A/N: I would just like to say thank you for all the reviews. They make my day when I see them in my inbox.
This story has certainly taken on a life of its own. Its taking me for quiet a ride, I don't know about you! When I first started writing this part of Sam's Return, I honestly hadn't thought past the first chapter. I had loads of idea's 4 years ago, but not the time. And over time they all went out of my head.
This chapter takes things in a whole new direction and I don't know if I like it or not. And I have no idea how all of you will react to it. If you don't like it, tell me, and I'll change it.
And to my guest reviewer Nia, I just LOVED your review - and I believe you may be psychic. I actually had this part written before I read your review - believe it or not.
Anyway, please review and tell me what you think. Should I change it? Or go with it? Or do both and have 2 versions of this story?
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"Will you stay with me tonight?" she asked Jack in a whisper while her dad was putting her son to bed. She was pressed up against him and wrapped her arms around his waist.
"Of course," he whispered back as he smiled and ran a hand over her hair. With his free hand he tilted her face towards his before leaning down to kiss her.
Sam felt her eyes flutter as they closed. Jack O'Neill's kiss was definitely something she could get used to. She smiled against his lips.
"When are you two gonna give it a rest?" Jacob asked, laughing from the doorway.
"You want another grandchild, don't you dad?" Sam asked as she turned to face him with her eyebrows raised. She laughed at the expression that appeared on his face. His eyes were wide and his jaw hung slack.
"Sam," he warned while regaining some of his composure.
"Later," she laughed as she detangled herself from an equally shocked looking Jack. She walked to her dad and gave him a hug before walking into the kitchen. She still had her pill to take.
She poured herself a glass of water and set it down on the counter. She could sense someone in the room with her, even though she couldn't hear them. Her packet of anti-depressants appeared at the side of her face. She smiled as she took them and pushed one out of the plastic and foil.
"Thanks Jack," she said as she popped it in her mouth. Taking a big gulp of water she swallowed it. She really hopped that she wouldn't need them for much longer. But after having to relive that awful night earlier that day, she was thankful of that little pill.
He wrapped his arms around her waist from where he was behind her and buried his face in her neck. He inhaled deeply before softly kissing her, leaving a trail of soft kisses from the bottom of her neck to the sensitive spot under her ear.
"Were you serious?" he whispered into her ear, sending shivers down her spine.
"About what?"
"About giving dad another grandchild," he replied.
She turned around in his arms to face him and wrapped her arms around his neck. "We've spoken about this," she smiled at him.
"Nothing serious though," he protested lightly.
"I would love another child, when the time is right," she nodded.
"With me?" he asked, his voice full of hope but with a hint of understanding that she might not be able to do that.
"Who else? I can't imagine anyone else being the father of my children."
"God, I love you," he said before capturing her lips with his again.
SJSJSJSJ
"I cleared a drawer out," Sam announced when she was curled around Jack in bed that night.
"A drawer?" he asked, slightly confused.
"For some of your stuff. You're here so often….. You should have a drawer," she said, a little unsure if she had done the right thing.
"Seriously? I get my own drawer?" he asked as he ran a hand up and down her side, dipping in and out of her curves. God, he loved her curves. And that he was allowed to touch them.
"If you want it."
"Damn, this is getting serious! How do I escape?" he joked. She playfully swatted his chest.
"Very funny," she said.
"I would love the drawer. Thank you," he kissed her head and ran his hand down her side again, making her snuggle closer. Then pull away.
He looked at her, with a confused look on his face as she pulled away from his side. She placed her hands on his shoulders pushing him down, even though he was already on his back, and straddled his hips. His hands automatically went to her hips.
She leaned down and kissed him while pressing herself closer to him and moving her hands to cup his head. Softly she ground her hips into his.
"Sam," he moaned. "You have to stop doing this. I don't know how much longer I can say no."
"I don't want you to say no."
"Dad's in the room across the hall," he said as he tried to tear his hands away from her hips.
"So we'll be quiet," she said as she kissed his neck.
"This is a really bad idea Sam," he breathed as she continued to kiss him, moving further down his chest.
"Making love to me is a really bad idea?" she asked as she sat up and began to move off of him.
He sat up and grabbed her wrists and held her in place with his gaze. "No. Making love to you sounds like a really good idea. But not right now. You're not ready. I need you to be ready. I don't want you regretting it."
"I feel ready," she whispered as she looked at his chest.
"You want to feel ready. There's a huge difference Sam. You can't rush this."
Sam responded by grinding her hips against his again. His head fell against her shoulder as he managed to stifle a groan. The last thing he needed was for Jacob to hear.
"I've wanted to do this for a long time Jack. To feel normal again. I want my life back."
"I'm not disputing that. It's just… dad's across the hall. I really don't want or need him kicking my ass!"
"Please Jack?" she begged as she freed her wrists and tangled one hand in his short hair and ran the other up and down his back.
"You really are gonna be the death of me," he said as he pulled her closer and hungrily kissed her neck. "But Sam, I have to say no," he sighed regretfully.
"What?"
"No Sam. Lie down and go to sleep," he said as he gently began to move her off of him.
"Are you being serious?" she almost cried as she landed on her side of the bed.
"Very serious," he said while wincing at her glare. "Its too soon!" he tried to reason.
"Its been four years!"
"You only started on this touchy feely stuff three days ago and its been pretty full on. You're not ready for sex."
"I'm not a child!" she shouted. Jack ran a hand over his face. "You're not my CO anymore. You cant tell me what to do whenever you feel like it!"
Jacob rushed into the room. "What's going on? Are you trying to wake Jake up?"
"He won't give me what I want!" Sam cried as she threw back the duvet and got out of bed.
"And what is it that you want?" he asked as he put his hands on her bare arms.
"He says he loves me," she pointed to Jack, sitting under the duvet. "But he wont make love to me!"
"I'm never going to be ready for this conversation," Jacob muttered as he let go of Sam's arms and roughly rubbed his face. "Jack?"
"I have no idea," he shrugged.
"What is so hard to understand?! He says he loves me but he wont show me that he does."
"Sam its been three days!" Jack whined from his spot on the bed.
"I don't care! I'm ready for this!"
"After today? I very much doubt that Sam," Jacob shook his head.
"I'm not a little girl anymore dad! If I want to have sex I will, and there's nothing you can do to stop me!" she folded her arms across her chest and sighed.
"Sam?" her father asked her, his voice full of confusion.
"What?" she snapped.
"What is going on in that head of yours? You've never spoken to me like this before. Why are you acting like a spoiled child?" he looked over at Jack to see the younger man getting out of bed and pulling on a t-shirt.
Sam looked between the two men in the room with her and gulped. They were planning something. She knew it.
"I am not," she protested.
"Yes, you are. The Sam I know would never discuss sex like this in front of me."
"The Sam I know wouldn't sink to this level," Jack said after he had pulled on his pants and started to walk towards her.
"Things change," she shrugged as she took a step away from Jack's advancing form.
"Not Sam, not like this," he said as he took another step towards her.
"How would you know that? Trauma affects everyone differently," she now had her back pressed against the wall.
"My Sam has been through a lot over the years, things much worse than this, and she turned out just fine."
"A build up of trauma is bound to take its toll sometime," she tried to defend herself.
Jack stood directly in front of her and held her in place with her arm over her throat. A lot of pieces in head began to fit into place. Suddenly it clicked. The woman in front of him was not the Samantha Carter he knew. She was an impostor.
"Where is she?" he growled at her, his face threateningly close to hers.
