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Sam woke early the next morning to the feel of fingers dancing over her back. Raising her head she saw Jack smiling down at her.

"Morning," she said as she stretched her arms over his body.

"Morning," he said as he brushed her hair off her face. Sam moved off his chest and lay her head on the pillow that she had abandoned for the past few nights in favour of his chest. "Sleep well?" he asked.

"Yeah. You?" she asked in reply as he rolled to face her, a smile appearing on his face.

"Better than I have in a long time," he admitted. He stayed silent for a few moments, just staring at her and making her blush. "So. Did you enjoy last night?" he asked nervously, despite her earlier praises.

Sam laughed as she smiled. She never imagined Jack O'Neill being nervous. She kissed him lightly on the lips before answering. "I had an amazing time last night. And when you used your tongue… God that was mind blowing!"

"Sam?" he asked, shock evident in his voice.

"Yeah?"

"That was foreplay. Have you never done that before?"

Sam looked uncomfortable. "Not in that way. I didn't know it was an option. His foreplay was limited to his hips grinding against mine. While I had to do everything to him."

"God, you're so innocent," he told her as he kissed her lips.

"I don't think innocent is quite the right word to describe me," she replied while wrapping her arms around his neck as he pinned her to his bed.

"What word would you use?" he asked as he found the pulse point on her neck and sucked, determined to mark her.

"Last night, you said I was 'dangerous'. Now I'm innocent?" she asked as she moved her neck to allow him better access.

"You are dangerous. And addictive. You're making me feel things I haven't felt since I met my wife. But you're innocent in ways that I can't begin to explain to you."

"Sorry," she sighed.

"I never said your innocence was a bad thing," he said forcing himself to look at her. "It's actually really hot."

"Really?"

"Oh yeah," he said before he kissed her, his tongue duelling with hers.

"So these things I make you feel…" she began as he began kissing the swell of her breasts. She heard him moan in reply. "Are they good feelings?" she gasped as he swirled a sensitive nipple in his mouth. "Do you want to be feeling them again?"

He drew back from her breast with a slight pop and drew up so he was level with her face.

"I hoped I would feel them again, but I never expected to. I don't deserve to feel like this."

"Like what?" Sam asked, a little worried.

"Happy," he finally admitted after a few moments of just looking into her bright young blue eyes.

"Everyone deserves to be happy Jack," she whispered.

"My son died because of me. I don't deserve to be happy," he said through gritted teeth before pushing her further into the bed, anger suddenly filling him. He climbed over her and stalked to his adjoining bathroom, slamming the door behind him.

Sam angrily wiped the tears from her eyes before she threw off the covers and went in search of her clothes. She quickly pulled them on and ran her fingers through her hair trying to tame it.

Jack opened the bathroom door just before she left the bedroom as she shoved her feet into her shoes.

"Sam," he started as she reached for the door handle.

"What?" she asked quietly.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do that. I didn't mean to hurt or scare you," he said as he slowly walked towards her.

"That's what he said before he started hitting me," she whispered as she looked at him with scared eyes.

"Please don't leave," he said, his voice betraying him, making him sound as though he was begging as he took a few steps towards her while holding out his hand.

Sam looked from the door handle she had a tight grip of, to his hand held out to her, to his face - so full of shame - to his eyes full of apology and back to the door handle.

She was torn.

She had vowed to herself that she wouldn't be abused again. She would leave at the first sign of it. There was no way she was putting herself through hell again, willingly.

But she knew, somehow, that Jack was a good man. He wasn't the type of man to abuse a woman. But he had scared her to the core. When he had pushed her into the bed she hadn't seen his face, she had seen Jonas's.

"I don't know what to do," she whispered to the door.

"I understand," he said sadly as he lowered his hand to his side and took a step back. "I'm not going to make you stay. But I would prefer it if you did. At least let me drive you to the mountain. Or to your father."

Sam nodded as she opened the door and walked out of the room. Once in the kitchen she poured herself a glass of water and grabbed her pain medication. Her eyes fell on the almost full beer bottle on the counter and she chocked back a sob.

Turning around she gripped her medication tighter in her hand, squashing the box as she sank to the floor. Tears streamed down her face as she dug the heels of her hands into her eyes and drew her knees to her chest.

Jack found her there minutes later and his heart broke at the sight of her so broken. He hated himself for scaring her as much as he had. He didn't know what had come over him. But he was determined to make it right.

She had been put through too much hell to take it from him too.

Jack kneeled in front of her and lay a hand on her knee, willing her to look at him.

"Go away," she sobbed quietly.

"Sam," he begged, massaging her knee with his hand.

"No."

"Sam, please. I'm sorry."

"I don't care."

"My son… he's still a touchy subject and I suspect he always will be in some way. And I get angry at myself. I didn't meant to take it out on you."

"Why?" she asked quietly.

"Why what?" he asked, trying to pull her legs away from her chest.

"Why is it your fault he died?" she asked so quietly he barely heard her.

"He accidentally…" he trailed off, looking away from her face to the floor. "He, uh…" he swallowed. "He accidentally shot himself… with my gun. I hadn't put it away properly and he found it. He was always so curious."

Sam let her hands fall away from her eyes at his revelation. Looking at his face torn apart with guilt and sadness she scrambled to her knees and hugged him tightly.

"Sam, I'm sorry," he whispered as he wrapped his arms around her.

"No, it's ok," she told him while lacing her fingers through his hair.

"No, it'll never be ok for me to scare you like that. You don't deserve that. I'm sorry, but I can't promise it wont happen again."

"I can't even begin to understand how destroying it must be to lose a child. You have nothing to be sorry for," she said as she pulled back and looked him in the eyes.

"Sam," he said while stroking her cheek. "I really would like you to stay, here, with me. At least until he's found and put away." Sam could only nod in response before he kissed her deeply in apology.

"You're going to be late," Sam mumbled against his lips as she pulled back from his intoxicating mouth.

"So?" he asked, pulling her back towards him.

"You'll get in trouble," she said, her breath hitching in her throat as he stroked her through her trousers.

"You're worth it," he told her as he pushed her back to the floor as he undone her button and zip. His fingers were at the waistband of her panties when there was a knock at the door. Jack groaned his disapproval into her mouth.

Reluctantly he stood up and helped her to her feet. He walked towards the door as she straightened and adjusted her clothes.

Jack opened the door and saw his two friends standing on his step. Jack scowled at them.

"Didn't interrupt anything, did we?" Kawalsky sniggered at the look on Jack's face.

"I think we did," Ferretti laughed as he looked between a scowling Jack and an embarrassed Sam.

"Oh for cryin' out loud, how old are you two?" Jack asked his two chuckling friends before turning to Sam. "You ready to go?" he asked.

"Yeah," she nodded as she walked towards and then past the three men who had sworn to protect her against her insane ex-fiancé.

SJSJSJSJ

Sam waited outside the locker room for her three newest friends. She bit her fingernails nervously. She really didn't want Jack to go. She was scared. She wished that one of them was staying behind.

All she had to do was stay in the mountain. Hammond had promised her a guard at her door. She felt like a prisoner.

"Sam?" Jack asked as he walked out of the locker room, ready to go.

Sam jumped as he said her name, lost in her own thoughts. She made herself drop her hand away from her mouth and tried to smile.

"You're gonna be okay," he said as he took her into his arms, ignoring the jibes from the other members of the expedition.

Jack waited until the men were all down the corridor before he pulled back and smiled at her. He took her hand and walked towards the Gate room.

Jack only let go of her hand to attach his gun to his vest and sort his headgear. As soon as he was one hundred percent ready to go he took her hand in his again.

They watched in silence as the Gate activated.

"Move out," he commanded his men.

Jack waited until all of his men were through the Gate before he walked towards it, taking Sam with him. He turned to face her when they reached the shimmering puddle.

"Take care of yourself," she said.

"You too. I'll be home soon," he promised as he took her face into his hands and kissed her passionately, not caring that the whole control room was watching.

"Bye," she whispered as he let go of her face and walked backwards through the Gate, leaving her alone on Earth.