Sorry about it being forever since ive updated I just haven't been in the mood for writing lately but yeah im ready now…. Enjoy…. And feedback is greatly appreciated….

Ah… What The Hell part II …

The drive back to Sam's house was quiet and it was starting to annoy Jack.

"So…"

"So…. How's my dad going to get home if he's drunk, he better not think about driving home. Sometimes he has really dumb moments and I have a feeling this might be one of them. Maybe we should go back and get hmppphhh…" her words were cut off by jacks hand covering her mouth.

"Hammond's bringing taking him home after the party." He said while leaving his hand covering her mouth. Just then she started to lick his hand and he jerked it away.

"Aww, I couldn't resist sorry sir." She said barely containing her laughter.

"No giggling Sam, and I don't think that after licking my hand, sir is outta the question." He said while pulling in her driveway.

"Sorry habit, well I guess this is where I get out and say what a great time this has been."

"Actually I think this is the time where I get out of the car," he said as he opened his door and went around the front of the truck to her door and opened it, "and open you door and walk you to your door, my lady." He said while offering his arm, which she immediately took as he helped her down from his truck, which proved quite difficult considering she was wearing heels.

They walked to her door arm in arm and when they got in front of her door they stood and faced each other.

"Now I think this is the part where I offer you coffee or a drink to get you to come inside."

"And even though I usually don't listen to my head, this is the time where I do and I be a gentleman and say 'I'll call you tomorrow' and then…I …we …" he let his words drift off as he leaned in to kiss her. She leaned into him and kissed him back. Not as passionate as before but still loving.

Sam pulled back "And this is the part where I open my door and say 'goodnight'." She opened her door and stepped in and turned around to face him again. "Goodnight Jack, I had a really great time tonight"

"So did I, so can I call you tomorrow or something." He said feeling as if he was a teenager again.

"Yeah I would like that Jack." She still marveled how easy and right it felt to say that. She turned and shut the door as Jack turned slightly to walk down to his truck. He stopped on her doorstep though and thought about what had just happened.

He was free to love his 2IC, the woman who has stood and fought beside him the last 7 years. She knew his faults and insecurities but loved him anyway. She'd seen him at his worse, she should be terrified, at least that's how Sara had been when she finally understood what his hands were capable of doing, but yet Sam wasn't she knew and respected the fact that he did and is still doing what his country needed of him. 'How did I, Jack O'Neill, get to have a chance with the best thing this world, hell galaxy, has to offer?'

Just then the door re-opening bringing him out of his thoughts.

"Ah… what the hell." Sam said while practically yanking him into the house, shutting the door and then pushing him up against it.

"Well … so much ….for being ….a….gentleman." He said between kisses.

"I don't want a gentleman Jack, I just want you." She said while pulling away and yanking his arm telling him to follow as she headed for the stairs.

He stopped "Are you saying that I'm not a gentleman?" he said in mock protest.

"No it's not that but," she pulled him close and leaned into him, feeling her pressing against him he moaned, and she whispered "well, what I'm planning next, I don't really want a gentleman." To her surprise then he swung her into his arms and stormed up the steps.

"Well Sam I was never one to stop a woman from getting what she wants."

'I could live like this' Jack thought as he held onto her after their lovemaking. She was laying on top of him with her head in his chest.

"Jack, what are you thinking about?" she asked as she looked down at him.

"I'm thinking about how I resisted the option of this 7 years ago in that locker room."He gestured wildly with his one hand that wasn't on her back. He laughed as she slapped his side. "Oww!"

"Well I guess with age one becomes less of a gentleman." She shot back.

"Are you calling me old? First ungentlemanly now old. What's next?"

"After that, no sir you are not old."

"Yeah that's what I thought you said." She mumbled something into his chest. "What was that?" he lifted her head to look him straight in the eyes.

"I love you?" she offered.

"Not what you said but ill take it. And I love you too. Now go back to sleep."

And that's how they stayed. He stroked her hair until she fell asleep and then stayed up a little while longer to admire her beauty.

'How did an old beat up soldier end up with a beauty like you?' he thought, 'I could fall asleep like this and never wake up and I could be the luckiest son of a bitch ever.' He thought just as sleep started to take over him.

Both were woken up by a crash coming from downstairs.

"Jack?"

"I'll go look, stay here." He looked around the room. 'Damn I guess we were in kinda a hurry earlier, Ah there we are.' He thought as he grabbed the gun from his pile of clothes were and his boxers and he slipped the on. He flicked off the safety and gently opened the door and eased out of the room.

He crept down the stairs and into Sam's kitchen to find someone looking around for something. Jack put the gun against the intruders back.

"What the fuck do you think your doing?!"

"Jack?! I could ask you the same damn question!" a familiar voice asked.

Jack flicked on the lights to come face to face with one pissed of Jacob Carter.

"Holy shit Jacob, do you know how much you scared us!"

"Scared you? Im the one with a gun pushed up against my back."

"Oh yeah sorry about that Jake." Just then Jack realized his lack of clothing, and apparently the drunken ex-military officer noticed too.

"Colonel O'Neill what the HELL are you doing in my little girls house wearing only boxers!"

Military training kicked in just then and Jack immediately stood up straight and looked straight forward.

"Forget it I don't want answers." Jacob said while making one swift punch connecting with Jacks bare stomach. He then kneed him in the face while Jack was hunched over. Jack toppled to the floor, with his nose bleeding. "Now I want answers!" the older man screamed at the younger one.

"Dad, what the hell do you think you're doing?!" Sam swore at her father as she rushed over to Jack. "God damn it dad you're drunk, go to bed!"

"Not until you tell me what you CO is doing in your house wearing almost nothing at all!"

"I don't need to tell you anything I'm not your little girl anymore! Besides it wouldn't matter if Jack and I were fucking all night long all over my house because I'm a grown woman and this is MY house! Damn it dad I think you broke his nose!"

"Carter, maybe I should just go." Jack said while picking himself off the floor and trying to keep the redness out of his face. Having heard Sam yell at her father he was beginning to become very aroused at the thought of her suggestion and was not wanting Jacob to have more fuel to add to his fire.

"Samantha Carter you will not speak like that to me!"

"Come on Jack," she said then turned back to her father, "now we're going upstairs and the couch is still made up from this morning and you know where everything is, and here!" she said while throwing him an envelope.

As her and Jack were disappearing up the stairs she threw back over her shoulder at her father, "Oh and dad please don't come upstairs were going to be VERY busy!"

Jacob was just standing where they had left him, staring, and speechless. Jack was also staring but was being pulled into the bedroom.

"Can you believe the nerve of him…"

"I don't think I can ever look at your dad ever again…"

"I'm not his little girl anymore…."

"Argh, god he's got a good left arm…"

"He can't just come into my house beating up my boyfriend…"

"My nose hurts when I touch it"

"Then don't touch it."

"Wait… boyfriend?"

"Well you sort of are but if you don't want me to call…"

"No that's okay, I sort of like it" he smirked

"Come on lets get you cleaned up." She grabbed his hand and led him into the master bath.

"But I thought…. You said to your dad…" he rambled.

"I am NOT having sex with you while my dad is downstairs" she gave him a look that said 'you should know that'.

"Damn… I was getting all excited too."

"Down flyboy, wash off your face then maybe I'll think about it." He snatched the washcloth from her hands and started washing his face in the sink fanatically.

"What am I gonna do with you?" she laughed.

"Oh I have a few ideas…" he growled as he dried his face and swooped her up, swinging her over his shoulder and carrying her back into the bedroom.

Jacob had just finished reading the letter from the president, and was almost completely sobered up, when he heard Sam's giggles from the bedroom. 'Jesus Christ I do NOT want to hear this!' He laid down on the sofa and crammed a pillow over his head. 'I SOOOOO don't want to hear this!'

AN: good? All feedback is welcome…