Authors note: I wasn't planing on a sequel. but 'cause someone started
beggin' me. *grins* I wrote this. It gets a little sappy.. but you know
me. Feed back please!
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"How you feeling Major?
Sam looked up, and smiled at her CO. The older man stood casually by her desk, hands behind his back. "Fine sir. Thanks." She had been let out of the infirmary yesterday, but the general wouldn't recall her to active duty for another week, provided the doctor gave her the okay. So now, with SG-1 operating without her, Sam had been stuck at the base, with nothing to do but run a thousand different scenarios in her head with her and Jack getting together. She made eye contact, and saw his feelings, shimmering on the surface, yearning to get out. She had to do something.
"Uh, colonel."
He had just turned to leave, but her inquiring brought him back around.
"Daniel said you guys had the weekend off." she looked at a point just past his head, wondering how to put this diplomatically, "And I've got a hankering for going fishing." There, she'd said it. Finally come out with it. Her eyes shifted and she looked at his face. Hope? Maybe, and a little suspicion, and something else that she couldn't quite place. Like the look you get when you've waited half an hour in line for something, only to realise when you get there they don't have what you were after. But he nodded just the same, and smiled.
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Two and a half hours later Sam was sitting on a pier, legs dangling over the edge. Jack was standing beside her, and she wished desperately that he'd sit down. With the pretence of having to re-bait her hook, she stood up next to him. "You okay?"
Jack turned to her, his eyes travelling over her face before he answered, "Why are you out here Carter?"
Sam was taken aback by his question. She was there to be with him. She thought that was obvious. Before she'd even realised, Jack's right hand snaked to her waist, pulling her towards him, and his left caressed her face. They stood, there bodies locked, and Jack looked at her with his penetrating stare. "Is this why you're here?"
Sam swallowed. What was going on? One minute he'd been an occasionally flirting, devilishly coy CO, the next he was looking at her with deep longing in his eyes, asking her to take a step she wasn't sure she was ready for. Sure she'd thought about it, fantasised about it, dreamed about it, written about it, but never once did she expect it to actually happen. She was an officer, and so was he. Even the light flirting that had gone on between them back at the base was against regulations. Deep down she knew she'd suggested them coming up here alone so she could see if he'd act on those feelings she knew was there, but now that it was happening, years of hard military training were kicking in. She couldn't let this happen.
"Jack." She said his name softly, but pulled away with enough aggression to let him know she didn't want it. No.. that she couldn't allow it. God knew being held by him was all she'd ever wanted, but the army life had been driven into her enough that it overpowered her other feelings.
Sam walked to the end of the pier, and Jack was left standing, dumbfounded. What had happened? He'd drilled himself before taking her up there he wasn't going to do anything. He'd already set down the rules. He wouldn't put Sam in to a position where she'd have to reject him outright. He knew her career meant more to her then anything. But when she stood, inches from him, all he wanted to do was hold her. To kiss her. To let her know how much he cared about her. How much he thought he loved her.
They drove back to the city in silence, and Sam muttered a thanks as she closed the door and walked up to her house. Jack sat in his car, the engine still humming softly as she walked in. Then he abruptly got out and followed her. He caught the door in his hand just as it was closing, and Sam turned around startled as he walked in.
"We need to talk."
Sam nodded, and motioned him to the couch. A few moments later, she joined him, sitting next to him so their knees were touching. She took a deep, slow breath, her eyes searching his.
"Is it really what you want?" he asked, and his hand snaked down to grab hers, running his fingers gently over hers.
Sam panicked. How could he do this to her? He knew how she felt, and he knew why she refused, yet here he was, holding her hand, asking her to make a choice. Her career, or him.
"I've been wanting to retire for a long time." Jack pointed out, and suddenly it all moved into focus. Of course! Sam couldn't believe what she was hearing. Would he really throw the SGC away just so they could be together? Did he love her that much? Jack reached up and brushed her cheek with his hand, "Say yes."
Sam took in his face, his eyes and the love they showed. She'd never find a man more caring. Was this really what she wanted?
"Yes."
~*~*~*~*~
"How you feeling Major?
Sam looked up, and smiled at her CO. The older man stood casually by her desk, hands behind his back. "Fine sir. Thanks." She had been let out of the infirmary yesterday, but the general wouldn't recall her to active duty for another week, provided the doctor gave her the okay. So now, with SG-1 operating without her, Sam had been stuck at the base, with nothing to do but run a thousand different scenarios in her head with her and Jack getting together. She made eye contact, and saw his feelings, shimmering on the surface, yearning to get out. She had to do something.
"Uh, colonel."
He had just turned to leave, but her inquiring brought him back around.
"Daniel said you guys had the weekend off." she looked at a point just past his head, wondering how to put this diplomatically, "And I've got a hankering for going fishing." There, she'd said it. Finally come out with it. Her eyes shifted and she looked at his face. Hope? Maybe, and a little suspicion, and something else that she couldn't quite place. Like the look you get when you've waited half an hour in line for something, only to realise when you get there they don't have what you were after. But he nodded just the same, and smiled.
*~*~*~*~*~*~
Two and a half hours later Sam was sitting on a pier, legs dangling over the edge. Jack was standing beside her, and she wished desperately that he'd sit down. With the pretence of having to re-bait her hook, she stood up next to him. "You okay?"
Jack turned to her, his eyes travelling over her face before he answered, "Why are you out here Carter?"
Sam was taken aback by his question. She was there to be with him. She thought that was obvious. Before she'd even realised, Jack's right hand snaked to her waist, pulling her towards him, and his left caressed her face. They stood, there bodies locked, and Jack looked at her with his penetrating stare. "Is this why you're here?"
Sam swallowed. What was going on? One minute he'd been an occasionally flirting, devilishly coy CO, the next he was looking at her with deep longing in his eyes, asking her to take a step she wasn't sure she was ready for. Sure she'd thought about it, fantasised about it, dreamed about it, written about it, but never once did she expect it to actually happen. She was an officer, and so was he. Even the light flirting that had gone on between them back at the base was against regulations. Deep down she knew she'd suggested them coming up here alone so she could see if he'd act on those feelings she knew was there, but now that it was happening, years of hard military training were kicking in. She couldn't let this happen.
"Jack." She said his name softly, but pulled away with enough aggression to let him know she didn't want it. No.. that she couldn't allow it. God knew being held by him was all she'd ever wanted, but the army life had been driven into her enough that it overpowered her other feelings.
Sam walked to the end of the pier, and Jack was left standing, dumbfounded. What had happened? He'd drilled himself before taking her up there he wasn't going to do anything. He'd already set down the rules. He wouldn't put Sam in to a position where she'd have to reject him outright. He knew her career meant more to her then anything. But when she stood, inches from him, all he wanted to do was hold her. To kiss her. To let her know how much he cared about her. How much he thought he loved her.
They drove back to the city in silence, and Sam muttered a thanks as she closed the door and walked up to her house. Jack sat in his car, the engine still humming softly as she walked in. Then he abruptly got out and followed her. He caught the door in his hand just as it was closing, and Sam turned around startled as he walked in.
"We need to talk."
Sam nodded, and motioned him to the couch. A few moments later, she joined him, sitting next to him so their knees were touching. She took a deep, slow breath, her eyes searching his.
"Is it really what you want?" he asked, and his hand snaked down to grab hers, running his fingers gently over hers.
Sam panicked. How could he do this to her? He knew how she felt, and he knew why she refused, yet here he was, holding her hand, asking her to make a choice. Her career, or him.
"I've been wanting to retire for a long time." Jack pointed out, and suddenly it all moved into focus. Of course! Sam couldn't believe what she was hearing. Would he really throw the SGC away just so they could be together? Did he love her that much? Jack reached up and brushed her cheek with his hand, "Say yes."
Sam took in his face, his eyes and the love they showed. She'd never find a man more caring. Was this really what she wanted?
"Yes."
