Title: Stuck on P5Z 531 Part 8

Disclaimer: I don't own them and I never will.

A/N: Wow I never thought that so many people would like this story. It started out as a boredom solver during on of my spares at school. I'm so happy that people are enjoying this. Thank you all for the reviews.

Just a note, I'm not sure if this is confusing you or not but if the word is in the "double thingys" it means that it dialogue. If there is only 'one thingy' it means that the character is thinking.

And another note. About the ration packs. The ones that I am referring to are the ones that the Canadian Forces use. I've had to eat them with Cadets, personally I don't like them but I don't know if they are the same ones that the U.S.A.F uses or not, but thats what I'm talking about.

Sam awoke the next morning to find that her and jack had shifted sleeping positions. Instead of the way that they had fallen asleep, with Sam snuggled into Jack's side, Sam awoke to find Jack snugged tight against her back with her head on one of his arms and the other draped over her. Sam was content to just lay there in Jack's arms forever, but then she realized that they were still stuck on this planet. She glanced down at her watch. She saw that they only had an hour and a half till General Hammond checked in. Sam was pulled out of her thoughts by Jacks arm tightening around her.

"Morning." He said in to her ear.

A shiver ran down her spine when he spoke. The shiver wasn't from the cold, but from his voice. It was low, almost a whisper, and husky from sleep. Jack must have though that her shiver was from the cold because he pulled he even closer to him, if that was even possible.

"Actually, it's afternoon, sir."She felt him shrug his scolders.

"Whatever." He said, snuggling his head in to her neck. Somehow his nose had made it under the collar of her jacket and she could feel his breath hot on her neck.

After several minutes she asked, "Hows your leg, sir?" Then she felt him slowly straighten his legs and lift the arm that was draped across her waist. 'No Jack, what are you doing?' she thought as he did this. 'Wait a minute, since when did I start thinking of the Colonel as...' her thoughts were interrupted by a hand on her shoulder gently rolling her over on to her back. Then a hand on her other shoulder pulling her up. Now she was facing Jack.

"It's better." He replied quietly

"Good." She answered. The arm that wasn't under head was draped over her waist again and he pulled her closer. 'Oh God." she thought 'Damn reg's.'

"How did you sleep?"

"Fine. Sir. How about you?" She answered. 'Just fine.' ran through her mind followed by, 'I slept amazingly in your arm's Jack.'

"Same here. It wasn't long enough though." He replied. 'Liar. I slept GREAT with her in my arms. I just wish that I could do it more often. WOAH! Full stop Jack. We SO CANNOT go there!'

"Good," She said again. "General Hammond should be checking in with us in..." Sam lifted her are to check her watch, she was about to out it back down again when it came in contact with his chest and it kinda just stayed there. "45 minutes." She finished in a whisper. Jack nodded and pulled her closer. When she looked back up from her watch their eyes locked.

They just lay there, staring into each other's eyes for who knows how long till Sam whispered, "Are you hungry or something, cuz Janet would kill me if you didn't eat enough. She didn't want to get up, but she knew that if she didn't she would most likely end up doing something that the Air Force said was wrong.

"Yeah, sounds good." He said quietly. Jack didn't want to let her go, but he knew that if she stayed, he would not be able to resist the urge to kiss her. 'Fer cryin' out loud she's my 2IC.' he scolded himself. So reluctantly he let her go.

Sam got up and put a bowl of water on to boil, then, went over to the pile of ration packs. 'Hmmm... let's see what we have' Deciding on a Omelet for Jack and Steak and mashed potatoes for herself.

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