Jack was the first one to wake, he felt the familiar presence of
blonde head on his chest. Rubbing the sleep from
his eyes he looked around. They seemed to be in the infirmary, ouch..did his head ever hurt. Whatever the doc had
injected them with must have been powerful. Looking around the dimly lit Infirmary she smiled. Alone at last. His hand
gently caressed Sam's cheek, running a soft trail down her soft skin.
Sam opened her eyes as Jack's hand trailed down her cheek. She smiled and looked up at him, lifting her head
from his chest. The pounding in her head quickly faded as she sat up, her eyes scanning the infirmary. Her mind felt less
cloudy, she felt in more control of herself. Janet must have come through with an antidote, she thought to herself. As if
on cue Janet's heels clicked down the hallway, allerting them to her presence even before she poked her head in the
door.
"How are you two feeling this morning?"
"Good, Except for this dammed headache" Colonel O'Neill rubbed his head, removing her hand from Sam's
thigh.
"Do you remember what happened Sir?"
Now here was the million dollar questions. Did he tell the truth, admit that he remembered sleeping with Sam,
remembered engaging in a court marshallable offence, or did he play dumb. Pretend like the whole thing never
happened. No, truth was probably the best option. Besides, he didn't want to give up their relationship, though based
some alien bug bite. The underlying feelings were still there. They had gone to far now to simply pretend like it never
happened. Sighing he took one look at Carter, who was probably..hopefully thinking along the same lines. He nodded
to the Dr.Frasier.
"Sam, do you remember as well?"
Sam took a deep breath before nodding her head. It was almost too much to actually say it out loud. To admit
that under all those hormones they had known what they were doing. Sure the urge was unbelievably strong, but they
probably could have somewhat fought it. Part of them, part of her didn't want to fight it. It was finally an excuse, a time
for them to move foreward with their feelings.
his eyes he looked around. They seemed to be in the infirmary, ouch..did his head ever hurt. Whatever the doc had
injected them with must have been powerful. Looking around the dimly lit Infirmary she smiled. Alone at last. His hand
gently caressed Sam's cheek, running a soft trail down her soft skin.
Sam opened her eyes as Jack's hand trailed down her cheek. She smiled and looked up at him, lifting her head
from his chest. The pounding in her head quickly faded as she sat up, her eyes scanning the infirmary. Her mind felt less
cloudy, she felt in more control of herself. Janet must have come through with an antidote, she thought to herself. As if
on cue Janet's heels clicked down the hallway, allerting them to her presence even before she poked her head in the
door.
"How are you two feeling this morning?"
"Good, Except for this dammed headache" Colonel O'Neill rubbed his head, removing her hand from Sam's
thigh.
"Do you remember what happened Sir?"
Now here was the million dollar questions. Did he tell the truth, admit that he remembered sleeping with Sam,
remembered engaging in a court marshallable offence, or did he play dumb. Pretend like the whole thing never
happened. No, truth was probably the best option. Besides, he didn't want to give up their relationship, though based
some alien bug bite. The underlying feelings were still there. They had gone to far now to simply pretend like it never
happened. Sighing he took one look at Carter, who was probably..hopefully thinking along the same lines. He nodded
to the Dr.Frasier.
"Sam, do you remember as well?"
Sam took a deep breath before nodding her head. It was almost too much to actually say it out loud. To admit
that under all those hormones they had known what they were doing. Sure the urge was unbelievably strong, but they
probably could have somewhat fought it. Part of them, part of her didn't want to fight it. It was finally an excuse, a time
for them to move foreward with their feelings.