A/N: HIYA! Ok so since none of you know me, (unless you do...?) you can choose to either ignore my lovely ramblings here, or read on. As as start, I'd like to apologize. I was going to post this the day before yesterday, but I got distracted...Then I was going to post today when I realized it wasn't done yet...And then I went over to my friend's house (LOVE YOU, MANDAPANDA!) and baked cookies while blasting Backstreet Boys :) Then I got home and spent some time with my visiting Grampa from Ohio (whom I barely ever see), and now here we are. Me with insomnia at approximately 4:06AM on the Eve of Christmas Eve, 2010, and you probably not caring...But I'll continue anyway.

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Carter walked to her front door and looked out through the window next to it to see O'Neill's truck still there. "I'll do it later..." she said, putting the bottles down on the floor.

Carter sighed, rubbing her forehead, and went to get ready for bed. Eventually she curled up in bed, but barely got any sleep as thoughts of O'Neill danced through her brain.

"Maybe," she whispered, her eyes finally shutting.

Carter yawned as she released the pillow that she had been clutching as she slept. She stretched her stiff muscles and sighed, not wanting to face the day.

But eventually the Major got out of bed and got ready for the day with her morning rituals. She decided to let her hair air dry that day, not wanting to deal with it, and put on an Air Force T-Shirt, some old jeans, and a pair of beat-up converse. She grabbed an old hoodie and the recycling from last night, closing the front door behind her.

"Sir," Carter choked out, the beer bottles shattering a she dropped them.

"Carter," he replied, not turning around from where he sat on her porch. "Good job with the bottles."

Carter internally groaned. She looked a mess, and she did not want to deal with this today. Especially before coffee.

O'Neill eventually turned and looked at her. "Have a seat, Carter."

She paused for a moment, then nodded and sat next to her CO on the steps of her porch, careful to avoid the glass shards.

"What-"

"Am I doing here?" O'Neill finished. He pointed to where his car had been the night before, but was now missing. "Car was stolen."

"It was here last night."

"I took a walk around the block. Came back, and it was gone," O'Neill shrugged and drank some of his beer. "So I went down to the grocery store, bought a couple beers and a book, and came back here."

"A book?" Carter asked, raising her eyebrows.

"Yes, Carter. A book. You read it," he said sarcastically. He finished the beer and put it next to him before grabbing another and offering it to Carter.

"Thank you, sir." She drank a large sip and gave it back to O'Neill, who drank the same amount. "I'm sorry."

"Carter."

"Sir?"

He shook his head. "Don't apologize. You were right."

Carter winced. She wished she hadn't been, and even more that he didn't say it. She sighed and shook her head. "No...I wasn't."

O'Neill gave her a funny look and she sighed. "I was wrong, sir."

O'Neill raised his eyebrows and Carter looked around uncomfortably. "Inside, Carter?"

She nodded quickly. "Please."

They stood and went into Carter's house, back to the dining room where they had been the night before. "Do you want..." Carter trailed off as she realized what she was asking. Of course he wanted a beer.

O'Neill chuckled and took a seat at the table, the same as the night before. Carter handed him a beer and he grinned at her. He raised his beer to hers and she smiled as she raised hers.

They both downed about half as Carter leaned against the counter.

"So."

"Sir?"

O'Neill cleared his throat. "What was this about you being wrong?"

Carter chuckled and shook her head. She knew he found it hard to believe that she was ever wrong.

"Maybe...We could try."

O'Neill raised his eyebrows and drank some more beer. "Oh?"

Carter sighed. "Yes I know. You were trying to say this last night."

O'Neill chuckled. "Yes, I was."

"But...Sir...The regulations..."

"Carter. Would you say you could keep a secret?"

Carter wrinkled her brow until she realized what he was saying, and a smile formed on her face. "Yes, sir, I believe I could."