As the jaffa had taken his watch when they captured Jack, thinking it a weapon, he had no idea how long he had been waiting already. He had sat against the end of the sarcophagus what seemed like ages ago and hadn't moved since.

They're gonna make it out okay, right?

I believe they will.

How long have we been here?

I would say nearly an hour. I suppose you were right Jack.

About what?

About the mission. I take no pleasure in saying it, but I believe we are going to die here.

Yeah.

Then perhaps you should stop being so obstinate.

Obstinate? Who's being obstinate?

Jack, you know exactly what I'm talking about. We are blended, as one; you know all that I know now. I am referring to Sam.

You mean Major Carter.

Major Carter and Sam, though in the same body, can never be the same person anymore than you and I can.

I don't follow.

The same person for you, Jack. You cannot pretend to me. Your stony exterior is not my concern, only the part I share with you, your heart and your mind, and both tell me that you love Sam. The fact that Sam is Major Carter is the only thing stopping you from telling her that.

So what? We're gonna die, it's not like I can call General Hammond up right now and retire.

Yes, Jack, we are going to die. What will it matter if you tell her?

What will it matter if I don't? But the conversation stopped there. Jack flew to his feet and dove behind the sarcophagus, escaping the staff blast by a hair's breadth. It flared past his head and hit the wall.

"Tok'ra kree!" A jaffa called to him. "Surrender now and your life will be spared!" Jack thought for a moment; if he surrendered, it would make the jaffa leave, maybe giving Sam the time she needed to get out.

We cannot, Anubis would use his technology to extract knowledge from us that could effectively destroy both our peoples.

I know. Are you ready? Jack asked. Kanan nodded somewhere inside him and they jumped out from behind the sarcophagus, guns blazing. An amazingly short battle though it was, Jack had run out of ammo before killing the last jaffa.

"Let us end this honorably!" the jaffa yelled, throwing down his staff. Jack did the same with his P-91 and they flew at each other. Jack expected the jaffa to take him down quickly as Teal'c had done so many times before, but he soon discovered the reason Jacob loved being Tok'ra.

He was as strong as, if not stronger, than his foe and the two fought, hand to hand, until both were bleeding in several places. When it looked like Jack was going to win, he had the jaffa pinned to the floor by his throat, he was kicked hard in the stomach, throwing him backwards. The wind was knocked out of him, and before he could rise, the jaffa had pulled out a zat and aimed it at his chest.

"Now you die Tok'ra scum-" But a staff weapon had been fired from behind Jack, the blast sending the jaffa flying backwards.

"Not if I have anything to do with it." Sam said; she was standing on the sarcophagus with a staff weapon in hand. She swayed a little and had to step down. Jack ran over to help her and when her feet hit the floor, he flung his arms around her and kissed her long and full on the lips. Sam was too happy to care. The tough Air Force Major hadn't woken up from her slumber in the sarcophagus and the loving Samantha Carter took over, throwing her arms on Jack and returning the kiss.

"I love you." He said, refusing to let go of her. Jack knew now why Kanan had emphasized that they were going to die. Nothing inside him would let him die without telling Sam the truth.

"I know." She stroked his face and a tear fell down her own. "I love you."

"I know." Jack repeated. He looked at her watch, which hadn't been removed. "Five minutes."

"There wouldn't be time to get us out of here by the rings." Sam said. Jack nodded and looked over her shoulder. He glared evilly for a moment and then clapped a hand to his forehead.

"Kanan I'm gonna kill you!" Only his Tok'ra symbiote could have stopped him from noticing. Sam turned around to see what had angered him. Behind them lay, as Jack would call it, a shiny new death glider. Jack let go of his fury for a moment and the two ran towards the ship with only minutes to spare, if minutes would even be enough.