I just realized I didn't finish this one on the computer, it has like 100 pages. I'm sorry I wrote such a short chapter and left everyone hanging for weeks. I did finish this one on paper, stick a fork in me, I'm done. No, really, Libby, fork, in the butt. Now. Haha.I love you, not excluding my other readers but limited to Libbs. Get it?

Disclaimer: don't read the words above this. Cough . yeah. New episode of SG-1 tonight people! I love you, don't sue me. This may sound familiar, that small little chapter entitled Jack and Sam cont. was supposed to be ch.2 of this, but I was a retard that hadn't figured out how to edit story, a button. Ooh, MacGuyver just came on.

Spoilers: Window of Opportunity, season 1-8, basically. Don't blame me if I do spoil something for you. PX3-797-I am changing it so Sam doesn't remember, so sue me.(joke, I'm poor, sorry)

"So, Yes?"

"Sure, are you leaving, now, Sir?" her voice full of anticipation.

"Yeah, you comin' with, or are you driving yourself?"

"I'll come with you, Sir."

"Sam, do I have to order you to call me Jack?"

She smiled. "Jack, right, Sir." He seemed ever so slightly annoyed.

In Jack's truck, Sam pretended to be staring out of the window, so that she could steal glances of Jack.

"So?"

Jack was desperate to end the silence.

"It's kind of late to ski, but I figured tonight, we hang out, drink hot cocoa, got plenty of marshmallows."

"Sounds nice…Jack."

She added a flirtatious tone to his name, Jack. It felt like forbidden fruit on her tongue. He was six months away from retirement, and she was dying to find out how he would act without the excuses. They loved each other. They both knew it. Janet knew it. General Hammond knew it. Hell, even Teal'c knew it. Especially after he caught Sam in the women's locker room, which is actually a storage space, if you didn't know, bawling when she discovered jack was dead, yeah, right like they would kill off the shows producer.

Anyway,

"I was kind of hopeful you would join me, so I came up here early and fixed up the place, did a little shopping, got Jell-O."

He gave her one of those, 'I'm so sexy you can't resist me' looks. She smiled. Jack couldn't help but notice how beautiful she was, particularly tonight. She was wearing tight blue jeans, and a skin-tight tank under her jacket, which she had taken off on the way up there.

They would have the cabin all to themselves, for two weeks. He smiled despite himself.

"What?"

"Nothing, I just hope you can behave yourself, Colonel." It still sounded weird to say that word, while speaking of Sam. It seemed like just yesterday he called her 'Captain' that one really worked for him.

She knew he was re-referring to one of the many embarrassing moments that occurred off world. 'The time she drank that stuff and tried to take off her shirt.'

"And what exactly are you referring to, General?"

He just stared at her chest, and then looked into her eyes with that familiar look that he had given her over a bowl of oatmeal, after he told her about the time loop, precious window of opportunity.

"Jack," she was taking a bit of initiative.

"Jack, you never did tell me what happened when we got back from PX3-797."

"Daniel didn't tell you?"

"What did I do to Daniel?"

He laughed at this.

"Nothing, I did, however beat the living crap out of him somewhat."

"Why, Sir?"

"Oh, he wanted to go to the infirmary, and see if you were okay. I asked him why, he said because you were his friend and he cared about you and I-under the influence of the virus-got jealous."

"How were YOU infected, Sir?"

"You gave it to me."

"How did that happen?"

"Well, it all started in the men's locker-room, believe it or not." Her eyebrows raised and she showed a look of excitement before falling back into embarrassment.

"You barged in there, me with my shirt off, you in a nice little tank-top number, and you stuck your tongue down my throat."

"Sir? Did you try to stop me?"

"Of coarse…eventually."