Did I write the disclaimer last time? Don't remember. They are not mine, I get no profit.

Thanks for the reviews! I am glad that you are enjoying the story! Here is chapter 4.

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Jack walked up on Sam's porch. He noticed that the glass had been repaired. He rang the doorbell.

Daniel answered. "Hey Jack, glad you are here." Daniel welcomed him in. "Teal'c and I just got recalled to the base and Cassie's not here yet." He led Jack into Sam's living room where she was laying on the couch.

"Carter."

Sam looked up at him a smiled. "Hi sir."

"Sam, do you need anything before we go?" Daniel asked.

Sam shook her head. "I'm good."

Daniel pulled Jack aside. "Sam has medicine that she needs to take." He said looking poignantly at Sam. "There are also some pain meds if she needs them. Everything is written down on this paper from the doctor."

"Right, okay." Jack said.

"We'll see you later Sam." Daniel said, touching her arm.

"Be well Colonel Carter." Teal'c said with a nod.

Jack saw them out and locked the door behind them. He walked back towards the living room. He sat down at the opposite end of the couch from Sam. She was propped up in the corner of the couch, pillows supporting her arm.

"How are you feeling?" Jack asked.

"Okay, it's good to be out of the infirmary." Sam said smiling. "When did you get in?"

"Came straight here." Jack said.

Sam nodded and scanned the living room. "Cassie's coming later."

"Cool. How's she been?"

"Pretty good, all things considering."

Jack nodded. "Are you hungry?"

Sam shrugged. "Sure."

"Great, I'll order pizza." Jack said grinning.

The pizza arrived and Jack turned on an action movie as they ate. The phone rang.

"Hello?" Sam asked. "Hey Cass, what's up?"

Jack watched her as she listed to Cassie. Sam frowned briefly. "That's okay Cass, I'll manage. No I am not alone." Sam looked over at Jack. "The General…Jack is here."

Jack raised an eyebrow.

"I'll figure something out Cass. No, he's right here. Okay." Sam handed the phone to Jack. "Cassie wants to talk to you."

Jack took the phone from Sam and put it up to his ear. "Hey Cass. What's up?" Jack paused, listening. Carter looked nervous.

"No, she didn't. No, they had to go back to work. Yeah. Yeah, he left instructions, okay. Don't worry Cass, she'll be fine. See you tomorrow night. Yeah. Later." Jack hung up the phone and looked over at Sam.

"So Cassie won't be here until tomorrow."

Sam nodded.

"No one told me you aren't supposed to be alone."

Sam looked down at her hands. "I can call…" Sam stopped and realized she didn't know who she would call.

"Sam, I will stay with you. I told Cass I would take care of you."

Sam nodded.

Jack looked at his watch. "Time for your antibiotics." He stood, and walked over to the counter. He got a glass and filled it with water. He read the paper and got out the correct dose. He handed everything to Sam. She took the pills and handed the glass back to Jack.

"It also says that your dressing needs to be changed."

Sam blushed. Because of the location of her wound, she was unable to wear an undergarment. She was currently wearing an oversize button up shirt.

Jack caught her embarrassment.

"I wanted to try and take a bath tonight, and wash my hair somehow." Sam said.

Jack nodded. "Why don't you do that before we change you dressings."

Sam nodded and looked down at her lap.

Jack studied her for a moment. "You need help?"

Sam nodded, not looking at him.

"I'll get the bath drawn for you. You just let me know if you need something. I know how good it feels to have a real bath after having so many 'bed' baths."

Sam looked up at him and smiled.

"C'mon, let's get you your bath."

Jack ran the bath water and gave Sam some privacy to use the toilet and get into the bath. He went to the kitchen to clean up dishes and grabbed a beer from the fridge. After a few swallows he looked at his watch and decided to go check on Sam. He knocked on the door. "Sam? You okay?"

No answer.

"Sam?"

Still no answer.

"Sam, I'm coming in." Jack said as he slowly opened the door.

Sam was in the tub, hand over her face.

"Sam?"

"I tried to think of a way to wash my own hair without getting my dressings all wet and one handed. Then I thought maybe I should just wash my hair in the sink, but decided that I would probably be twisting too much." Sam said looking straight ahead.

Jack hadn't moved from his spot at the door. "Can I help you?" He asked quietly.

She nodded.

Jack knelt down next to the tub and put his hand under her chin. He lifted it so she was looking at him in the eyes. His eyes asking permission, hers giving it. He grabbed a few towels from the cupboard and placed them over her dressings and around her right shoulder to help keep her wounds dry. He then gently leaned her forward and began washing her back. He rinsed her back and turned his attention to her blonde hair.

He gently poured warm water over her head and began working the shampoo in. Sam closed her eyes and tried to relax. Jack gently massaged her scalp and neck. He squeezed the excess shampoo out of her hair and rinsed it.

Jack towel dried her hair and grabbed a large towel. He helped Sam stand and wrapped the towel around her. Jack then stepped out to give her a chance to dry off and dress. He headed out to the living room and flipped on the TV.

Sam came out in boxers and a towel wrapped loosely around her chest. She sat down on the couch next to Jack. He got up and gathered the supplies from the counter and returned to his spot on the couch.

Sam's front dressing was soaked with blood tinged fluid. The dressing on her back was in a similar state. He gently pulled off the dressings, cleaned and redressed the wounds as directed.

Jack had retrieved a shirt from Sam's closet that he suspected used to be her dad's. He helped her into the shirt. She was noticeably in pain, but didn't say a word. Without asking her, Jack got some pain medicine and had Sam take it. She didn't object.

"Are you ready for bed?" Jack asked.

Sam nodded, eyes closed.

"C'mon, let's go get you settled."

They walked up to Sam's bedroom and Jack pulled back the covers. Sam climbed in and Jack positioned her with pillows on her left side. When he had finished, he sat down on the edge of the bed. "There, all finished. Anything I can do for you before I head back downstairs?" Jack asked.

"Don't." Sam said quietly.

"Don't what?" Jack asked, confused.

"Don't go."

Jack sighed. "Let me go shut things down for the night, then I'll come back up and sit with you for a while."

Jack headed back down the stairs and began checking all the doors and windows. "What have you gotten yourself into O'Neill?" Jack said out loud to himself. He finished up and headed back up the stairs. To his surprise, Sam was still awake. She had some how turned the bed down on the other side. Jack looked at her and raised an eyebrow.

"Please." Sam said quietly.

Jack nodded and took off his shoes, socks, and pants. He climbed under the covers and slid in next to Sam.

She turned her head towards his and looked into his dark eyes. Jack rolled over onto his side and propped himself up with one arm. Sam looked up at him, willing him closer. He stroked her cheek and ran his fingers through her hair. She smiled softly. Jack was not going to make the first move. Sam reached up to his face and pulled into a kiss.

It was several minutes before their lips parted. Jack put his forehead up to Sam's. In the soft light coming through her windows, he could see that Sam's eyes were getting heavy. The pain medication was probably kicking in.

"Stay." She uttered sleepily.

Jack kissed her forehead and nodded. He stroked her hair, urging her to sleep. Sam finally succumbed and Jack rolled over onto his back. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "And it begins." He said quietly.

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