By The Truck

2 weeks later.

It had been one of those days. Nothing had gone right. Not like anything had gone right in the last 2 weeks anyway but still. Today had been worse. Was it just her or had Jack not talked to her all day? Did he not want to continue their 'undercover' relationship? Ever since he had shown her how he felt in the lift 2 weeks ago he'd been all over her. It was surprising they were still alive after some of the stunts he had pulled on their last mission. She had told him that he didn't need to prove himself to her but he hadn't listened. The only thing Sam could think of to say to calm him down was that Daniel and Teal'c might discover the 'us' and then they'd be for it.

Putting down her pencil, she closed her laptop and turned off her instruments. 'Doohickeys' he called them. She knew she couldn't get any work done with her CO on her mind and was surprised to recall that she had actually done work over the past 2 weeks considering…considering the circumstances. She passed Daniel on her way to the lift. He was busy so she just said 'Goodnight' and left to it. When the lift arrived, Sam saw the single occupant was the man she loved dressed in civvies. He was also going home. Sam pressed the button for Level 1 and as the doors closed turned to look at the man beside her. His eyes never wavered from the phone which hung next the buttons to the right of the doors.

"Jack?" she whispered, not sure whether she should be speaking intimately or professionally. He turned at the sound of his name.

"What?" he said as if he hadn't been ignoring her all day. Sam didn't know what to say. She had been concentrating on making him talk to her; she hadn't got as far as what to say when he did. Sam could feel the adrenaline building up inside her and, acting on impulse, pulled him down into a kiss. Jack pulled away. A solitary tear fell down Sam's face. He didn't love her anymore. She voiced her feelings to him.

"Jack," she said her voice as tearful as her eyes, "Don't you love me anymore?" The lift doors opened and he walked out silently. Wiping her eyes, she followed. He walked towards his truck, again Sam followed even though her car was no where near his. She sped up and placed herself between her CO and his mode of transport. He would have to talk to her now, or at least listen. But he didn't. He just stood there, watching her but never meeting her gaze. Ever so often he made to move her but she wouldn't budge. Neither of them knew how long they stood there, silently. Finally Jack spoke,

"Major, can you get out of my way, I want to go home." His voice lacked any emotion as if they had just met. "Do I have to make it an order?" Sam answered his question with a statement and a question of her own.

"I don't care if you make it a commandment. I'm not moving until you answer my question. Do you still love me?" More tears fell down her face. He hated to see her like this but there was nothing he was allowed to do about it. He decided to come clean.

"Sam," she looked up sharply. The use of her first name sounded full of emotion unlike the 'Major' he had said before. "I can't love you. You know it's against the regs." She looked at him with a pleading look in her eyes.

"Don't the last 2 weeks mean anything to you?" She cried out, tears falling faster down her face.

"Of course they do but…" he didn't know who to say it. He decided to come straight out with it. "I was talking to General Hammond today. He knows about…about 'us'. He's given me a chance to set things right. I don't want to lose you off SG-1 or my own command. I…" but the rest of his speech was cut off by another scream from Sam.

"So you'd rather have me on SG-1 then in your bed, fine but don't expect me to watch your six." And with that she left him. Jack looked after her but decided not to follow. He had to be careful. He was being watched.