Okay, this one is an Episode Tag to season four's "The Light". Could you guys tell me if these are all starting to sound the same? There's only a certain amount of ways to say certain things. But if you guys like it, I'll keep going. If you don't, I'll assume it's time to wrap this series up. Reviews are a wonderful thing:)

"Light"ning

It was a week and a half into their three week "vacation" on P4X-347, and Jack was getting restless. Well actually, "getting" wasn't quite the right word. "Had Gotten" or "Was Long Since" restless were probably better descriptions for how he was feeling. He'd been stuck in this god-forsaken palace for way too long, and the cabin fever was reaching a boiling point.

Jack looked up from where he had been playing with his yo-yo (he'd asked General Hammond to send it through with the rest of their supplies), and studied his teammates for a moment, seeing how they were faring.

Daniel was deep in conversation with Loran, the boy they'd found when they got here, about his origins, his planet, his people, his culture, and anything else the boy might know about his past.

Teal'c was reading…something… that looked to be long, boring and tedious to Jack, but evidently had the Jaffa rather entertained.

And Carter, of course, was working. The SGC had sent her laptop through the gate so she could continue her work on something or another, and it seemed to be occupying her complete attention.

Which left Jack sitting, fiddling with his yo-yo and contemplating what he could possibly do to alleviate the boredom that threatened to drive him insane.

Abruptly, he stood up and announced to the room at large, "I'm going for a walk. Anyone want to join me?"

They all looked up at him, then back down at what they had been doing. "Aww, come on, you guys, have a little fun!"

"Um, sir," Carter said without looking up, "this is fun."

"Really."

"Yes sir."

Jack looked at her for a second, watching her mouth twitch a little in amusement as she studied her screen before he made a split second command decision.

"Come on, Carter. We're going for a walk."

She looked up, resigned. "Is that an order, sir?"

"Damn straight it is. I can't order Teal'c or Daniel around, so you're the lucky winner. Let's go, move out."

Shaking her head, Sam closed her laptop and got to her feet, stretching the kinks out of her back as she did so. She didn't want to admit it, but she could use a break. She'd been working on a particularly troublesome quirk in the stargate computer for several days now and the progress was slow and painstaking. But interesting, definitely interesting.

"Okay, sir, where are we going?"

Jack swooshed his hand in front of him. "Out there…"

"Don't go too far 'out there' Jack, or you might lose it again." Daniel warned.

O'Neill grimaced, remembering how he and Carter had almost come to blows the last time they had wandered out of range of the mechanism that had addicted them all.

"Don't worry, Danny, I won't take her past the grave…uh…" he glanced at Loran and cleared his throat. "Yeah. We won't go far. Besides, isn't this addiction thing supposed to be getting less…" he waved his hand vaguely "…uh, less?"

"Yeess," Daniel said slowly, "but we still don't know how far we can get from it before we start to feel the effects."

"Ah. Okay, Carter, let's go."

Sam stepped out of the palace into a bracing ocean breeze and immediately felt better. The air was crisp and smelled just like the beach at home. She stood quietly for a minute, eyes closed, enjoying the wind in her hair. Then she jumped at a light touch on her shoulder.

"You okay, Carter?" Jack asked, already knowing the answer.

"Great sir. Thanks for getting me out of there. I needed a break."

"Not a problem."

They walked in companionable silence for a while, hands in their pockets. Jack looked at his 2IC out of the corner of his eye, watching her be at her ease, just as he had watched her when she first stepped out of the palace.

Damn, she's beautiful! Then caught himself and shook his head. Now where did that come from?

Sam caught the movement and looked at him. "Everything okay, sir?" she asked curiously. It wasn't often that she saw Jack deep in thought.

"Fine." he said lightly, looking back at her and catching her eyes. They walked a few steps without looking away, that intangible something that had secretly been haunting each of them becoming a little stronger-- until Jack caught his foot on a stone and fell face first into the sand.

Sam burst out laughing as Jack sat up spluttering and spitting sand out of his mouth. He glared up at her, squinting into the sun and forming the words to give her a good telling off, when it occurred to him to just get even. So he swung his leg out and knocked her feet out from under her. She landed like a cat, her arms catching her fall and stopping her from hitting the sand. She looked at him and once again their eyes locked.

Sam smiled, and her smile turned mischievous as an idea occurred to her. Then she sprung up and started to run, sprinting across the sand and looking back at him, daring him to catch her.

Not being quite as agile as the younger officer, Jack clambered to his feet and took off after her, working up speed as his long legs ate up the yards between them. She glanced back and ran faster, but he was still gaining. After a few minutes, he caught up with her and tackled her, wrapping his arms around her chest as they both crashed into the sand.

The hard landing having knocked the wind out of her, Sam took a second to get her breath back. Then she felt Jack's arms loosen, and she turned to look at him, to tell him what a great run it had been, but her voice stuck in her throat at the look burning in his eyes. Then she felt it too, a fire in her belly that fueled something she had not felt in years. In fact, part of her overactive brain informed her, the last time she had felt this way had been in her first year of working at the SGC when she and many others had been infected with a virus that had regressed them into little more than cavemen. Then, too, she had felt this irrepressible need to be very close to this man, to taste him, to have him, no matter what the cost. This was not quite the animal instinct that had driven her then, but it was close. Very close.

Another part of her brain started squealing at her to get up, to move, to get away or something very inappropriate was going to happen. But before she could move, whether to obey her brain or not, she couldn't say, Jack had closed the gap between them, and had pressed his mouth to hers, kissing her, his mouth hot and insistent.

She opened to him immediately, and felt his tongue push its way in, even as his free hand wound into her hair. Sam moaned and matched his urgency, pressing her body against him, wishing there were not quite so many layers between them. He released her mouth and moved is lips over her jaw and down her neck, sucking and nipping. She gasped as his breath and tongue moved over the sensitive skin on her neck, and instinctively pressed her leg up in between his own. She clutched him to her, both hands in his silver hair, her passion mounting by the second.

Jack was on fire. There was no other word for it. He kissed and sucked at her neck, then returned to her mouth where she once again received him readily. He could feel her hands caressing his neck and chest and abruptly he wanted to feel those hands in his own. Rolling on top of her from their side-lying position, he braced himself with his knees in the sand and caught her hands in his, entwining their fingers and then raising both their hands over her head.

He pulled back a little to make sure this new position was okay with her, but the answering inferno in her eyes settled the question. Then he attacked her with his mouth again, their tongues clashing and sliding over one another until he was in a frenzy and this was just not enough anymore. Releasing her hands, but not her mouth, Jack began to tug at Sam's jacket, wanting to get to the skin beneath. She was gasping and bucking under him, egging him on without saying a word.

He had just about gotten her jacket open when icy cold water splashed over them, drenching them both from head to toe. The tide had come in and the shock of the interruption brought them both out of their haze and back into the real world.

Sam stared up at Jack with wide eyes that knew full well what had just happened. Jack stared back for a moment, then realized if he did not get up RIGHT NOW he was going to start up again, and this time no amount of water was going to be able to stop them.

Groaning reluctantly, he rolled off her and to his feet, extending a hand to help her up, which she accepted. Once they were both vertical, they seemed to have trouble looking at one another, and began to look around at where they were.

"Um, Carter?"

"Yes, sir?" Jack winced a little at the return to formality.

"Where's the palace?" They had run so far that it was no longer within view.

Sam studied the landscape for second, then pointed. "That way, sir."

"Maybe we should be getting back. We don't want our mother hens to worry."

She nodded, "Good idea, sir."

Twenty minutes later, two very wet air force officers entered the Goa'uld palace to find themselves looking at two very worried men.

"Where the hell have you been?!" Daniel yelled at them? "Don't you realize how dangerous it is to get too far away from this thing?!"

Sam and Jack looked at each other, then at Daniel.

"Yes Daniel," Jack said, the tiniest smirk playing at the corners of his mouth, "We know exactly how dangerous it is."