A/N

so I only imagined this being two chapters max but it looks like it might be maybe four or five. Also please don't expect an action packed fic about the subject of the briefing Jack was brought back for - that was only a means of getting him back.

just Sam / Jack fun to be had here :)

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Sam rubbed gently at the rapidly growing lump on the back of her head and squinted up at her CO, unable to really comprehend what was happening through the sleep induced fog that still clouded her brain.

"Carter?"

"What?!" She snapped, her mood not at all helped by being woken from a dead sleep by being thrown to the floor and banging her head pretty good on the frame of her bed on the way down.

"Captain!" Jack barked.

Sam's ingrained training instantly cleared the fog and she shot to her feet, the absolute horror of the situation she suddenly found herself in dawning on her with full force. It wasn't her bed she had banged her head on...

"Sir!" She replied standing at attention.

"Well?"

"Sir?" She asked, not sure what he wanted.

Jack closed his eyes briefly and let out a frustrated sigh. "What are you doing here?"

Sam panicked. What am I doing here? What am I doing here? Then she actually looked at him for the first time since the lights went on and her brain registered what it was seeing. Her eyebrows went up as her eyes travelled slowly down his body, eyebrows raising even higher when they rested on his boxers. A smirk tugged at one corner of her mouth at the reclining form of a near naked Homer Simpson with the words 'Chunky Lurve' emblazoned above him.

Jack realised Carters attention had wandered to places he wasn't altogether comfortable with. "Hey! My eyes are up here Carter!"

"Sorry Sir!" She exclaimed smiling slightly, gesturing with one hand towards him. "Just not what I'd always pictured..." Sam's heart literally felt like it had lodged itself in her throat as she cut herself off. Just not what I'd always pictured!? Her brain screamed.

Jack took a moment to process what had just spilled out of Carters mouth. Wait...what!?

Sam noticed the Colonels brow crease as he began to think about what she had just said. Saysomethingsaysomethingsaysomething...

"I'm sorry Sir," she blurted. "I should go."

Jack focused on Carter again. "Stay put Captain."

It took all of Sam's will power not to bolt out the door right that second, but her CO had given her a direct order so she obeyed. I don't remember there being an exception in the regulations to allow disobeying direct orders given by near naked commanding officers wearing sexy Homer Simpson boxer shorts...

Sam's eyes moved over the Colonels toned form once again. But there damn well should be...

Jack scrubbed his hands over his face and sighed before looking at his 2IC again. "Oh for cryin' out loud!" He exclaimed, noticing her eyes weren't exactly where they were supposed to be. Again.

Sam could feel the heat rise up her throat at having been actually caught ogling her CO.

Jack grabbed his jeans off the floor and pulled them on tugging the zipper up, leaving the button undone. He turned back to face Carter feeling better about the situation already. "Okay, now all the distractions are gone..." Jack said waving a hand vaguely in front of himself.

Oh god you can't be serious...Sam thought, defying anyone to say that Jack O'Neill, barefoot, bare chested...worn blue jeans just barely hanging off his slim hips...focus Carter!...was not a distraction!

"Can we please get back to the matter at hand?" At Carters blank look he shook his head. "What are you doing here?"

"You weren't supposed to be here Sir," she answered in a small voice.

Okay, now this could be getting a little creepy, Jack thought. "So...what? I go away and you're Goldilocks all of a sudden?"

Sam smiled at that. Just tell him the truth. "No Sir." She gestured to his cap on the end of the bed.

He looked over and his face lit up. "Hey...where did you find it?" He asked as he slipped it on his head.

Well that's not helping, Sam thought. "I found it stuffed into the side pocket of my mission pack Sir."

"Huh!"

"I brought it here to return it," she started to explain. "Then the door closed behind me..."

"Yeah gotta get that fixed," he said interrupting.

"I'm sorry Sir," she continued. "But then it was just so dark and quiet and I've been working really late and..."

He could see the miserable look on her face and now Jack just felt like an ass. He'd been pissed off at having been brought back to the base and he'd taken out on his 2IC. Carter was just trying to do him a favour and she did work way too hard, it's no wonder she finally crashed. It just happened to be on his bed. And it was true, he should've been five hundred miles away right now.

He started moving towards her.

Oh god! What's he doing? Don't come closer! Sam's brain started to panic once again. She was actually starting to find it difficult to even breath right.

Jack came to a stop about a foot away from Sam and placed a hand on her arm. "Hey, it's okay," he said gently. "I'm the one who should be sorry. I was being a jerk."

Sam didn't quite register his words at first. All she could think about was his proximity and how much he still wasn't wearing! And the fact that he's touching me! He's half naked and he's touching me! Wait...he what!? He was being a what? "Sir?"

"For cryin' out loud Carter, don't make me say it again!"

She managed a small smile, the panic abating slightly when he removed his hand and took a step back. "Sorry Sir."

"Now go! So I can get some sleep. In my bed."

Her smile widened. "Yes Sir."

As she reached for the door Jack called her name.

"And Carter..."

She turned back to him and was struck once again by how...beautiful...he was.

"Thanks."

She frowned.

"For this," he explained, smiling widely as he pulled the cap from his head.

She nodded and smiled back. "Good night Sir."

Seeing the unguarded look on her face Jack had the sudden, nearly overwhelming urge to reach for her, to pull her to him, as an image of his lips on hers assaulted his mind. He shook his head slightly to clear it before he finally responded with a softly spoken "Night Carter."

As Sam exited the Colonels room she nearly ran straight into Sergeant Siler. Her eyes slid back to the Colonels slowly closing door. "Sergeant," she said somewhat nervously.

"Ma'am," Siler greeted in return.

"Ah, about this..." She said gesturing towards the now closed door.

Siler shook his head. "No need to explain ma'am."

"It's not what it looks like."

Silers gaze softened. "I would never think that it would be ma'am," he said sincerely. "You have a good night."

"You too Sergeant." Sam stared after him, thinking that her brilliant technical sergeant was also one brilliant human being.

And your commanding officer is one damn sexy one...

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so I hoped you enjoyed Sam's explaining. I didn't think Sam would have had it in her to lie to Jacks face and besides returning his favourite cap was a completely selfless and understandable thing to do :D

i was going to end it here, but decided it would be interesting to see how they handled this the next day.