Newly Weds Chapter 3: Part Three, a stargate: sg-1 fanfic

Newly Weds

By Sam I Am – 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: Sorry it took me so long!

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!

You've watched this space!... Newly Weds!

Chapter 3

Sam stood in the women's toilets at the airport and breathed a small sigh. She moved to the mirror and looked at her reflection.

'This is insane,' she thought to herself as she stared at her almost surreal likeness. The person who stared back at her with deep brown eyes was not Major Samantha Carter. Not the astrophysicist on SG-1 with cropped blonde hair and baby blue eyes.

She was looking at Samantha Kent, newly wed with wide dark eyes and long golden curls framing her face. She was looking at Samantha Kent, the woman dressed in her beautiful white wedding dress who was supposed to be overjoyed and completely and utterly in love with Jack Kent...

She felt tears in her eyes and let out a small sniff promptly turning away from her image in the shiny silvery surface before her.

This was so hard. If anyone else was her partner in this it would've been highly amusing, or at least highly embarrassing, but he was her partner and although slightly embarrassing it was anything but amusing. This was everything she'd ever wanted, everything she'd ever wished for and it was a lie. What was more was he clearly didn't feel the same way. It was more than obvious he'd rather be anywhere else in the universe now as long as she was not there as well!

A woman stepped into the bathroom and Sam hurriedly wiped away the tears on her face that she hadn't been aware of until that moment. The woman stared at her in slight confusion as Sam smiled widely and hurriedly decided, with a quick glance in the mirror that she better go back to Jack in the departure lounge...

'Jack?' She thought to herself as she stepped from the bathroom away from the woman watching her with suspicion, 'He's not Jack. He can never be Jack. Not to me anyway.'

Jack sat in the departure lounge wondering why in God's name he was going on honeymoon to Maui with the most beautiful woman he'd ever met. The fact he was wondering why said a lot about his thoughts on this mission. None of them were positive.

He sighed and stared at his hands, the flash of gold making him blink. He'd forgotten about the wedding band encircling his ring finger. It shone slightly in the artificial light and Jack's heart broke. He couldn't do this. He couldn't spend these two weeks alone with Carter, wanting her, needing her, loving her... He... He just couldn't do it.

The announcement came over the intercom that their flight was boarding and Jack looked to see the men opening the doors as two women began to check passports and tickets. He wondered where Sam had got to... Perhaps she'd run away. He gave a soft chuckle. He could almost imagine her abseiling down the terminal block after she'd climbed from the bathroom window, still in that wedding dress...

"Jack, Honey?"

He looked up and his eyes met the unfamiliar dark ones of his 'wife'. He immediately went straight back into the role play they had been forced into, hating every second of pain and agony that bruised his heart...

"Hey Sweetheart, you OK?"

She nodded and put on a soft loving smile. It was so forced that Jack began to despise it. His heart was in the process of breaking for the second time and the irony was that this woman had fixed it the first time. No, this wasn't Carter. He had to keep telling himself that or Jack knew he'd go insane.

She stepped forward her smile widening slightly as she lifted her hand to his face, her soft touch making him shiver. By the slight change in her expression, she knew he'd shuddered. No one else would've noticed...

He felt cool metal against his cheek amidst her warm fingers and he too stepped closer, his hands coming to rest on her hips, hugged beautifully by the wedding dress. Her eyes flicked up so they looked into his. Sam Carter had the most beautiful blue eyes and Jack had now met the woman with the most beautiful brown. They glittered in the artificial light and their colour was so intense it made breathing a chore.

Her eyes closed slowly as she leant towards him. When her lips touched his he felt his heart searing in agony, but he couldn't stop. He kissed her because he had to and it was after a couple of minutes he pulled back, feeling utterly empty.

He pasted on a grin as he said slightly out of breath, "Wow, Sam!"

He could see equal disgust in her eyes about their situation for a split second before it was replaced with a nauseating look of joy on her beautiful face, "Come on. We better get going."

Jack Kent smiled and kissed her again before grabbing their tickets and passports from his wallet. Jack Kent had his passport checked and his ticket, along with those of his beautiful wife. Jack Kent moved onto the plane and was led to first class seats where he sat beside Samantha Kent and waited for the plane to take off...

An hour later, when the lights had been switched off and everyone around him was asleep, Jack Kent disappeared for a moment. It was Jack O'Neill who watched the woman resting her head on his shoulder as she slept. It was Jack O'Neill who felt agony every time she took a soft breath and then let it out in an almost sigh. It was Jack O'Neill who gently moved a curled golden lock from her face and it was Jack O'Neill who felt so in love with this woman that her very proximity was painful...

But was it Samantha Kent or Samantha Carter who snuggled slightly closer? Was it the lovely Kindergarten teacher from Ohio or the beautiful Astrophysicist from Colorado, who opened her eyes briefly in the darkness, none of their colour visible? Was it a fictional character or the real life woman who whispered into the darkness, 'I love you, Jack.'?

Jack's mind was preoccupied and Sam knew him well enough to know it wasn't his usual strategic pondering he used on every mission they went on. A tiny, almost unperceivable frown was creasing the small area of skin between his eyebrows and he had a look of weariness about him that reminded her he'd gotten no sleep on the plane.

By this time, as they stood outside on the steps of the airport, waiting for their taxi to arrive, they had both changed into more comfortable attire and Sam had expected Jack's mind to be calculating and analysing every little detail about their location. He should have been thinking about the mission, but Sam's knowledge of the man told her he wasn't.

He scrapped a hand through his now much browner hair and gave her a brief tired smile, but his dark eyes watched her extensively. Now she finally thought about it, his eyes had been following her ever since she'd woken up in the plane seat, after falling asleep on his shoulder, as the plane came into land.

It was a warm, tropical night, about 1 in the morning. Cicadas chirped loudly as the palm trees rustled slightly in the warm sea breeze. The night was very humid and Sam was glad she'd opted for a t-shirt and shorts, when they'd got changed in the toilets of the air-conditioned airport.

She tugged on the leg of her denim shorts self-consciously. Damn Janet! She'd packed the most EMBRASSING clothes she could find, most of them skimpy, but practical! Damn her!

Their taxi pulled up and Jack gave her a smile as the driver got out and helped load the suitcases into the boot. Sam hopped into the backseat and looked out of the window at the rustling palm trees.

Jack crawled into the seat beside her, his arm moving to possessively wrap around her shoulders as they both grinned with fake excitement. The Taxi driver kept up a small dialogue with them as he drove them to their hotel. It wasn't far; about 20 miles along the coast.

Sam replied to his questions politely adding in the phoney details about themselves. She noticed how tired Jack looked. He was quiet although didn't give up the pretence of being an excited newly wed.

When they finally pulled up at the luxurious looking hotel and villas she couldn't help but gasp. Jack smiled and shook his head muttering something that sounded like, 'Trust George!' Sam remembered Hammond and the Pentagon had set up where they were staying and that it was more than obvious Hammond had chosen the classiest place he could find.

She opened the door and climbed out helping the driver unload the luggage as Jack walked into the Reception to ask about their room. Sam smiled at the driver as she moved all their luggage onto the side of the road, "Thanks."

The driver smiled back and spoke in his husky accent as he climbed back into his vehicle, "No problem, Mrs. Kent."

As he said 'Mrs. Kent' it made her smile, before her situation dawned on her. The cab drove off down the road, the driver missing her expression as he disappeared into the night. Sighing softly, Sam turned to look around her. To her left was the large Hotel, ornate and modern. From the orangey glow of the lamp lighting the road, it was painted a pale orange colour as were the various villas and small houses lining the beach. The hotel was sat on a bay shared with only three other hotels. To Sam's right she could see the horizon where the deep blue of the sky was split with the almost black looking sea. The slender sliver of the crescent moon shone a thin, shimmering line on the gently lapping ocean. The stars were so clear here and Sam smiled at how much Jack would like that...

At the thought of her Commanding Officer, she glanced back at the entrance where he now came from looking surprised. She gave him a slightly concerned frown, "What?"

"We haven't got a room..." Jack said still looked shocked.

Sam's jaw dropped and repeated herself this time disbelief in her voice, "What?"

Jack continued, "We haven't got a room... we've got a villa!"

After he spoke, he began to chuckle, a grin spreading across his face as Sam exclaimed, "What!"

They stepped up to the villa literally a hair breadth away from the golden sand of the beach. A warm breeze sifted the sand slightly and the soft lapping of the waves was so hypnotising Sam was in love with this place already.

Jack stepped up to the door and pushed the key in the door opening it as Sam admired the view. She took a backwards step towards the door slowly before she turned...

"Watch out for the..." Sam's foot fell on air and she stumbled, her hands clasping onto whatever they could for support. It was when warmth began to tingle through her fingers that she realised her hands were clasping onto Jack's shoulders, her palm pressed against his chest. She felt his chest vibrate slightly as he mumbled with a soft gulp, "...Step."

Sam stopped moving immediately, her face flushing hotly and her mouth went dry. Gradually she lifted her head until her eyes met his, her hand still splayed on his muscular chest. The soft th-thump of his heart beneath her fingers and the heat of his breath dancing over her skin made her face flush more. His breathing seemed so loud in the silence, only broken by the thumping of blood in her ears and the gentle waves reaching up the beach.

Her eyes were still not adjusting to see what surrounded her, but they could see his eyes. That was enough. Her eyes flicked to his throat where she saw him gulp slowly, his Adam's apple fascinating her only due to that fact she had to look away from those eyes. For a split second she'd been foolish enough to think he may... that he might... he didn't, did he?

Her eyes rose again and when they met his she couldn't help but stop breathing. Everything around her came to a halt and she felt her body freeze, her chest not rising with breaths, her eyes not moving with shock, her lips not trembling, her hands not shaking as she had been so certain they would've been. But in that second it was like she wasn't even alive. Like she was nothing more than a still image forever frozen in time. The fact she wasn't trembling was even more dangerous than if she had been.

It was only when he blinked and then a sort of panicked expression swept across his face that he looked away. He immediately moved to the light switch he seemed to have just spotted beside the steps and soft peachy light filled the room. Sam stood in the same position and for a brief moment closed her eyes in self-hatred for getting her hopes up.

For a second there she'd almost believed he... he liked her... maybe even more than like... Oh, she didn't know! She'd always kinda thought he might, but... oh god, this was so heart-shatteringly confusing!

Jack cleared his throat and then murmured softly, "I'll sleep on the couch..."

"No, Sir," Sam replied turning to him and finding him stood at the bottom of the steps she'd tripped down, one hand massaging the back of his neck in that way he'd been accustomed to doing in awkward situations. When he looked at her surprised, she continued, "You didn't get any sleep on the plane. I did. The couch isn't gonna be that comfortable and don't even try to tell me that with your back and knee you'd get a wink of sleep," Jack grimaced at the truth in her statement, rubbing a hand through his short brown hair. She spoke again emphasizing her point, "Take the bed, Colonel. I'll sleep on the couch and if you really want we'll take it in turns for the next two weeks."

Jack just nodded and then cleared his throat again. He gave her a brief smile, "Well I know better than to argue with the country's top astrophysicist." His throat seemed to have become incapable of speaking more than a dozen words at a time. He cleared his throat again and then met her gaze. He licked his bottom lip slightly and mumbled, "Night, Carter," before he sped out of the room towards the bedroom, shutting the door behind him, leaving Sam stood in the living room which doubled up as the kitchen with all the mod cons in one corner.

She felt like growling frustrated, but instead she just grabbed her suitcase, opened it and pulled out the nightdress Janet had packed before slamming it closed again, a little more forcibly than was needed and heading for the bathroom to get changed.

Jack shut the door and leant against it. His head tipped back and he stared up at the dark ceiling for a second. He felt like growling frustrated, but instead took out his anger on the light switch, pushing it as hard as he could. The light came on and he stared around the room, only reminding him of what an idiot he'd been for a second back there.

When Sam had looked in his eyes, he'd felt like he was burning up, speeding through the atmosphere at a ridiculously fast speed. He felt like he would be falling through the clouds forever. She had stared into his eyes and he'd looked at her. She was dressed in that plain white t-shirt and tantalising short shorts. Her long golden hair fell about her shoulders, reflecting the soft light like silk does. Her eyes were such a rich, delicious shade of brown, staring right into his own eyes... For a moment his heart had overruled his brain saying that... that Sam... Oh it was ridiculous! Carter did NOT see him that way!

God, the look of utter shock on her face when she'd looked into his eyes, the way she'd turned her head away from his, embarrassed, they were enough to tell him how she felt.

He looked at the king size bed and felt a shiver travel down his spine. Even the thought of Sam kissing him, truly kissing because she loved him, was enough to make his knees quake and his fingers tremble. Through the wood of the door, he heard Sam move into the bathroom and took his queue to move back into the living room and grab his suitcase.

He glanced at hers, piece of clothing hanging around the edges, beneath the closed lid, showing she'd either been in a hurry to find what she was looking for or she'd been pissed off. Most likely the latter. He was pretty pissed off too although not for the same reasons. She was pissed off because she had to spend the next two weeks with an irritating old man, who had a crush on her, pretending to be his newly wed wife. He was pissed off because he had to spend the next two weeks with the most gorgeous woman he'd ever seen pretending to be his newly wed wife and who was, in no way shape or form, attracted to him.

He lifted the awkward object that was his suitcase and dragged it towards the bedroom. When he reached the frame he stepped through, attempting to pull the suitcase with him. Instead, the case hit the doorframe and fell on his toe causing him to stifle what alone in his own home would've been a colourful bellow. He grumbled, manoeuvring the case so it finally moved through the doorway with ease. He hurriedly shut the door and collapsed on the bed.

He closed his eyes and grumbled, "I should've known! Life is just one honkin' great Anti-me conspiracy!"

He couldn't sleep. It was ridiculous! He'd had so little sleep recently, but he was now wide awake and could not sleep however hard he tried to count sheep, or Jaffa, which had only resulted in him trying hard not to laugh. Teal'c and Bray'tac staff-vaulting over a picket fence in a field full of bemused looking sheep had not exactly been the best idea!

He sighed and got up from the bed for the fifth or sixth time. Perhaps a glass of water would help him to get some shut eye! He'd already tried strolling around his room, reading the mission details, counting sheep and Jaffa, considering the situation at hand, Maybourne's role in it etc etc, and nothing had worked.

He silently opened the door and walked into the room. Immediately his eyes fell on the figure sleeping peacefully on the couch. He couldn't help it. Once his eyes were on her he couldn't look away.

She lay beneath a thin white sheet, draped over her body. Her bare legs stuck out one end of the sheet, her surprisingly dainty feet pressed against the arm of the sofa. She was dressed in a black nightdress that did not leave much to the imagination about her figure...

Somehow, Jack ripped his eyes of his 2IC and crept silently to the kitchen area. He grabbed a glass slowly moving to the fridge and opening it as quietly as possible. He pulled out the plastic bottle of cool water and poured it into the empty glass, all the time keeping his eyes firmly averted from the beautiful woman lying on the couch...

'NO! Not beautiful woman! Carter. Not beautiful. Not woman. Just Carter. She's not your wife. She's not attracted to you. She's just Carter. She has to be just Carter so stop ogling her and leave the poor beautiful woman alone... No! Leave your poor 2IC alone!'

Jack's thoughts irritated him almost as much as he irritated himself! Wait a second... He was confusing himself again.

He picked up the glass of water and made his way back to his room...

"Colonel?"

He glanced down at the woman lying on the couch. She was obviously half asleep, looking at him through practically closed eyelids.

He smiled softly and spoke in a tone he immediately began reprimanding himself for in his head, "Go back to sleep."

She smiled, her head moving back to the cushion, her long golden curls draped across the soft material, coating it completely. Her eyes, now blue again, slid shut as she breathed out softly, drifting back to sleep almost instantly. He watched her; the moonlight streaming through the window seeming to engulf her, turning her into an angel before his eyes.

In that moment, Jack realised two things. One, he would never, could never love anyone but Samantha Carter. Two, he was in very big trouble.

Dawn's pale light streamed through a small chink in the curtains, as Sam's eyes fluttered open slowly. She put her hand over her eyes as she let out a groan. She stretched and stood up slowly, the bed sheet she'd found in a closet in the bathroom sliding off her silky nightdress and onto the couch.

The sky was a pale azure, the sun beginning to peek over the lapping waves slowly, sending a soft yellow glow over the landscape. She sighed at the beauty of it and felt herself drawn towards it, opening the front door...

No sooner had the door opened than her eyes fell on the man, leaning on the wall surrounding their porch, as he turned in surprise. He was wearing a white t-shirt and shorts and almost jumped to attention when he saw her. After a second to shake off his shock, the Colonel smiled, "Christ Carter, you made me jump!"

"Sorry sir." She mumbled, staying as hidden behind the door as possible, not wanting the Colonel to see her in this ridiculous silk nightdress.

After a moment, he spoke quietly, "I hope you slept well."

His respectful tone made her smile slightly, "Yeah. I slept fine. You?"

She could tell he was lying before he spoke, his eyes moving back to the sunrise, "Like a rock."

After a moment, she mumbled embarrassed, "So... what shall we do today?"

"Well..." Jack sighed, turning to face her, his back resting against the bar, "We can't leave the villa too early..."

Sam frowned, confused, "Why?"

His face went red as he mumbled, "...Last night was our... uh... wedding night..."

Sam spoke very quickly, "Oh yeah." She stayed hidden behind the door, "I'm not very good at this undercover crap, am I?"

Jack chuckled softly at her tone, "You're doing well. You're much better at this than you know. Don't worry about it, you'll be fine..." When she smiled slightly at his words of praise, he diverted his eyes again, "Anyway, we'll go for breakfast about 11am and then I think we should go down to the beach..."

"Shouldn't we be... looking for Maybourne?"

Jack smiled at her omnisciently, "Ah but we will be! Down on the beach, we'll nose around a bit. Sunset Apartments is supposedly not far down the beach. It's the furthest hotel away from us in this bay, but that means we're far enough away to not run too much of a risk of bumping into him by accident."

Sam nodded, showing she understood, before she murmured, "So... 6 hours till breakfast... what do we do till then?"

Jack shrugged blushing slightly, "Unpack... uh..." Jack chuckled, "Practice dancing..."

Sam laughed softly, "Why do we need to dance?"

Jack fixed her with his dark eyes, "They've got a dance floor in the hotel. If we're gonna act newly wed, we have to at least dance once every night... And I think I'm suffering enough with bruised toes without having to dance EVERY night with you as you are at the moment, meaning you have to practice!"

Sam blushed embarrassed as she chuckled, "I warned them! I can't dance!"

"Well that's something we're gonna have to remedy..." Jack smiled softly as he said, "Right. Let's unpack."

Sam knelt with her suitcase in the bedroom, using half of the wardrobe and the left-hand bedside table to pack all her stuff into. Jack was on the other side of the room, packing clothes into the right-hand drawers, muttering with every clothes item, using very colourful language and cursing a certain archaeologist to hell in as many ways as possible.

The face that he was obviously outraged by the clothes he'd have to wear this holiday would've made her smile, but for the fact she was just as furious with the wardrobe Janet had selected.

She finally reached the bottom of her suitcase, two piece of yellow catching her eye. They were post-it notes, stuck onto two carrier bags. The words on the two post-it notes almost caused her to growl in anger, except she didn't want the colonel to know about them.

'Phase 7: Essential for Maui' said the first label. Sam cautiously opened the bag, two separate black pieces falling onto her lap. She felt her face flush as she hurriedly stuffed the black bikini halter neck top, with ties around the neck and back, and small briefs, with ties on either hip, into the bottom drawer.

Jack looked up at the sound of the drawer slamming but Sam just carried on as if nothing had happened until he turned back to his suitcase.

God, if he only knew that she'd giggled with Janet over the small piece of information about Maui that Urgo had stolen from the Colonel's brain. And now, Janet had betrayed her by giving her the very black bikini she was sure he had imagined! Damn her!

She stared at the next label, suddenly just wanting to leave the bag where it was. Her undying urge to discover everything in the universe, however, got the better of her. After a moment, she lifted the next bag from the case. Her curiosity as to what 'Phase 8' might be, seen as there was no 'description' on the label.

Slowly she peeled away the tape holding the bag shut and opened the bag...

"OH MY GOD!"

Sam literally dropped the bag, screwing it into a ball and hurriedly opening the bottom drawer again threw the accursed item into the depths of the bottom drawer...

"Carter?"

She looked up in shock as she slammed the drawer shut, the Colonel zipping up his empty suitcase, his eyes locked on her inquisitively from the other side of the King-size bed.

She was worried she was going to start babbling, her cheeks already scarlet, but the Colonel beat her to speaking as he sighed and muttered, "Don't tell me. I don't wanna know!"

She let out a self-conscious chuckle as he pushed his empty suitcase under the bed and left the room. The second he left, she reopened the bottom drawer and stared down at the bag, its contents spilling out of it.

A third post-it note stuck to the lacy white material read: 'For the Wedding Night!'

Sam was literally gobsmacked by her ex-best-friend's nerve. A negligee! Was she kidding! It was ridiculous and Sam felt like screaming with rage at her situation! Didn't Janet know she was already dying with embarrassment and regret without her pulling stunts like this!

Yet again closing the bottom drawer with a little more force than was needed, Sam pushed the second suitcase beneath the bed before getting to her feet.

Suddenly, a soft strain of music began to waft into the room through the door and Sam felt a real smile pull across her lips for the first time since the beginning of this ridiculous mission. She hadn't thought he'd been serious about the dancing practice. She'd obviously been wrong!

Slowly, she stepped into the bedroom doorway, her eyes immediately fixing on Jack who was pushing the living room furniture around so they had a dance floor. Her smile never faded.

His eyes rose after a moment and he began to blush, "Daniel put the CD in my suitcase with a post-it note saying 'Phase 9: Keep Practising'."

Sam felt herself blush as Jack emphasised the fact it was 'Phase 9', but he knew better than to ask. After a moment, his hand moved to the back of his neck, obviously as he felt uncomfortable with the situation, when he murmured, "So... Can I have this dance?"

Sam smiled returned as she mumbled embarrassed, "Uh... Sure... Uh... I'll apologise now... I've still got two left feet..."

Jack just chuckled as he held out his hands and she carefully stepped into his arms, staring at her feet. Her head hit his chest and she mumbled an apology as Jack laughed again and muttered, "I don't mind about the toes. Just look up."

She did and her eyes met his. She couldn't help but chuckle sheepishly as she promptly stood on his toe. She muttered softly, "Sorry." And looked down again.

One of Jack's hands moved down to her lower back as he pulled her slightly closer, so she couldn't look down any more. She looked at him worriedly and he said quietly, "Just relax like you did yesterday in the infirmary and you won't step on my toes. I promise." Jack stepped away from her for a moment and lifted her arms so they looped around his neck as he said encouragingly, "So you can't look down. Look at me."

Sam couldn't help but look at him now, which made her feel more embarrassed. Warm morning sunshine spilled in through the windows and glinted in his mahogany eyes causing her heart to quicken its pace.

He smiled at her gently and said, "So... what do you fancy for... breakfast?"

The muffled grunt between his words meant she'd stood on his toe again, but he continued smiling, pretending she hadn't. After a moment, she said quietly, "I don't know..."

Jack spoke, "Well considering it's our first breakfast of the honeymoon, I would most definitely spoil you rotten..." Jack smiled, "I guess that means a dessert for breakfast then huh?"

They danced silently for a few minutes, Sam not realising she hadn't stepped on his foot again, when he spoke softly, "Well, if we're gonna act like Newly Weds, I need to learn more about you!"

Sam laughed, "We've known each other years! You know tonnes about me!"

Jack shook his head seriously, "No I don't. Not the stuff like what your favourite flower is. If you had braces when you were a kid or what your nickname name was or... you know!"

Sam shrugged, "You want me to answer those?"

Jack nodded, "Hey, you don't realise how nosy people are until you get given an assignment like this and a folder full of who you are! I should know! But yeah... What I first want to know about my 'wife' is what her favourite flowers are. You'd be surprised how important it is for a guy to know that!" Sam chuckled as Jack continued thoughtfully, "Sara's favourite flowers were always roses and lilies and stuff, y'know, the expensive ones! But that's all I have to go by and you and Sara are very different!"

Sam stared at him as they continued to sway and after a moment, whispered with a small smile, "Daisies."

Jack blinked in surprise, "Daisies?"

Sam smile widened, "Daisies."

Jack smiled slightly at that and sighed, "Well, it's a start."

Yet more Author's Notes: I'll keep apologising for this, but I am sorry it took so long! I've had a very busy year and with a couple of novels I'm desperate to finish and school work, I've had lots to do! But now it's the summer holidays and I'll try and churn out a few more chapters of this. I finished the last chapter of this last night, so now I have somewhere to go with the story, I know what I want to write.

Thanks for all your support, and patience, Sam xxx