"I need to get them out," Jack said.

"You mean we need to get them out," Sam retorted.

"Sam…" he started.

"No Jack," she said, sticking her chin out, "don't even suggest that I just stay here. You're going to need help.

He sighed, he knew from experience that there was no point in arguing with her.

"How's the leg?" He asked.

"Still shot," she replied. "But I can do this." He smiled, god he loved her. For a moment he was seized with the mad desire to just scoop her up and get her far away from here. He quickly brought himself back to reality thinking of Daniel and Teal'c. They were still in danger which meant they still had a job to do.

"Alright," Jack said. "Let's see what we can do about your leg." Quickly he ripped off the bottom few inches of his shirt and wrapped it around Sam's leg as she leaned up against his side. The bleeding had slowed down, but he didn't know what they were about to get into, and didn't want to risk her losing any more blood. She grunted as he tied it off.

"Sorry," he said quickly.

She had her eyes squeezed tightly shut and he blew out a long breath. "That's okay," she managed to get out through clenched teeth.

"You alright?" he asked, knowing as he said it that it was a stupid question.

She nodded and straightened her leg out experimentally. It still hurt like hell but she was able to move a little bit better. "Yep," she confirmed.

"How many others are in there?" he asked.

"Eight."

"Not great," he admitted, "but if Teal'c and Daniel can take a few out I think we'll have a shot."

He got to his feet and walked the few steps to where Malcolm's pistol was sitting in the grass. He dropped the magazine out of the grip and quickly counted the remaining bullets. There were only seven left, which did nothing to improve their odds. He slid the mag back in as he walked back to Sam.

"I left an AK in the forest," Jack said. "If I can get it, that should give us a leg up."

"You actually touched an AK47?" Sam asked. "I seem to remember you calling them, 'worthless shit that isn't worth the materials they're made from'."

"Ha ha," Jack said. "Have I ever mentioned how much I love the fact that you remember everything I say all the time? But right now it's the best we have."

"Go," she said.

It took him just a couple minutes to return to the spot in the forest where he had dropped the rifle. He jogged back to Sam who had spent the time rummaging through the unconscious Barrett's pockets.

"Found us some toys," she said, showing him a flashbang.

"Nice!"

"Help me up?" she asked.

Jack walked around behind her as she slowly pulled her uninjured leg in and making sure she would be able to put all her weight on it, she took a deep breath and nodded at Jack. He slid his hands up and under her arms.

"One, two, three." he counted. He carefully pulled her upright as she pushed on her leg and a second later she was standing next to him. She squeezed her eyes shut and blew out a slow breath.

"Sam you okay?" he asked, concerned,

She nodded, stubbornly defiant as always.

"What's the plan Sir?" she asked, opening her eyes, suddenly all business.

"We'll get on the porch, toss in the flashbang and I'll go in as soon as it goes off. With any luck the guys will help me out."

She shook her head. "There's no way we'll make it through the front door against eight of them," she argued, ignoring the fact that he hasn't said anything about her going through the front door as well. "We need multiple flanks."

"We're not splitting up Sam," he said.

"It's not a good plan and you know it," she said, crossing her arms.

He'd be damned if he left her again and something happened, but he knew she was right.

"Sam," he started.

"Jack," she interrupted. "We're not running missions together anymore, so we haven't had to cross this bridge. But we can't change the way we operate just because we're you and I are together and you're trying to protect me."

And here he thought he was being subtle.

"We were a team for over seven years, and we made a damn good one," she continued. "Right now we need to go back to that, and the best plan is the one that gets Daniel and Teal'c out alive. Now, if I take the porch can you get back in the way you got out?"

He clenched his jaw tightly, at war with himself and still filled with self loathing over the fact that he had left the cabin earlier and that she got hurt. Now he wanted to do everything he possibly could to protect her even if it went against the best tactical decision. He was tempted to just order her to do it his way. After all, he did still outrank her. But he knew she would never forgive him. And if there was one thing he had learned over the years it was that as much as he wanted to, Sam Carter didn't need anyone to protect her. "Yes," he said tightly. "I'll go back through the bedroom window. You get back on the porch, once I'm ready you toss in the flash bang and I'll take them out." He handed her the pistol and the grenade and she nodded in thanks.

"Let's go get our boys," Jack said.