Disclaimer: I do not own Stargate SG-1 or any of its characters (unfortunately sigh). I'm just a person who likes to write so the owners have no reason to sue me.
A/N: Hey, two chapters in a few hours time. I am sooo on a roll with this story -big ass grin- Anywho, this part is with Jack and Sam. Hopefully I pulled it off well. Enough of my chattering though, go read!
Jack let a yawn as early morning approached. He had been up most of the night with Sam. She had stirred a few times, letting a few muffled moans escape her, but soon settled down and went back to sleep. He just sat there quietly, running his fingers through her hair. He found that it soothed her to sleep on the restless nights she had later in her pregnancy with Katy. He smiled at the thought. He'd have to remember to tell her about those times.
Another yawn escaped him as he leaned back farther into the chair. He wasn't used to staying up late anymore, but he promised Janet that he would watch her in case anything happened. His eyes were getting heavier by the minute. He would fight this. He had to. Maybe if I just rest my eyes for a little bit...
Sam opened her eyes slowly. Darkness surrounded her. Oh no! She knew it! It was a trick by the Goa'uld. She was now back in her cell, waiting to be taken away again! She sat up quickly, a sob echoing through the empty room. A loud grunt stopped her from making anymore noise. Where did that come from?
Movement came from the left side of her. She tried to focus on the thing that moved but there wasn't enough light in the room. Whatever it was, another one of the strange noises erupted from it. Wait...is that...snoring?
She sat up slowly, holding the blanket close to her naked body. It was then that she realized that her wounds had been cleaned and bandaged. Once the fear had dissipated from her mind, the events of the day before came back to her. Her awakening in the infirmary, her clash with Colonel O'Neill... Wait! No, Jack! With that thought, her talk with Janet came back to mind. Everything was beginning to make sense again.
The snoring stopped, replaced by a giant yawn. "Sam?" a sleep voice asked. "You awake?"
"Colonel?"
A groan, followed by a sigh. "Yeah, but that's ex-colonel to you if you're going to insist on calling me that."
Sam let out a sigh of relief. She was home. "Sorry, Jack," she corrected. She said his name slowly; it still felt very weird to say. She had always called him Colonel or Sir, that way to remind her of his title and what it would mean to think of him as anything else but that.
"Jack works too. So, how you feeling?" He got up slowly and started to fumble around in the dark to find the lamp. "Lights going on."
In an instant, light flooded the room, blinding her in the process. Sam blinked a few times to get the spots out of her eyes. Jack smacked himself mentally for not asking if she was ready for them to come on. "Sorry," he mumbled.
"It's okay." She shivered lightly. All of her heat she had trapped in the blanket was escaping when she sat up.
"You cold?"
"Just a little, Sir." Damn, did it again!
Jack just smiled lightly. "Don't worry, Sam. You'll get used to it again. It's just going to take some time."
She nodded solemnly. It was weird to hear him calling her by her first name too.
"Maybe you should lay back down. You look tired and you're starting to shiver more." He got up and helped her lay back down, being careful with her back. "Want more blankets?"
She nodded again. "Thanks."
"Hey, what kind of husband would I be if I didn't grovel at your every word and command," he said with a grin.
She could just melt at his smile! She stared into his brown eyes and he into her blue ones. A smile appeared on her face and she started to blush. I can't be doing this! He's my CO. She shook her head and the thought. No, Sam. He's not. He's not your CO anymore. He's just Jack, your Jack.
A little laugh brought her back to reality. "I'm sorry, but you just looked so cute. You were thinking too hard and getting as red as a tomato," Jack stated.
Sam let out a frustrated sigh. "This is too hard."
He sensed her frustration and sat down on the bed next to her. "Hey, just take it easy there. You're brains been in deep freeze for the last couple of years. Just give it time to work out the bugs and cobwebs and you'll be as good as new."
She nodded and wiped away a few stray tears. "Yes, Sir. I mean--" she quickly tried to correct her mistake. "I mean, thanks Jack."
"Scoot over."
Sam giggled as she made room for him on the bed. He lay down slowly, being careful not to bump her or jolt her in anyway. "Comfortable?" she teased.
"Hey, I'm in a bed with the most beautiful woman in the world and not in that chair so who am I to complain," came the playful reply.
"Yeah, you're just saying that to make up for turning on the lights to quickly."
He wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her close. "What would ever give you an idea like that," he whispered in her ear.
She shrugged. "Not sure, but I have a feeling you do that a lot."
He laughed. "Yeah, you're right. Just ask Katy."
"Katy..." She said the name slowly. "Katy O'Neill," she repeated.
Jack kissed her lightly on the back of her head. "What you doing?"
"Not sure."
"Just trying out the name?"
She leaned into him. "I guess so."
"So, what about your name?"
"What? Samantha Carter?" She realized what she said as soon as it left her mouth. She could feel the warm air hit the back of her neck as he sighed. "Sorry. I guess it's just going to take awhile to get used to."
He absentmindedly started to run his fingers through her hair again. It had a strange calming affect on her. Must have been something he did often in our past. She took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. It still felt weird, to be this close to him. She kept expecting General Hammond to come in with SF's to take them to the brig to await their court martial.
"You picked out the name, you know."
"Hmmm?" His comment snapped her out of her thoughts.
"Her name. Katherine."
"Did I?" She turned around to face him.
"Sure did. We were lying like this, except for it was in my bed, minus the bandages and articles of clothing." He pulled her closer to him, wrapping her in a bear hug. "I've missed you."
Sam didn't know what to say. She wanted to say 'I missed you too' but she couldn't. Sure, she missed her friends and he was one of them, but just a friend. Not a lover. She frowned and closed her eyes, a few stray tears falling. "I can't do this," she whispered and pulled away from him.
Jack watched silently as she turned her back to him once again. "I didn't say anything to upset you, did I?"
"No, it's just...well..." She didn't know how to tell him that she still saw him as her CO. "This...thing we supposedly have...this...marriage..." Her words were shaky as she tried to stay composed. "I just...I don't remember it. To me, you're still my CO and friend. But to you, I'm your lover, wife, and mother of your child. A child that I don't even remember having. It's just...way too much information to process all at once."
"Sam...you forgot to mention one thing."
She stiffened at his words. What could he possibly mean?
"You are still my friend. And as a friend, I want you to know that I will not pressure you and will not get angry with you. Hell, you can call me Colonel or Sir or Colonel O'Neill for all I care. I'll even call you Carter as long as it makes you comfortable. Whatever will make you happy will make me happy. And as for Katy, I'm still trying to figure out how to tell her that her mother has risen from the dead myself. We'll think of something, together, but right now I think you should get some more sleep."
He got up out of her bed and placed a simple kiss on the top of her head. "Thank you...Jack. And I promise that I will try to remember. I...I want to remember."
He nodded slowly and grinned. "Get some sleep, Carter."
She closed her eyes. "Yes, sir."
A/N: Well, what you think? I think I did a pretty good job myself on this chapter. Anywho, I promise that Katy and Sam will meet soon. Maybe even within the next few chapters. Just got to plan out how and what will happen -sheepish grin- Anywho, until next time!