Here's another one! Just cranking 'em out! Enjoy!
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Jack O'Neill lay in his large bed in his home, warm and safe in the comfort of familiar surroundings. However, he could find no rest. SG-1 had returned from a standard archeological mission covered in cuts and bruises. Apparently, the native people of P3X-049 did not like Daniel's excavation techniques. Jack grimaced at the memory, reaching up to rub the bruises that lined the side of his face and neck. Getting hit by a rock tended to have that effect. Daniel and Teal'c had avoided the brunt of the blows, but Sam had a pretty deep cut on her forehead.
Jack sighed and rolled over. Sam…it was getting harder and harder to suppress his feelings for her. Being in a command situation certainly wasn't helping anything. Every time she was hurt or missing or in danger, Jack felt it difficult to keep his emotions in check.
He loved her. It was as simple as that. The very worst thing that could have happened did. He loved her.
Jack rolled his eyes and buried his face in his pillow. Life shouldn't be this difficult.
Finally, Jack fell asleep, very aware that the moment he closed his eyes, there would be a certain blonde 2IC waiting on the other side.
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Jack's alarm went off all too soon. With a heavy groan, he sat up, squinting in the bright sunlight. A voice made him start.
"Good morning sleepyhead!"
Sam Carter was standing in the doorway, her short hair layered around her face with a wide smile that made Jack's heart start pounding heavily in his chest. She moved across the room to where his was sitting and kissed him on the cheek.
"Thought you were going to sleep all day."
Jack's eyebrows arched.
"Carter?"
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Woooooo….suspense. Sorry this is so short, I'll update soon, I promise. Please review if you liked.
