It was two in the morning and everyone on base had clocked out for the night; except us that is. These precious hours of silence were all we had. He was my CO, my Colonel, and I was his 2IC, his Major, and we were forbidden to love. Since the Zatarc incident we had been living a double life. In the daylight hours he was the commander of SG1 and he called me Carter. I was his second in command and I called him Sir. In the midnight hours a transformation would take place and we would become just Sam and Jack, nothing more then a man and a women, in love.
It was in these midnight hours that the two of us, Sam and Jack, were truly happy. In his quarters, once the security camera stopped functioning at one a.m., as it has every night, knowledge of the regulations would vanish from our minds if only for a few hours. I would fill him in on the techno babble he secretly wants to hear and Jack could finally say aloud all the flirtatious comments he had built up during the day. This is what I looked forward to each day and what I missed while we were off world.
Lying in his arms that particular night I realized I could keep this between us no longer. As far as our friends knew we had indeed 'left it in the room,' but in reality we had been lying to them for two long years. Once those feelings were brought out in the open by the Zatarc machine there was no way we were going to throw them away and give in to Air Force regulations. If we could only tell them the truth, we could genuinely be ourselves and kick the habit of sneaking around the base at one a.m. for good. Making a silent promise to myself that in the morning I would convince Jack that coming clean to at least Janet and SG-1 would be good for both of us, I drifted off into a peaceful sleep.