A/N: For those who aren't familiar with my work (makes me sound all posh doesn't it!), I use music to get me into the mood of the scene. So I normally think that if you read a scene with lyrics in it and you have the song you should play it while reading. Just a thought.

Jack stood in the doorway of her lab for a few minutes watching her work. She ran a hand through her golden hair, ruffling it, and rested her chin in her cupped hands, her blue eyes dancing as she skimmed her calculations.

I'm trying not to stare; its too late¹

God she was beautiful. Normally he was intimidated by intelligence but with her it was different; it just added to her charm. His heart kept telling him that she needed to know; that he wouldn't cope losing her forever. But his head was over-ruling; it was against regs. If he acted on instinct, they'd both get court-martialled and he could lose her anyway.

No; it would be best if they just left it well alone.

It's easier to lie and be safe¹

He walked to the edge of her desk and bent down so that their faces were level, 'Carter.'

'Sir, hi.' her weary face lit up.

'Whatcha' got there?' Jack straightened up.

'It's a molecular dispersion device.' Sam looked up from her work and laughed softly at Jack's confused expression. Once again big words were making his head hurt. 'Big gun; lots of mess.' she explained.

'Ah…!' Jack nodded. He handed her an envelope, 'Clearance of leave; 3 weeks starting tomorrow. My reply is in there too.'

'You'll be there?'

'Yeah.'

'Good.'

Their eyes locked and neither could, or wanted to, tear their gaze away.

On giant leap of faith is easy; when everyone you ask is so sure¹

Jack opened his mouth to speak first, 'So… you nervous?' His head won out over his heart.

'Yeah… some last minutes nerves; wedding day jitters I suppose,' she smiled at him, 'that's normal though, isn't it?'

'Oh hey yeah! I had them to…' he replied, '… but then again I did marry the wrong woman.' He looked up into her eyes.

They stared for the longest time.

Just give a second thought; what if we don't get caught?¹

'Jack, I-'

'Carter, isn't your Dad going to be here soon?' he cut her off.

Sam looked at her watch, 'Yeah…' She moved past him and stopped in the doorway, her hand against the frame. She looked back at him, his back to her. She opened her mouth to say something, thought better of it and walked away.

¹Lyrics from Snow Patrol's "Grazed Knees"