Sam's POV

The last thing Sam remembered was the look of absolute fear cross Jack's face, 'Why was he so scared?' Sam tried to open her eyes but they wouldn't co-operate with her, 'What's going on? Why can't I open my eyes? JACK! JACK!' Sam's heart began to race faster the longer her body wouldn't co-operate with her commands, getting more scared as the seconds passed Sam's mind began to fret, 'Oh God what if I don't see Jack again? I can't live with that last memory! Please God if your listening can you please help me here, I need him, I need Jack!' Sam listened closely hoping by some miracle she would hear the answer to her prayers, all she got was the faint chatter of doctors hovering over her. 'Wait a second! I can hear people, maybe Jack's there! Jack? Jack can you hear me? JACK! JACK!' The voice suddenly became quiet; a soft whisper could be heard as well as the fast scurry of footsteps.

Outside Sam's mind the her cry for Jack…err…General O'Neill was heard, Doctor Lam sent a nurse to retrieve said General before Sam's heart began to race again. Moments later the loud footsteps of the General could be heard running through the corridors as well as some choice words at personnel who were in his way. Jack raced into the IC room, "What's wrong? What happened?"

Back inside Sam's mind Sam heard Jack's booming voice, 'Oh crap he sounds annoyed, or is that worried? I could never tell the difference, what do I care his here! JACK! JACK!' Sam cried she could feel tears slipping through her closed eyelids; they burned like hot irons searing her eyelids. Sam could hear herself whimpering, 'Oh great, his here and now you start whimpering' Sam tried once again to open her eyes, feeling triumphant when they began to move upon command only to demand them closed again as the light hit her retinas burning them, "AH CRAP TURN OFF THE LIGHTS WOULD YOU!" Sam could hear Jack bellow. Few moments later Sam was in the dark again, once again attempting to open her eyes. This time she succeeded without the blinding lights, "Jack?" Sam whispered trying to make out the first fuzzy shape

Jack breathed a sigh of relief, "Yea Carter I'm here" Jack lowered himself onto the side of Sam's bed, "Feeling any better? You nearly gave me a heart attack!" Jack chuckled hoping to cheer up the mood of the room

"Yea, I think so; please just do not turn on any lights! It does burn!" Sam smiled

"You heard the Colonel no more lights until she says so, Doc what do you think?" Jack asked, "Is she ok?"

"Well I would want to keep her over night for supervision, just in case, but she seems fine. She was dehydrated and she had some food poisoning, just what have you eaten lately Colonel?" Doctor Lam asked, "The lights are a common thing though; she's been out for a few hours, and the dehydration would have given her a massive migraine, but the painkillers I've given her should have settled down"

"Not much, I had steak for dinner last night, some salad, a roll today, cereal…like I said, not much" Sam replied.

Sam's head gave a sharp pang of pain, subconsciously Sam's hand shot out for Jack's hand. He accepted it and gave it a small squeeze, ignoring the few gasps, stares and jaw drops of the surrounding nurses.

"Could be food poisoning" Doctor Lam suggested, "Like I said though, overnight would be my preferred option, especially if it's food poisoning"

"Impossible, I had the steak too" Jack piped up knowing her would regret it later, "So I guess no dinner tonight?"

The whole room went silent after hearing Jack's statement, "Uh…OK then maybe it was an overload of iron or your body just wasn't used to the intake, I noticed you don't eat a lot of red meat" Doctor Lam commented

"I do, it's just lately I've been really busy with work I've been living off MITs and commissary food" Sam replied, still slightly red from Jack's admission of their guilt, 'I can't believe he just said that! And to none less than a roomful of gossip starved nurses!'

"Well, ok then, dinner Colonel? Did you have plans?" Doctor Lam asked, looking between Jack and Sam

"Yea, sort of, a friend from Washington is in town who happens to know the General, we were all going to have dinner, I'm sure it can be postponed if you think I should stay in" Sam replied glumly, looking at the floor instead of Jack

"Well since we have ruled out food poisoning there is no real reason to keep you overnight, I'm sure you can keep your dinner arrangements, just keep a close eye on her please General and bring her back in if she gets worse" Doctor Lam instructed before ushering out the remaining nurses leaving the two alone.

"I'm so glad I don't have to stay in here overnight" Sam smiled, "What's wrong?"

Jack looked at her the worry evident in his eyes, "You, you're what's wrong! I nearly lost you today and I don't even have you!" Jack snapped more at himself than anyone else, before concentrating on the sheets, noticing for the first time Sam's hand gripping his

Sam looked away another tear rolling down her cheek, "Look today wasn't a walk in the park for me either! If you've forgotten I was the one who woke up in the Infirmary with the last thing I remember being your grief stricken face!" Sam snapped, trying to pull away from him, failing miserably considering she was in a bed with rails

Jack's head shot up at the tone of Sam's voice, "Damn it Sam, shit…come 'ere" He pulled her into a hug, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to snap at you, I'm more angry at myself for letting my feelings get in the way of my better judgment" Jack soothed, gently rubbing Sam's back

"Ahem!" a cough from the entrance broke Sam and Jack's embrace apart, "Sorry to startle the two of you" Hammond spoke before muttering under his breath, "Damn Siler, he got the hug pool"

"Sorry sir, I was just comforting the Colonel, nothing more sir I swear" Jack defended their action while rising from his bed, quickly Sam released Jack's hand and blushing slightly

"Calm down Jack, I was coming to do the same! I hear the good doctor is letting you out" Hammond smiled at Sam, not making any attempt to come in any further

"Yep, as soon as you two decided to let me get dressed I'm heading for my office, to check on my reports and emails…I was expecting one" Sam glanced at Jack who gave a slight nod

"Sam do you honestly think it's the best thing?" the look Sam gave him told him otherwise and Hammond quickly changed the topic, "Jack can I speak with you in your office? NOW" Hammond asked sternly

"Yes sir, right this way" Jack lead the way out of the Infirmary, the walk to his office was done in silence, even when Jack noticed the exchange of money from Hammond to Siler as they passed through the control room

Meanwhile back in the Infirmary, Sam got herself dressed and began the slow walk to her lab, still feeling slightly dizzy and sore from her incident earlier. She wasn't stupid either, she noticed the looks the personnel were giving her but was too tired to pick a fight, upon reaching her lab she promptly locked it. Enclosing herself in her lab so no one could disturb her new found solitude, sliding into her desk chair, Sam clicked open Jack's last email.

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TO: O'Neill, Jack
FROM: Carter, Samantha
SUBJECT: Um…Something important!

Jack,

Due to the situation I think you should stay away from anything to do with the Navy, Air Force, etc I'm thinking I will keep what I will be a secret, something has to be kept a surprise!

Thanks for your support, I'm really sorry about today, I didn't realize commissary food was so bad! LOL I can't believe Hammond caught you! Where was your Black Ops training then? Think he will court marshal you?

LOL Yes the base has betting pools and the reason you don't know about them was the same reason I didn't until I had to blackmail Daniel about the exchange of money a few months ago. It seems the entire base knows about the pools and has either won or lost money in it, oh and we don't know about them because they are all about us! Aren't they lovely? It seems as far as I can tell that even General Hammond has won and lost some money in them, and places bets for a person named MacGyver, you remember that TV show right? Really cute guy saves the world a lot, kinda like us only old fashioned, without Zats and Naquada! Could you imagine saving the world any other way now?

Your right, it is sunshine, because the sun's gravitational pull is what creates the spin…but I just like the thought of the sunshine, rather than money and love, too cliché!

Since I have been released form the Infirmary, do you want dinner at your place? Since your right I don't cook very much and therefore probably safer if you cook rather than myself! Knowing me we will both be in the Infirmary with food poisoning!

You can't kill of any number! I've become attached to them all!

1. Captain Jack Sparrow? You're kidding right? There is no way you could pull off Johnny Depp! Try something less, something not played by a gorgeous actor! Not saying you aren't gorgeous of course sir…
2. Since I already told you, I'd say us…not too sure exactly what but I think it has to do with the gossip
3. Major Mitchell? Cute? You are kidding right? The guy is drop dead gorgeous! Daniel will have some competition with the nurses! LOL Yes there may be screaming involved!
4. Seen him, don't want to see him until next millennia thank you very much! I've been embarrassed enough for one millennia!
5. I will dress casually and nice for dinner…since you asked so nicely!

Your turn,

1. What did Hammond want after the incident in the Infirmary?
2. What time do you want me over for dinner?
3. Do you think we could get court marshaled for these emails? I mean they don't exactly say anything…well not much…I don't think
4. What is this we are doing here?
5. How is the gossip out there since my incident after lunch?

Sam

P.S. I've locked myself in my lab again…shhhh!

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Sam relaxed back into her chair flicking on her CD player and letting the music overtake her thoughts, she was hoping that General Hammond wouldn't skin Jack alive and have him court marshaled out of the Force, although she knew it was a great possibility. As a song came on Sam's thoughts drifted back a few months ago.

Sam walked into the locker room, taped on her locked was a CD with the word 'Listen' on it, nothing else. Curious she untapped it, changed and walked back into her lab; turning on her CD player she slid the disk into the slot and pressed play, a familiar song came drifting from the speakers. She slid into her chair and let the lyrics wash over her…

'When the rain is blowing in your face
And the whole world is on your case
I could offer you a warm embrace
To make you feel my love

When the evening shadows and the stars appear
And there's no one there to dry your tears
I could hold you for a million years
To make you feel my love

Oh I know you haven't made your mind up yet
But I will never do you wrong
I knew right from the moment that we met
No doubt in my mind we'd belong

I'd go hungry, I'd go black and blue
I'd go crawling down the avenue
No, there's nothing that I wouldn't do
To make you feel my love

hmmm…

Oh, the storms raging on the rolling sea
And on the highway of regret
The winds of change are blowing wild and free
You ain't seen nothing like me yet

I could make you happy
Make your dreams come true
No, there nothing that I wouldn't do
I'll go to the ends of the earth for you

To make you feel my love'

Sam suddenly sat up, feeling eyes watching her, spinning around she saw nothing; but she heard faint familiar footsteps. Turning back to the CD player she ejected the CD and looked at the handwriting, it was so familiar…

Sam shot out of her chair at the sudden beeping from her computer, "Damn that thing!" Turning down the music Sam clicked open on her computer.

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TO: Carter, Samantha
FROM: O'Neill, Jack
SUBJECT: Um…Something important!

Sam,

You trying to get us court marshaled? Hammond was in here when you emailed! We're off the hook by the way, Hammond is forgetting he even saw anything, we were lucky!

I can't believe the ENTIRE base is in on these betting pools, I also think I know who the better MacGyver is, but I have no solid proof. Well I wouldn't have any proof had I not seen Hammond hand Siler money on our way into my office, I never knew they had bets on hugging! They must be on everything!

Yes, dinner my place, get here around about 1830, that should me enough time to get the supplies and cook something, since it's only just going 1700, you should be clocking off soon!

I'm sorry I snapped at you earlier, it wasn't your fault, I mean yes it was, but damn it Sam you could have told me I was working you too hard to eat something substantial! MITs and comm. Food isn't what I would classify substantial either! I was really worried I had lost another member of SG1 before the other two even got back, and then they would blame me! Please for my sanity and heart, eat properly from now on or I will start bringing you food breakfast, lunch and tea!

Two out of the three questions you manage to attack my very ego! Colonel I thought you were a lot nicer than this! I'm gorgeous, oh, hang on I just read that part! You really think Danny boy is in for some competition? Maybe we should start our own little betting pool on the SGC personnel!

1. Surprisingly enough I got read the dad rights…you know the "You look after her or I'll kill you myself"? Well he said those exact words and said that Dad had left him in charge of scaring off potentials…I'm a potential? LOL I think his forgotten about frat regs…Oh and he also said that he saw nothing…
2. Like above 1830…or there abouts…remember I said casual and nice!
3. Oh I think we could, thankfully no one else is reading them hey…what do you mean they say nothing much, I told you…Oh wait, no I didn't I suggested that, but I think suggestions still come under the frat regs…right? These are kinda really personal, at least they are getting that way!
4. I'm not entirely sure, I mean we talk, we're casual…We're being ourselves at work…I'm not entirely sure.
5. Gossip is a minimal, although some word has gotten out about your waking up! I've become popular with the women again!

OK your turn

1. Would you say we're getting intimate? With the questions and comments?
2. Do you think I could be a potential?
3. If the frat regs weren't in place what would you do? About me?
4. Are these questions getting too personal?
5. Want to continue emailing form Monday since tomorrow is the weekend?

Jack

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Sam sat staring at the screen, 'I've been doing this a lot haven't I? Staring at this thing, he just seems to surprise me constantly!' She had no idea what to write, she wanted to reply before clocking off but how without getting too personal? Could she get personal with the fact that they were private emails? "DAMN IT! Things were a lot easier with Pete! NO they weren't! With Pete you wanted Jack, and now that telling him that is in your grasps you're getting scared, you won't loose him; at least I hope you won't! Just tell him, you can sort things out at dinner! Oh right dinner…Personal it is'

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TO: O'Neill, Jack
FROM: Carter, Samantha
SUBJECT: Um…Something important!

Jack,

I'm just going to go straight to the questions, sorry but I'm about to clock off and I wanted to answer these, I will email more on Monday; which is answering your last question!

Firstly, your making your questions harder and harder to reply too, there's a lot of ground here that I know we shouldn't cross due to regs, but I'm biting the bullet here and going to tell you ok…We can sort things out at dinner if you don't like what I say!

1. I would say we are getting intimate, the questions we are asking each other started out innocent and now we're are beginning to delve into the feelings we have kept locked up in that Isolation chamber since the Za'tarc testing all those years ago. The comments are becoming more and flirtier and it's only the end of our second day Jack. If it has only taken us this long to get here through emails, I can't imagine what would happen if we were talking face to face.

2. Do I think you could be a potential? Seriously Jack you have to ask this? You've been the only potential for over eight years, since I started working on the Stargate program before Abydos I heard about you. After Abydos I read about what happened and then I met you that fateful day. I still blush thinking how close I can to insubordination! On my first day too! So yes Jack you are a potential, you were the main factor to my break up with Pete, please don't fell bad, it's not your fault, it's mine! I thought that if I got involved with someone else I could forget how I felt and move on, I couldn't. It only made me want you more, and then Kerry, I broke apart because of Dad and everything. Had it not been for you I don't think I would have survived that!

3. If the frat regs weren't in place these emails wouldn't be taking place now would they? If they weren't in place I'd like to think something would already have happened between us by now.

4. Are the questions getting too personal? Are you trying to sound innocent because it's not going to work, you know these are too personal! Otherwise you wouldn't be asking if they were or not. They are progressing towards something I'm not sure you have had in a long time, that something meaning and deep and meaningful conversation about how you feel Jack. I've never asked, so here I am asking, you can answer me tonight or later…

1. How do you feel about me?
2. Am I getting too close and personal?
3. What would you do if the frat regs weren't there? About me?
4. Are these emails from me distracting you?
5. Why are we still standing on the sidelines and not dancing Jack?

Love,
Sam

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A/N: This is the last chapter until next weekend folks, sorry but I have three exams this week and will have no time to post hence why I have finished chapter 7 and posted chapter 8! You should all love me, I have an exam at 1145 in the morning and it's already 2am!

I would love to take credit for that beautiful song in the flashback but alas I can not and it was Josh Kelley – To Make You Feel My Love, it was in the Cinderella Story…

Muahsio,

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