A/N: I know it's been a while, but my lack of sleep has been catching up with me in the past couple of days! Thank you all so much for reassuring me that I wasn't being too cheesy. I'm starting to feel the expectations you all have for this story, which is why I'm delaying the next bit of action (getting the story straight so I can defend any outcry later on). This is really a continuation of the fluff, with some extra all important "TALK"…

Otherwise, I can't believe I'm up to ten chapters… when I thought of this story I honestly didn't think it would go further than five! Now I find myself thinking of a bloody sequel after it ends (which – I hope – is within about five chapters from now)… at this rate I'll never get my thesis done.

A wonderful shroud of darkness seemed to cover Jack's head. He had actually been asleep. A fitful sleep with no dreams… no distractions… nothing. A small voice in his head told him he should be thinking of a plan… acting… but the sensation of actually relaxing was so welcome he didn't care. The warm feel of a delicate arm draped across his torso only made him feel more secure, the gentle weight of Sam's head on his shoulder, her lips grazing his collarbone, the way her hair was tickling his neck… if he could freeze the moment in time he would have done it in a heartbeat. Sighing contentedly, still not opening his eyes, he gently traced his fingers up and down Sam's arm, letting her know he was there.

"Hmmm…" Sam shrank away against the feel of his touch, welcome as it may be. "Lemme sleep…" she murmured before nuzzling her head into her 'pillow'.

Jack shifted slightly so that Sam's head was now resting on his arm; he turned towards her so he could see her face and finally opened his eyes. He smiled at the sight of Sam, still half-asleep, with her hair looking like it had lost in battle against a hurricane.

"Carter" he whispered gently. When there was no response other than a nondescript 'hmmmm', he leaned forward gently to plant a soft kiss on the tip of her nose.

"Tickles." Sam managed to breathe the word, struggling to clear the pleasant fog in her mind.

Jack giggled slightly at the reluctance she was showing to his attempts to wake her up. "Figures," he said to her softly, "I have to order you to sleep back at the base, and here you're like Sleeping Beauty…"

"Hmmmm. Maybe we should sleep together more often." Sam's voice was getting stronger, although she still refrained from opening her eyes. Her mind was starting to work again, albeit slowly. So comfortable was she, she didn't want to return to reality this time. The warm body next to hers, the soothing feel of Jack's breath ruffling her hair slightly. She smiled despite herself and opened her eyes to see his face only inches from hers.

"Morning." Jack smiled at her sleepily, inwardly amazed at how relaxed she was.

"Maybe."

"Huh?" Only 30 seconds into the day and already he didn't know what she was talking about.

Sam's mind was fast warming up and she was increasingly aware of their situation. She yawned widely and drew her hand away from his body, slid her head onto the actual pillow and stretched both her arms above her head, looking at the ceiling. Looking back to Jack she saw he hadn't moved and was looking at her intently.

"We don't actually know it's morning sir." She sighed groggily, missing the feel of his warm body against hers already. "We don't even know where we are…" she added, becoming lost in her thoughts.

Jack let his head fall back on to the pillow in sadness, remembering at last how they were in fact prisoners, as well as military officers in the same chain of command.

"Yeah," he mumbled, "Damn."

Sam reached her hand out to grab his and gave it a squeeze in comfort. She saw his head swivel to meet her gaze and smile weakly at her.

"We're gonna get out of this." Her voice didn't sound nearly as sure as she would have liked.

"Then what?" he felt the words catching on his throat. Never before had he been quite so unsure of what lay ahead.

"I don't know." Sam wasn't sure if she had thought or said the words, but before she let Jack react to them, she drew him closer to her and kissed him slowly, letting him understand how she felt. She didn't know if they would ever get another chance to actually express themselves and wasn't about to let the opportunity to get away from her.

Jack was fighting to retain a grasp on reality as the feel of Sam's lips against his made him dizzy. He was no longer sure that they were even conscious. The thought crossed his mind that this could be another of Togar's tricks. As he felt his tongue venture into Sam's mouth and reached his hand to grasp the back of her head, intensifying the kiss, however, he realised the improbability of that idea. Forcing himself to pull away to look at the woman in front of him, Jack pondered their predicament.

"Is this real?" he was almost afraid to ask the question.

"Oh yes." Sam closed her eyes, suddenly completely uncertain of everything. "That's the problem…" She let her head sink into the pillow, and opened her eyes to reveal a desolate expression that caused Jack's heart to ache.

"Sam…" he began, stroking her hair comfortingly, "I'm really sorry about the whole time-loop thing."

"Huh?" Sam looked surprised. "God that's the furthest thing from my mind right now."

"Well essentially it seems to be what got us into this whole mess." Jack's heart sank as he realised how much their current situation was his fault. "I should've known there'd be consequences."

"It's not your fault, sir. It's Togar's." She said firmly, although without moving away from him.

"Yeah I guess," he sighed, "I just never thought my… feelings… would ever get us into a mess like this."

"Our feelings, sir," Sam corrected, "both of us." she added quietly, looking sideways in an attempt to avoid his gaze.

"Sam-"

"Jack-"

They both stopped and looked at each other.

"Carter, I don't think I can go back to the way things were… if we get out of this." Jack took a leap of faith in talking so frankly. "You mean the world to me… I… I don't want to go back to the way things were."

Sam struggled to keep her expression even, as inside, her heart soared at his words. Despite all that had happened to them in the past and since arriving on the planet, she'd always had lingering doubts, the plaguing thoughts in her mind that maybe he didn't feel the same, maybe they could never be.

"Me neither," she realised her voice was shaky with the emotion. "All that has happened to us in the past… one day we won't be so lucky." She stopped him from protesting. "You have to admit we've had more than our fair share of luck. I… I don't want to lose you without having really known you."

Jack saw the fear in Sam's eyes. At a loss for words he pulled her body close so it was pressed against his and kissed her again, this time passionately, his arm venturing down her side, and under her top, his fingers trailing circles on the small of her back. He felt her shiver at his touch as she intensified the kiss, her right hand now kneading into his back. Reluctantly forcing himself to wrench his lips free of the kiss, he pressed his forehead against hers, their eyes fixed on each other.

"So what do we do?" he asked, his breath rasping.

"Well," Sam whispered, her hand maddeningly tracing the line of the waistband on his pants. "First I think we need to get home… then we'll see."

"But no more status quo?" Jack felt his heart skip a beat in anticipation of the uncertain, but surely improved, future that lay ahead of them – providing they got there.

"No." Sam whispered breathlessly, feeling her mouth curl up in a timid smile.

Jack was contemplating the wisdom of recapturing her lips with his when he heard a muffled squeal coming from the corner of the room. Freezing in his position he looked to Sam, wide eyed. The look on her face told him she'd heard it too. Slowly, they both turned their heads and pulled themselves up into a half-sitting position.

As soon as they moved, both were struck by a biting pain in their heads, forcing them down onto the bed again. Jack had nonetheless managed to glimpse the cause of the noise sitting on the couch, looking at them as if it was Christmas and New Year's all at once. He growled with exasperation before grabbing the pillow from under his head and launching it across the room.

"Goddammit, URGO!" he roared, scandalised that the sophisticated artificial life form had been watching them. "Ow!" He grasped his head, which had protested to the outburst.

"You ok?" Sam reached her hand to grasp his.

"Yeah, fine… just feels like the Doc's stabbing me in the base of the neck." He grimaced, but squeezed Sam's hand to reassure her. Shifting his head so he could see Urgo without lifting his head, he glared at the annoying being before her.

"What is this Urgo? What are you doing here?" He paused momentarily, "what are we doing here?"

TBC

A/N: So… enter Urgo! Explanation coming up as to his motivations… maybe even a way out for SG1… watch this space.

Most importantly, tell me what you think of my attempt at a 'talk'!