Disclaimer: SG1 isn't mine, etc etc. Especially considering I was 3 when the first movie came out... there's no way it originated from me.

This takes place vaguely sometime post-zatarc season 4.. so season 4/5 sometime.

I basically wrote this just for fun. I'm a diehard Sam/Jack shipper. I have no shame. Sam & Jack forever!

Any reviews appreciated. And please check out my other fun sam/Jack fics.

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After being cleared by medical, SG1 split up for desperately needed showers. They had just returned from a week long celebration for a treaty with another planet. That planet had an amazing naquadah deposit and quite a few interesting herbs and medicines. People had been outrageously celebratory: every member of SG1 had been kissed and propositioned multiple times.

Sam brushed her teeth until her gums felt raw. She for one, was very glad to be home. She had a dozen projects to finalize and she was long overdue to visit Cassie. Finally, she finished brushing her teeth and gave her hair another once over with her towel. She felt like a real person again. She leisurely made her way to her lab where she quickly put the finishing touches on two different projects and settled into her work on a third.

Sam had her nose buried so deeply in her notes and her computer screen that she didn't even notice right away that someone was in the room with her.

Suddenly, she felt the hairs on the back of her neck prickle and she nearly jumped out of her seat. Instinct took over and she twisted, elbow aimed for a face strike.

Colonel O'Neill caught her arm in a tight, vice like grip. He gave her one of his trademark half grins.

"Oh, sir!" She exclaimed. "I didn't see you!"

"Your elbow says you did," he retorted, still holding the offending appendage.

"I'm so sorry, sir," Sam said in a rush. He continued to grip her elbow. "Sii..iir? Everything okay?"

"Hm? Yes," he replied, a mischevious glint in his chocolate gaze. "Peachy."

"Can I have my arm back?" Asked a bewildered Sam. Jack smirked and gently released her arm but didn't move from his spot almost inside of her own personal space.

Sam raised an eyebrow and glanced around the room. She squinted at the security camera. It was off. Oh dear.

"Samantha," Jack whispered. He reached up and gently cupped her cheek.

"Colonel?" Sam put a hand on his chest and gently tried to push him back. He didn't budge so much as a centimeter. Jack O'Neill was an exceptionally solid man. "Colonel, what are you doing...? Colonel we agreed that nothing could happen. That's what we said after the zatarc testing..."

He glanced down at her hand and smirked again before taking another small step forward until his face was mere inches from hers, their bodies pressed together from feet to hips.

"Samantha, I can't stop thinking about you," he whispered, stroking the side of her face. His other hand had come to rest on her waist. "I need you-I want you. Don't you need me?"

Oh boy. This was sounding eerily familiar. The virus from the land of the Touched.. craaap. Sam really didn't want to hurt her CO, but he seemed to have lost his mind. Post mission reports from last time said the virus had turned him violent initially. And...how could he have gotten it? They hadnt been near that planet in ages. SG17 had taken over that one; they loved long term, nitty gritty diplomacy. SG1 was more make contact, impress their pants off, settle on the big picture and then move out to go back to smashing bugs and destroying snakes. This particular people had requested SG1 for the celebration, because, of course, they had made initial contact. SG7 had done most all the actual negotiating. They had been at the celebrations too. They had actually remained in the planet to continue hammering out a few final details.

She leaned as far away she she could from him, trapped as she was between his immovable body and her table.

"Sir, you've been taken over by some sort of virus," Sam explained slowly. His hand exploring her face had settled on the back of her neck. Ohhhh boy. She was feeling soooo many things she wasn't supposed to. Her stomach leapt in anticipation. Had the virus gotten to her too? More than likely. "Sir, sir you have to stop. Think about what youre doing-"

The whole time she tried to speak, Jack's gazed flicked between her eyes and her lips and all up and down her body. Sam felt behind her, trying to find her phone or something solid to hit the colonel over the head with. Her microscope; that thing was worth a small fortune.

"Samantha," he breathed. His grip tightened on the back of her neck and pulled her irresistibly forward. Despite the force of the pull, when his lips pressed over hers they were gentle, soft. Oh no no no no no. This was very very bad.

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Thanks for reading! Any reviews are appreciated. I didn't use a beta, so any errors are all me!

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