They aren't mine yadda yadda yadda...
I'm not a Sam/Jack shipper but I thought that I would try something different for a change.
Summery: After a tragic mission Jack finds himself by Carter's hospital bed. He has a very emotional, very un-Jack like moment.
The mission had been a complete disaster. In the ensuing chaos Jack somehow found a few moments to slip away to the infirmary. Coming to rest at Carter's bedside Jack was temporarily struck dumb by the sight of her. She had always been beautiful, even covered in mud, but seeing her now, asleep and peaceful, she was stunning.
Slowly, Jack said the first thing that came to his mind, without even thinking about the consequences of what would happen should the wrong person hear him.
"You think that I wake up every morning and come to work just so that I can get shot at? No, I get up every morning and come to work because you are here. I know that it can't ever be any other way, but everyday that I see your smiling face I realize that my life is worth living."
Jack sank into the chair opposite the hospital bed where the unconscious form of Sam lay. He took her hand and continued with his speech.
"I'd take a bullet for you, hell I think I already have. I'd dance with the devil before I let him take you away from me, and right now I'd trade places with you if I could."
Looking at Sam's face, Jack gently brushed a stray strand of hair out of her eyes.
"I know that 'we' could never be, but I just wanted you to know that no matter where you go or what you do I will always be here for you. I've always got your back, and if you ever need some cheering up I can always buy cake."
A small chuckle escaped Jack's smiling face, "You know Carter, you'll always have my heart."
Casting a cautious look around for nosy lurking SGC personnel Jack stood up and gently laid a kiss on Sam's forehead.
"Always."
After he was gone Sam opened her eyes and sighed.
"I know sir, Jack, I know."