A/N: Just for the record this story has not been, nor will it be, abandoned. The chapters may be a while in coming but don't worry, I plan to have lots of fun with it yet :)

Oh, and with the time gap between posting you might want to review Ch. 5 briefly so this story makes sense.

Sam felt a moment of panic, then sighed. "Okay, good one. You got me." she admitted.

Jack raised his eyebrows.

"You were joking?" the panic crept back into her voice.

Jack looked at her levelly.

"You're not joking?" she was full of dread.

"Nope" Jack smirked unashamedly.

"I can't believe this" Sam squeaked. "She said 'one butterfly'"

"Well, that's what you get for turning your back on Kelly." Jack punned, grinning.

"I can't believe she did that!" Sam whined.

"Hey it was an honest mistake." Jack opened a beer and, when Sam took it from him, opened a second one. "They do know we're living together."

"But I told her…" Sam objected.

"Sam, nobody believed that 'We're just splitting the rent' line even when it was new. And believe me, by 1970, it wasn't new anymore."

"Then why'd you tell me to tell people that?" Sam hadn't really thought people believed their story, but she was finding Jack's I-grew-up-at-the-time-and-I-know-everything attitude a little annoying. Or maybe it was just his smugness over her having his name on he back… She decided it was probably both.

"You tell people that and they know you don't want it advertised. It's like asking them not to tell anyone, except it's more effective."

Sam shook her head.

"What?" Jack asked, puzzled.

"Never mind"

"Don't 'never mind' me Sam Carter" Jack warned.

"Oh don't use that Sir tone of voice with me. It doesn't work anymore" Sam countered.

"Hey, I'm still your commanding officer."

"And I can resign any time I want" Sam said stubbornly.

"And I can refuse to accept your resignation" Jack's eyes twinkled.

"On what grounds?" Sam feigned offense.

"Well, if I needed a reason, which I don't. There's the fact that this is a highly sensitive situation and you're vastly superior brain is needed to solve it." Jack said

"Vastly superior?" Sam raised her eyebrows.

"You know, compared to most peoples." Jack covered.

"But not to yours" Sam fought to suppress a smile.

"Well, we all have our gifts" Jack said smugly.

"That's true" Sam nodded with faux seriousness. "I can't imagine how we could have gotten this far without your talent for hotwiring." Sam said sarcastically.

"Yeah, well, your unrivalled brilliance hasn't stopped you from making some pretty ordinary mistakes." Jack pointed out.

"Like what?" Sam was scandalized.

"Like…oh I don't know…" Jack looked up at the ceiling as if deep in thought, then looked back at her as if he'd just thought of something. "How about that snappy little tattoo on your back?"

Sam closed her eyes and clenched her teeth. She was never going to live this down. "I'm going to kill her"

"Aww c'mon it's a stick-on right?" Jack asked.

Sam nodded.

"Then it'll come off." Jack consoled sincerely, before adding. "Eventually"

"You're enjoying this." Sam accused.

Jack just smiled. "Well it's not every day a beautiful woman tattoo's my name on her back."