A faint humming lulled Sam into a state of awareness and she shifted trying to get comfortable. The familiar mattress was hard and lumpy beneath her and she'd woken up enough times like this to know with a certainty, that she was in the infirmary.

Unfortunately that was all she could recall...

Slowly, she peeled her eyes open trying to work forward from her last clear memory. They'd gated to a planet, checked out some ruins… Daniel had shouted something about unstable ruins and then there had been a blinding pain to her temple.

She remembered Cam fussing and insisting he take her back to the gate, the walk through the forest and then… nothing.

No recollection at all, of how she'd gotten here.

A feeling of unease settled in the pit of her stomach and she let out a sigh in frustration.

'Sam?'

She turned her head sharply at the sound, blinking in attempt to to bring the blurry figure beside her into focus.

It took a moment but she soon recognized the face and offered him a smile, 'Hey.'

He smiled back at her and she was confused for a moment.

Although waking up in the infirmary was nothing new she rarely woke with company. Not unless it was after a particularly bad mission, and as far as she could remember their last one hadn't been... or at least not comparatively speaking.

'Everything okay?' She asked gingerly pushing herself up into a sitting position.

Her headache was easing but she still felt slightly fuzzy around the edges and she didn't want to risk moving around too much.

'Shouldn't I be asking you that?'

His eyes locked onto hers and she felt suddenly subconscious.

If she couldn't remember making it back through the gate, then chances were it was because she hadn't been conscious for the trip…

'I passed out on you didn't I? Shit Cam, I'm sorry…' She scrubbed a hand across her face trying to hide her embarrassment and he smirked at how unguarded her language was becoming around him.

Daniel had pointed it out not so long ago, commenting that he hadn't even heard her swear until he'd joined the team.

'Sam, it's fine…' He reached out patting her leg gently, 'Made a nice change from you dragging my sorry ass through the gate.'

She laughed and he would have joined in the moment, had his gaze not been so intently focused on her.

God she was beautiful when she smiled.

He leant back in his chair not wanting to be caught out staring and held up his hand casually, 'So, how many fingers?'

It was a cheap shot but after spending the last few hours trying to dodge the curious remarks from Doctor Lam, he figured he deserved at least one easy out. Sam wasn't in any danger, her vitals were strong and there really wasn't any reason for him to be keeping a vigil at her bedside, at least not one he was willing to share with the good Doctor.

Truth was, he just wanted to indulge in the rare occasion he could watch her sleeping peacefully.

'As long as they're not holding macaroons I don't care…'

Cam's hand moved to his heart, pretending to be offended by the comment. 'That hurts Sam.'

She tried to hide a smile as he waved emphatically. 'Come on, they weren't that bad! Certainly better than the ones you made me…'

It was her turn to feign hurt as she crossed her arms over her chest defensively, 'Well if that's how you feel, consider that the last time I ever rescue you on a mission.'

'You did not rescue me!' He held up a finger pointedly, 'I'll have you know I was getting ready to push us both out of the way.'

'You've gotta be quicker if you want to keep up Colonel…'

Her eyes sparkled slightly and his breath caught, wondeing if this was considered freindly banter or flirting.

Holding her gaze, he decided to make it the the latter. 'That a challenge Sam?'

She smirked, daring him to respond. 'Think you can handle it?'

'Ahem...'

Doctor Carolyn Lam cleared her throat, trying not to laugh as the pair in front of her became fully aware of her presence. She'd spent the better part of the afternoon trying to find out the real reason the colonel wouldn't clear out of her infirmary and she had a feeling she'd just witnessed her answer.

Deciding to ignore the heated exchange for now, she moved over to the bed focusing her attention on the medical well being of her patient. 'How are you feeling Sam?

Sam shifted, trying to keep the blush from creeping up her neck. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Cam had gone bright red and she could only hope she didn't look that flustered.

'Fine actually… better than ever.'

Carolyn shot her a dubious look.

She'd quickly learnt that around here the word fine translated to; I could be dying and I wouldn't tell you.

'No headache, nausea?' She picked up the chart at the end of the bed skimming over it, 'Memory loss?'

Sam shook her head, trying her best to appear convincing. She might not be a hundred percent but that certainly wasn't enough of a reason to keep her trapped in the infirmary for any longer than necessary.

'Really I'm fine.'

Carolyn let out a resigned sigh as she placed the clipboard back on the edge of the bed, 'Okay but if I release you I want you to rest. No going anywhere near your lab for at least twentyfour hours, understood?'

Sam nodded, but it still wasn't enough to reassure the Doctor.

'Colonel,' A look of authority crossed her face as she turned towards Cam, 'Make sure she gets to her quarters…and stays there.'

'Yes ma'am.' He swallowed hard trying not to think of all the ways he wanted to follow through with that order.

'I'll just… wait outside while you change.'

Sam heard his chair scrape along the ground as he stood up, unable to get out of there fast enough. She wan't entirely sure what had just transpired between them but judging but the look the doctor was giving her, it hadn't gone unnoticed...

Cam let out a sigh as his back met with the cool wall out in the corridor.

This was ridiculous and he chided himself for being so unnerved. It wasn't like they hadn't flirted before, but something about this time just felt different. He couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was but there was no denying the physical sensation it caused.

His mouth was dry and his palms were actually sweating.

Closing his eyes, he once again tried reminding himself that this was Sam. Not some high school crush, not some hot neighbor from across the street but Sam.

It helped somewhat and he found by the time she came out, fully dressed in her BDU'S, he was no longer feeling as flustered.

'So...' He started casually as they began walking in the direction of her quarters, 'You really going to stay out of your lab?'

She smiled, crossing her arms lightly against her chest. 'I figure you're going to make me.'

'Damn straight.'

He clasped his hands behind his back expecting her to argue.

It wasn't in her nature to give in so easily, and when she remained silent for nearly the enitre the rest of the journey, he wondered if perhaps she was feeling worse than she'd led the doctor to believe.

'Seriously, you're okay right?'

Her voice was a cross between teasing and patronizing as they reached her door, 'Yes Cam I'm fine...'

'Sam.' He grasped her arm gently, before she could go inside. 'This is me you're talking to.'

She was touched by his concern but at the same time didn't want to give him any cause to worry.

'I'm just tired that's all…'

He searched her eyes, reading them like an open book. 'Headache?'

She let out a sigh, wishing he didn't have to be so damn perceptive. 'Really it's nothing...'

'Out of ten?' He asked, pushing her for the truth. He wasn't going anywhere until he knew for certain she was okay, and if he needed to drag her back to the infirmary kicking and screaming, he would.

'Four...'

Cam nodded slowly.

Four wasn't great but it wasn't too bad either and he let go of her arm feeling satisfied she was being honest. 'You'll call if you need anything?'

'Yes... now get out of here. '

It was said jokingly and he flashed her a cheeky smile before slipping his hands in his pockets and leaving her to go inside.

Sam reached for the door, hesitating slightly.

'Cam...' She called out, waiting for him to turn back around. 'The answer's yes.'

A confused look spread across his face and she decided to take pity on him, 'The fundraiser next weekend, you said if I wanted to go with you…I do.'

'You mean like on a date?' His pulse quickened slightly at the suggestion and he tried to ignore the dryness returning to his mouth.

'Yes Cam…' She smirked at the fact he needed it spelled out, 'Like a date.'

'Okay, good…fantastic.' He started walking backwards, clapping his hands together. 'Then it's a date.'

She nodded, feeling her own excitement swell as she pushed her door open. 'It's a date.'

He grinned wildly as he turned away, only vaguely aware of the door clicking closed behind him.

They were going on a date.

He had no idea what the hell that meant, but he was positive it wasn't a bad thing...