A/N: Sorry about the delay on this guys. Had a lot of extra hours at work and getting ready for Christmas. Thanks for all the reviews! They really mean a lot.

Jacob appears in this one - and he's overly calm…. Very dangerous. Jonas, prepare yourself!

No beta - all mistakes are my own.

Please review.

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"Sam," Jack said as he flipped her onto her back and held himself above her, positioning himself between her legs. He felt her legs twist around his, holding him in place. "Another man turned you on. How do you think that makes me feel?"

"Used?" she asked, sadly.

"Exactly," he sighed. He was in bed with a beautiful young blonde, who wanted him to make love to her. So why was he stalling? Because he wanted to be the one who turned her on. Not some other man, that's why

"But its you that I want, not him," she replied as she laced her fingers in his short hair, pulling his face closer to hers.

Jack let her pull his head closer to hers. Sighing, she kissed him, her tongue demanding entry to his mouth. Moaning softly in pleasure when he opened his mouth to hers, she moved one hand from his hair to his back, pushing him down to close the distance between their bodies.

Jack could feel himself start to give in to her. He allowed her to pull him closer and started to lose himself in her kiss. Instinctively, his left hand grasped her right hip as he ground his hips against hers for the first time, causing her to moan into his mouth. Jack felt himself smile. God, he loved that sound.

"Sam, I'm sorry, I can't," he said as he pulled away, causing her to whimper from loss of contact.

"Why?" she asked. "Don't you want to?"

"Sam, I would love to, but it wouldn't be fair, on either of us. And Janet told you; no sexual activity," he said as he ran a thumb over her cheek.

"Ok," she exhaled softly, before cringing. "I feel so stupid."

"Why?" he asked, tipping her face to his as she tried to look away in shame.

"For throwing myself at you. We don't even know each other. Jonas was right, I am an easy slut."

"NO," he said forcefully, gripping her chin and making her look at him. "There is a connection between us; I know I'm not the only one who feels it. I know you do too. I'm not sure what that connection is yet, but I'd like to see where it goes. Maybe it'll lead to us sleeping together, maybe it wont. Never accept anything he says to you. He's trying to manipulate you. Don't let him."

Sam nodded and untangled her legs from his. She knew Jack was right. She felt the connection too. She knew, that despite only meeting him two nights before, that the connection was strong and that one day they would be together.

Jack rolled back onto his side of the bed and pulled her close. He fell asleep hours later, replaying the evening over and over in his head. He hoped that he hadn't made a fool of himself by pushing her away and rambling on about their connection.

Did she feel the connection too? Or was he just hoping that she did? Looking down at the woman lying on his chest, he smiled. He had no idea what the future would bring them, but he hoped that it would be good.

He had never imagined himself being with anyone other than Sarah.

But as he lay there with Sam curled up at his side, he couldn't imagine being there with anyone else.

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Jack woke early again the next morning, putting the alarm off before it had even started chirping, and smiled. Sam was still asleep on his chest. He loved the weight on her lying there.

He noticed as he moved slightly that his hand had found its way under the t-shirt she was wearing. His smile grew when he realised how soft her skin was. Absently, he ran his hand up and down her back, relishing at the contact she was unconsciously allowing him.

He would never tire of a woman's soft warm skin. It was one of the things he loved most about being married. He would spend hours with Sarah wrapped in his arms as he gently touched any part of skin that he could.

It surprised him that Sam's skin was softer than Sarah's. And more toned. He reasoned that was only because Sam wasn't a mother. He knew other things in life took priority over a toned stomach when there was a child running around. Not that Sarah had let herself go, or neglected herself, it was more that Charlie took priority over how soft the skin on her back was.

He felt Sam sigh and shiver slightly as she woke up from her sleep. His hand stilled on her back, scared that she would react badly.

He felt her kiss his chest and his hand resumed its movement. He looked down at her when she raised her head to look at him.

"Morning," she yawned, before he pulled her up to be level with his face.

"Morning," he replied, tucking some of her hair behind her ear and cupping her face in his hands.

Sam smiled shyly, remembering what she had done the night before.

Jack loved the blush that appeared on her cheeks. He chuckled softly to himself as he leaned in for a good morning kiss. It had been a long time since he had had one of those.

"You know, a man could get used to this," he whispered as he pulled back and rested his forehead against hers.

"Used to what?" Sam answered, as she traced his face with her fingers.

"Waking up to a beautiful young blonde on his chest, with long soft hair, who is wearing his clothes and good morning kisses," he said between quick soft kisses.

"I'm not that young," she blushed. "And I'm not beautiful."

"You are so beautiful," he told her, looking her straight in the eyes. "And you're younger than me, I'm guessing by more that a few years," he held up his finger in protest when her mouth opened. "Ah. Right now there are more important things."

"What's that?"

"Breakfast!" he grinned, before kissing her again and then getting out of bed, pulling on a t-shirt as he walked to the door.

After eating a big breakfast and getting dressed, the two adults walked to Jack's truck. Sam paused before getting in. She could feel someone watching her. And she felt dizzy.

"Jack?" she said as she steadied herself on the door. He appeared at her side with worry etched on his face. "I don't feel so good," she told him before sinking to her knees.

Jack wrapped his arms around her as she lowered herself to the ground. He sat on the ground and pulled her onto his lap, cradling her head to his chest.

"Its just the concussion, Sam. You probably just moved too fast. Deep breaths, nice and slow. You'll feel better soon," he whispered in her ear.

"There's someone watching us," she told him while squeezing her eyes shut.

"I know, I can feel it too. But I cant see anyone."

Sam pulled away from his chest a few minutes later, her dizzy spell over. She smiled gratefully as he helped her to her feet.

"You're okay," he told her.

"Sam?" a voice behind her asked. A voice she knew all too well. Slightly panicked, she looked at Jack before turning around. There in front of her stood her father.

"Dad," she said, her voice slightly shocked. "What are you doing here?" she asked as she walked towards him.

"George called me," he explained while taking her into his arms.

"Of course he did," Sam muttered.

"He's concerned Sammie. And he promised me he would. And for good reason too! Look at you!"

"Dad, I'm fine, really!" Sam protested.

"Really? Is that why he's attacked you twice since you've gotten here?"

"How did you know?" she asked, stunned. She hadn't even told Hammond about that yet.

"I'm an Air Force General Sammie, you know I have my ways. What happened to all that self defence I taught you?" he asked while examining her swollen face.

"He's stronger than I am," she whispered while lowering her eyes to the ground.

"It has nothing to do with strength Sammie, you know that. You just need to put your skills to the test. I know you can kick the crap out of that guy if you put in a little bit of effort."

"Dad…" she winced as he glided a thumb over her swollen cheek.

"So, who's the guy?" he asked, nodding to Jack.

"You obviously know who he is, otherwise you wouldn't know where to find me," she said through gritted teeth as he looked at the cut on her head.

"So introduce me," he said as he tipped her head back to look at the bruise on her neck.

"Dad," she said loud enough for Jack to hear. "This is Colonel Jack O'Neill. He's been kind enough to take me in and stupid enough to get himself involved in this mess," she motioned towards Jack while turning towards him. "Jack, this is my dad, General Jacob Carter."

"Sir," Jack greeted him while saluting.

"Relax kid," Jacob said, while saluting him back. "I'm not here on business. I'm just here to look after my daughter."

"I'm old enough to look after myself," Sam argued.

"And you're doing a wonderful job," he said sarcastically as Sam rolled her eyes. "I told you he wasn't good enough for you and that he was clinically insane. Have you realised that yet?"

"Yes, dad, a little too well," she folded her arms over her chest.

"Where is the bastard anyway? Its about time he got acquainted with my fist."

"I don't know. I haven't seen him since he escaped out the hotel window," she shrugged before grasping her side in pain.

"Did you take your meds this morning?" Jack asked her.

"Guess I forgot," she whimpered.

"Come on in, Sir, make yourself at home," Jack said while sweeping his arm towards his house.

Jacob rested his hand on his daughters back and led her towards the house. Jack grabbed the phone before motioning for his two guests to sit down as he walked to the kitchen.

After Sam had taken her pills and a lengthy phone call to Hammond, Jack joined them in the living room, taking a seat on one of the chairs opposite them.

"Hammond's on his way," he said as he looked at Sam, who was nursing her glass of water.

"So how long have you been staying here Sam?" Jacob asked his only daughter.

"Past two nights," she answered before raising her glass.

"And have you slept at all?" he asked, motioning to the dark circles under her eyes, not entirely sure if they were caused by lack of sleep or the start of a bruise.

"Yeah, slept pretty well. The meds tend to make me feel tired," she shrugged, not really knowing where he was taking the conversation.

"And where have you been sleeping?"

"In a bed," she told him truthfully and raised her glass again.

"His bed?" he asked with raised eyebrows while pointing to Jack across the table as Sam choked on her water. He knew by her reaction that he was right.