Chapter 6 - Le Grande Final

Sam and Jack took a wide bow around the trees and before the hidden realized that they had been made they took them by surprise.

Sam who was standing right behind Tara gave her a kick into the butt. Tara shot up spinning around at once.

"What the heck..." she started yelling.

Jack and Sam glanced at each other coolly, crossing arms. "Waiting for us?" Jack questioned.

"Who else", Tara exclaimed. Her friends were now building up behind her. "We still have something to settle with you, Carter."

"With me?" , Sam inquired with played curiosity, "what's that?"

"You know exactly what I'm talking about."

"Oh yeah, right. You're sour because I kicked you. What a pity", Sam mocked her.

"And because you stole me my place as the prom's queen."

Jack smirked at her. "You're no worthy concurrence for my Sam as ugly as you are. Must have been millennia since you've seen a mirror."

"So and what now Tara?" Sam questioned impatiently, "do you want to challenge me to a revenge fight?"

"Indeed."

"Good joke", Sam giggled.

"Yeah, really", Jack added.

"You'll see that you don't have the slightest chance against us", Tara stated, "we're a lot more than you."

(AN: Hasn't the good girl ever heard of Special Forces close combat training, huh?")

"Still I think it isn't wise at all", Sam warned her once again."

"And why's that, intelligence brat?" Tara questioned with irritation.

"It's because..." she gave Tara a push making her fall backwards, "...of the mud hole beside you."

Her opponent fell right into the brown, muddy water with a fountain of bog splashing all over her.

"And this is for angering my little Sam", Jack threw her Prada hand bag right after her.

"Somebody else?" Sam asked into the round of Tara's remaining crew.

They all shook their heads and went away slowly, leaving their boss alone in the cold morass.

Jack helped Sam into his car and they rode back home. They had to giggle about the prom night all the time.

"Have you seen her face?" Sam inquired.

"Whose? Tara's? Oh yeah, that rocked", Jack smiled thinly.

Sam blushed again and laughed warmly. "Good job we did there."

"Yep. And good job of yours on the queen, too."

"Thanks."

As they arrived at Sam's place she asked him inside.

"Wanna come inside for a coffee, Sir?" she suggested.

"Course. But one thing, Carter. No 'Sir' till Monday morning at work, okay?"

"Okay fine", she nodded then going on, "maybe you wanna see the replay of the hockey game tonight. For all you did for me you need to get a goody."

He chuckled, "Nice idea, Sam." Then he opened his door and left the car helping Sam down on her side.

Having arrived in her house Sam started the coffee and sat down next to Jack on the sofa in front of the TV.

"You know what, Sam?" he asked her.

"No, Jack."

"I'm gonna spend the rest of the weekend in my cabin. If you want to we can go together."

Sam glanced at him with big eyes. "Guess you wanna do some fishing again, eh?"

"Not if you're coming. We could make a camp fire, enjoy the countryside and watch some mooses."

"There are mooses in Minnesota?" Sam exquired.

"Didn't ya know that?"

"Nope, really?" Sam questioned again.

"Yeah, if I tell you..."

"If you say that", they both laughed and cuddled themselves up.

"Okay, I'm coming", Sam added, "Pete won't have time for me anyway."

"Peachy", Jack stated.

Sam kissed his cheek whispering: "Thank you again for everything", then she went into the kitchen filling two mugs with hot coffee. She smiled at the tiara resting on the counter next to the telephone.

"You've finally made it", she said to herself, "you've become the queen of the prom."

She picked up the coffee and returned to Jack.

Fin

Did ya like it? I'm so happy about all these reviews, never thought this story could ever interest such a broad audience.

Looking forward to please you with my next story, too. (Whenever it comes out...)

And yeah, he called her Xena, hehe.

Btw., if anybody's interested, the Latin probe yesterday went quite well, but it isn't the end of my block, yet.