Disclaimer: Stargate not owned by me. If only it were.
Rating: K
Spoilers: Solitudes...well, it's more of a vague reference to the Antarctica incident.
Hope you guys enjoyed Chapter 3 - Dreams in the making. Please Review. And thanks to everyone who reviewed my previous chapters, it really helps when you get nice comments about your stories.
Damn it was cold. So very cold. Granted, it normally was cold in the middle of winter in Minnesota, especially so when the fire had long gone out. Deciding that something had to be done about this…coldness Sam gently stroked Jack's back, rousing him from sleep, but her only response was a slight mumble as he snuggled deeper into her body.
"Jack, wake up." Sam ordered in the best, 'Oh yeah, I'm now a General, I can order him around' voice.
"mmph" Came the muffled response as she began tapping on his shoulder.
"It's insubordination to ignore the order of a superior officer." Sam said, a smile playing through her voice as Jack looked up at her, still managing to achieve puppy dog eyes.
"One, I'm retired, two, when I retired I was the same rank as you are now."
Sam chuckled as Jack gently pressed his lips against hers, "Hey, what did I say about giggling?" he admonished as he gave broad grin.
"No giggling?"
"Correct…now why was it so important for me to wake up?"
"I'm cold…and I'm hungry…and I can't move with you wrapped around me."
"Well I guess they are some pretty good reasons to wake me up for." Jack replied as he drew away from her body, shivering as the cool air assaulted him, "You go have a shower, and I'll start a fire, and err, lunch." He added gently as he placed a chaste kiss on her cheek.
Being careful not to use too much water, Sam quickly washed her hair with Jack's coconut scented shampoo, knowing that it had driven her wild when combined with his own unique scent on missions. Lifting the bottle to her nose, she took a deep breath, inhaling the scent, infusing it deep into her body. Stepping out, the warm moist harm quickly descended upon her as toweled herself down before slipping into the clothes that she had found in Jack's drawers, they were way too big for her, of course, but they smelt like Jack and besides, her clothes from the previous night were still a damp mess. Quickly shaking the loose droplets of water from her short hair, she opened the door only to be assaulted by the heavenly scent of bacon and eggs, as well as a familiar tune, "The Simpsons, Sam smiled to herself and padded quietly into the kitchen, startling Jack when she wrapped her arms around her waist and pressed her lips against his still bare shoulder, chuckling as he jumped under her touch.
"You know someone with Special Ops training…"Sam whispered against his skin as Jack turned around in her grasp, brushing a tender kiss across her forehead as she rested her head against his chest, relishing in the feel of the soft hairs against her cheek.
"Sam?" Jack said after what seemed an eternity
"mmm?" her reply muffled by his chest as she titled her head to look up at him.
"Bacons burning." A smile in his voice as Sam leet go of him, albeit reluctantly.
"Opps." The tone of her voice indicating that she wasn't really sorry about the bacon burning.
"You go sit in front of the fire, I'll bring lunch in in a second."
As Sam settled down in front f the now roaring fire, she gazed into the flickering flames a feeling of contentment, peace, calm and a sense of being 'home' washed over her. Deep in thought, she could only think on the 12 years that had been wasted by them both. That she loved him and that he loved her was beyond question, she could probably trace it all the way back to Antarctica incident, but if she were to be truly honest with herself she had probably fallen in love with over with him over a briefing room table when she challenged him to an arm wrestle. But, bound by the stupid regulations, they had never acted on those feelings…at least not when under outside forces, and knowing that they had a job to do. Had a planet to save. But no more. The Goa'uld were long gone, as were the replicators. And the Ori? The last known Ori ship had been destroyed last week, and then the entire Earth fleet of Daedelus class ships, complete with the Asgard upgrades, some 15 ships, along with a handful of Ha'tac vessels had descended on the Ori home world and blown it to pieces.
"Penny for them?" a voice from behind asked as Sam gave a start.
"Just thinking…it's been an interesting 12 years." She replied a plate was thrust into her hands.
"Indeed." A smiled playing at his lips when he replied as he took a mouthful of bacon.
"Why did we wait 12 years?" Sam asked as they both scraped the last of their lunch off the plate.
"Well…for 8 years we were bound by regulations…as for the other 4…I don't know Sam…well…I know why I didn't…" Jack trailed off as he stared into the fire.
"Why?" Sam pressed him.
"I thought I was too old for you…still do, really." Jack's honest answer shocked Sam, knowing it to be untrue.
"Well, you definitely proved last night that you aren't." A smiled playing at her lips as she scooted closer to him on the rub, wrapping an arm around his waist and rested her head on his shoulder. Jack opened his mouth in protest but was immediately silenced by Sam pressing two fingers against his lips. "I didn't care about the age different 12 years ago when I fell for you, and I certainly don't care about it now. Life is too short Jack, we have to take what we are given now. I was given you."
Jack was rather speechless after Sam's deceleration, his mouth simply opening and closing several times before he enveloped her in a hug, crushing her to his body as the emotions that flowed through him threatened to escape.
How long they stayed like that is unclear, but after some time, Jack finally released Sam from his grip and gently brushed her hair out of her eyes and placed a soft kiss on her lips.
"You know what this calls for?" Jack said as he allowed himself to become lost in the beautiful blue depths of her eyes.
"What?" she replied, apparently mesmerized by the intesnse gaze of his brown eyes.
"A snowball fight."
"I have nothing to wear out in the snow."
"Ahh…but I have several outfits that are appropriate for snowball fights."
Sam grinned in response as she pulled herself to her feet, "C'mon then, flyboy, lets see what you're made of." She clanged as she pointed towards the door.
"I so won!" Jack exclaimed later as they sat drying in front of the raging fire, Sam wrapped lovingly in Jack's embrace, his head resting on her shoulder as she lay nestled in his lap.
"You cheated!" Sam cried back as she twisted her head around to look at him.
"I didn't!"
"Did so!"
"Didn't!"
"I can't believe we are arguing over this…" Sam said quietly as Jack grinned, thinking that he had won both the snowball fight and the argument, "after all, it was clear that I won."
"Arg!" Jack cried as he launched his attack, twisting Sam off his lap and pining her beneath him as he tickled her into submission, between her hysterical giggles she managed to gasp out two words.
"See. Cheated."
As night descended once again, Sam was resting her head in Jack's lap, one of his hands tangled through her short blonde hair, the other gently grasping one of her own.
"Sam?" Jack finally broke the silence, fearing that Sam may have fallen asleep on him
"mmm?" Came her muffled response, indicating that she was very near sleep.
"Have you ever thought about having kids?" Jack said quickly, nervous as all hell, they were after all only…20 hours into their relationship. He didn't want to rush her.
"Yeah, all the time." Sam turned her head to look up into his eyes, which were staring intently down at her, his nerves radiating off him in waves.
"Really…why haven't you had them?" he finally managed to choke out.
"Guy I wanted to be the father was out of reach for 8 years, and was off fishing the other 4." Sam replied honestly, a huge grin breaking over her features as Jack choked again.
"oh…" he managed to gasp out, shock settling in his stomach, "You still want those kids?" Taking a deep breath, he gave a small, hopeful grin.
"Yep." Sam was grinning so much her face was starting to hurt she was grinning so much
"Woah…" Jack was slightly bewildered…scared…exhilarated…a whole myriad of emotions were flowing through him as he impersonated a fish for several minutes as Sam gave a small chuckle.
"What about you…you want to be a dad?" Sam asked, chewing on her lip slightly as she stared up into his chocolate brown eyes.
Jack only had to think for a second…less than that really, "Yeah…sure, yabetcha!"
"Under one proviso?" Sam said as she climbed off his lap and knelt in front of him.
"And that would be…?" his heart pounding in chest as she clasped his hands between his own, her blue eyes wide and mixed with fear, determination and love as they stared deeply into his own.
"Jack O'Neill…will you marry me?"
You know, that's the worst cliffhanger of all time...since we ALL know what he is going to say :P Ah well, it's 12am, I had 6 hours of lectures and had 6 hour shift at work today, I've had 6 hours sleep in 3 days and I've been crying because I'm in so much pain because of my back, so you guys will have to deal with the worlds worst cliffhanger.
Please review. It'll remind me that I uploaded the chapter as well...took one of my super painkillers and will probably not even remember uploading it...it'll also tell me that you enjoyed the chapter.
