Disclaimer: I don't own them. If I did, Jack and Sam would be happily married, with two kids, living in the forests around Mt Hood in Oregon.

Hope you're likeing it! I kind of abandoned the song in the first chapter. - Fu Fu

Chapter 3

She walked up the stairs, Journal in hand, and into her bedroom. She placed the book on top of the dresser, before she started packing.

As she was rummaging in her underwear drawer, she came upon her birth control pills. She held them in her hand, looking at them. Recently, Pete had been talking about kids. And just the other day he had got quit adamant about them. The first thing she had done, after blatantly telling him no, that she wasn't ready, she had hid them. It had seemed like the perfectly logical thing to do. But she didn't realize till later how much it proved that she didn't trust him.

She put the pills in her suitcase last, and then sipped it up. She had enough clothes to last her the weekend, considering it was a Friday.

She made another phone call, making sure she could catch a hop from here to DC, and then called the base. Telling them not to disturb her till Tuesday at the earliest unless it was the extremist of emergencies. But she would have her cell phone incase of such emergencies. Then she wrote a note, and left it on the counter, before walking out the door. Finally giving up the life she never wanted, and going for the one she'd always had.

Pete arrived to an empty, dark home. He walked into the kitchen, hoping he'd find a note that said she'd meet him at the restaurant, because she had been called into work. But what he found was much worst,

Pete, I had to go somewhere. I'll be back by Monday night. I'm really sorry. - Sam

He flipped it over, looking for the rest of the message, but there was nothing there. No explanation of where she had to go, nothing.

He sighed, before pulling out his cell phone. He dialed her number.

Jack walked into the mentioned cafe, to see the blonde from his dreams, the blonde he hadn't seen for two years, sitting at a table. She looked up suddenly, and smiled at him. That one hundred watt smile that he'd missed terribly. No one in the world could make his heart stop beating with a single smile like this wonderful creature could. And they were finally moving on, up, ahead, whatever you wanna call it. She was here, and not with him. That meant everything right now.

He walked up to her, with the characteristic O'Neall grin in place. "Carter, fancy seeing you here."

She just smiled. He sat down, as the waitress came over. "Is this old coot bothering you ma'am?" She asked, with a distinct southern accent, she smiled at Jack as if she knew him.

Sam smiled shyly, "I don't think so. But I'm sure this old coot would like a coffee." She replied.

"Don't worry Jack, I know how you like it." She said, as she walked away.

"Thanks Nance!" Jack yelled after her, she just waved behind her back.

Sam looked at him skeptically. "Come here often?"

"I do work right across the street Sam." He replied.

She smiled. "So, how've you been?"

He looked at her seriously for the first time since he'd sat down. "I've been better. How bout you?"

She frowned. "I made a mistake Jack, I just want to fix it."

"Maybe it's not that easy."

"I'm sorry alright!" She said irritably. Before sighing. "I only did it because I thought I couldn't have you. And technically, I couldn't."

Jack stared at her. "You know, I think I finally have the one time when you didn't understand something I said, instead of the other way around."

Sam looked at him, perplexed. "I offered to retire, very subtlety, but I did."

"When?" She exclaimed.

He smirked. "You asked me 'if things were different' And I said, 'I wouldn't be here now'. The only thing that ever stopped me from retiring was because I didn't know what you wanted."

She stared at him, in utter disbelief. Then her cell phone rang.

You see, Sam had programmed her cell phone very specially. Instead of just saying who was calling on the screen, it said the name instead of a ring.

"Pete is calling, Pete is calling,"

Jack cringed. As Sam quickly pulled out her cell phone, and put it on silence. "I guess you got the note," She muttered. But Jack heard her.

"Note? You left him a note?" He exclaimed.

She looked at him. "It didn't say much. Just that I'd be back Monday, and I was sorry."

"You'll be back Monday?"

"I have to work there Jack, and I want to tell him to his face. No matter what happens between me and you, me and him are over. I can't go on living with him, I'll just grow to resent him even more."

"You resent him?" He asked softly.

She looked down at her coffee, as Nancy came and dropped off Jacks. After she left, she nodded. "I can't stay with him anymore. It was suffocating me."

Jack nodded, and took a sip of his coffee. "Sam, if this is what you really want, then I'm willing to try to make this work. Because god knows how much..." He trailed off, and then caught her eye. "I need to know, that this isn't gonna just be a fling. This is the real deal, right?"

She looked at him, before leaning over the table, and kissing him full on the lips, for the first time under her own will. She gave him the best kiss she could, hoping she could knock his socks off. When she finally leaned back, she was aware of the wolf whistles coming from the surrounding people.

Jack kind of looked off into space for a minute. Before clearing his voice, "I didn't quite catch that could you repeat it?"

She giggled. "Maybe later."

He grinned. "Anyways, I think that clears up all my questions. How bout yours?"

she smiled at him. "Promise me you'll never leave me, that you'll help me through my divorce, and always tell me what's on your mind. If not, this will never work. I need you now more then ever."

Jack smiled. "I think I can handle that." He replied. His cell phone all of a sudden started ringing. He pulled it out of his pocket. "Daniel," He said, looking at the caller ID.

"Answer it, it could be important." Sam said.

"O'Neall." He said, flipping it open, and putting it to his ear.

"Jack?"

"What's up Danny?"

The man on the other side of the phone sighed. "Is Sam with you, I need to talk to her."

"Yeah, just a sec." He handed her the phone.

"Daniel? What is it?"

"It's Pete. He just called me looking for you, you apparently left him a note, saying you had to go, you'd be back Monday, and you were sorry. He's not happy Sam."

She sighed. "I knew he wouldn't be."

"Sam, you need to call him."

"No, I don't."

"Yes you do,"

"I'll call him when I'm ready to!" She snapped.

There was silence. "I don't know what you're doing Sam, but I have a good idea. And I am happy for the two of you, but please, call Pete."

Sam tried to control herself. "Daniel. My husband does not control me. I don't have to call him if I don't want to. If you think he should be contacted, go ahead and call him, tell him you know that I'm alright, and I just needed some thinking time. But from now on, don't contact me again this weekend. Thanks Daniel, I'll give you back to Jack."

And she handed him the phone. "Did you really have to do that? Now she's all pissed, and I'm in her direct line of site."

"He's her husband Jack, he deserves to know where she is."

Those words were like a kick in the gut. He finally got to see her, they finaly were on the same page, and Daniel has to bring this stuff up again.

"Good-bye Daniel." He said icily, before hanging up, and switching his phone to silent. "Do you wanna go back to my place? Have a drink?"

She smiled. "I'd love to."

But as she got up, she felt a pang of guilt. She knew, just as well as he did, what would happen if they went to his apartment. She'd be cheating on her husband. She may not love him like she loved Jack, but he still deserved her loyalty.

But as she watched Jack stand up too, he had a small smile on his face. And she understood, there was no going back now. And she didn't want to go back. If this didn't happen now, it probably never would.

The second they reached his apartment, and the door had closed behind him, she grabbed him, turned him around, and slammed him up against the door. Kissing him fiercely.

After that, he seemed to take control. Over her years of working with him, she had imagined many different scenarios. In most she had predicted him to be the strong, but sweet lover. At least, that's what she had hoped.

And She got all that and much, much more.

Hope you're liking it so far! Review please! - Fu Fu