Seeking Solace:
A wonder SG-1 slept at night. The worship-seeking Ori preaching conversion or death, were powerful; appeared invincible.
Breathing meant being away from the SGC. On the Washington flight, pretending to be as oblivious as the Earth population, Sam didn't eat, didn't call ahead, didn't think. Once there, she used her key and open invitation. Sam stepped into the bedroom, stripped the unnecessary and got into bed next to the only man capable of making her feel safe.
No questions. Jack pulled Sam into his arms.
"I'm here."
Sam grabbed on a little tighter, breathed in deeper and confirmed,
"I know."