Hello my dear readers! Here is another chapter for your enjoyment (I hope). No throwing things through the computer at me, please! I also wanted to let you know that I have reread some of the previous chapters, and Lord I don't know how you all were able to read them but I do plan on reposting them after I make the corrections in the grammar I can find. Anyway – I hope you all enjoy and until next time, Read on!

Nessa

Chapter 29 – Twists

Jack laid in the bed with Sam curled up beside him. She knew he was not asleep, yet he did not talk. As a matter of fact, he had not said anything directly to her since dinner. She was not quite sure what the problem was but she had a funny feeling in her gut that it had to do with what she had called him when they were eating. Was it still bothering him that she had called him "General"?

Sam sat up on the bed and scooted back until her back was against the head board. Jack watched her but did not say anything. She had something playing on her mind. He knew because her bottom lip was stuck in between her teeth and her forehead was all wrinkled.

"What's traveling around in that brain of yours?"

"I am trying to figure out why you would think I would fall back into protocol with you?"

Jack looked at Sam, trying to figure out how to answer that question. However, before he had a chance she continued talking.

"I called you General at the table because I was picking on you. We all know what a smart ass mouth you have and since you were promoted, it seemed to have increase. I would hope that you would know me better then to think I would ever expect you to stay in the military after what they allowed to be done to you."

Sam turned a little so she was looking directly at Jack. Taking her hand, she ruffled his hair and then kissed his forehead. He smiled but she could tell that he still had doubts.

"Jack, I will never be under military protocol again. I have already informed the President and General Hammond of this. My day for retirement was three weeks ago – and when it came I signed the papers. I have no intention of ever putting anything before what I love again. You and this child will always come first in my life. Now, I would be upset if you decided you were going to see if you could get back in – but I really don't think I have that to worry about. Do I?"

Jack's only response to Sam was when he pulled her head down and met her lips with his own. She had answered his question. He knew he was out, but he also knew that President Hayes could pull strings and if Samantha Carter really wanted to stay in – he would let her. Knowing that she stood behind him enough to walk away from the Stargate made him realize just how much she loved him and he really didn't know if his heart could handle that much love.

Sam slid back down until she was lying flat on the bed beside Jack. Jack had lifted himself up so that he was lying on his side with head prompt up on his hand. Looking down at Sam, he realized just how long it had been since they had made love without her being in a dire need for release or them being mad at each other. He thought to himself that maybe it was time to see how just a good long night of love making would feel.

Seeing the desire rise in his eyes, Sam could not help it when her breathing seemed to speed up. Jack laid his other hand on her stomach, rubbing where he felt the little bumps of his daughter's feet. Smiling when he felt a light nudge against his hand, he bent down and once again claimed Sam's lips. Before long, he pushed his tongue through and fought his way in and felt her own tongue doing war against his. The heat burned and was soon spreading from the dancing of their tongues to the rest of their bodies.

Pulling back, he moved so that he was stretched out on the bed and then helped Sam as she straddled him. However, before she had a chance to cover him so that he would slide into her, he pulled her up a little on his chest. Taking his hands, he began to massage both breast. Taking her nipples, he rubbed them between calloused finger tips – watching Sam as she leaned back, her eyes closed and her bottom lip clenched tightly between her teeth. Pulling his knees up, he soon supported her back and moving his hands down he continued to massage her body, not missing any spot, he soon had her squirming – trying to get her body positioned where she knew it would do her the most good.

Jack noticed Sam's breathing started becoming irregular and knew she was coming close to an orgasm just from him massaging her body. The need had been there for both for what seemed like ages. Taking his fingers down, he touched her to see if she was as wet as he believed she was, and once realizing he was correct -he lifted her and placed her on him. As he entered her, he felt as if he was at last coming home. There was no denying it, he was finally back with the one he needed, he desired, he loved.

Sam felt Jack as he entered her and she sat still for a moment – savoring the fact that she was, once more, whole. This is what being with someone you love felt like and she wanted to keep the feeling as long as she could. Unfortunately, her body wanted more and it was not long before she began to feel the desire build up inside of her. Moving slightly, she felt Jack also move and soon they had a rhythm going that made Sam feel as if they were dancing to a song made just for them. Soon however, the need became too great and her movements were becoming hurried.

Reaching up, Jack took Sam by the nape and pulled her down to him so that she laid on his chest. He slowed down with his movements and soon she was matching him – the slow paced did nothing to destroy the passion between the two. In fact, it was not long before Jack felt Sam tighten around him and he knew she was close.

"Jack please – I don't want to do this alone – please come with me."

Sam said the words but Jack could barely hear them – her body said it more than her voice did. She would hold off if possible to make sure they reached ecstasy together. Jack kissed Sam on the forehead and then moved a little faster – and just that action ensured him and Sam that he was not that far behind her. Moving his hands so that they rested on each of her hips, Jack begin to move Sam faster and faster. Just when he thought there was no way he could wait any longer, he felt he tighten completely up and then she released. Jack followed right behind Sam, pulling her tighter against him, as his arms wrapped her into him. Her nails had left their message plainly on his chest and upper arms and Jack continued to kiss her, moving from her lips to her checks where tears covered her face.

Lifting her face, he looked at her and there was no need for words – the love shining out of her eyes told him, assured him without any doubt – that yes -he was home.

Kinsey heard the words coming from the cell phone against his ear and before the man driving Kinsey's car realized what his boss had done – the phone came flying by his head and slammed into the windshield of the limousine. What the hell did he have to do to kill that bastard?! He just knew for sure when he had walked out of that old mining tunnel that Jonathan Jack O'Neill was dead – well close enough to dead that he should have been. Yet, he was being told by his informant that the man was alive.

There was no way he could ever be in the military again, that was a certain. No matter how good he was, Hayes would not be allowed to let the man serve. And Kinsey knew that sooner or later, someone would slip up and the next one he got a hold of, he would make damn sure she was dead for himself before he took off. If the only way to ensure Jack O'Neill's death was to kill the thing closest to him, then he would set his sights on Samantha Carter. Yes, it was true that she had deluded him so far – but his reach had just gotten a little further out and before long she would be in his grasp. Bringing pain of that sort to O'Neill would be sweeter than anything else Kinsey had ever done in his life.

He would get his way with this one – and when he was through with her – O'Neill would be worse than dead – he would be a pitiful, lonely man with no one to love him ever again.

Carolyn watched with Jonathan as the Tok'ra carried Freya's body through the Stargate. They had told the General that it was agreed when Freya became a Tok'ra that upon her death she would be buried back on her home planet. They felt the least they could do for her was to fulfill this request.

Jonathan had questioned them as to why they had not answered the call from the SGC. The only response he got was that they had been trying to keep the radio cleared in case any calls came in from any of their operatives that were still stuck in places with some of the Goa'uld that were left. Yet, as Jonathan tried to explain – wasn't what Freya had tried to do just as important for the security of the alliance as any other operative.

However, according to the High Chancellor of the Tok'ra, Freya was not acting on orders per the Tok'ra hence she was no longer considered under their safety. They also admitted to General Hammond that there had been some talk of how Anise had started being a little more rogue with her experiments. To the point where the Goa'uld seem to be taking over and fair judgement was no longer in play.

"So, was there a chance Anise could have been the spy that Freya had come to warn us about?"

Jonathan asked the question, looking at the High Chancellor but like so many other questions that had been asked in the past, no actual answer was ever given and the Tok'ra left the SGC with even more unresolved problems.

"I'm telling you General, if it were up to me – we would put all snakes in the same category and treat them all the same -not trusting any of them."

General Hammond looked at Jonathan and shook his head. Did the young man even know how much he sounded like Jack just then? Maybe they should have heeded that advice a real long time ago.