Sam pulled Kelly's shirt over her head. They'd finally settled on a soft pink top with a small flowered print with a neckline just low enough in the back to reveal the top of her shoulder blade where the butterfly was. Sam pulled her poncho on over her top so Jack wouldn't notice the tattoo until the right moment. Sam thanked Kelly, said goodbye to Matthew –who was in the kitchen stirring something that looked like macaroni and cheese made with Ramen noodles- and stepped outside.

"There you are"

Sam jumped when she heard Jack's voice. He was sitting on the front step where she hadn't seen him in the dark. He stood up. "Why didn't you wait inside?" Sam asked.

"It was too nice out." Jack looked up at the star filled sky.

"You miss your telescope?" Sam asked.

"Sort of" Jack said vaguely. "Truth is I wasn't looking through it as much" Jack stared off into space.

Sam watched him gaze up at the sky. The cool night air blew across his face and Jack shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans.

"You want to know the weird thing about it?" Jack asked. "As close as I'll get to them, I think I like 'em better from here."

He looked back at Sam and raised his eyebrows dismissively. "Weird huh?"

Sam looked at him and shook her head. "I think I know what you mean."

They walked home to their two bedroom apartment above the appliance store. When they'd first arrived in 1969 they'd been very nearly broke. Their credit cards had been worthless and they'd been very nearly out in the street. Now they both had jobs but they didn't make much and since they didn't spend much time at home it only made sense to keep sharing the apartment and saving their money. It was kind of like living on base. Except it was smaller, there were a lot less people around, they had to do all their own cooking…

Sam took off her poncho and threw it beside Jack's jacket on the folding card table they'd picked up at a garage sale. There wasn't a lot of closet space in the apartment. Sam opened the refrigerator and looked inside.

"Let me guess" Jack stood behind her. "Egg sandwiches"

Sam shifted slightly so her hair fell to one side and her butterfly was in plain view. "We have a choice of eggs or peanut butter." She confirmed.

"How about eggs and peanut butter?" Jack said dryly.

"Do we have bread?" Sam asked, remembering she had no clue when she'd gone shopping last.

Jack checked the cupboard. "Two slices" He reported. "We're gonna starve to death"

Sam went back to the fridge, as if looking hard enough would make food appear out of nowhere.

"What the hell?" Jack exclaimed suddenly.

Sam jumped, then realized what the commotion was and tried not to smile. She had to act as it was no big deal. "What?" she asked him.

"You have a butterfly on your back" Jack was incredulous.

"So?" Sam asked blankly.

"So it a tattoo Sam."

"Yes" Sam said innocently.

Jack's eyes narrowed. "Just a minute" Jack circled her slowly, stopping behind her and studying her neck.

"What are you doing?" Sam asked as he pulled her hair to the side and placed his hand on the back of her neck.

"Gou'uld neck check." Jack stated seriously. "Making sure you're the same level-headed, cautious, logical, Sam Carter I used to know"

"Satisfied?" Sam asked.

"Not really…" he said studiously

Sam rolled her eyes. Now he was just being a smart-ass.

"Okay, show's over" Sam started to pull away.

Jack caught her shoulder. "Just a minute" He wasn't joking this time.

"What?"

"There's something weird…"

"Weird?"

"Just give me a second"

Sam waited anxiously.

"Oh Sa-a-am" She could hear him grinning.

"What?" She asked nervously.

"You have my name tattooed on your back"