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This is the next instalment in our Jon/ Sam series. Set six months after TamaraJagellovsk's 'When Getting Clean Gets Dirty'.

thanks to Tamara for beta duties :-)

Usual disclaimers that I don't own SG-1 or any of the characters.

Warning for sexual allusions. Hope you enjoy :-)

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Jon O'Neill smiled as he pushed the button to open the door to his quarters aboard the USAF Daedalus. If someone had told him twelve months ago, when he was half way through his final year as a cadet, that he would score an assignment on the Daedalus straight out of the Academy he would have laughed. But, here he was, a second lieutenant with six months aboard this magnificent ship already under his belt.

He let out a sigh as he unzipped his flight suit, broad shoulders shrugging out of the standard uniform of the BC-304 class ship. He was due to meet Doctor Daniel Jackson in the mess hall in half an hour which would give him just enough time to take a nice long shower before he was once again subjected to Daniels ramblings about what they should expect Atlantis to be like. He was glad they were scheduled to arrive tomorrow. Taking the Daedalus to the Pegasus Galaxy was definitely taking the long road compared to going through midway station, and after three weeks of listening to Daniel chatter like an excited school girl about the place, Jon was definitely ready for this trip to be over.

As he pushed the suit all the way off he glanced around the room and couldn't help but think of her, even knowing that she wouldn't have had much to do with the design of the living quarters. Her expertise was much more specialised. As he pulled his white t-shirt off over his head he thought of the bridge and smiled knowing that she definitely would have had a hand in designing that, and the generators that ran the ship. As he slipped off his boxers he imagined her hands...holding a pencil, scratching out designs on large sheets of paper...using a wrench, tightening down bolts on the propulsion system. Then his mind conjured memories instead of imaginings. Her hands on him, on his body...he shook his head trying to clear it as he turned on the water. He stepped under the hot spray, closing his eyes and running his hands through his short hair. He grabbed the soap from its holder and started lathering up his body, remembering the last time they were together. What she looked like as he pressed her up against the wall of the shower in her little house in Colorado Springs...wet, soapy...and by the time the water ran cold...very satisfied.

He remembered it like it was yesterday, and yet it felt like more than six months since he'd seen her. As much as he loved being aboard the Daedalus he'd hoped every day that she'd have some reason to be beamed aboard. To fix something, run tests...but it hadn't happened. And for the last three weeks there was no possibility it could happen because they'd been in hyperspace almost constantly on their way to Atlantis. Not that that wasn't an exciting prospect in itself, but if he had to choose between getting to see Atlantis, lost city of the Ancients and seeing Colonel Samantha Carter...he knew which one he'd choose every time.

Thinking about her had its usual affect and as he looked down he squeezed his eyes shut. "Ah crap!" he sighed, and as he wrapped his hand around his rigid cock, six months suddenly felt like six years.

He leant his forehead against the wall of the shower as his soap slickened hand reached the base of his shaft before squeezing slightly harder as he moved back along his length over the tip, before his fingers dragged his taught foreskin back over his engorged knob. His other hand tugged lightly on his balls as he pushed forward again, his movements becoming faster as his fingers tightened. He turned to lean his back against the wall and the image of her knelt before him, the warm water of the shower cascading over her lithe body as she took him deep into her mouth came to his mind...another of his precious memories. His hips jerked forward, his cock pushing into his hand just as she'd welcomed him pushing into her mouth...but it was the memory of the feeling of his hand tangled in her hair as she sucked him off that made him come, hot and thick over the glass shower screen opposite him.

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Jon grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist when he heard the tap at his door. "Geez Daniel, I'm only like five minutes late," he mumbled before he called out. "Come in!"

When he turned however, instead of finding a bespectacled archaeologist, he found a very surprised looking Major Olivia Hanson standing in his doorway. He came to attention, stopping himself just short of saluting thinking it would look a bit ridiculous under the circumstances.

"Sorry ma'am," he stammered out. "I was expecting someone else..."

Olivia Hanson cleared her throat. "Clearly Lieutenant..."

When she didn't say anything else Jon let his eyes land on hers and he smiled inwardly. "Was there something I can do for you ma'am?"

Her eyes came back to his and she felt herself blush slightly. Damn if I'll eve be able to look at Jon O'Neill the same way again, she thought as she continued to look at him.

"Ah, perhaps you could come and see me in my office after dinner?" she suggested, not sure if she could remember right now what she had come here to see him about in the first place.

He smiled slightly. "Yes ma'am."

She waved a hand at him. "As you were Lieutenant," she said.

He raised his eyebrows. "I doubt you'd want to see that ma'am," he replied with a cheeky little grin.

Oh good lord I need to get out of here right now, she thought as she turned and smacked the button to open the door just a little too hard.

Daniel was just about to knock when Jon's door opened in front of him to reveal a very flustered and slightly startled looking Olivia Hanson.

"Olivia, hi," Daniel said with a smile. Then he looked over her shoulder and saw Jon standing there.

She smiled briefly as she moved past him as quickly as she could. "Hi Daniel."

Daniel watched her walk off down the corridor before he turned back and sauntered into Jon's room. "Hello Jon," he said with a smile.

Jon rolled his eyes, his hands on his hips. "Get your mind outta the gutter Daniel," he said.

"Well that's kind of where it landed by default as soon as your door opened," he replied crossing his arms over his chest.

"Come on," Jon replied. "You know how I feel about Sam."

Daniel nodded his agreement. "Yeah I do. So?"

"So?"

"What did Olivia want anyway?"

"I'm not sure," he replied with a slight frown. Then he smiled. "I think she might have gotten a little distracted..."

Now it was Daniels turn to roll his eyes. "Don't flatter yourself."

Jon laughed. "Hey I'll meet you down there."

"No that's okay I'll wait."

Jon shrugged. "Suit yourself," he replied as he let his towel drop to the floor.

"Hey! Warn a guy," Daniel called as he held a hand up in front of his face.

"How am I meant to get dressed without losing the towel first?" Jon complained.

"Yeah well I'll meet you down there," Daniel grumbled as he moved to the door.

"What a good idea," Jon called after him.

As Daniel walked down to the mess hall he thought about Jon and more specifically about Jon and Sam. He did know how Jon felt about his friend which was why he'd been having such a hard time these last three weeks keeping it to himself that Sam had taken over as the Commander of the Atlantis base, but Sam had asked him not to tell the younger man. Something about her wanting him to make up his mind about a new assignment without her influencing him. He was surprised that Jon hadn't heard talk of it around the ship, but it seemed as though he was still oblivious to the fact that he would be seeing Samantha Carter when they arrived in Atlantis tomorrow.

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After dinner Jon walked up to Major Hanson's office to see what she wanted to talk to him about. He knocked on the door and heard her call out to him to enter. "You wanted to see me ma'am?"

"Close the door behind you and take a seat Lieutenant," she ordered.

Jon did as he was told, wondering what he could have done that was warranting this kind of attention.

"While we're on Atlantis we've been asked to participate in a program to progressively test all USAF personnel for the Ancient gene," she began.

Jon shifted in his chair having an uncomfortable feeling he knew where this was going.

"You've been chosen as a strong candidate Jon," she added.

"But why me?" he asked.

"Well as you know all military personnel have DNA samples on file and those have been tested for the presence of the gene itself, and yours has come back positive," she explained.

Jon thought back to when Thor had helped repair his failing body, knowing that at Sam's request he'd altered Jon's DNA so that it would never flag as an exact match for Jack O'Neill's. He'd wondered whether they'd removed the Ancient gene as well. Apparently not.

"So, the next step is to perform some practical testing on some Ancient devices to see how strong that presence is."

"And we're supposed to be doing that this week?" he asked.

"That's the idea," she confirmed. "There is one other thing, which would depend on how well your testing goes."

He raised his eyebrows.

"If you come back as a strong carrier of the gene, you'll be offered a position on the Atlantis base."

He sat up straighter. "You mean I could be taken off the Daedalus?"

She shook her head. "Atlantis is voluntary only Jon," she assured him. "You won't be forced to take the assignment if you don't want to."

He nodded, knowing if the gene was as strong in him as it was in Jack they would be pushing pretty hard to make him stay. Then I'll never get to see Sam, he thought miserably.

"Anyway, I just wanted you to know before we got there tomorrow so you'd know what to expect," she said bringing him out of his thoughts.

He looked up and smiled. "Thank you ma'am, I appreciate that," he replied genuinely.

"You'll be briefed in the morning," she said. "Dismissed Lieutenant."

Jon stood and saluted before he turned to leave.

"And Jon," she called, making him turn back to her. "Good luck."

He smiled slightly as he left her office.

As Jon made his way back to his quarters he saw Daniel leaning against the wall waiting for him.

"So what'd she want?" Daniel asked when Jon came close.

Jon sighed. "They want to test me for the Ancient gene while we're on Atlantis."

"Oh, is that all?"

"Is that all!?" Jon repeated. "You know when I touch it that stuff is going to light up like a Christmas tree and then they'll never let me leave! I'll never see Sam again."

"Well Atlantis has always been a voluntary post," Daniel said reiterating what Major Hanson had told him.

Jon snorted. "Yeah right!"

Daniel smiled and clapped him on the shoulder. "Why don't you just wait and see how the tests go," he suggested. "You know sometimes things just have a way of working themselves out."

Jon sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Yeah thanks Daniel," he said touching his friends arm. "I'll see you tomorrow huh?"

"Goodnight Jon," Daniel said to the younger man's retreating back. As he walked back to his own quarters he decided he'd talk to Sam as soon as he got to Atlantis tomorrow. Her desire not to influence Jon's decision on whether to take a post in Atlantis was pretty much a moot point now since he seemed determined not to take the post because of her. Daniel figured that some persuasion in the opposite direction certainly couldn't hurt now.

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A/N

Hope you enjoyed this chapter :-)

It was originally M rated but I changed some wording and ended up taking out a section where we would have spent a little more time in the shower with Jon ;-) if anyone is interested in reading that version let me know and I'll post it separately like I did with 'Really All Grown Up'.

There will probably be another couple of chapters to this one, and it will possibly change to being M rated by the end.