Ch. 5: What comes next?

Jack's mind was moving a million miles an hour. He was on an alien planet, in bed, completely naked, with his 2IC...and it felt so right. They'd both fallen asleep for a while, but now he was awake, just watching her sleep in his arms. He could tell the "wine" had worn off and knew he shouldn't stay there...but he did anyway. He knew something was going to have to change. He couldn't go back to pretending his feelings didn't exist...or more specifically that they didn't matter. He sighed as his mind continued racing.

Sam heard Jack sigh. She knew he was awake, but she was sure he didn't know she was. She didn't want to have to talk to him...and she didn't want to admit the way she felt. She wasn't going to be able to handle going back to normal. They both knew how each other felt...well maybe not exactly. Jack knew she had feelings for him, but he had no clue exactly how strong they were. She knew they had to talk. She opened her eyes and rolled to face him. "Hey."

Jack was surprised that Sam was awake. "Hey yourself."

"We should talk."

Jack nodded reluctantly. "Yeah...we should."

Sam was trying to think of something to say. "So, umm, I mean when we get back to the SGC, what're we gonna write in our mission reports?"

"Well, generally we just write about information relevant to the mission..."

Sam nodded. "Yeah. But, what about..." She didn't know how to say what she was thinking.

Jack knew what she meant. "What about us? I guess that's what we need to decide."

Sam decided she was done trying to hide anything. "I don't want to go back to the way things were."

"I couldn't do it."

"So what do we do?"

Jack shrugged. "We make it work...any way we can."

Sam sighed. "It's not like we have a lot of options. I mean...with regs as they are..." She paused. "Jack, Hammonds been trying to get me to take my own team for months now. If I did you wouldn't be my CO so the regs..."

Jack finished her sentence. "Wouldn't apply. Sam, we can't just break up SG-1. It just wouldn't be the same without you. Why don't we just get back home and I'll talk to Hammond."

"So you're going to walk into our commander's office and tell him we blew the regs...and by still being in this bed knowing the wine's worn off we ARE violating frat regs." Sam's mind and heart were going a million different directions.

Jack held her tighter. "Hammond will understand. Besides, he needs you. He won't court martial you. We can't do anything about this now so why don't we just relax and get some sleep."

Sam nodded. He was right...they couldn't do anything here. She was considering moving to her own bed when Jack moved in tight against her. She relaxed in his arms and soon fell back to sleep.