Winter's Lullaby

Chapter 4

by Dani

A/N: Well I just want to thank you guys who reviewed. 1: The people who like this story a lot, and 2: The constructive criticism. I am a little offended on what one of the reviewers said, by my being too young to write. You know what? That made me feel like crap because I love writing and I don't give a damn what you think. So if you don't like the story, DON'T READ IT. I spent a long time thinking of this story's plot. And to tell me someone else should write it... just don't review ever again.

Well, this author's note is sufficiently long, so I'd better start the story. Sorry to keep you waiting.

P.S. Birthday is in four days!

Sam and Jack drove home in silence. The shady trees rushed by. The grass was withered from being stepped on all day. Sam sighed and looked through the sunroof. The full moon shone down on her, and she smiled. She looked at Jack, but he was staring down the long road. He had one hand on the armrest. She took it. Jack didn't flinch or pull away. Once they reached the stoplight, Jack let go of her hand and then pulled her forward. He kissed her, and for the rest of the drive, Sam's head was on Jack's shoulder.

At 10:51 they reached Sam's house. Jack got out of the car and opened Sam's door. Her expected her to get out, but she was fast asleep. Jack muttered under his breath. He went into her handbag and found the keys to her apartment. Then he realized, 'Wait, apartment? Oh crap. What's her apartment number?' Jack cursed under his breath, until he heard;

"Apartment ffffoouuur beeee..." Sam fell asleep again. 'Well, that certainly works.' Jack thought. He picked her up and went into the building. He searched for the elevator, and punched four. Once they reached Sam's apartment, Jack had a hassle with the keys. He thought, 'Okay, 5 keys, one Sam. I can't put Sam on the floor…' He decided just to struggle. He was extremely annoyed when he found the last key he picked was the house key. He turned the key into the lock, and stepped into the condo. He stared and the bland wallpaper. It was flowery and was cracked.

Jack (after about 10 minutes) finally managed to get Sam into the bed. He also left her a note that said,

"Thanks for coming to dinner. I know it wasn't a big deal, but I'm sorry I sucked you into this whole mess.

xoxo Jack"

Sam woke up the next morning to find her clothes still on, and a note beside her bed. She read it, and smiled. And then frowned. Did she still have her contacts on? She ran to the bathroom and took them out. Her optometrist had told her not to sleep with contacts in. She shut her contact case in her opening mirror. She went to her room and over to the dresser. She picked out a denim miniskirt and a dark green tube top. She looked at her alarm clock. It was 8:41. 'Ah, much better than… wait. I have work! She ran the eight blocks to the lab.

"Sorry I'm late!" She said, panting to her boss.

"Late for…? Samantha, it's Monday. You don't have work. Remember?" The chair spun around and there he was, Jack O'Neill. The same man from Starbucks.

"Wait, how do you know I don't have work today?" Sam asked in astonishment.

"I know people."

He motioned for her to come over to the chair. She walked suspiciously. He pulled her down onto his lap. "Did you get my note?" He asked. "Yes," Sam answered, "But really you don't need to apologize fo—" She was interrupted by kissing. She melted into his arms, just letting the kiss continue. She rested her hands on his back, and after some for kissing, they fell off the chair. They continued kissing anyway. He pushed her against the wall. And then stopped. Sam looked at him sadly.

Well, I tried to make this chapter long-ish. So, I hope you enjoyed it.