A/N: Sorry fort he very long break. One of the reasons for this break was my pc and the other one was that I lost the interest in SG1 a bit since the German Tv-Network decided to make their first SG1 break in six years (when there were no new eppies, they repeated them). They announced the airing-break with something like: we're happy to inform you StarGate-Fans that SG1 will make a summer- break and will come back with new episodes and the spin-off Atlantis in Winter 2005. - They are happy?!?!?!?
– That means a half year without SG1! And the best was, they stopped airing in the MIDDLE of the seventh season.
Ok, sorry for that, but I'm angry…
Big thanks for the nice reviews. I'm happy that you liked it so far.
This chapter is really short since I have to drive to airport in some hours to finally start my vacation. I wanted to update this fanfic before I'm gone for two weeks.
"Are there any fishes in this lake at all?" Sam was bored. She and her CO were sitting on the wooden bar for the last three hours.
After O'Neill had shown her the little guest room that would be hers for the next days, they'd unpacked their duffle-bags and ten minutes later Sam had found her host sitting near the water with a bottle of beer in the one hand and the fishing pole in the other. As soon as he had seen her, he placed his beer on the ground, grasped behind him to pull out another pole. He'd hold it up to her winking with the wooden stick. A big smile was plastered on his face as she'd taken it from him and had thrown the cord into the lake skillfully. "Sam?"
"I was fishing with my dad when I was small." she had answered his unasked question. br
Now three hours later she still wondered if it was just her that the fishes didn't like or if she had everything forgotten her father had taught her about fishing. But on the other hand, Jack hadn't caught a single fish either. Again she slapped mosquitoes that were sucking on her neck and upper arm. 'Great, when these three days are over I won't have a single cm² left on me without stings.'
"Are afraid, that when we won't catch one, we would have to starve?" The colonel had pulled her back out of her thoughts.
"I don't hope so." She answered him, when suddenly something strong pulled on the other end of her fishing pole. "I have one!" Surprised she raised to her feet, winding the crank slowly back. "It's a big one!"
"Wow, there are really fishes in this lake?!?" exclaimed Jack amazed and rushed over to Carter who had big problems in pulling out her prey. He placed himself behind her and slung his arms around her petite body to grasp the fishing pole. Their hands met when Jack held the hunting instrument and pulled it carefully back, tightening up the fathom. The fathom tightened up more and even pulled the fishing pole down, towards the surface.
Suddenly the fathom ripped apart, making the two soldiers falling backwards and Sam landing atop Jack. Jack had still his arms slung around her body, while she sat on his lap and looked perplexed to the water.
He watched her face long moments, that seemed like eternity and when she finally turned back to him their eyes looked. They stared at each other and their faces moved closer, not really noticed by anyone of the two. Their lips finally met in a passionate kiss with all the hidden lust and desire of the last seven years.
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A/N: The next chapter is almost done. So look forward to it in two weeks.