A/N: Yes, this chapter is short, but I thought I'd be nice and give it to you now then making you all wait until the weekend to get it. Aren't I nice?

To clear her mind, Sam got her coat and went out onto Jack's roof, to look at the stars. It was an amazingly clear night, just perfect for stargazing despite the cold. It wasn't the bad type of cold that got into your bones and clung. No, it was the type of cold that attacked your nose and ears, and other extremities (especially if your gloves were faulty) but left the rest of you relatively lukewarm.

Sam's mind drifted from her non-relationship with Jack, to her work at the SGC, to her father. The tears returned to her eyes as she thought of her dad. She had just gotten to actually know him and have a relationship with him when he was taken from her again. Life could just be so cruel sometimes. Sam silently thanked Selmak, even now, for giving her that relationship and those extra years with her father that she wouldn't have had otherwise.

"Come here often?" a voice said from behind her, making her jump. She needn't have worried, though, the startler was Jack.

She smiled, her thoughts preoccupied with something he had said earlier. "Hi. How'd you know I was up here?"

Jack shrugged, burying his hands deeper into the pockets of his jacket. "I heard you leave and figured this is where you'd be." He smirked slightly; "We tend to gravitate towards it when we're thinking."

Sam smiled, this time it reached her eyes, "Yeah. You know what I was thinking about?"

"How sexy I am with a P-90?"

She giggled softly, "No, actually. You look foreboding with your P-90. You look sexy in your BDUs." Jack's cheeks already rosy with the cold went a few shades darker, "No, I was thinking about whether I should give you your early Hanukkah gift."

"You should."

With that she leaned in and kissed him full on the mouth with passion and love. His response was to kiss her back with the same forces after getting over his initial shock. The kiss lasted a few, long minutes, only ending when air became a major problem for the couple.

"Happy Hanukkah, Jack."

"It's not Hanukkah yet, my darling. Although, that has got to be the best present I've ever gotten for Hanukkah," he said, kissing her again.

She smiled impishly, "Just wait until you get to open that envelope."

"I can open it tomorrow night?" he asked excitedly.

The grin on Jack's face was contagious and soon both of them were standing there grinning like idiots.

"Only if you're very good."

Jack got an evil glint in his eyes as he whispered seductively, "Define 'good'."

"Don't let anyone catch you trying to make out with me."

"Damn."

Lydia smiled as she heard the sliding back door open and close about half an hour later. She had been right; both of her sisters-in-law had been fast asleep when the redhead had returned from her conversation with Sam.

Before letting sleep overtake her, Lydia prayed silently to the Lord on High that he would help Jack and Sam find their true happiness and have a Hanukkah miracle of their own.

A/N: Well? Lydia is a Yenta...and a better Yenta than Tris, her daughters or Luke I'm tellin' you now! (Allthough they all do have their moments of 'nudging'...)