(Happens sometime after 'Upgrades' and before 'Threads.')

Their lips were less than millimetres away from each other. Just as Jack leaned into that miniscule distance between them, Sam opened her eyes in spite of herself. Her Commanding Officer was, of course, lying on the floor on her right. His lips were slightly parted, as they had been in the dream, only this time a tiny amount of expectoration traced a line from his mouth to his chin.

"Lovely." thought Sam sarcastically before she realised that she had to admit that she found him attractive even then.

She turned over onto her left side, revelling in her dream for a few seconds before she remembered that these were exactly the type of thoughts she was supposed to be suppressing. Admonishing herself for what felt like the twelve millionth time that week, she returned to re-living her most recent dream, the guilt making it that little bit more enjoyable.

The "memories" of Jack telling her how he had loved her every since they had first met were interrupted by mumblings from behind her. Through various grunts and half-words behind her, Sam was able to discern one relatively well enunciated word which sounded suspiciously like "Jam."

Jack was in the commissary, hiding under one of the tables from Freya - who had turned into an Unas (because she had eaten blue jello) when someone crawled under the table beside him. It was Sam. She started talking about their recent trip to P4Z-95Y and the giant man-eating pancakes they had encountered there. Jack, deciding he must have had enough 'psychobabble' to last him a lifetime, silenced her in the best way he could imagine. He kissed her.

All the colour was draining away and she was losing focus now too. Sensing her slip away, he cried out to her, trying desperately to keep a hold on his dream. He called out to the dream Sam but was heard by the real one. Unaware of it as she was.