AN: WARNING- SHAMELESS FLUFF ALERT. IN DANGER OF CLICHE. oh and i forget to disclaim stuff-i accept no money for writing these-but if anyone wants to send me a caramel macchiato and a jelly donut, i'll gladly accept.

ch3.

It carried on like that for weeks. Filming them when they had lunch together. Filming if the Colonel took Carter some cake from the commissary when she was working too hard, or if Carter took him coffee when he had to do mission reports.

He missed out the parts where they occasionally did the same thing for Daniel and Teal'c.

One time, when they were getting their weapons from the armoury, as well as Teal'c's staff and Daniel's hand gun, Bregman actually locked them in, and then filmed them inside the cupboard, saying how their love could "no longer be restrained by the bounds of professionalism".

But of course, being in an armoury, they shot their way out pretty quickly. And Bregman squeaked a lot about how sorry he was. But then again he was pinned against a wall by Colonel Memo, whilst Major Science tried to convince him that killing a man in cold blood wasn't a good idea...but if he wanted she'd help dispose of the body.

By the end of two months, Bregman finally quit it. He said he was finished trying to get them to confess their undying love for each other, and that he hoped they'd be very happy being a science-fanatic spinster, and a memo-obsessed bachelor for the rest of their lives.

"I was only trying to help you, you know. I mean yeah, it would have made a great story, but I just thought two people who have saved the world from an eternity in darkness deserve to have some light in their lives, you know?"

Sam softened slightly at that, and even O'Neill didn't want to punch him as much as usual.

"How did you get onto an idea like that any way? You were here to document procedures at the SGC, not about specific people and their emotional wellbeing, or whatever it was you were trying to do." Sam said, making sure to deny the allegation once again.

"Well, it was strange really. Doctor Fraiser and I were having lunch, and discussing various mission reports, and how tight a bond all of you have. She was listing examples of all the times she had to shoo you out of the infirmary when one of you was dying. Or possessed by an alien entity, or ascending or recovering from a bullet wound, or poisoned by radiation sickness, or an ancient incurable disease, or recovering from being endlessly tortured-"

"ANYWAY..." Jack said loudly.

"So she just mentioned how close all of you were, and I wondered if tension in military teams still existed because there was a woman on the team. After all, you hear such horror stories of women officers having to prove their worth. And after reading the first mission report I picked up on what seemed to be tension between you too."

Sam and Jack looked at each other guiltily. It hadn't been a great start, although she did wonder about ever having that arm wrestle.

"And then Doctor Fraiser mentioned that one of the Majors at the time had called it "enthusiasm." and had written in his report that flirting between officers should prevent them from being on the same team. So I followed it up with questions, and generally made Major Carter feel as cornered as possible in order to elicit a response."

"I'm going to kill Janet!"

"Saving lives is what she does Major, she was just trying to save both of yours." Bregman shrugged.

"Anyway, I'm going, I have what may be described as a date with a certain petite doctor. I wanted to say I'm sorry, and I hope both you and the General can forgive me."

He handed over a tape, "I made this after I collected all the evidence, I put everything I got in the end result, and this is the only copy, so you can destroy it. Good luck with saving the world again."

Bregman waved goodbye, and walked off with a spring in his step. Jack looked at the videotape in Carter's hand. They looked at each other.

"We couldn't." She said.

"Could we?" He asked.

"Rec room?"

"Now?"

"No mission reports?"

"No experiments?"

"No."

"No."

It was five minutes later, after hurrying to the Rec room with the television and bolting the door, that the Major and Colonel started to watch all they had been put through by Bregman over the last two months.

As well as a lot of things they didn't know had happened. Things they didn't even notice they did, and wouldn't have thought odd at all had been filmed, and now had Bregman's offending nasal whine giving explanations.

"I'd say put it on mute, but I guess we need to know what he says."

Simple things became moments of passion, apparently. Walking together to the elevator at the end of the day became something which apparently represented "the walk the girl to the door and kiss goodnight clich that they could never have."

The coffee became representational of the gifts they could never give each other and the jokes the only thing they could share on base without lying to their hearts.

"What a crock."

"Well..."

"Well what? Are you telling me that when I get you coffee out of concern for you working too hard, I actually think I'm giving you a dozen roses at the beginning of a date?"

"No. All I'm saying is maybe Bregman was on to something. The coffee is just coffee, but maybe they're just little things we do automatically to subconsciously show each other we care."

He thought about that for a moment. "Well if neither of us cared we'd probably both have died...more than usual, by now."

They sat in silence, watching more of their eye contact being analysed. Sam didn't explain what she had been thinking during some of those times, because they may have proved Bregman right. Jack got uncomfortable when the camera zoomed in on him smiling one time. That smile was for his Major's eyes only, and he didn't want it analysed to death.

Then something came on screen that made them both screech in shock. Daniel Jackson, smiling brightly.

"No their relationship has never affected anyone else. It doesn't change how we act in a team, and they're always really professional at work. So what if they love each other? It's not as if it's a secret, everyone on base knows, they just respect they're privacy."

Then, to make matters worse, there were a few more minutes of asking different people what they thought of the Colonel and Major's relationship.

"Yeah, they make a great couple, balance each other perfectly."

"I have complete faith in them, together and apart."

"So what about the regs? Every team on base would be proud to serve with Major Carter and Colonel O'Neill. They're two of the best officers on this base."

"I couldn't be more happy for them."

Then they heard Bregman say, "Have they ever announced their relationship, or let it run into they're work relationship?"

"No, but they don't need to say it, it's obvious."

"Both O'Neill and Major Carter are my friends, and they are warriors. They do not speak of their emotions because it is not the way of the warrior. I wish them many happy years of working side by side to defeat the Goa'uld. I have witnessed both their emotions when one has been away from the other. I comforted Major Carter when she despaired as O'Neill was lost to us, and I saw the effect Major Carter's disappearance had on O'Neill. They are able warriors, but they could not bear to lose each other. A warrior is always stronger in battle when another is by their side. It is the Jaffa way, and neither could find a more suitable partner."

And then a very familiar voice came on, answering Bregman's question.

"I have known Sam and Jack for many years. I've seen them win battles, and they will still wait until the war is over to seek their own happiness. I've seen them lose their friends, themselves, each other sometimes, but they never lost that hope, that sense of loyalty to the SGC. And to Earth. And I think the reason for that is the strength they get from each other.

"Which is why I am officially saying that whether or not they are pursuing a relationship, they are not breaking any rules. The people who made those rules have not been living, working and dying with their team mates on alien planets for the last seven years. And so, what I am saying is that if they are involved, I wish them all the happiness in the world. And if they aren't...Why the hell not? Apparently everyone on base knows anyway!"

With that the General smiled, and then the tape clicked off. The Major and Colonel smiled at each other.

It was the beginning.

And somewhere, about fifteen levels up, a certain Mr Bregman, Doctor Frasier, Daniel Jackson and Teal'c, watched at the end of a video camera and cheered in success for a plan that had finally achieved the happiness of their friends.

The end.

AN: I realise that was shameless fluff, ship, whatever. i tried not to be too...you know, but hey, the idea just kept bouncing around! If i need to be for feedback, you dont know me at all...boohoo