Don't worry, I haven't given up on my other stories, just trying angst, is all. Oh, yes I dedicate this one to all of my faithful readers, I can't believe how fast my stats are building! I only got 1 bad review, too. Quite inspiring. Oh, yes, I am trying to include (what happens at night), Ms. Danielle. Oh, and this one is just another Sam/Jack sloppy romance, sorry. I am including much daniel jackson(sexyman) in my other stories, such as the one about Jok'An and the Tok'ra, yeah. (jok'an is a variation of my name, creative, huh?)

Spoilers: Okay, so I let Janet die(ascend) but just this once. Oh, yeah the warning in itself is a spoiler, eh?

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Note to actual writers of Sg-1: Hey, feel free to steal my ideas, that's what I'm here for.

Note to fellow writers: yeah sorry I ripped off your line. I will refrain from saying, or writing, "let's face it I care", any more. Take it as a compliment, I would.

So, we're Dying…what now?

"Sam?"

Jack stumbled through the darkness.

A painful moan, "Jack!"

He found her on the ground.

"You're bleeding."

"Jack,"

She was. It wasn't a lot. She wasn't dizzy. It just hurt like hell.

He brushed his fingers through her hair, seeing her with his hands.

"Jack?"

"Yeah, Sam, it's me."

"I saw Janet."

She passed out in his arms. Jack remembered Daniel's visits as a useless hologram. Janet must have frustrated Sam as much as Daniel had frustrated him, only Jack didn't tell anyone that he had seen Daniel, mostly because he didn't want to wind up in the looney-bin.

He looked at Sam, her beautiful golden locks falling in front of her face, taking ten years off of her face, taking her back to Captain in the faint light.

"Sam?"

Her eyes opened, her hands slid behind his neck. She pulled him to her. Their lips touched, and they kissed deeply and passionately. She moaned… Jack took little notice. She cried out.

"Dammit, Sam, I'm sorry," he had forgotten she was bleeding. Now that he could see, because the lights came on, he saw that her black shirt was soaked in blood. Jack took it off of her to clean the wound. He pulled out a flask.

"Just in case."

She smiled up at him, then grimaced in pain. He kissed her lips softly, his own trembling. She was shot. Her wound wasn't too bad, but it h to hurt, a burn like that. He took off his own shirt, ripped it, then soaked it in whiskey.

He looked into her eyes, "Here," he handed her the flask, "Finish it up, Carter." She gladly did, and then he held one hand behind her neck as he looked in her eyes and gently placed the alcohol-soaked rag over her bare stomach. She breathed in sharply, her eyes not leaving his. "Oh, God, it hurts." She laughed to hide her pain. She bit her lip and stared deeper into his eyes. "Sam?" his voice was weak, and his black eyes pierced her. "What?" Sam asked.

He kissed her, and she kissed him back. She slipped her arms went around his neck, and kissed his forehead. He looked down and tried to wrap his shirt as a make-shift bandage around her waist, but he could not see past her heaving chest, bare but for her bra, which was not visible from that angle. His hands crept from her stomach to her neck and lower back. She could feel his lips on her breast, and felt the moistness of his tongue on her flesh as those lips parted. "mmmh." She let out a soft, high-pitched grunt as he moved his hands down. He held her butt in his hands and squeezed it tightly. Beads of sweat ran down Sam's neck, down her chest, and down her shapely stomach. Jack's hands fumbled at her zipper of her pants, and his breathing grew heavier and Sam could feel his warm, moist breath on her breast. "Sir," he knew where she was going with that, so he moved one hand up to her face, and laid a strong, deep kiss on her soft lips. She responded by throwing jack on the ground, as she had done before, she thought.

"Sir?"

"Uh-uh, off duty." He said. She smiled at that so that it hurt, but she shrugged off the pain.

"Jack,"

She smiled and her eyes shone blue as a pure flame, and burnt through his soul.

His heart grew heavy. He looked at her, she lay on her back in a deep sleep. "What have I done?" he thought loud. He let out a deep sigh, then pulled the Colonel to him.

End chapter 1. Whew. And now the conclusion.(get it, Voyager?)