Newly Weds Chapter 2: Part Two, a stargate: sg-1 fanfic

Newly Weds

By Sam I Am –

Rating: PG (can't honestly be any more than that)

Warnings: Sam/Jack (that's a warning for anyone who don't like that)

Category: Sam/Jack Romance, Humour. (If there's anything I missed out someone tell me!)

Spoilers: References to 'Seth', maybe 'Divide and conquer.

Time frame: Um... whenever after 'Divide and Conquer' (I think!)

Summary: If only undercover missions could always be this much fun!

Disclaimer: Stargate SG-1 and its characters are the property of Showtime / Viacom, MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, and Gekko Productions. No copyright infringement is intended. No money is being made. The original characters, situations, and story are the property of the author. Not to be archived without permission. If you want to archive my story TELL ME, or, to borrow a phrase from our beloved Colonel, I am SO gonna kick your ass!

Author's Notes: For all of you who asked for the next chapter I have been writing this for just over two days! Chapter no. 2 coming your way!

Dedications: I have the best Best Pal/Editor in the world and I love her to bits! Thanks for everything, Hon! Also to everyone who catch my bus to school and my classmates! Love you all! Finally, to every single S/J fan out there. You guys rock!

Here's what happens next... Newly Weds!

Chapter 2

"This is SO embarrassing!"

Sam glanced at the man walking down the corridor beside her. He looked pissed off! Sam couldn't help it. She let out a giggle.

Jack shot her a glare, "No giggling, Major!"

"Sorry," Sam straightened her face. After a second she spoke, "You've gotta see the funny side of this though, Sir." She let out a small chuckle, "We're walking through the SGC, geared up like we're getting married, our wrists connected with vibrant pink fluffy handcuffs..."

Jack's tried to stop his lips from twitching but how could you when a woman was handcuffed to you, giggling and as happy as she was! She grinned at him with her eyes, now a deep chocolaty brown, glittering merrily and he chuckled.

Jack spoke with a grimace, his chuckle fading away, "You want to know what's so funny about this. This was Daniel's idea, therefore, he's the one with the keys, therefore, they are EXCEEDINGLY likely to suddenly disappear, therefore, we have no idea how long we're going to be stuck like this, therefore, we may be walking around in pink fluffy handcuffs until we get in the limo to be driven to the airport!"

Sam's smile disappeared and suddenly she looked desperate to get the handcuffs off! She looked at him then at the handcuffs then back at him and gave an irritated huff, "I am going to KILL those two!"

Jack chuckled and nodded as his fingers got tangled with hers by accident. They both stopped dead for a moment. His eyes looked at their hands, little fingers hooked around each other. His eyes lifted to the velvety brown eyes of Sam as she looked at him.

A deadly thought entered his mind. He was going to be spending his 'honeymoon' with Samantha 'Kent' and he was supposed to make it look convincing. He was supposed to hold her, dance with her... kiss her... But after two weeks it was back to Colonel and Major, O'Neill and Carter, professionals and colleagues.

Jack was suddenly scared, yes, scared. Scared that he wouldn't be able to keep his feelings suppressed, scared that after their two weeks he'd be so... so in love with Carter that he'd be slowly dying inside when they were back at the SGC.

Sam blushed slightly and looked away, her dark eyes falling to the expanse of white dress covering her as a long curl of golden hair fell from behind her ear and brushed her cheek delicately. After a second, she spoke her hand moving as far away from his as was possible, "So, do you think the General really has a reason for us to go see him or do you think he just wants a healthy Texan Chortle?"

Jack smiled although his previous pondering had left him a bit depressed, "No doubt. I bet it was that Old Dog's fault we got the mission anyway! Hammond has a seriously evil sense of humour!!!"

They turned around a corner and wandered past the SG-3 marines who were all just leaving the gym area, chatting amicably. Jack muttered something like 'Aw Crap!' as he attempted to turn invisible through will power, but the superhuman ability was not one that Jack possessed.

The Marines all had to take a double take before guffawing and wolf-whistling until the 'Newly Weds' turned another corner, where Sgt. Siler and Sgt. Davis tried to walk past, Siler walking straight into the pink fluffy handcuffs and somersaulting over it to the floor and Sgt. Davis just losing his footing, taking a stumbling step of shock.

He turned a strange colour red and tried to give a professional looking salute as he gawped at them, "Colonel O'Neill! Major Carter! I... What... Your hair... and...????"

Both rolled their eyes and said in unison, "Don't ask!" as they hurried past the two men both staring after them in absolutely astounded!

Siler glanced at his friend after a minute or so as the man helped him to his feet, a frown creasing his forehead, "Was that just...?"

"Yes."

"And were they...?"

"Yes."

"With pink...?"

Davis nodded and then mumbled, "I can't believe it!"

"Me neither... Dr. Jackson was spot on with his bet and everything! That guy's a genius!"

Davis nodded as he pulled out the small notebook where all bets in the 'Sam/Jack' category were kept as he flicked through. His eyes widened, "I'm going to ask for some tips!"

Siler spoke holding the man back before he sped off down the corridor, "Oh no, you're not! I met him first and I was the one who took his bet in!"

"So, I see him the most!" Davis retorted staring up at the taller man and pushing his glasses up his nose, puffing out his chest territorially.

"Fine!" Siler said lying on the floor, sitting his elbow on the shiny surface and rolling down his sleeve as a few airmen passed them, giving them strange looks, "I'll arm wrestle you for him!"

Davis just grinned, "I was just going to say the same thing, except not arm wrestling! I was thinking more along the lines of racing you for him!"

The small, plump gate technician sped off down the corridor as Siler jumped up and ran after him yelling, "No fair, Walter!"

When the door with its shiny sign saying 'Major General Hammond ÙÙ' appeared the couple gave a sigh of relief. After walking for 10 minutes along the corridors of the SGC and then getting stuck in a lift with two of the Infirmary nurses and SG-11, all renound for their gossiping skills, Sam and Jack were beyond pissed off.

Sam had always loved Janet like a sister, her dearest female friend, especially at the base... but at this moment in time Sam was just about willing to throttle the woman! Jack of course had muttered something about 'giving the Doc a taste of her needles-centric medicine' and 'giving Daniel a peanut to chew on' seen as he was known for his serious nut allergy and the time in the Commissary when he accidentally ate something with ground almonds in and blew up like a balloon!

Sam glanced at Jack and then at the door and lifted her left hand, avoiding the use of her right seen as it was currently firmly attached to Jack's, and rapped on the door.

The usual, almost gruff, "Come in" came from within as Jack hesitantly opened the door to the office, knowing in the pit of his stomach George was planning something.

Surprisingly, there was nothing out of the ordinary. General Hammond sat behind his desk signing something or other. He glanced up and smiled slightly, "Ah. Colonel, Major, please take a seat."

They shared a wary glance before moving to the desk and somehow managing to pull the chair away from the desk and sit down without yanking each others arms off.

Hammond finished signing whatever it was before he spoke, "I just wanted to confirm that you will be leaving the base at 1530 hrs and arriving at the airport at about 1615 hrs. You have two weeks, but we've discovered Maybourne is staying in the Sunset Apartments about a mile from you. His next meeting with the Goa'uld will be in the same place as before on Saturday. After that we have no idea how long it will take. What we need you to do is get intelligence. Only capture the Goa'uld and Maybourne if there is little risk or you have backup, is that understood?"

"Yes Sir."

General Hammond smiled, "Good. I'd like to say you look beautiful, Sam." Sam blushed at the comment from the man who had known her since she was toddling around in diapers. He glanced at Jack, "And you don't scrub up to bad either."

"I could say the same about you, Sir."

The man chuckled, "OK. You're dismissed."

Jack spoke unable to contain his irritation, "You made us come all the way up here just to tell us that?!?"

"No not just to tell you that. To see if Dr. Jackson really did carry out his handcuff idea," the man laughed as Jack stared down at the handcuffs detested.

Hammond motioned for them to leave, "I'll see you when you leave."

Sam and Jack both just gave him a scowl as they left the office and began their humiliating walk back to the Infirmary.

"Janet... why?"

"Phase 5 is a trust exercise."

"But I already trust Carter..."

Janet sighed irritated, "SAM! Call her Sam!"

"Fine." Jack huffed adolescently, "I already trust Sam with my life..."

Daniel let out an unfitting giggle, "We know that! You don't really need to do this Phase! We just wanted to blindfold you for the hell of it!"

Jack bellowed angrily as he heard the two doctors scuttling out of the door, "DANIEL!"

Sam sighed from the other side of the room, "Great! Just great!"

"What? It's not my fault! Try taking them off!"

Sam made a straining noise before she grumbled angrily, "Should've realised Teal'c would do his super tight knots when he began tying these on. There's no way I can get this off."

Jack had a go and then muttered, "Me neither."

An awkward silence filled the Infirmary...

"So..."

"Sir, the point of the exercise is trust. Therefore we probably have to do something rather than just sit here."

Damn Carter! Jack spoke in his usually tone, "Fine then, Smarty Pants! What do you propose we do?"

"Well... take the blindfolds off."

Jack spoke, "Ah ha! You just said you couldn't!"

"I said I couldn't take my own. It would be easier if I was untying yours."

"Eureka!" Jack said sarcastically, "Samantha Carter, Astrophysics Genius has made a discovery!"

Sam spoke irritated, "There's no need to be so sarcastic all the time."

Jack spoke apologetically, "Sorry. I'm still angry about this whole situation!"

"I understand." She said sincerely before he heard he step of the gurney, the bed rattling as she did obviously unsteadily, "Right. I think we should... find each other."

"Easier said than done. We're at opposite ends of the Infirmary!"

Jack got up all the same a held his hands out forwards as he began to edge slowly towards where he thought Sam was, "Keep talking and don't move and I'll try and find you."

"OK. So... Maui huh?"

Jack chuckled, "Maybourne must be irritating and inconvenient on purpose."

Sam's voice came from slightly to the left of the direction he was taking and he adjusted accordingly as she continued, "I haven't been on a holiday in I don't know how long. You know me! The only concept I don't understand is 'down time'!"

Jack laughed, "Was that a joke, Major?"

"Yes, Jack. It was."

Jack winced, "Oh yeah. I am SO useless with names!"

Sam chuckled her voice getting closer, "I know, Jack."

Jack smiled. He liked the sound of her saying his nam...

"Ouch!"

"Oops! Sorry Ca... Sam!"

"You just poked me in the eye!"

"I can't see where I'm going, OK?"

Sam sighed and he felt her hands reach out a touch his chest. She tried not to shiver at the contact as he placed his hands on her shoulders. She spoke, trying to gulp down the lump forming in her throat, "Turn around and I'll untie your blindfold and then you can do mine."

Jack spoke quietly as he did what she asked, "OK."

Sam's hands moved to his back and slowly ran up his neck to the back of his head where she found Teal'c super-duper quadruple knot.

Her finger's fumbled with the material as slowly she prised the material out of the knot. After about 2 minutes, the blindfold dropped and Jack muttered, "Ow! The light's so bright in here!"

"Now undo mine," Sam said as she slowly spun around.

She felt Jack's long fingers brush the sensitive skin of her neck accidentally as he reached up to the knot and began to undo it. He'd finished in half the time she had, his restored vision obviously being an asset.

Sam winced as bright light made coloured stars in her eyes, "You were right about the light!"

Sam blinked back the coloured dots as she suddenly felt something was amiss. She turned to the man stood behind her and found his looking above in horror. Slowly, her eyes rose.

"You've gotta be kidding me!"

Janet and Daniel peeked in through the door and then strolled in. Janet spoke with a devilish grin, "Oh yes, Sam! Phase 6 has arrived!"

Jack's eyes turned to the Doc, "Somebody tell me this isn't what I think it is!"

"It isn't what you think it is," Daniel said grinning, "If you don't think its mistletoe!"

"Aww Crap!"

Janet spoke seriously, "This is a VERY important Phase, Guys. You need to look convincing."

Their eyes connected and Sam felt herself blushing vividly, "But Janet..."

"No. I don't want to hear it!" Janet said sharply, "You can't be this embarrassed in public, or else someone's going to be thinking you're weird or something!"

Jack's eyes had never left hers. He gave a sigh, "She has a point, Carte... uh... Sam."

Sam sighed, "Fine."

She took a step forward and quickly brushed her lips past his.

"Stop stop stop!" Daniel said with a tone similar to that of a teacher disappointed with his students' progress, "That's not good enough! You look like you would much rather be kissing Apophis instead of your husband! Again!"

"Again?!?" Jack groaned in a tone that mirrored a child.

"Yes again," Janet confirmed as Jack turned back to Sam.

He realised the only way they were going to do this was if he just... just kissed like he'd always wanted. Just long enough to satisfy Janet and Daniel and not to make Sam feel too awkward and embarrassed. He knew she'd much rather be kissing anything but him. There was no way she loved him and the fact that he obviously had feelings for her must be so deeply embarrassing. That thought made him depressed, but he still had to do this, even though neither of them wanted to... well, in a way he did. He'd love nothing more than to kiss Samantha Carter, but only if she wanted to as well, or else it would feel wrong.

Without warning he leant forward gently taking her face in his as he kissed her. He was surprised when she actually kissed back for a second. It was only their lips brushing together, but it still made Jack's heart ache and yearn for her.

That thought made him pull back. He watched as Sam slowly opened her eyes. She looked upset. She spoke, "Now we're done, Janet, can I go and look over our mission details again?"

She didn't wait for an answer and moved to the other side of the room where she immediately began reading the folder on her lap.

Jack watched and then looked at his shoes. Janet looked more awkward than either Sam or Jack had previously and Daniel cleared his throat, "I'm going to my office to catch up on some work before you guys leave."

"Yeah and I've got a meeting with the General in half hour and I fancy a coffee. I'll come say goodbye later."

"Ok, Doc," Jack mumbled as his friends left the Infirmary, Jack having not moved an inch since he'd kissed Sam.

Sam was hurting. A lot. She fought off any urges to cry as she sat and meticulously 'read' the mission details although really she was just staring at the writing.

Truth was, when he'd kissed her, her heart had broken in two. He'd kissed because he'd been forced although for once she wished he felt the same as she did. She wished for once he would kiss her because he loved her. It was a dream, nothing more. Sam knew it, but she still wished it with all her heart.

She glanced at him sat on a gurney at the other end of the Infirmary. He was swinging his legs and staring into space in a way that definitely told her he was thinking. Probably thinking how stupid this all was and how stupid it made him feel.

She felt heartbroken, knowing, in a sense, that he did not love her.

Knowing her dreams had been shattered.

Jack glanced at his watch and then at the woman who hadn't moved from her position reading the mission file since 'Phase 6'. "Uh Sam? We gotta go."

Sam looked disappointed as she looked around the Infirmary, "I would've like to say goodbye to Janet. Oh well. I'll call them from the airport."

Jack stood up and glanced at her as she hopped off her own gurney. She didn't smile at him in her usual way. She smiled almost sadly, the expression causing his breath to catch in his throat. God, she pitied him! After a second he managed to croak, "We better hurry. We leave in the limo in 10 and it's quite a way to the surface.

They began to walk quickly along the empty, grey corridors towards the lift. They stepped inside and Jack pressed the button to the surface. The lift gave a small jerk and began to ascend. Sam stood in one corner, Jack in the other as far away from each other as possible.

Sam was still embarrassed over Janet making them go through Phase 6 so many times. That woman was pure evil!

Jack was thinking of Phase 6, as would anyone who'd been subjected to it. He was embarrassed yes, but he couldn't shake the intoxicating smell of her perfume or the taste of her lips from his mind.

They reached the surface and the lift doors opened. Sam gasped and Jack groaned as suddenly there was a ground breaking cheer. SG-11 and those two orderlies that had been in the elevator when they'd visited Hammond earlier had obviously done their job!

Sam spoke, "I thought it was quiet when we left the Infirmary!"

Everyone, it seemed, from the SGC was now stood in two long lines. A red carpet lay down the path between them and stood at the very end, which seemed miles away, was a white limo ribbons and flowers attached to the bonnet along with cans at the back and a big sign painted with thick black writing 'Newly Wed'.

Stood by the vehicle was one very tall, unhappy looking Jaffa, dressed in his navy blue chauffeur costume, an archaeologist kitted in one of his suits, a small doctor grinning evilly, having removed her white coat for once, both her and the bald stocky Texan General both stood in their dress blues.

They glanced at each other, the mocking roars and cheers ringing in their ears as they began to walk as quickly as they could to the limo. Every step they took people were yelling out their congratulations above the din and trying to shake their hands.

A showering of rice and flower petals rained down on them leaving them thoroughly drenched in the wedding spirit. Even above the whooping of the crowd they'd accumulated Sam could still hear Jack muttering, 'I am going to Kill Daniel! I am going to kill the Doc! I am going to kill the General! I am going to kill Maybourne! I am going to kill the President!'

Sam laughed at his murderous mantra as they passed SG-3, the four marines whistling and calling out words to the effect of 'It's a damn shame you're no longer single, Major!' and 'Where did you pick up that Honey, Colonel?'

They finally reached the limo and the end of the red carpet. Jack was positively scowling. The crowd hushed to hear his words as he said in a murderous growl, "I am going to kill all of you!"

General Hammond patted him on the back paternally as he said in a very patronising voice, "Of course you are, Jack. Now get in the damn limo and stop moaning!"

Jack frowned in a mock-hurt expression before scowling at Daniel and his partner in crime as they both grinned evilly, enjoying every second of his humiliation.

Sam climbed into the car and shuffled over. Jack however refused to move and it was only when the entire SGC came crashing down on top of him, almost literally, did he move an inch. He spoke loudly as he was bundled into the backseat, "Two weeks? You only have two weeks to live, Guys! In 14 days, you better start looking behind you because I'm going to kill you all! That's right you heard me..."

Janet slammed the door, muffling Jack's voice to the outside word. He looked on the side of the door pressing the button as the window rolled down, "Hey, I wasn't finished!"

The limo suddenly pulled away, Siler and Davis having some kind of argument as they stood with a large pair of speakers that suddenly boomed out a wedding march. Jack wound up the window and tried to catch a glimpse of their alien driver before the Jaffa concealed himself, pressing one of the many buttons which drew up a screen between him and the back seat.

Jack let out a frustrated sign and glanced at his companion. Sam looked pale staring at her fingers in silence. She threaded her fingers through her long, curled hair, pulling a lock behind her ear. They were sat pretty close Jack noticed, more feeling it than seeing it. He could feel a flame lighting within him. He took a deep breath and his nose caught the faint scent of her perfume. It made him giddy.

He turned to her and found her watching him. He leant forward slightly completely not in control of his body. She no longer looked pale, her cheeks turning pink as she turned her face back to her hands in her lap and murmured, "Sir, I... I..."

She looked up at him with eyes that were beautiful even in a different colour. She sighed and then forced a smile, "Let's just get Maybourne and that Goa'uld."

Jack nodded, knowing she had changed the subject as best she could considering the circumstances and considering they both seriously needed to talk about this and yet were both reluctant to start the conversation.

Jack sighed again and said thoughtfully, "I hope Daniel packed everything I'll need... What?"

Sam looked at him strangely and then murmured, "Did Daniel offer to pack for you?"

"Yes. The General asked if he would for me while we were having our... Oh Shit!"

Sam spoke in a horrified whisper, "Janet packed for me."

Jack repeated himself in quick succession before finishing his cursing with, "We are so royally screwed! Damn those Doctors!"

Sam moved forward to the seats opposite Jack and knocked on the partition. Teal'c dutifully rolled it down before he spoke, "Yes, Samantha Kent? What is your request?"

Sam frowned, "Call me Major Carter."

"I cannot, Samantha Kent. A bet is currently in place of which Daniel Jackson has decided I shall only refer to you as Samantha Kent for this entire journey. He has threatened that if Sgt Siler wins then he shall destroy my Simpsons comic collection. Samantha Kent, I do not wish for his warning to transpire."

"Teal'c, how are they going to know if you say are names?"

Teal'c spoke in what sounded like an amused tone, "You should understand, Doctor Kent, that Sgt. Siler is a very skilled electrician and has, in fact, bugged this vehicle so that, in Sgt. Davis's words, you could hear a pin collide with an object if for some meaningless reason someone decided to release it."

Sam and Jack shared an anxious look as the partition rolled up again. Jack spoke very loudly, hoping to deafen the people listening to their conversation, "I'll bet you Carter that I can find a bug and scream down it louder than you can."

Sam grinned and laughed before she shook his hand, shrieking shrilly, "It's a Deal!"

Leon used his stick to pick up another piece of rubbish and shove it in the black bin liner. He hummed to himself as he picked up after the thousands of people who passed through this airport everyday. A snickers wrapper there, a tin can here, a newspaper, an apple core... At least it wasn't his turn to scrape up chewing gum on the bottom of the departure lounge seats this week. He hated that, but he loved this.

He loved being useful. His fellow workers in the airport couldn't understand Leon and honestly, Leon couldn't understand them. Actually he could.

"Nobody knows it don't hurt to help people anymore!" Leon said to himself, agreeing with himself with a small nod, "Yep. All too wound up in themselves and in their inadequacies. Don't know what they're missing."

Leon Robinson was African American and in his late forties. He was tall and lanky, over 6ft 4. He had shortly cropped curly black hair and a nose that was slightly crooked after he'd knocked himself unconscious and broken his nose, running into a jungle gym when he'd been 7. He wandered around the airport in his bright yellow coat and yet he was invisible to the people bustling around.

"Always rushing people are. Always rushing. Why don't they just slow down? If you're late you are still going to be late when you get to where you're going, that's what I say."

Most would think Leon was peculiar. Leon thought most were peculiar. He couldn't understand how people could be so... inhuman. Leon was special, although he didn't see it and no one else did. He had a certain outlook on life, a disposition that left most people dumbfounded. He led a simple life and he wouldn't have it any other way. He never worried about money. As long as he was doing his job good he didn't care about money. He wasn't rich, he wasn't poor. He just was. And that was the way he liked it.

For instance, most people worry about material things, worry for the sake of worrying. Everywhere they go in the day, their brains are on overdrive worrying, planning their day, thinking of all the things that could go wrong.

The one thing that was on Leon's mind at this very moment was that it was just past 4pm and that in an hour, his shift was finished. He could go home to his small flat, feed Bruiser, the small white kitten he'd found in a cardboard box two weeks ago and have his favourite food in the world... Cheese and Banana Sandwiches. He loved them. It was a tradition passed on through the Robinson family for years. Strange combination most thought, but it was nice.

He licked his licks as the claws of his device closed round a plastic bottle before he plonked it in the black plastic bag, "Uh huh. I'm gonna have myself a Cheese and Banana sandwich when I get home." Leon, known to his colleagues as the Big Friendly Giant, contemplated what Bruiser's favourite food was. Probably fish.

"I'll stop by the store and by her a nice can of tuna."

He got a strange look from the people walking past. He occasionally did. It was because he talked to himself. Leon wasn't lonely, which is what most people would assume. He wasn't stupid either. He just talked to himself and the occasional abandoned pet he'd take under his wing. That was all the company he needed.

He got closer to the automatic doors leading to the Car park and Taxi point. He began humming his favourite tune. He didn't know what the song was or what its words were, but today this was his favourite tune. Tomorrow another song would be stuck in his head and he'd be here, picking up litter and humming to himself, thinking about his sandwich and wondering what new treat he'd bring home for Bruiser.

He glanced out of the window as something white caught his eye. A limosine pulled up. It had ribbons and white flowers hung from the driver's windows to the tip of the bonnet. On the back was a sign.

Leon smiled to himself, "Newly weds." He pierced a tin can with the sharp claws of his device as he spoke, "Happy people who ain't gonna be worrying. They're my kinda people."

The chauffeur climbed out of the driver's seat. He was African American, the same height as Leon, although his face was pretty grim and he was a lot more muscular and brawny than the man watching them from his new position near the door.

He opened the passenger door to the limo and a man climbed out. He was brown hair, brown eyes, not quite as tall as their driver, but still tall. He was older than most of the newly weds who came through the airport and still geared up in his suit from his wedding no doubt. He was chuckling at some joke he'd obviously just shared with his new wife.

Leon chuckled as well, "What did I say bout being late? They don't care. Good on 'em!"

The man turned and held his hand out as a small fair skinned hand filled his. A woman stepped out of the darkness of the limo. Leon stopped dead, "Now there's a beautiful woman."

She wore very little make-up. Her shoulder-length hair was slightly curled and hung round her face in loose ringlets. She had chocolaty brown eyes, a wonderful rich shade, but that wasn't what Leon found beautiful about her.

She was smiling, truly happy, unaware of all around her. She had an air of grace about her although Leon's instinct told him she was a very strong woman. She smiled at her husband and leant forward giving him a peck on the lips, still smiling. It was the most beautiful smile Leon had ever seen. Completely real, unadulterated love shining from it.

Leon stopped staring and picked up a chewing gum wrapper that had just fluttered on the gentle breeze coming through the doors to his feet.

The chauffeur pulled their suitcases out of the boot. He turned to the newly wed couple smiling slightly and inclining his head in a strange respectful bow before he stepped back into the limo and drove off.

The man lifted up two suitcases as the woman took the other. She turned when she realised he was having difficulty with the two heavy cases, "Jack, do you need a hand?"

"No. I got it," the man, Jack, said smiling before he dropped a heavy case on his toe and let out an exclamation of pain.

The woman, still clad in a long flowing wedding dress walked back to him, "You can't manage these on your own, Babe. It's almost 4:15 and we're catching a plane in 45 minutes. You'll try and walk to fast and hurt your knee again..."

The man scowled, "No. I won't."

She laughed, "yes, you will. Now let me give you a hand... uh... can I help you?"

Leon was stood about a foot from her. He smiled slightly, "Well I was wondering if you needed a bit of help, Miss?"

The woman smiled again, a beautiful smile, "Thank you. Thank you very much."

Leon smiled. Who needed money when you could make someone smile just once? Make someone happy and grateful. Leon just spoke slowly in his low rumbling voice, "No problem, Miss. I'm glad I could be helpful."

Jack gave him a smile as Leon lifted the suitcase effortlessly. He was not the strongest person in the world, but he was definitely strong. The couple walked side by side towards the checking in desk which was beginning to close down.

The lady behind the desk caught sight of them a placed on a forced smile obviously not pleased they were late. She waited for them to lug their bags over as Leon watched her pitifully. Just from looking at her he could tell many things, another one of his gifts. He could tell instantly that she was rarely happy and that her true smile had disappeared in adolescence.

Leon placed the suitcase down as the woman with the true smile spoke to him again, "Thanks so much for your help."

Leon just spoke, "No, thank you, Miss. I'm glad I was helpful."

Jack looked at him. Not in the usual expression of being strange, but in a slight bemused expression. He nodded thankfully before he spoke to the woman, "Come on, Sam. Let's not keep the lady waiting."

Sam smiled one last time at Leon and then linked arms with her husband, both sharing a loving look before they began talking to the woman behind the desk.

Leon wandered back to his black bin liner and device as he watched the couple walk leisurely towards departures sharing a quick kiss.

He picked up his device and smiled to himself. He was slightly confused himself. Never in all the years he'd been working in the airport had he seen a woman with such an honest smile. Never had he seen two people so utterly... He could not explain it. Love was used in completely the wrong context in this time, but what they had. That was special.

Leon began humming to himself, thinking about Cheese and banana Sandwiches before he glanced at his broken watch that always had the wrong time and that only he could decipher before saying to himself with a smile, "Wait till I tell Bruiser."

Yet more Author's notes: I'm sorry if there is a big gap between this Chapter and the next. For all you English, I am just starting Year 10 which means GCSEs are on their way and my parents are groaning and moaning about me spending all my waking moments on the PC! However, I will try and find some time to write some more for you guys cos you are all so nice to me... and I think if I don't I'll have an angry mob on my hands. Please review.