Okay guys, I'm sooooooo sorry "Mexico" has been on such a long hiatus, but I have been a tad bit busy, and I've had a an extreme case of writer's block. This came from watching "Top Gun" the other day. I find it helps to write small things to break through. I hope to find some inspiration. Soon. I hope you all understand!

This is unbeta'd so all mistakes are my own!! I hope you like.


Peterson Air Force Base Officer's Club was busy on Friday nights, and this particular Friday night was no different. General Jack O'Neill sat at the bar, dressed in his blues, on layover on his way back to D.C. from a short vacation near Hickam AFB, Hawaii. He sipped his scotch, his Academy ring catching the light as he set the glass back onto the bar. He was tired; his silver hair was sticking up and his chocolate eyes barely open.

"Sir?" he heard a voice from behind. He turned, recognizing the soft tones of Samantha Carter. Colonel Samantha Carter he reminded himself coldly.

"Call me Jack, Carter. I'm not your CO anymore." Jack took a sip of his drink.

"Alright Jack, I was wondering if you wanted to talk." Sam was not in uniform; she wore a black cocktail dress, with matching heels. The dress was low cut, a long silver chain with a silver and gold ring hanging from her neck.

"About what?" Jack raised a brow as the blonde stepped closer, lacing slender fingers around his blue tie, pulling the unsuspecting General closer.

"This." She leaned forward, kissing him squarely on the lips. Time stopped for a moment, partially due to Jack's shocked state. He was shocked that Carter, the woman he loved since she'd walked into that briefing room ten years ago, was now showing him how she really felt about him. He was hoping this was not a result of a few cocktails and a painful memory. Sam smiled as she let go, taking a seat next to her former commander. "You wanna get out of here?"

"I would love to, Sam, but it wouldn't be right. Especially since the last phone call. That," he paused, looking down, "was six months ago."

Sam looked at her own drink, eyes closed. "I miss you."

Jack lifted his gaze to her eyes, noticing a change in her demeanor. She sighed, "I called your office today, and your secretary said that you'd be on layover here at Peterson, so I figured you'd be here. Remember the last time we were here?"

"Yes. I brought you here shortly after I transferred." Jack said quietly, nodding to the far end of the bar, "We sat down there, and I promised you a lot of things."

"You did." He laid a hand on her leg, giving it a slight squeeze, as if to say sorry. "God, Jack, it's not the same without you here. Please, come with me, help me to fix this hole in my heart, fulfill those promises you made to me."

Jack didn't answer for a few seconds, going over the consequences of what Sam wanted. "Is this, an old tired war horse what you want?"

"No, Jack, you are what I want. I know you're tired, hell, I'm tired too, but you're not old, and yes, I want you." He stood, taking her hand, leading her away from the bar.