"Samantha...I'm a figment of your imagination. You're going to call me 'sir'?"-Jack O'Neill

"I will always be there for you, no matter what. Believe me."-Jack O'Neill

Sam was dozing on the couch, hoping to eradicate the hallucinations with some more rest. However, she was awoken by "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star." Her eyes fluttered open, and Grace stood before her.

"Hi." She said, blowing some bubbles toward her.

"What are you doing here?" Sam asked.

"Play with me!"

Sam smiled. "Okay."

She brought the wand toward Sam, who blew into the wand, releasing a few previously captive bubbles. "About the last time I saw you..." Sam began, watching the little girl more than she was watching the bubbles.

"What about it?" She asked.

"I just wanted to say thank you."

"For what, Carter?" Jack asked.

She stiffened as Grace disappeared. "Nothing, sir."

"You've been thanking me for nothing a lot recently...what's wrong?" He asked.

She turned. "Nothing."

There was an awkward silence, and Jack cleared his throat. "Is this a bad time? I mean, you didn't answer when I knocked..." He closed the door. "And since you had that head injury, I got...worried."

She smiled and motioned for him to come in. "Thank you, sir. No, this isn't a bad time. I'm just thinking."

Jack walked in. "Well, Carter...you, uh, got me to do some thinking...which as you know, isn't something I do a whole lot of..."

"What about?" She asked, absent-mindedly.

"What about?" He asked, his eyebrows shooting right up. "Carter, are you sure you're all right?"

She looked at him, and she suddenly remembered the letter. "Oh, you got...the letter."

"Yeah."

"So...you're here to do what?" She asked, sitting up taller.

"Actually, I'm here to...talk...to you." He said. "Mind if I have a seat?"

She shrugged. "You might as well."

"Okay...first of all, your...subconscious mind has it right." He began.

"Has what right?" She asked, still distracted.

"That I'm a safe...Carter, what's wrong?"

She took a deep breath. "You didn't see that little girl?"

"What little girl? The one from the letter?"

"Yes...the one that I was talking to right when you..." She looked into his confused face and smiled. "It's probably nothing."

"You're starting to worry me."

"I just didn't sleep very well last night...anticipation."

Jack took a deep breath while looking around the room, a sign of his nervousness. "Well, Carter, I'm here to ask you if you want to watch a hockey game with me at my place, pizza and drinks included."

"Hockey?"

"Yeah...as in a...date...sort of." He finished.

She blanched. "A date? Sir, are you asking me out?"

"Yeah." He said, uncomfortably. "And let's get rid of the 'sir.' I'm not your commanding officer anymore, and this is already weird enough."

"Okay...sure." She answered.

"Sure?" He asked.

"Si- Jack, I told you in the letter that if the regs were just an excuse, that I was waiting." She replied.

"Right." He said with a big grin of relief.

"So, it's just going to be you and me? No Daniel or Teal'c?" She asked.

"Just you and me, Carter."

She smiled. "I like that."

"Twinkle, twinkle little star/How I wonder what you are."

Jack turned around. "Who was that?"

Sam smiled. "Oh, it was just Grace."

"Grace, huh?"

"Yeah...she was the little girl."

"So that's what you meant about not wanting Grace to be an unattainable dream anymore." He said, watching her.

She blushed. "Actually, I have no idea who she is...but she gave me a clue, and I just have to unravel the mystery."

"What did she say?"

"'I don't want anything...but you do.'" She quoted softly, looking down at the floor.

Jack smiled. "So do I."

Sam looked back up at him, to the tender look in his eyes as he gazed at her. "You do?"

"Yeah, but right now, I'm all for baby steps."

She smiled. "So am I."

"So, you won't mind if I do this, then, will you?" He asked as he moved from the armchair and sat next to her on the couch.

Her heart started pounding. "We could do some fast baby steps." She agreed.

"Then I could do this?" He said, reaching his hand to her face, and caressed it softly. She closed her eyes.

"I certainly wouldn't mind." She murmured.

"Or this?" He asked as he placed his lips over hers in a tender kiss.

They parted after a few moments, and she shook her head. "Of course not. In fact, do it again." He obliged quickly, but as he did so, they were both able to hear a small voice sing: "Twinkle, twinkle little star..."