The minute Landry had found out that both Sam and Jack were transferring back to the SGC he had spread the news. Not one for gossip himself but he felt that everyone who had worked with/for them deserved to know.
An office had been cleared for them both, big enough to have to desks facing each. Everyone knew that although they would have to be professional on base they would be working together.
Jack had been given the position of SGC Director, one step above Landry without taking any responsibility from him.
Sam had been given the role of lead scientist and expert on anything and everything. She would also go out on off-world missions if it called for it.
When the time came for the pair of them to step off the elevator; neither of them had been prepared for what was waiting for them.
Everybody who was anybody on the base was waiting for them, a banner had been hung against the far wall with Welcome Back written on it in red, white and blue and they had all been cheering.
Today however wasn't going well for Jack.
"General"
"Yes Walter"
"General Landry has asked that you meet him in office as soon as you have a spare minute"
"I'll be right there"
He had been asked by the President to compose a report on whether he felt the Stargate Program should be kept running. He had been incredibly surprised at the request but had agreed to do his best.
10 years ago he would have said yes without a doubt.
But now he actually thought about it. He thought about all the times SG1 had barely made it back alive. He thought of all the friends and colleagues that hadn't made it back safe, Janet, Kawalsky, and Skara.
And then he thought of all the new races they had met, the cultures they had been introduced to and the technology they had brought home.
He honestly couldn't decide.
"What'cha doing?"
He looked up from where he had been typing on his computer (another perk of the job).
"Nothing"
He hit one last button and turned the screen off.
Sam walked in, her jacket slung over her shoulder and the top few buttons of her dress shirt undone.
"I don't believe that is how we wear our dress blues … do you?"
"There is no one else here other than Samson on desk duty"
He looked at the clock on the wall, not at all surprised to see that it was now nearing midnight. He stood from his desk and grabbed his jacket from where he had flung it earlier in the evening.
"Hank said to tell you that he would talk to you tomorrow"
"I completely forgot that I was supposed to be meeting him … when am I getting my new assistant?"
"When I decide that they will last longer than a week"
He laughed as he hit the light switch in their office. He followed her out into the corridor and wrapped an arm around her waist. They walked slowly to the elevator, not in a rush to leave. Once they had both signed out they headed towards his truck.
"How did your meeting with the Joint Chiefs go?"
"Good … We may actually get the extra funding that we need"
"Cool"
"Turner didn't seem so keen, but then he hasn't been happy since Kinsey left"
"Nothing will ever please that man"
She smiled and settled down next to him as they drove home, the roads empty and the sky dark.
They arrived home quickly, not wasting anytime to lock all the doors behind them as they made their way to their bedroom.
The bedroom door was slammed shut and Sam found herself pressed up against it.
"Have I ever told you that you are really … hot … in your blues"
"Maybe just a few"
"Well count that as one more"
The next few minutes spent removing clothes while trying to stay as close to each other as they could. Jack hoisted Sam further up the door, her legs wrapping around his hips.
"I'm getting too old for this lifting business"
She giggled.
"Sam"
She giggled again.
"I'm warning you Sam"
She pressed her head into his shoulder, trying to smother the noises escaping her lips. When she finally had herself under control she lifted her head and smiled up at him.
"Well then … I guess I am going to have to trade you in for a younger model"