A/N- so now MORE of you want more! Heehee. Well I did some more for ya, hope you like it!
Jack O'Neill was finally making his way out of his office, dodging the many people that seemed to be calling his name every ten minutes. He's nearly tripped on his secretaries waste bin in his rush. Once outside he took a deep breath, taking in the fresh air. He still hadn't gotten himself a car out here, and that taxi bills were costing, but why settle when he could have something perfect, he thought.
Ha hailed a cab, getting back to his large apartment, he didn't know why he had gotten one so big, it wasn't like he used all the space and it only meant more cleaning.
Once inside he stripped off his uniform and donned a baggy t-shirt and jeans, not bothering with shoes, he was only going to make himself dinner.
He sighed as he started to cook, he hated making dinner for one and soon started to think of Sam, how he had felt that in some way he had been able to protect her when he was head of the SGC. Wondering what she was doing right now, she'd told him last night that she was going off world today, was she safe? Did she get home ok? He swatted the questions out of his mind with a grumble.
Just as he sat down to eat his phone rang, he would be mad but he knew who it would be.
"Hey, how was work?" He asked, taking a fork full of spaghetti and plunging it into his mouth.
"Good, nothing too exciting, Daniel hasn't stopped sneezing since we got home and Cameron managed to tick off the natives, but that all. How are things where you are?" Sam laid her head back on the pillows in the dark bedroom, relaxing into the mattress.
"Oh there great, people seem to be loving my signature a little more than me at the moment" he chuckled a little, still trying to get dinner down.
"Good… so when you coming back here again?" she grinned a little at her sneakiness, he didn't have a clue.
"Probably about three weeks time, why you missing me already? It's only been a week since we last saw each other" he had now finished dinner in record time, but there had been little on his plate to start with so he couldn't really count it.
"I'll always miss you, no matter how much we se each other" Sam moved her hand over to the left side of the bed, stretching a little, knocking the lamp off in the process, she went stiff as it shattered on the floor, looks like the game was up.
"Look Sam, I got to go, I think some one's in the apartment" He hung he phone up placing it on the side of the table as he got up, reached for a pan that lay on the side of the kitchen counter. Slowly he made his way into his bedroom, flicking the light on and holding the pan up ready to strike.
Sam couldn't help but giggle at him, he stepped back in shock, seeing her sprawled on his bed wasn't what he had expected to find.
"You planning to hit me over the head with a pan now Jack?" she moved up off the bed walking over to him and look the pan from his hands, still grinning.
"This is not funny Sam, you nearly gave me a hear attack! Where were you when I came in to change?" Jack encircled her in his arms, on of his hands drifted under her shirt making circled on her back.
"Under the bed, do I really need to teach you self defence? After facing Jaffa with me, going to hell and back, you planned on hitting a burglar over the head with a pan?" again she was giggling but she soon stopped when he walked her backwards and had been pushed back on the bed, him landing on top of her.
"We'll talk about his later, around the time you buy me a new lamp" he muttered looking over the side of the bed at the lamp that lay in pieces.