A/N Thanks for the reviews n tips!!!! Keep them coming! I agree I did write Pete a little harsh but meh!
"I was just leaving." Sam said walking to the door. "I'll see you tomorrow Sir, nice to see you again Ms Johnson."
"You too Colonel." Kerry said still looking at Jack.
Jack looked between the two women, the proverbial rock and hard place. As Sam walked out the door, he signaled to Kerry he'd be a minute and followed her out. She was almost sprinting to her car.
"Carter wait!" Jack caught up to her but she kept on walking, not looking at him.
"Carter, come on." Jack said in step behind her.
"I have to go." Sam said not looking at him.
"Sam..." Jack reached out and grabbed her arm. As he did Sam let out a small whimper. As if she was too hot Jack pulled his hand back quickly. Realising she had stopped, and that he had not grabbed her that hard, he moved to stand in front of her. Reaching for her arm again, Sam pulled away, confirming his theory something was wrong. He reached out slowly, grasping her hand in his and lifted her arm slightly, knowing it was no use trying to stop him. She closed her eyes as he slid the sleeve of her coat up. She was waiting for him to say something, anything, but there was only silence. She opened her eyes to find him just looking at the already bruised flesh on her arm in the dim street- light.
"What happened?" He asked eventually.
"Nothing." Sam whispered.
"This doesn't look like nothing to me, it looks like a whole lotta something." Jack said, running his fingers over the tender flesh.
"He was upset, I told him he would get it if he touched me again." Sam said with a smirk.
"Where is he?"
"Sir, it doesn't matter."
"The hell it doesn't." Jack growled.
"What are you going to do to? Go over there and kick his ass? Thanks for the offer but I'll think Ill pass." Sam said moving away form him.
"I'm going to beat him forty ways from Sunday and then if he's lucky I'll only do it once more!" Jack yelled.
"Oh that's rich, you want to be by night in shining armor? Well SIR you're girlfriend might not appreciate it." Sam yelled back.
Jack looked at her shocked. "What the hell is wrong with you?" He asked.
"You know what...I have no idea, not a damn clue and for once I don't care." Sam said opening her car door.
"Why did you come?" Jack asked moving in to stop her from getting in the car. Sam could speak. His chest was an inch from hers, his breath was lightly blowing onto her face. "Tell me."
"I can't Jack." Sam said, not caring she had called him Jack.
"Why?" Jack asked bringing up his hand to cup her cheek.
"Because it's no use. No matter what I say, it can't change anything." Sam maneuvered around him and got into the car. Knowing he was not going to get her to speak he stepped back and allowed her to drive off. He watched her leave and made his way back to the house to find Kerry coming out the front door.
"Hey, I thought we were going to get drink?" Jack said.
"No Jack."
"No?" Jack asked confused.
"I just figured out why you were so apprehensive about us. I won't tell, but I would suggest you resolve it before you get back to work." She reached in and kissed him on the cheek before walking to her car.
As Jack watched the other woman in his life leave, he realised what he needed to do...Get drunk, get very, very drunk.
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Jack entered the bar and was pleased to find it pretty empty for a Friday night. God bless his midday start tomorrow, never before had he needed a morning after for recovery, but tomorrow he would. Even if he rotted his liver as he sat at the bar, he was going to drink enough to forget her, forget Carter.
He was on drink three in no time. The bartender obviously worried about him.
"Something on your mind?" he asked Jack.
"Nope."
"Just getting drunk for the hell of it?"
"Yep!" Jack said downing the drink and signaling for another.
"Well like I told the blonde in the booth, make sure that for the hell of it doesn't get thrown up all over my floor." He replied giving him a drink. Jack snorted in amusement. Then decided to check out the blonde in the booth, maybe they could get drunk together, and both throw up on the floor.
He swiveled on his chair to get a better look. Oh short hair, he thought. Thin neck, so far so good. Oh nice shoulders. He was busy taking in the blondes back when she moved to get up, probably to get another drink, Jack thought. He turned away not wanting to get caught looking and listened as she ordered.
"Another, same thanks." OH GOD! Jack thought as he listened.
"You know I will have to stop you before you reach double figure." The bartender said.
"Then make this one a double." The blonde said. The bartender poured three fingers of Southern Comfort over new ice cubes and handed it to her.
"Carter." Jack said finally looking up. Sam spun around nearly falling over.
"What are you doing here?" She asked him.
"Same thing you are." He replied, holding up his drink.
"Well have fun." Sam said walking away back to her booth.
"Sam, hey wait a second." Jack walked over to her. "Can we talk please?" Sam turned and walked away, dropping back into the booth, pointing to the opposite side as an invitation. Jack sat down, unsure exactly what to do, he took another long sip of his drink.
"So talk." Sam finally said.
"Kerry left." He told her.
"I'm sorry." Sam said.
"Don't be."
The two sat, unable to say anything, needing to say everything. The tension was growing to unbearable levels.
"Dance with me." Jack said standing up.
"No." She's a snippy drunk, Jack thought.
"Sam." Jack held out his hand to her, hesitantly she reached out and let him guide her the small dance area, no one else was there. Without any inhibition, Jack reached out and wrapped his arms around Sam. A little startled, Sam did the same, almost buckling at the feel of his body against hers. His hands were splayed over her lower back while her arms had worked their way up around his neck, the two began to sway gently to the music.
it's nothing, it's so normal
you just stand there I could say so much
but I don't go there cuz I don't want to
I was thinking if you were lonely
maybe we could leave here and no one would know
at least not to the point that we would think so
everyone here, knows everyone here is thinking about somebody else
it's best if we all keep it under our heads
I couldn't tell, if anyone here was feeling the way I do
but I'm lonely now, and I don't know how
to get it back to good
The words hit Sam like a sledgehammer. "Oh god Jack...what have we done?" She whispered into his ear.
"Nothing that can't be undone. What matters is what we will do." He murmured back.
this don't mean that, you own me
this ain't no good, in fact it's phony as hell
but things worked out just like you wanted too
if you see me out you don't know me
try to turn your head, try to give me some room
to figure out just what I'm going to do
and everyone here, hates everyone here for doing just like they do
it's best if we all keep this quiet instead
and I couldn't tell, why everyone here was doing me like they do
but I'm sorry now, and I don't know how
to get it back to good
everyone here, is wondering what it's like to be with
somebody else
everyone here's to blame, everyone here
gets caught up in the pleasure of the pain, everyone hides
shades of shame, but looking inside we're the same, we're the same
and we're all grown now, but we don't know how to get it back to good
Jack realised Sam was crying and pulled back slightly to wipe her face. Before he could stop himself he reached out and kissed her forehead before wrapping his arms around her again.
everyone here, knows everyone here is thinking 'bout somebody else
it's best if we all keep this under our heads
I couldn't tell, if anyone here was feeling the way I do
but it's over now, and I don't know how, it's over now
there's no getting back to good
"What now?" Sam asked.
"We kick Baal's ass and go fishing." Jack said leading her back to the table.
"And then?" Sam asked as he slid in beside her and wrapped his arm around her shoulders.
"Well I always imagined retiring and eating a lot of cake."
Sam laughed and buried her face into his chest. "Jack come on. I don't want to ignore this anymore, I can't."
"We won't, not this time." Sam looked up at him as he spoke. She had never seen that look in his eyes before, and she knew he meant it. They both moved in slowly and shared a soft kiss, no more than a meeting of lips, but it was enough. Sam pulled back and ran her thumb over the place her lips had just been.
"Come home with me." Sam said shyly.
"You're drunk, that's not a good idea." Jack replied.
"Are you afraid I'll take advantage of you?" Sam asked with a giggle.
"Yes, that's exactly it." Jack said with a smirk.
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Sam woke up sure she could hear something nocking. When she opened her eyes, the blinding light in the bedroom, and the horrible sick feeling that washed over let her know the pounding was in fact coming from her own skull.
"I'm never drinking again." Sam said burying her face in her pillow. She let out a small gasp as she felt an arm wrap around her waist and a set of lips start to kiss her neck. The warm chest she was pressed up against and the body it belonged to acting like a makeshift blanket.
"So much for you taking advantage of me." Jack said. The two had not even made it under the covers. After the cab ride back to Sam's they both fell onto her bed and after nothing more than a few kisses, they had both passed out. Finding each other in the middle of the night and ending up in their current position.
"How long until we have to be on base?" Sam asked him.
"Four hours." Jack replied sleepily.
"Good, sleep for another hour, then will go get the cars, maybe I'll be able to see by then." Sam said snuggling further into him.
The two fell back to sleep, and for the first time, neither of them was thinking about somebody else.