Okay, not completely my own idea. I was watching on youtube the bit where Sam comes to Jacks house to confess her love but Johnson comes out as she is about to do so, someone commented that it would have been very different and Sam could have told him if it wasn't for stupid Johnson, in all fairness she did tell Jack to retire for Sam so she did redeem herself slightly! I hope you enjoy it.

This is the proper version I originally was meant to upload. I apologize to all those who reviewed this story originally and then I deleted it. Please review if you think its better and also just generally opinions welcome. Now all in third person.

Chapter 1: Preparing

It seemed a little bit stupid, the fact that she'd faced danger, endured torture and escaped death by the skin of her teeth, and yet she was frightened silly by the thought of saying three words to one man. Deep breaths Sam, you can do this. Problem was it had been a while since she had said that to someone, she hadn't even told Pete that she loved him, she didn't even know if she really was in love with him. Why was this all so confusing?

There was also the fact that this man was still her superior officer, they would have to come to some arrangement to get round the regulations, if necessary she would have to give up her job, she had already devoted so much of her life to the air force, she knew he would never expect her to give up her career but you cant have everything- besides she would want to start a family if that's what he wanted as well. She wouldn't be able to do gate travel pregnant as it would be too risky. This was all assuming he felt the same way and they did get together of course; that was the biggest problem , what if he had moved on because he thought she had too? She had seen that Johnson woman flirting the other day. Although she had no right, she had to admit this thought made her angry and also quite hurt. Had she spent so long trying to work up the nerve and running away from her feelings that she had left it too late?

She didn't even know what to say. How do you tell someone that you love them? Especially in circumstances like this. She guessed it would be best not to think it about it too much. Unfortunately, this was Samantha Carter we're talking about here, so that was practically impossible, analysing a problem from every angle, and planning out all possible solutions. This certain problem had kept her up all night as her mind raced, unfortunately there was not enough hours until the sun arose from the horizon and called for her to get up. She came to the decision that maybe it was time to just do instead of think. She laughed to herself, thinking 'the Jack O'Neill way'. She guessed that was probably a good idea- the best way to handle Jack O'Neill would be in way of Jack O'Neill.

What would one wear on such an occasion though? She decided she wanted to look feminine, she spent too long around Jack dressed in BDU's usually covered in sweat and blood. No, something attractive would do her well. Smart trousers? No definitely skirt, let him see a bit of leg, although gentlemanly he was still a man. Top…lavender, feminine but not girlie, with a jacket that matched. Hair, makeup, finished. Did she look okay? She wished Janet were here to tell her what to say and encourage her, reassure her. Unfortunately Janet was dead and misery washed over her, she was on her own.

She still didn't know if this was the right thing. She would be turning her world upside down, but then again that still left the rest of the universe the right side up. She had tried to think this through logically, she had even made a list of all the reasons she wanted to be with each of them, positives and negatives for each, given each reason a score of 1,2 or 3 according to importance, added all the positive whilst subtracting the negative and then comparing the two total scores. However, there were two problems with this tactic; firstly, both scored equally, and secondly, this was about what was smart thing to do, what her brain told was saying, rather than her heart. Surely when it comes to love, one should stop thinking and let the heart decide? Problem was she didn't know what her heart exactly wanted, maybe because there was the element of fear involved which acted as a mist over the clear answer, and so she could not reach a conclusion. That was why she had decided to talk to the General, to see what he said and more importantly, see what she came out with, and whether she realised herself along the way what she truly wanted- she still had no idea about what she was going to say and would probably end up blurting out everything to a very confused Jack. She know he isn't an idiot, oh no he was actually very smart, he just liked to play dumb a lot, he thought he had us all fooled but the rest of the team and her just let him think that. However when it came to personal feelings and emotions, unfortunately she felt he wasn't quite as quick to understand or catch on.

She knew she loved him, of that at least she was sure. She had realized that years ago, knew she would die for him and that part of her would always love him. Strange thing was, even though she had known this for a long time it only just hit her that this type of love, was the love she wanted. Not the type of love she knew she would not be able to unconditionally return. She knew she wanted to be with Jack, more than she wanted anything in my life, but now it was all down to whether Jack wanted her. And if he did love her, how would she get him to forgive her? Surely she would have hurt him- he seemed fine when she told him about Pete, happy for her even, then again, this was Jack O'Neill we were talking about here, he would never have shown how he really felt, and he was too much of a gentleman to show anything but joy at the things in my life.

Why is it that you spent ages waiting for someone to love you or you to realize you really love them, and then it happens twice at once?

No more complaining. This was something she needed to do, no going back, she needed to stand up strong, look love in the eye and kiss her arse goodbye. She got in her car and started the ignition. Remember Sam, deep breaths.

So volia! Tell me what you think, if you read first version is third person better? Constructive criticism (not too mean though), suggestions and requests are all welcome with me and I love reviews and miss them from my first story. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE WITH A BIG PIECE OF CAKE WITH WHIPPED CREAM AND CHERRIES ON TOP REVIEW!