-1Okay for all of my GW friends, this is for you… I apologize I wanted to get the next chapter out… just so that you knew that I wanted to give you more from the reviews that I got….
For those who understand… the clones made me write this…. While having cocktails… again their fault…
Oh and as always I own nothing…. and sorry it's so short
Chapter 2
Daylight replaced the moonlight that had streamed in through the window, and when he opened his eyes, he found that the dream he had dreamt the night before was still sleeping quietly next to him. He smiled geekily at the realization that it had been no dream, but a very firm reality. He moved his hand to trace the bare arm that was wound around him, regretting doing so as he felt her stir.
Her eyes fluttered open, and he stole the opportunity to place one last kiss on her forehead.
"Hey," She muttered sleepily. He searched her face for any sign of regret for what had happened, some sign that this was too good to be true, but he found none.
"Morning," Was the only word he could find. They had known for years that they were meant to be together, just never were able to act upon their true desires. The military and their love of their careers had made sure of that. But with all of the impending threats to earth, she had done the absolute unthinkable-- she had given it all up.
He found his words, "You're still here."
"I meant it." There was no hesitation, no worry, none of the things that he had seen that day in his backyard when he had been cooking out with Carrie. He didn't have to ask to what she referred, it was evident in her voice.
"Which part? The resigning?"
"Jack."
He was so smart, but she loved how sometimes he just played dumb, just to make people say it out loud, "Ah, that part."
She smiled, in a way that he had never seen her smile before. It was a smile that he just didn't know what to do with, completely out of character for Samantha, or Sam, or Carter, or whatever he had been calling her for the past eight years….
He shook his head in disbelief. He didn't know what to do. In the past years, in all of his cockiness, in everything that he had given to the program, he didn't know exactly what to do at this very moment in time. So he kissed her again.
"Jack," She breathed heavily. "We do need to talk about this. About everything."
"Right now?"
"Right now."
