Disclaimer: Yeah, um, I don't have an excuse for anything I do, but this story was originally intended to be somewhat romantic/graphic, don't worry, I guess I'll clean up my writing. You people ruin everything.

Spoilers: Um, that one episode, yeah.

Author's notes: 2nd episode of new season-huh? Off, but not without its charm, I suppose.

Hear comes chapter Uh, 3? Yeah.

"…you barged in there and stuck your tongue down my, uh, throat."

"Sir? Did you try to stop me?"

"Of course…eventually."

She looked worried, but felt secretly encouraged.

"Surely we didn't-"

"No, of course not, I had to pin you down, and eventually got you to the infirmary."

"So...you're saying that I tried to seduce you?"

"Well, no, the virus made you do that, although in Janet's opinion…you chose me."

"I chose you?"

"You know, leader of the pack."

"I see."

"Well, this is it."

Sam saw a beautiful log cabin, built for two.

"It's kind of small, Sir."

"That's the point, Sam."

He looked at her.

"You didn't bring me here to ski, did you Sir?"

"That's it, I order you to call me Jack, and I brought you here for a vacation, Samantha."

"Hey, lets unpack real fast, sun sets in about an hour."

"I heard they are beautiful from up here, Jack."

"Well, everything's beautiful up here, tonight."

He carried Sam's bags into the cabin. She refused at first, but was too tireed todeny the gesture.

"I'll make a fire and get dinner on." Since he was making the effort, she didn't want to discourage him. She unpacked her things. Jack had given her the bedroom and claimed the couch for himself. She walked into the living quarters and saw him in the kitchen.

"Smells good, sir."

Jack looked at her, raised an eyebrow and a finger, then began to speak. "Ah-"

"I mean, Jack. It's a force of habit, Sir.", another one of Jack's smart smirks.

"Lasagna?"

"You cook…Jack?"

"Gotta eat."

Sam slipped into the kitchen, within a few feet of him.

"Hey, Sam, you wanna eat at the table, or in front of the fireplace?"

"Fireplace sounds good."

He smiled. He didn't really want to have anything separating him and Sam, especially not a table. Jack set up in front of the fire, and after dinner they were both in a more comfortable, relaxed mood.

"That was really good, Jack. Where did you learn to cook like that?"

"Oh, ya know boy scouts."

"Boy scouts?"

"Yeah, i learned alot of things from boy scouts."

"Like?"

"How to start a fire." He shot her a look of mischief.

They sat side-by-side, shoulders touching. They made eye-contact as they spoke, and each could feel the warm breath of their partner.

"You remember the last time we were alone together?"

"This morning, in the lab, Jack."

"NO, I mean alone, alone." She smiled.

"I'm talking about that one night, Sam."

"Oh, yeah, that was nice, wasn't it?"

"Nice?" He seemed hurt.

"Jack, we're so close."

"Five months, two weeks, three days, four hours, ten minutes and…13 seconds."

"You're counting, Jack?"

"Aren't you?" He smiled as he spoke these words.

"No witnesses out here." He touched her face, so close to his.

She pulled back and laid her head on his shoulder.

"Jack?"

"Hmmm?"

"Daniel asked me this morning, you're gonna laugh at this, he asked if we had set a date."

"I was thinking May 27."

She looked up at him with that cute, innocent visage.

"Any particular reason?", trying to remain casual.

"Good weather in Minnesota."

They both smiled.

Sam touched Jack's face, and her hands slipped behind his neck, she kissed him softly.

She pulled away, their eyes met. He kissed her back…

End chapter.

Ohhh, am I mean, or what? This next one's for you, Libb.