Title: John Doe

Chapter: Ten

Summary: Downtime at the cabin finally begins.

Spoilers: Solitudes

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She was sitting on the edge of the dock, her feet dangling in the cool, murky water. As she kicked her feet back in forth, watching the water rush along with them; she heard a door open. She turned to look back and see what he was up to, and where he was going. He smiled at her, half-waving. She returned the smile and turned back around, looking out at the water. It was a beautiful day so far, only a handful of clouds were spread across the pale blue sky, and the sun was already heating her bare arms. It was perfect. She regretted not coming with him sooner, even if it had meant fishing.

She heard his footfall as he strode down the dock and to where she was sitting. She turned her head to see his bare feet, then looked up to see him clad in shorts and an old hockey jersey. He looks at least five years younger, she mused. They shared a smile as he bent down and sat next to her on the dock, slipping his own feet into the chilly waters.

"Yikes," he said pulling his feet back out, "that's cold!"

She chuckled softly, "You'll get used to it, sir."

"Sir?" He questioned, "Who's 'sir'?"

She took the hint, "Fine ... Jack. Don't be such a wimp, the water's not that bad."

He scowled and dropped his feet back into the water; they sat together in a comfortable silence for a few minutes, each looking out over the water. "So," he finally asked, "what's on the agenda for today?"

She shrugged, "Dunno, it's your cabin."

"I guess you're right," he said nodding. "It would help if I could remember something about my past experiences here."

"Teal'c mentioned fishing," she said with a smile, "and mosquitoes."

"Hmm," he began kicking his feet back and forth just as she had, and watching the small waves that the motion caused. "There's some kind of law to this, right?"

She furrowed her brow, "To what?"

"Ripples...."

She thought a second, "You mean Newton's Third Law of Motion?"

He smiled, "That's the one! Uh, for every action..."

"There is an equal and opposite reaction." She looked over at him, smiling. "You do know that before the whole memory loss thing you weren't fond of people knowing how smart you were, right?"

He shook his head, "Well, no. I didn't. But thanks for tellin' me."

"No problem."

"So," he said, "what's on the agenda."

She rolled her eyes, her smile growing. "You've asked that already."

"Yeah," he sighed, "I know."

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Turned out fishing had been on the agenda that day. Hours and hours of fishing. It was certainly not one of Sam's favorite things to do; she figured that out quick. She was sure she had killed at least ten mosquitoes, Teal'c hadn't been exaggerating. It had been a nice day though and she had gotten the chance to work on a very much-needed tan, even if it was in the middle of September.

He had made dinner, which surprised her because she didn't even know he could cook. She herself was a lost cause when it came to work in a kitchen, at most she could make scrambled eggs and hot ham and cheese, but that was about as far as her cooking skills went. So she said that since he had made dinner that day she would make eggs and toast for breakfast in the morning. He had made a face at the time; he told her that even though he didn't remember much he could remember that her cooking wasn't the best. She fought the urge to smack him, even playfully.

There wasn't a television at the cabin so the spent the rest of the evening on the back porch, fighting off mosquitoes and watching the sun set and the moon and stars rise. If the day had been beautiful the night was magnificent, she wasn't sure if she had ever seen the stars so bright, on earth at least. And, while they had been looking through the telescope that he had at the cabin she saw a shooting star fly overhead. She closed her eyes and made a wish, when she looked over at Jack his eyes were closed as well, in what she assumed was a wish. She smiled and looked back through the telescope, wondering what he would be wishing for.

When the night had plunged into complete darkness she talked him into going for a walk, the moon was bright and illuminating the sky so seeing wasn't a problem. They walked quietly around the lake, neither saying much, both more focused on walking. The longer they walked the closer they got to each other, occasionally bumping together. And by the time they got back around to his cabin their hands had joined, fingers intertwined. Neither had realized it at first, then chose to ignore it when they did. When his house came into view they walked past it again, going around the lake another time, hand in hand.

By the time they got back around they went back into the cabin and decided to enter the house their hands dropped to their sides and they stood awkwardly in the living room, each making sure not to make eye contact. They sat down, Sam on the sofa and Jack on the recliner, and were silent. It was nearing midnight by the time either spoke.

"So..." Jack asked, leaning back in his chair, "what now?"

Sam yawned and looked down at her watch, it was 2346. "Now," she said getting up from the couch and stretching out her arms, "I go to bed."

He nodded, standing up himself. "I guess you're right. I should get some sleep too."

She smiled and nodded, "Goodnight, Jack."

"G'night, Sam."
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His chest hurt, badly. What was that? He opened his eyes to see a mass of dirty, blonde hair. He began coughing, which in turn caused him to struggle for his breath. "Captain." He said, quietly. Hoping to wake her up. "As much as I might otherwise think this is nice--"

"Shh," she said, moving around, which only brought a sharper sting to his chest. "Try to sleep."

He winced through the pain, "Is that what we're doing?"

"You were exhausted," she told him, "and you passed out. I just thought that we would have to combine body heat or we wouldn't make it through the night." She looked at him, her eyes drooping sleepily.

"That's fine," he said to her. "It's just very hard to sleep," she moved slightly and it put pressure on his chest again, he breathed in deeply, "with broken ribs when somebody's lying on you."

She began to lift off of him, "Sorry," she breathed. As she moved over her elbow dug into his chest.

"Ah," he said quietly.

"Sorry," she whispered, "sorry, sorry, sorry." She was now completely off his chest and snuggled into his side.

She was right about the body heat thing; he was beginning to warm up more already. "That's better," he sighed, breathing easily again.

"We'll sleep for a few more hours then I'll fix the DHD."

"Ok," he sighed, "night."

"Night," she replied. A few seconds later she said, "Uh ... Colonel?"

"It's my side arm, I swear."

She began to giggle.

"No giggling," he said, "please."

She stopped giggling, then the seriousness of the situation came floating back down. "If we don't make it," she confessed to him, "I won't have any regrets. Will you?"

"I'll regret," he replied, "dying."

Jack woke from his dream freezing. No, not a dream. It was a memory, when they had been trapped in the Antarctic, he remembered it clearly. Of corse, at the time they hadn't known they were on Earth, they, or rather she suspected, but didn't know for sure. But, that wasn't the point. He remembered something else! Something important, something very important.

While he was busy marveling over the fact that he was starting to remember things even in his dreams he heard a panicked cry come from the room nearby.

"Colonel!"

It was Sam, that he was sure of. Who else would it be anyway? He crawled out of bed and began to walk towards the other bedroom, which Sam was sleeping in.

"Colonel?" He heard her call out again.

Who was she calling for, he wondered. And if it was him, why was she saying Colonel?

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She was freezing and it had been a long time since she could feel anything on her body. She had to keep going though, she couldn't stop. If not only to save her life, but the Colonel's as well. "Colonel," she said into her radio, "I can't see the surface yet. It looks like it just keeps going up."

"Sam?" Came a crackling voice, there was something in that voice she didn't like.

"Yes sir?" She said as professionally as she could, but it wasn't easy.

"It was an honor serving with you."

She closed her eyes and sighed, she hated that he was giving up. She was going to save them both. "Yes, sir." She said into the radio, then kept moving forward, towards the surface.

It was nearly half an hour before she reached her destination. There was a small hole, not big enough to crawl though, but enough to where she could see a blue sky. She dug at it, making the small hole large enough for her to crawl through. "Colonel," she said into the radio while digging for their freedom, "I'm almost there. I'm going to try and bring back help, sir. I want you to hold that thought."

The hole was large enough to crawl through and she struggled a little getting out, being numb didn't help much and neither did the fact that she was sure she had done something nearly as bad to her leg as the Colonel had done to his. It took a great deal of effort to crawl out and stand, looking around the world. Ice and snow, nothing but ice and snow. She walked around a little, turning around, hoping to find some evidence of green land. There was none. It was a barren, empty tundra.

"Colonel," she sighed into her radio, "It's an ice planet. That's all there is as far as the eye can see." She closed her eyes in frustration, shaking her head "no chance," she breathed into the radio.

There was no answer, she slid in the hole further. "Colonel!" Still, no answer. "I'm coming down."

She began to climb down and lost her footing, falling painfully down the icy tunnel and falling onto the cold, hard ground, inches away from her CO. "Colonel?" She crawled over to him, "Colonel?"

"Sara," he whispered.

"I'm here Jack," she said, hoping to bring him some comfort, but at the same time feeling jealous.

"Cold," he said quietly. "It's cold."

"I know," she said, fighting back tears, "it's alright. You can sleep now." He closed his eyes and was out. "It was an honor to serve with you to, sir." And then she herself fell into a cold, dreamless slumber.

"Sam?" Came a panicked voice from Daniel's mouth, only it wasn't his voice. "Sam?"

That was when she realized that it wasn't Daniel calling out to her, it was Jack. She opened her eyes, squinting in the darkness to see him. "Jack?"

"You were having a dream, calling out for a Colonel."

She smiled, "It was you, Jack," she told him sitting up in the bed.

"That's what I thought." He was silent for a moment, "You know. I had a dream, too."

"Oh, yeah? What about?"

"Being in Antarctica. When you and I got stuck at the other 'gate."

Her smile grew. She could tell it was confusing him. "That's what I was dreaming about."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, so you remember just what you dreamed or the whole thing."

"The whole thing. It's coming back quicker now, this cabin idea is really working."

She yawned, stretching out her arms. "What time is it?"

He looked at his watch, "0325 hours."

"Ugh," she grunted. "Go back to bed, Jack. It's too early to be talking about dreams."

He smiled at her, "All right. Goodnight again, Sam."

"Night."

He left the room and she laid back down, falling asleep within five minutes.

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He woke up around 5 hours later, almost 0830 hours. She was still asleep and he decided that he would let her catch up on what was probably much needed rest, so he went against their deal and made breakfast.

While he was making the pancakes she quietly walked into the kitchen, running a hand through her short, blonde hair. She yawned and smiled at him sleepily. As she sat down at the dinning room table he poured her a cup of coffee and she took it thankfully. "I was supposed to make breakfast," she said after taking a sip.

"You were sleeping still," he replied with a shrug, "I thought I'd let you rest."

"You have anymore dreams?" She inquired, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.

He shook his head and flipped the pancake. "Nope, that was it."

"What exactly did you dream about?"

"Broken ribs. Mine in particular." He pressed down on the top of the pancake, cooking it faster. "Let's see, in my dream you were sleeping on top of me, and it hurt just a bit."

"Oh, yeah. I appoligized for that, right?"

"Only about 10 times."

She smiled, "Well, I dreamed about climbing to the surface."

He placed the pancake on the plate where the others were. "Well, breakfast is done."

She nodded and got up from the table, "Where are your plates at?"

He directed her to the cabinet next to the fridge and she got them two plates out. She took a pancake and some eggs and sat back down at the table. He fixed a plate for himself and sat down across from her. They ate in relative silence.

"So, what do you say to fishing today?" He asked, smiling.

"You do whatever you want to," she told him, taking a bite of her eggs. "But I'm going swimming."

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A/N: Sorry it's taken so long! The computer that has the internet (which is downstairs) was screwed up for what seemed like forever, so I've been void of e-mail, messenger, fanfiction, everything forever! But, I've been working on it upstairs in my room, just for you guys! Tell me what'cha think about this chapter. It's not exactly the best so far, but oh well.