never have been prepared for what he saw.

A bleary eyed Captain Carter staring up at him from the floor on the opposite side of his bed, rubbing the back of her head.

"What the hell were you thinking?" She demanded of her commanding officer in the crankiest voice he thought he'd ever heard her use.

And for just a moment his temper flared. It was his god damned bed in his god damned room! What the hell did she think he was thinking?!

Wait...this was his god damned bed...in his god damned room...what the hell was she thinking?!

He was just about to relay those exact thoughts to her when he actually noticed the look on her face. God she looks adorable when she's cranky...

He felt the scowl on his face turn into a smirk as he looked at her. She may be adorable, but she's also your subordinate officer and you're standing in front of her in your boxers you doofus! Jacks face sobered and, despite his lack of uniform, or any type of clothing for that matter he became her CO again.

"What the hell are you doing here Carter?" He demanded, trying to look menacing, though finding it hard to believe he was pulling it off in his current state of undress.

She looked at him, a puzzled expression on her face.

Oh shit! He thought as he quickly scanned the interior of the room hoping to high heaven this really was his room and he hadn't stumbled into hers by mistake. He quickly glanced down at his boxers. Cause that would be just so...so incredibly bad!

Nope...Definitely mine, he thought with immeasurable relief.

Indignant righteousness restored, he crossed his arms over his chest and raised his eyebrows staring at her waiting for a response.

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chapter 2 will be up soon :) hope you enjoyed