A/N: I posted this so soon because the last chapter was so short! Love you guys!

"General O'Neill," his assistant rang through into his office. "General Landry from the SGC is on the line for you."

"Hank. How are you?" Jack said.

"I've been better Jack. I wish this was a social call, but we have a situation arising. It seems like Ba'al is making some noise, and we need Colonel Carter back here at the SGC."

"Well Hank," Jack started. He took a deep breath. "Do you want to make that phone call or should I?"

Twenty minutes later, his assistant buzzed him again. "General O'Neill, Colonel Carter is on the line for you."

"Colonel Carter what can I do for you?" He said. His voice had a slight edge to it, nothing hard, but it was in full military tone.

"I take it you have talked to General Landry?" She said. There was something to her voice, but he couldn't exactly put his finger on it. She was probably thinking the same thing that he was. Now what?

"When are you leaving for Colorado?"

"I have to report Monday, 0800."

He sighed and dropped the receiver a touch. "Carter…" his voice trailed off.

"I know, Sir."

Back to the military phrases, tones, and undertones. Back to the "Carters" and "Sirs". Back to where things would have to be.

They disconnected and he shuffled papers around on his desk. He couldn't concentrate anymore… at least for this day. He told his assistant to clear his calendar. He would be back Monday morning.

-o-o-o-

"We need to talk." He said when she answered the knock at her apartment door. Sam was somewhat surprised to see him, but not completely shocked.

"Come on in, Sir." Sam said, opening the door wide; diverting her eyes from his.

He went into her apartment. She didn't waste anytime. There were a few boxes already packed nearby, and there were more in the corner of her dinning room. When she shut the door, he turned to her, took her into his arms, and kissed her.

"We will figure this out." He said to her.

"Sir…" His look stopped her in her tracks. "How? The same thing that stopped us for all those years…" Her voice trailed off and she looked away. Sam Carter was not one to cry, but she could feel the tears behind her eyes threatening to expose themselves.

When she looked at him again, her jaw was set with determination. She took a deep breath.

They stood there. He was holding her; her head was resting on his chest. Neither one wanted to end this.

"We have a few days." He said. "And since I am not there to sign your transfer papers, we have a while longer."

She laughed, and hugged him harder.

-o-o-o-

They decided the best thing to do was to tell General Landry. Since Jack was not "technically" her commanding officer, they weren't "theoretically" breaking the rules. Landry would have to turn a blind eye, but Jack knew he could count on Hank.

"We are heroes for crying out loud!" Jack told Sam more than once. She just smiled.

Jack called Hank, and they had a nice little discussion. The only thing Landry was afraid of was Jack stepping in. If anyone knew what kind of peril Carter could be in, it was Jack O'Neill. Jack reassured Landry that Carter was a big girl and knew how to take care of herself. He promised Hank that their relationship would not become a problem.

Landry agreed… and he agreed to keep it under wraps.

-o-o-o-

Sam reported for duty to the SGC Monday morning at 0800 hours. Jack was back in Washington. Her transfer papers were signed at 0815 hours. They were finally breaking the regulations, and it felt good.

With Sam back as an official part of SG-1, their time together became more and more scarce. But they did try every chance they got. She was able to sneak away for a few days here and there, and he did the same. His cabin became their favorite hide away. They could lock the world away when they were there, and they did.

It was very safe to say that they were in love.

TBC

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