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.

OK, so it's a bit longer then three chaps. Don't care! It's still all going up tonight! - Fu Fu

Chapter 4

The next morning, she woke up with a pair of arms wrapped around her stomach. And a pair of lips on the back of her neck. And she was proud to say, that they were the lips, and the arms of the man in her dreams.

"Hey," He said softly.

"Hey," she said, rolling over to look him in the face. She kissed him softly. "Good morning."

He smiled sincerely. "You bet it is."

She smiled, before groaning, and stretching her arms up above her head. "God! It feels so great waking up here." She said.

"Where?" He asked smugly "In the bed of a much older Air Force General?"

She smiled. "That's the one!" She grinned,

"Hey!" She should have known he wasn't one to miss an insult easily.

She giggled. "So, we have the whole day, and tomorrow, and the next day. What do you want to do?" She asked.

He smirked. "Well, we could stay here. or we could go to this President dinner thing tonight."

"I can't" She said quickly.

His face fell. "Why not? I want to show you off."

"I'm sorry, but I really need to be the one to tell Pete about us."

"Oh yeah" He said dejectedly.

She kissed him on the lips again. "But staying here sounds good." She whispered seductively.

The old O'Neall smirk made it's return. "Here it is!" He said, rolling her over onto her back as she giggled.

That weekend was amazing. One of the best in her entire life. Never had she felt better, or safer, or happier, then when she was with Jack.

It was Sunday evening when a small mishap occurred. Jack's home phone rang, and he picked it up while he was laughing his head off, and Sam was screaming at him.

"O'Neall" He said, the smile evident in his voice.

"Is this General Jack O'Neall? This is Pete, Sam's husband." A voice said from the other end. Jack's grin immediately fell, and he stopped Sam from saying something with a raised hand.

"Yes. What is it?" He asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

Pete didn't buy it. "I know you don't like me. I knew that from the moment I met you. But all I wanna know, is do you know where Sam is?"

Jack looked at her, and Sam could tell from his expression he was talking to someone he hated. She had one guess, Pete.

"No I don't."

There was silence for a moment. "If you're lying. And she's there with you, I swear to god if you touch her, I'll break your neck." He said venomously.

"What the hell is your problem? Don't know where your wife is? I haven't seen her in a year and a half. But I'll say this, you've got some anger problems there. Best you sort them out. Now that you've interrupted my television show. I think I have to go." And Jack hung up the phone before he could say anything else.

Sam walked up to him cautiously. "Jack?"

"I'm going back to Colorado with you." He stated.

"What? No Jack! I need to talk to him without you there. It'll just make everything worst." Sam said firmly.

"I'm not risking you! Not to that possessive dick! I'm going." He exclaimed.

She looked at him seriously. "He wouldn't hurt me." She stated.

"Are you sure of that?" He asked softer then before. "Because I'm not. There was something I didn't like about the guy from the second I met him, and what he just said to me backs it up. I want to at least be in the state. I can say I need to go to the SGC for some reason. But I have to go."

She looked like she was about to argue, but she gave in. Walked forward, and wrapped her arms around him, nuzzling her head in his shoulder. "I love you." She whispered.

He smiled, kissed the top of her head, before whispering back, "I love you too."

She pulled back to look into his eyes. She hadn't been expecting him to hear her.

He just smirked, "Now Colonel, I believe we were in the process of procuring strawberries and whipped cream?"

She laughed. "You know what, I think so too."

Sam had taken every precaution necessary to make sure Pete couldn't piece it together that she was with Jack over the weekend. They took different hops back, and she made sure the person who recorded her flight made it classified. She wasn't taking any risks on Pete finding out before she told him.

She didn't even have any contact with Jack, before she came home. She walked in the door at 2000, to find Pete sitting on the couch watching TV. She sat down her suitcase, and walked in to join him. "Hey," She said.

He turned a glare on her. "Where the hell were you? You don't just go off whenever you feel like it, and not tell me where you're going. Ignore my calls, and have your friends give me vague messages." He said, starting out calmly but ending in a shout.

"I had to have time to think Pete. I'm sorry. But..." She trailed off, as tears collected in her eyes.

He sat forward, and grabbed her arm, pulling her up off the couch, as he stood up. He was holding her arm so hard it was painful. "I want to know, where the hell you were."

"Away!" She said, as the tears started falling.

He shook her, and she cried out in pain. "Bitch! Tell me where the fuck you were!" He cried.

Sam went into defensive. She came up with a kick to the head, disorienting him enough to wrench her arm out of his grasp, and then placed a kick to the chest, causing him to stumble backwards, and fall on his butt on the floor.

"Don't you ever touch me again!" She screamed. Standing in a defensive stance, incase he came at her again.

He just stared up at her. Then his eyes widened in shock. "Sammy, I'm so sorry! I've been drinking tonight baby, I didn't mean to..." He stood up, and stepped forward, trying to bring her into his arms. But she stepped back.

"No Pete. I wanted to come in here and discuss this like adults. But since you're acting like a child, I will too. It's over, no more. I'm sorry, but that's just how it is. I don't want anything from you, except to be able to leave, I'm so sorry about this, but I can't go on like this."

His face had gone to stone, completely emotionless. "Like what?"

She looked down, the tears still falling lightly down her cheeks. "I don't love you Pete. I'm sorry, but I don't. I thought I did when we got married, but I didn't. This isn't fair to either of us, you can do a lot better then me. And I need to follow my heart for once, and not my head."

She looked up to see he was furious. "You were with O'Neall. You fucking slut! What? You get mad at me, and you run and fuck your ex boss?" He screamed. He walked forward, and backhanded her. His ring scratching her cheek, leaving a bloody mark in it's wake.

She came back with another kick, only this one was not very pleasant at all. She left him cowering on the floor, as she pried off her ring, and threw it next to him. She quickly went upstairs, and packed all she'd need to stay at the base for a while. "I'll mail you the divorce papers. I don't want to ever see your face again!" She screamed, as she slammed the door shut on him.

She put her suitcase in her car, and drove to the base. Crying the whole way.

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