A.N./ This is my first ever attempt at a stargate fic, so any feedback would be greatly welcomed. I know this chapter seems a bit slow, but i felt so much more needed to be said after the whole zaytar'c incident, and so a lot of this is working over their feelings. Please read and review!

The consequences

"…were you ever tempted to do something crazy?!" Daniel asked Jack, with a sly smile and an ever-growing twinkle in his eye. "I mean…you could do anything without worrying about consequences…"

Jack gave him a half-smile in return. "You know, it's funny," he mentioned, "you –uh- you asked me that before!"

Daniel and Sam exchanged slightly amused, slightly exasperated glances.

"And?!" Daniel asked, finally unable to control it any more.

All Jack did in response, was glance over at Sam, with the passionate kiss they had shared in that last time loop rising in his mind, and not for the first time. The way she had felt, clutching at him to keep herself from falling as he dipped her, the warmth he had felt in his heart, as he was finally able to do what he had been wanting to do for so long.

Something in his eyes must have affected her, told her he had done something with her, something that made him look at her like…

Sam tore her eyes away from his, just before reaching meltdown, to shoot a quizzical look at Daniel. He looked just as confused as she did, even more so, which she wondered about for a second before realising he doesn't know the full reason why we aren't zaytarcs. He just knows that we forgot a detail, he doesn't know what the detail was, that Jack – no Colonel O'Neill - and I lo…

She glanced back at Jack. The way he was looking at her … no consequences, she thought, a half-smile forming on her face. She looked into Jack's eyes, her face openly smiling and asking what he did, with his face just staring right back at her, with one of those unreadable expressions that he was so good at.

Daniel stared from one to the other, growing more and more perplexed.

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Jack stared into Sam's eyes. The trouble was, he wasn't seeing her as his second-in-command anymore. She didn't seem like Major Carter or even Sam to him. She was now "Samantha" to him, a woman, clever, beautiful, funny, perfect in every way … except for the fact that she was completely and totally unattainable, not just out of his league, but forbidden by the regulations too!

He inwardly groaned, and then sighed. At least he still had the memory of that forbidden kiss to remember – their first kiss and she didn't even know or remember any of it! Well he remembered all right, he would never forget, the way he had barely hesitated leaning in, nervous that she would reject him and so jubilant when she didn't, how her lips felt so soft moving slowly against his – get a grip Jack! he mentally scolded himself. You haven't even gone a minute without thinking about that kiss since the last time! Try for longer this time – don't think about it!

He ate another spoon of oatmeal, not another bowl of fruit loops again for as long as I live, all the while never taking his eyes of her. Although if I was eating them with Sam I wouldn't mind fruit loops, I'd have anything for another one of those kisses, I'd … oh crap.

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Sam hit herself on the forehead with the palm of her hand. "Stupid!" she muttered to herself, and not just for hitting yourself and now talking to yourself…

An hour ago she had excused herself hurriedly from the commissary, after realising that staring into her Commanding Officer's eyes for any longer would probably make her melt. Or at least lose all coherent thought and be reduced to a gibbering wreck. Which, she reasoned, might be more embarrassing than the melting option! As it was, she was now risking being late for the briefing they had, something she never was. She had never been more than 30 seconds late for a briefing before, and now here she was, still in her office, a few floors above where the briefing was meant to take place, already 2 minutes late for it.

It's this whole "feelings" thing screwing me up she thought. After that whole Zaytar'c incident I wonder just how deep the colonel's feelings for me are … oh come on! Why would he be interested in me?

"Hold the elevator!" she shouted, shaken out of her reverie by the sounds of the elevator doors opening, and began to rush down the hall, as Sergeant Siler held the doors open for her. She rode down to the briefing room with him in compatible silence, all the while still wondering why this situation with the colonel was affecting her so much.

It must be because of my feelings for him, I've loved him for a long while now, I don't know exactly for how long, but I've just been kidding myself all this time, I've liked him in a capacity that I am not meant to for too long, and I don't think I actually trust myself around him any more! Now I know about his feelings for me I don't know whether I can be alone with him without blurting them out! Oh, Sam, are you a lovesick teenager? He's your FRIEND more than anything else! Just think of him like that, and ignore the feelings you two admitted to!

As she entered the briefing room four pairs of eyes snapped towards her, all registering surprise at the fact that she was late.

"Sorry I'm late, Sirs, a project in my lab needed attention for a few crucial moments". That matched the excuse she had given Daniel and Jack for leaving the commissary table earlier anyway, and General Hammond seemed to buy it.

"Don't worry Major, we're just doing the post mission briefing, take a seat" General Hammond smiled at her. Sam breathed a sigh of relief and took a seat.

Jack looked over at Sam, wondering what was wrong with her. He couldn't help but notice how flustered she was, and how she hadn't managed to meet anyone's eyes whilst she was excusing her lateness.

Well, Jack, you can find out what's wrong with her tonight can't you! You're all going to that dinner/dance thing that George's next door neighbour organised, you'll have a chance to talk to her alone then, won't you?!

Smiling slightly to himself, he felt better, and glanced over at Sam just to notice her looking at him, neither one of them concentrating on the meeting. She gave him a half smile in return, and they both turned their attention back to the present.

A.N.2/ Please reveiw!