The alarm blared obnoxiously. Sam groaned, fumbling beside her in an attempt to shut it off. After a few attempts, she finally succeeded. She groaned again and rolled over to snuggle into Daniel's chest.

"Morning, Sam," he said, already awake.

"Morning..." she mumbled, closing her eyes again.

"Wake up Sam." Daniel whispered, his lips brushing against her ear.

"Make me," she grumbled drowsily. Daniel backed up just slightly from her and bent his head down, kissing her softly.

"Wake up, Sam," he whispered again, this time against her lips. Sam smiled but kept her eyes closed as Daniel kissed her. "We have to get to the base." Sam opened her eyes.

"Buzzkill." She glared at him but couldn't hold the dirty look for long. It was Monday morning. Since the end of the movie Saturday night, they'd only left Sam's bed for the most urgent of needs. She smiled again before levering herself upright so she could see the clock.

"Ugh. Almost six already. I guess we should get moving if we're going to be there by seven." She leaned over to kiss him again before swinging her legs off the side of the bed and standing up. "I've got to go grab a shower." She pulled off the oversized t-shirt she'd thrown on sometime in the middle of the night. Looking over her shoulder at him, she grinned.

"Join me?"

Daniel smiled and followed her to the bathroom.

Sam pulled into her parking spot with a grin on her face. She hadn't expected the weekend to go the way it had, but she'd be lying to herself if she said she hadn't hoped for it eventually. She scanned the lot as she climbed out of the car and saw Daniel wasn't there yet. They'd come separately because they'd agreed it was best to keep their relationship hidden when they were at Stargate Command. Since Daniel wasn't military it wasn't technically against regulations, but Sam was sure General Hammond wouldn't allow them to keep working together. Checking the parking lot entrance one more time and not seeing Daniel's car, she headed for her lab.

A few hours later, Sam was working busily at her lab computer transcribing some notes from the last couple of offworld missions. She was in the middle of deciphering a particularly messy section when a knock on the door caused her to jump. She swung around quickly as the door opened.

"Daniel! You startled me." She said, half-accusingly.

"Sorry, Sam. How's it going?" he asked.

"Alright. Something I can do for you?" she asked, trying to maintain her professionalism. She was glad he'd stopped by. As odd as it seemed to her, she realised she'd missed him.

"Nothing specific, but I know you've been locked in here all morning, and since it's now after 1300 hours I thought I'd drag you out of here to go to the mess for lunch." Daniel grinned.

"Is it really that late?" As Sam asked her incredulous question, her stomach growled audibly. "Oh. I guess it is," she said with an embarrassed smile. "Yeah, let's have lunch." Clicking a few times with her mouse to save her work, she stood up and headed for the door. Closing the lab up behind them, they walked down the short corridor to the lift.

"So, how are those translations going?" Sam asked.

"Fine," he said. "I've started on some new ones. Some of those artefacts we brought back from the last mission have inscriptions on them. I haven't worked them all out yet, but they could be useful." The door to the lift opened and they stepped inside. The door zipped closed again and Daniel quickly put his hands to Sam's shoulders, pressing her backwards against the wall and kissing her.

"Hi," Sam said, smiling.

"Hi," Daniel replied as the elevator slowed and then jerked slightly to a stop. By the time the door opened, they were standing appropriately side by side, and disembarked to go eat lunch.

She was surrounded by sand. She was covered in it, choking on it. She didn't know where the storm had come from, and she couldn't find the others.

"Daniel!" She called. "Jack! T-" she coughed hard as her mouth filled with the swirling sand. She couldn't call out. Couldn't breathe. She fell to her knees...

Sam sat bolt upright in her bed, breathing hard and clutching at her quilt.

"Shit. Oh my God. Oh my God." She took a minute to reorient herself after the nightmare from the mission to P3X-983. She pulled her knees up to her chest and tried to calm her breathing. She leaned over and grabbed the cell phone on her nightstand. Flipping it open, she typed a short text message.

Hey Daniel. You awake?

She glanced at the time. 2:33 am. Probably not. She was just about to put the phone back down when it buzzed in her hand. She opened it again.

I can be. What's wrong?

Sam smiled.

Nothing. Sorry I woke you.

Sam, don't give me that. What's wrong.

It's silly.

It's not.

I had a nightmare. About the mission with the sandstorm. I couldn't find any of you and I was choking on the sand.

We're all OK, Sam.

I know. I told you it was silly.

If it bothered you enough that you had to text me, it's not silly. Do you want me to come over?

Now you're being silly. Go back to bed, Daniel. I'll see you in a few hours.

Are you sure?

I'm fine. Really. I feel better now that I've talked to you.

She did. It was amazing how even when he wasn't with her, Daniel could calm her down. Of course, she still preferred him being with her, but she knew if she said that he'd get in his car this second and drive over. Daniel didn't sleep enough as it was.

As long as you're sure...

I'm positive. Go back to sleep. Thank you.

Anytime, Sam. For you, anytime.

Sam set the phone back on her nightstand, took a sip of water from the glass she kept there, and lay back down, willing herself back to sleep.