A/N: Here's the next part of the story. Not much to say other than 'Enjoy'!
'Shit!' Sam exclaimed a little too loudly, causing the waitress passing by their table to shot her glare. Jack, who had bent his head over to try and catch the spaghetti from falling of his fork froze, and slowly lifted his head, his eyes asking the question for him. 'The hotel,' Sam explained. 'The last check-in time was an hour ago! Damn it.'
'What time is it,' Jack asked.
'It's almost 2300 hours,' Sam said.
'How the hell can it be that late?' Jack asked, surprised. He hadn't realised how late it was.
'Well, that little detour around half of DC 'cause you couldn't find the restaurant didn't help things, Sir,' Sam said.
'There's that…' Jack admitted sheepishly. He could have sworn that the restaurant had moved since the last time he'd been there. 'Hey, don't worry; there's plenty of space at my apartment. You're more than welcome to sleep with me,' Jack said, and this time it was Sams turn to freeze. Realising his mistake, Jack quickly tried to cover his mistake: 'I mean, you're more than welcome to sleep over at my place. I can take the couch, no problem.'
'Well… thanks.'
'Desert?' Jack asked, desperate to get off the subject.
'Got any blue Jell-o?' Sam asked the waitress who passed by.
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Dropping the keys to the apartment on the small table next to the door, Jack motioned with his arm around the place, saying 'it's not much, but it's home.'
'Looks lovely, Sir,' Sam said. 'Except for that stash of beer bottles on the table.' She motioned towards the kitchen table.
'Oh, uh… well, you know, being a Major General running the most secretive operation on the fact of this planet doesn't leave much time to petty things like cleaning,' Jack said.
'I noticed,' Sam said, stifling a laughter.
'Right, well, the bathroom's in there,' Jack pointed to a door. 'So why don't you go do your… stuff, and I'll go get some fresh sheets.'
'OK, thanks,' Sam said, opening her bag and digging through it to find whatever it was she needed. Jack, however, didn't move, but simply stared at Sam. After a few seconds, he suddenly realised just what it was he was doing, and before Sam could notice, he hurried off to find new sheets.
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Jack sat straight up, clearly awake. He did a quick sweep of the surroundings, and realised that not only was he on the couch for some reason he could not remember, there was also another person in the apartment, currently in the kitchen. What the? was all that he could think of, but just as he started thinking further Sam walked in to the living room. 'Good morning Jack, sleep well?' she asked.
Jack looked her for a moment, before asking 'Sorry?' Sam realised what she'd said, and asked the almost same question again: 'Good morning. Sleep well, Sir?'
'Yeah, fine. You?'
'Wonderfully. I made some breakfast, you want?' Sam said.
'You made breakfast?' Jack wondered. Sam let out a small laugh; 'Yes Sir, I figured that since you let me stay the night I should at least make breakfast.'
'How very kind of you, Carter,' Jack said. 'So what you got cooking?'
'Scrambled eggs and bacon.'
'Hey, those eggs were for my omelette!' Jack cried out, jokingly.
'That's alright Sir, you were out of beer anyway,' Sam said, with a grin on her face.
'Hey, I resent that!' Jack said.
'Yes Sir, sorry Sir. Now, if you don't mind, the coffee is getting late, so…' Sam said, motioning with her arms towards the kitchen.
'See, this is what I love about you. Coffee, breakfast… I could really get used to this,' Jack said, walking past Sam into the kitchen, leaving Sam to stare at the empty couch. What did he just say?!
Sitting down at the table, taking a bit of bacon and a drink of coffee, Jack wondered what kept Sam, until it suddenly dawned on him… he had used to 'L-word'. Oh shit…
To, as usual, be continued. Look for the next part within the week.