A/N

Thanks to everyone for all the reviews for the last chapter - you guys really are the best :-)

And sorry for the delay in posting but here is the next chapter.

Also, this kind of snuck up on me, but this is the last chapter. I didn't intend it to be, but that's the way it's worked out. I hope you enjoy, oh and a warning for sexual allusions.

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Early the next morning Sam found out where the General was staying. Gathering her stuff for the day she tucked the folded object into her laptop bag and headed out the door.

Jack pulled on a t-shirt and went to answer the knock at the door. "Carter," he greeted.

"Morning Sir," she replied with a faint smile.

He took a step back and gestured for her to enter. "Come in."

Her eyes flicked briefly over his unbuttoned trousers down to his bare feet. "I didn't mean to disturb you..."

He rolled his eyes and turned back into the room. "Just come in and shut the door," he ordered.

Taking a deep breath she followed him into the room and shut the door behind her. Staying by the door she clutched her bag in both hands.

Jack shoved his hands in his pockets and dug his toes into the carpet. When she didn't say anything he looked at her. "So how bad did I screw up last night?" he asked.

Sam looked away from him briefly before letting her eyes settle on his. "You didn't 'screw up' Sir," she answered. "As a matter of fact I think it...well it actually made me realise a few things."

He winced knowing no matter what she said, he'd screwed up. Bad. He watched as she dug in her bag before walking to him, holding out an object. He took it from her and looked at it.

She blushed. "Your shirt..."

His head shot up.

"I've had it for years," she admitted.

"Keep it," he insisted, his voice barely above a whisper as he tried to hand it back.

Sam shook her head as she looked from the shirt back up to his face. "I don't need it anymore."

He clutched the shirt in both hands. "What if," he started, his voice faltering. "What if I need you to have it?"

"Then that's not fair to either of us," she replied. "And it's really not fair to..."

"I know," he said cutting her off, both of them knowing this was about more than just a t-shirt.

She took a step towards him, placing her hand on his. "Maybe there could have been something once," she said softly. "But..."

He looked up to her. "Not now," he finished for her.

"Not now," she agreed. His eyes pleaded with her and she nearly broke, nearly took the shirt back from him. Nearly dropped her bag and took him in her arms. But that feeling was a remnant of something that had once been. Something, she realised last night, that she'd hung onto because she didn't know how to let it go, didn't think there could be anything else.

She gave his hand a slight squeeze. "Goodbye Sir."

"Carter," he breathed grasping her hand, turning her back towards him.

She felt the tears sting her eyes, her throat aching. She did drop her bag then, her other hand going to his chest as she leaned in and placed her lips against his cheek, her eyes closing against the tears. "I'll always love you Jack," she murmured against his skin. "But it's too late." She pulled back to look at him. "You have your fiancé, and..."

"And you have Jon," he said trying to keep the bitterness from his voice.

She shook her head. "I'm not with Jon, it's not like I'm choosing him over you..."

He snorted at that. "Sure as hell seems like it..."

"And what part of 'You have your fiancé' did I get wrong exactly?" she asked incredulously. "Because I sure as hell didn't hear you contradicting me!"

Jack didn't answer and Sam shook her head. "I went to Nevada for three months," she said. "Where were you then?"

His head dropped, he couldn't look at her knowing the only reason they didn't get together then, the reason they weren't together now was because he'd let his stubborn pride get in the way.

She leant over and picked up her bag. "Fifteen years is long enough to wait," she murmured before she turned and left him alone.

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Jon sat in the back row of the lecture theatre watching as she smiled when the students understood what she said and patiently explained the concepts when they didn't. At the end of the lecture he went down to talk to her.

"Hey," he said.

She looked up at him and gave a wan smile. "Hi."

"So, um...have you seen him yet?"

Sam nodded. "This morning."

"How'd it go?" he asked.

She opened her mouth to answer but nothing came out and she felt her face crumple.

"Oh Sam," he breathed reaching out a hand to cover hers where it rested on the desk.

Several cadets who were standing nearby overheard his words and glanced over, turning back to each other with raised eyebrows at seeing their fellow cadet practically holding hands with the legendary Colonel Carter.

Sam shot them a look pulling her hand from under his.

"Sorry," he murmured feeling miserable that she was upset, not wanting to do anything to make it worse. He scratched at a point on the desk for a few minutes while she packed up her laptop not knowing what to say to make her feel better. When she finished she picked up her bag and looked at him. "Well I guess I'll just..." he mumbled as he started to turn away.

"Jon..."

He turned back to her.

"Do you want to..." she stalled for a moment before she started again. "Could you...come by tonight?" she asked, her eyes on his.

He nodded. "Yeah, of course."

She gave him small smile as she left.

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Jon shifted nervously as he waited for her to answer the door. "Hey," he said as she opened up.

Sam smiled and moved to let him in. "Hey yourself."

He moved into the room, but when he turned back to her she was facing the closed door, her head leant against it. "Sam?"

She turned to him tears streaming down her face.

He moved to her and pulled her into his arms. "What did he do?"

She shook her head and sniffled into his shirt.

He held her until she calmed enough to speak.

"He didn't do anything really," she whispered.

Jon closed his eyes. "Are you still in love with him?"

Sam sniffed and shook her head. "I don't think I've been in love with him for a while," she started. "It's just that...this thing, whatever it was, that was between us...well it was there for a really long time. And now..."

"It's gone?" he guessed.

She nodded. "It just feels like a part of me is missing," she whispered.

He laid his forehead against hers. "I know what you mean," he whispered back.

She brought her eyes to his and realised she didn't see Jack in them anymore. She only saw Jon. "You wanna know what else?" she asked.

"Tell me..."

"It feels like a weights been lifted."

He brought his hand up to smooth across her cheek, his thumb wiping away her tears.

She laid a hand flat on his chest, her eyes dropping to his lips.

He leant in touching his lips to her other cheek, tasting the salt of her tears on his tongue.

She moved into his touch not knowing if she was doing the right thing, only knowing she wanted, needed to be touched, to be loved, surrounded, consumed. Knowing that she trusted Jon not to hurt her, trusted him to be who and what he was, sweet and funny and kind and loving. Then she thought of those other women he'd had in his life and she pushed back from him slightly.

"I'm sorry," he murmured.

Sam frowned. "No, Jon it's not..." she faltered. "I...tonight...I'd feel like I was using you..."

He shook his head as he leant into her, his lips grazing her ear. "Let me help you," he whispered.

His breath on her skin made her shiver and she brought her hand up to cover his where it rested against her cheek her eyes finding his. Hesitantly she brought her lips to his, her hand sliding up to the back of his neck.

He didn't push, didn't try to deepen the kiss, waiting for her tongue to reach out for him before he parted his lips for her.

Sam pulled back and searched his face before she took his hand in hers and led him to the bedroom.

She stopped and turned to face him. After a moment he moved to her pulling her against him, his hand reaching out to stroke along her cheek, turning her face up to his. He gently placed his lips to hers, pulling back to look in her eyes again.

Slowly she reached out placing her hands flat on his chest, her eyes following as they moved up over his shoulders, one sliding into his hair, the other coming to rest at the back of his neck.

Jon's eyes closed at the feel of her hands on him. He felt her shift, her lips coming up to meet his this time. He tightened his hold on her as she ran her tongue over his lips, his mouth welcoming her.

He slowly undressed her, his eyes lingering on every inch of skin he uncovered as he gazed at her almost reverently.

She pulled his t-shirt over his head, her hands smoothing over the solid wall of his chest, her lips following their path. She fingered the band of his shorts where they rested on his lean hips and waited for him to remove his shoes and socks before she helped him take them off. Reaching behind herself she undid the clasp of her bra letting it fall to the ground, his eyes on her body making her shiver and as she stepped into his embrace her sensitive nipples crushed against his smooth chest making her sigh.

His lips trailed over the long column of her neck as she took that final step and divested him of his boxers. Sliding his hands down the soft skin of her back, he smoothed them over the swell of her ass before he moved them back up to slide her panties down over her hips.

Sam took a step back, her legs coming into contact with the bottom of the bed.

Jon watched as she lay back, moving up the bed until her head rested on the pillow. Their eyes met and he let out a breath as he moved towards her.

Sam's hands slid down over his back as he moved up over her. She parted her thighs, his body settling between them.

His lips parted, his breathing shallow, he felt the heat of her against his hip, his hardness pressed into the softness of her inner thigh. "You're beautiful," he murmured as he stared into her eyes.

She smiled, her mouth finding his, her leg coming up around his waist. "Make love to me," she whispered against his lips.

He went slow, took his time. They had all night, and he wanted to make her forget. He wanted to help her heal. Be the balm for her tattered and raw emotions.

His love making was exactly like him. Gentle and tender, sweet and passionate. She lost herself in his touch and never once forgot who she was with, never once wanted to pretend she was with someone else.

Hours later he lay at her side, his hand rubbing slow gentle circles over her back making her softly sigh. He wanted so much to tell her how he felt, to tell her he loved her, but the words died in his throat, terrified she would think they weren't his...

The next morning he woke to a soft hand smoothing over his back. He turned his head and smiled up at her.

"Good morning," she said smiling back at him.

"Hey," he replied rolling over to face her. He reached out a hand to her. "Still beautiful..."

She placed a hand on his chest as she leant down to place a kiss on his cheekbone. "So are you," she murmured against his skin.

He grinned as he trailed a hand down her spine feeling her shiver beneath his fingers. "Not sure how I feel about being described as beautiful..." He felt her smile against his cheek before she pulled back to look at him, her hand tracing the outlines of his body.

"Michelangelo's David is beautiful," she murmured. "Adonis was beautiful...God of beauty and desire...and that's what you are..."

"What am I?"

"Beauty...and desire..."

Her words struck a chord in him and he pulled her down to him.

Sam moved to straddle him and loved that she could make him gasp as she sunk down onto him.

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He stood by her car, his arm resting on top of the open door as she put her stuff in the back. When she moved to close it he stood back not really sure what to do with his hands, only knowing he wanted to pull her to him. She took a step towards him, now within arms reach and he had to curl his hands into fists to stop himself reaching for her.

"Well, I guess it ended up being quite a week huh?" she asked with a slight smile.

He nodded. "Yeah I guess so," he replied softly, his smile not quite reaching his eyes.

"I'm going to miss you," she admitted after a moment.

He did reach out then, his hand catching hers. "You don't have to be a stranger you know."

"Neither do you," she replied, giving his hand a slight squeeze.

He looked at her, not daring to hope she meant what he thought she did.

She smiled as she held out her hand. "Gimme your phone."

He pulled it out of his pocket and handed it to her, watching as her fingers flew over the screen. When she handed it back he looked at it and saw three phone numbers and her address listed under her name. His heart swelled and he smiled as he looked back to her.

She moved forward and placed her hand over his. "Use it," she said earnestly as she looked at him.

He nodded. "I will."

Then she pulled him into a hug.

Jon wrapped his arms around her burying his face in the crook of her neck.

After a moment they pulled back from each other and he opened the car door for her giving her one final wave as she drove out of the lot.

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A/N

*Peaks though fingers*

Please don't anyone throw things at me for what happened with Jack.

I hope you all enjoyed it and that there are still some Team Jon people out there (remember just because you admit you like Jon doesn't mean you love Jack any less :-) )

Thanks to everyone for reading and following and to everyone that reviewed, I really appreciate the feedback and knowing your thoughts on the stories.

I'm also thinking of turning this into a series maybe something like the 'Heartbreaker' series I'm doing with young Sam and Jack so let me know what you think.

And as always I'd like to know what you thought of how we ended up :-)