A/N: Okay, I haven't been much for note's this series but I felt I should respond to a couple reviews. First thanks you everyone for reading and reviewing, and for staying interested despite the long periods between updates. I'm posting them as soon as I have them but sometimes it takes a while for me to know what happens next for both couple's.

-BookWorm37: About your reveiw for chapter 37. You're right that Sam's not living this down. But I never said they were getting back to thier own time period...evil grin No really, they're four very smart people but I don't see them showing any signs of any of finding a way back...

-sophiedb: I'm looking forward to the two couple'smeeting up too :)The only question is when and where...

-Qinndolynn: I think Jack is avoiding his '70 self. Whether it's because he doesn't want to meet him, doesn't want Sam to meet him, or has watched Back to the Future too many times I'm unsure. But as they're in New Mexico and rather broke, and young Jackis most likelyin Minnesota.I think they're chances of meeting were that never great. Now, I'd say they're pretty much non-existant.

"This is great" Sam said, from her seat beside Jack on the top rail of the fence outside the A&W root beer stand.

"Mmm-hmmm." Jack agreed enthusiastically, as he savored his hamburger. "Have to ask Dad to let us borrow the car more often."

Sam covered her mouth, narrowly avoiding spewing root beer all over herself.

"Well, now I know why Matt wouldn't let us eat in the car." Jack quipped. The A&W was twelve miles from home and Matt had loaned them his wheels on the condition they not eat inside or do absolutely anything that could compromise the car, paint job, upholstery etc; which was why they were sitting on a rail outside the drive-in instead of in their car like everybody else.

"Hey you're the one who made me laugh." Sam put the blame where she felt it was due.

Jack just shrugged and Sam tried for another swallow.

"Anyway I had no idea Mt. Samantha was active." Jack excused.

Sam almost choked.

"Easy there" he patted her lightly on the back with mock concern.

"You did that on purpose." Sam accused, her eyes watering.

"It wasn't that funny." Jack defended himself.

"It wasn't the joke, it was the way you said it. Anyway you should be more careful. It's not like we can afford another pitcher."

"Someday" Jack promised, gesturing grandly at the world in general. "We'll have the world at our feet."

"Well some shoes on my feet would make me happy." Sam looked down at her toes. The night was getting chilly and her feet were starting to turn blue.

"You cold?" Jack asked her, noticing the slight purple tint.

Sam shook her head. "I'm fine."

They ate silently for few minutes, lost in their own thoughts until Sam looked up from her French fries and saw Jack grinning to himself.

"What?" She asked suspiciously. He had that look in his eyes again.

"Nothing" Jack flashed a quick smirk and leaned over to pick his root beer mug up off the ground.

Sam rolled her eyes. "You don't really expect me to take that for an answer do you?"

"It's nothing." Jack insisted, making his face blank but the smirk still threatening the corner of his mouth.

"C'mon" Sam cajoled.

"All right" Jack conceded. "I was just picturing the look on General Hammond's face if he saw that thing on your back." He tapped her lightly over her tattoo to illustrate his point.

"Jack!" Sam threw a French fry at him in protest.

"Hey" Jack picked it up off the ground where it had landed and popped it into his mouth. "Don't waste good food. And you asked."

"Yeah well, I'll make a deal with you." Sam said finishing off her fries. "I'll tell him about the tattoo, if you explain to him about sharing the apartment."

"Deal" Jack said confidently.

Sam smiled, wide-eyed. "Can you see the look on his face? Of course he has complete faith in us." She added quickly. "But still…What are you going to tell him?"

Jack was amused. The paragon of USAF perfection, Major Samantha Carter was actually grinning at the idea of embarrassing General Hammond. It wasn't something you saw every day. "I'm going to tell him the truth." Jack said boldly. "That we didn't have any money, so I uh, found an inexpensive little apartment and moved in, while you…decided to become a nun."

Sam laughed. "A nun?" she repeated amused.

"Right" Jack continued. "Joined one of those closed convents where they don't let anyone in or out, and you're not allowed to see men, or speak to them…"

"And how are we going to explain to him that two of his officers were out of contact with the SGC for over a year and didn't speak to each other?" Sam challenged.

"Passing messages through cracks in the wall?" Jack proposed.

Sam raised her eyebrows.

"Notes folded into paper airplanes?"

Sam couldn't help wondering if the fact that they're conversations about home were growing increasingly ridiculous meant they'd finally accepted the possibility of not going back.

"Carrier pigeons?"

Sam laughed in spite of herself and slid off the rail. "C'mon Jack, let's go home."

Jack stood and drained his root beer. "Okay. But I'm driving."