As Sam showered and changed into dry clothes, Jack thought about her words to him. He had no doubt in his mind that she had been acting out of some warped sort of passion and need to see him humbled. It wasn't like her foot had hit anything vital – it had just hurt, a lot. Was he ready to forgive her yet?

His eyes flickered down to the resignation letter he'd just read for the third time. Was she really serious? Could she do that to them? Just up and leave like that from the SGC because she 'was no longer fulfilling her duty to the best of her ability and was beginning to be compromised by personal feelings'. It was a crap shot excuse – nothing more, nothing less.

Could he afford to lose her? Did he really even have her to begin with?

Sam walked into the room dressed in a pair of sweats, over sized sweat shirt and thick socks, her hair still wet from the shower. Without saying a word she sat on Jack's sofa, waiting for him to speak.

"You know, the only reason I said Jonas's name was to hurt you back," Jack said as he opened his self imposed shell of silence.

Sam nodded, "I know." She sighed, looking up at him, "Look at us. We're trying to hurt each other because we got tired of waiting and being alone? That doesn't make any sense, Jack, and you know it."

"Why?" He asked suddenly, "Why doesn't that make any sense?"

Tears came to Sam's eyes as she tried to not say what her heart yearned for her to yell at the top of her lungs. Jack moved from his seat in his favorite chair to sit beside Sam on the sofa. He leaned in close enough to her to see the silent tears creating two waterfalls on her down turned face. "Sam?" he asked, his voice soft and husky.

She looked up at him, the pain so evident in her eyes that Jack just wanted to wrap her up in his arms and make it all go away. "Because you're not supposed to want to hurt the one you love," she whispered, barely able to talk.

They were silent for minutes that seemed like eternity. It was the ringing of the phone that brought them out of the trance they had willingly fallen into, staring into each other's eyes. "O'Neill," Jack said into the receiver.

Without another word he hung up the phone and turned on his radio to his favorite station. A woman started speaking only seconds after they tuned in.

"Okay, we have a very special request that was just emailed into us a few minutes ago. It's from George, Daniel, Murray, Sue, Sandra and Henry, a shout out to Sam and Jack. They're telling the pair to – and I'm quoting this part – 'Get your acts together or suffer the consequences of the SL's. Call one of us in the morning.' And on a re-affirmative note to Sam and Jack, they told me what you two are playing at – stop it. Now, here's to you two."

Before Sam or Jack could say a word, Walk Away by Kelly Clarkson came on the air, causing each of them to delve into their own thoughts on the lyrics. Sam knew that the SL's were the System Lords – and had no doubt that the president wouldn't turn them over to Anubis or Ba'al … but that didn't mean a transfer to McMurdo wasn't in order if they didn't comply.

I want a love
I want a fire
To feel the burn
My desires
I want a man by my side
Not a boy who runs and hides
Are you going to fight for me
Die for me
Live and breathe for me
Do you care for me
Cause if you don't then just leave

The lyrics hit home, as they were intended to do. It was so much of Sam's own frame of mind that it was almost eerie. She wanted to feel like a woman, feel the burn of having Jack love her back openly. She wanted him beside her, not running away and cowering in the corner because another man who can openly love her has come into the mix.

"Do you care for me, Jack?" Sam asked, her mind resolved to have it out there and now.

His guarded expression met her open one, "You know I do, Carter. But you have Pete now, don't you?"

Her eyes grew soft with guilt, "I'd let him go right now, if I knew. If I knew that you loved me so much that you'd not only die for me but live for me, as well."

His answer was blunt and to the point, "What the hell have I been doing ever since I met you, if not that?"

Before their conversation could continue, the commercial was over and the second song came on. Both quickly recognized it as one of Cassie's favorites: Over My Head/Cable Car by The Fray.

Let's rearrange
I wish you were a stranger I could disengage
Just say that we agree and then never change
Soften a bit until we all just get along
But that's disregard
You find another friend and you discard
As you lose the argument in a
cable car
Hanging above as the canyon comes between and

Everyone knows I'm in
Over my head
Over my head
With eight seconds left in overtime
She's on your mind
She's on your mind

After the song ended the woman came back on the air one last time, "Remember Sam and Jack, work it out."

Jack was surprised that someone had pegged his attitude toward Sam so effectively in that song. Some days all he wanted to do was just disengage from it all – from her – and treat everyone like strangers.

He turned off the radio, watching Sam's movements with curiosity. She was so beautiful. Part of him wanted to just take her up into his arms and screw all the science out of her mind forever. Another part knew that even if the president really sighed off on this, he still didn't know how Sam felt.

"What about you?" he asked, knowing that she would understand without having to spell it out.

She was silent, almost too silent for Jack to be comfortable. At long last she asked, "Can I use your phone?"

"For what?"

"I need to call Pete so that I either see him tomorrow to call it off or break up with him over the phone. Which would you prefer?"

Jack smirked lightly, moving in closer to Sam as she stood up from the sofa, walking toward him with a look of determination in her eyes. When she was millimeters away from his face and they were breathing in each other's scents, he whispered, "I don't want you to see him ever again," before his mouth descended on hers and the need took over their bodies entirely.

A/N: Dedicated to: spacemonkey1129, ProudAthena, feartoxin and mishy-mo. You guys are awesome.

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