Yes, I'm sorry, it's almost done :( This is the last installment of my "Devil" series. As you have read, Sammie has a) defeated Hansen, b) defeated the nightmare, andtttt c) gotten a decent night's sleep, so one thing remains… the little surprise I promised Aria!

Thank you EVERYONE for reading and reviewing. You're all awesome!

Aria? Enjoy… :)

(Set just after Cold Lazarus, a few days after the breakfast SG-1 shared at O'Neill's house)

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Captain Carter went home at 0200 and groaned. That was horrible. Simply horrible. A crystallized O'Neill double? "Sam" he'd called her. She knew there was something funny about him!

Besides, the real Jack O'Neill would've given her a smartass comment for not-so-subtly subtly telling him to get the hell out of the locker room.

She sighed and flopped down on the sofa.

A wife and kid. He was married? God!

Carter wasn't stupid. In fact, she was quite intelligent and was smart enough to know when she was getting, well, a…a "schoolgirl crush" on somebody. An "I'm interested but not really" deal. And she knew it could – and would if given the chance – grow, maybe to something distinctly more. At that moment when she'd asked about the pictures, if they were of his family, he'd said, "Yes…" like he was in a trance.

It'd surprised the life out of her, but she tried not to show it, and had made a fool of herself doing it. "I'm an Auntie, myself." God, she'd sounded…conceited, like her nephew and niece were worth more than his wife and son.

Then it turned out they were divorced and their son died…then she felt guilty. Lower than low. Ultra dirty.

Then when they walked out of the hospital room with Crystal-O'Neill, now a Crystal-Charlie, he had embraced her more tightly than she had ever seen.

"We were good together," Sara had said. "Weren't we."

O'Neill had hesitated. "We were the greatest," he said softly.

The greatest. Of course. Which made her feel foolish to have ever been remotely attracted to him.

Carter sighed again and closed her eyes. It was time to go to sleep, and if she didn't get moving now she'd fall asleep right there on the couch, fully dressed. And she really didn't want to do that.

It seemed to take an eternity to change and crawl under her covers…

As her eyes fluttered shut, she noticed her open window. Huh. She hadn't opened it…

Oh no. She shot up in bed. Not Hansen. He was dead! Dead!

She turned, her whole body frozen, to face the doorway, expecting to see his dark form and glinting eyes.

Instead, she saw Jack O'Neill. "Sam," he breathed, walking into the room, expression dizzy with ecstasy. In one sweeping movement, he swept her into his arms and kissed her.

Desire shot from her lips to her groin. She returned the kiss, passionately, and their tongues tangled for dominance. When he broke off the kiss, his lips trailed down her neck to her collarbone, and he took one of her hands and placed it on his groin; he was hard and ready and that made her squirm with pleasure and excitement. "Ohhhmmm…oh, Jack…Jack…" Then he lifted her t-shirt over her head, ever…so…slowly…

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Carter shot up in bed, stunned, her whole body tingling, hot and wet.

Oh shit…