Ack! I was caught up in reading "Through the Years" by JenCamp...an AMAZING AU fanifc, I must say, (check it out!) I forgot to update! Enjoy :P

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Chapter 17: SEDA-GIVE?

Last time: Shrugging, Cassandra moved her pawn to capture one of Sam's. While the older woman studied the board, Cassie glanced up at the window, where she saw Jack flash a smile and thumbs at her before he sauntered down the hallways. Grinning widely, the young girl concentrated on the game.

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Jack walked into the infirmary and knocked on the doorframe to get the doctors attention. Janet's head snapped up at the noise and she smiled at him.

"Colonel O'Neill," she said, pleasantly. "What can I do for you? Did you know Cassie's here?"

O'Neill nodded. "Just saw her," he said. "Hey, listen doc, I have a question?"

Janet motioned for him to sit, and he did, folding his hands together and resting his chin on them. "What would you say if I asked you for a mild tranquilizer?"

The shock on Dr. Frasier's face was apparent. "What for, Colonel?" Suspicion filled her voice.

Jack leaned forward and waggled his eyebrows. "It's a secret."

Shaking her head, Janet closed the file she had been looking at. "I cant administer drugs unless I know what they're for."

O'Neill looked off to the side of the room for a moment as he thought. Finally he leaned forward and whispered it into her ear. Janet's eyes widened and she smiled. "Of course, Colonel, on that note, I think I can help you out."

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The next night, Sam sighed contently as she shrugged into her long black coat. Finally, she had the opportunity to go home. General Hammond had considerately given SG-1 a week or two's worth of down time (a week at least, everything depended on attacks on the SGC). As she strolled out of her office and began heading for the elevator, she saw Colonel O'Neill heading in the same direction.

Used to him avoiding her by now, Sam didn't even grimace as she walked past him. In fact, she found herself rather surprised when he began walking with her to the elevator.

"Heading home, Carter?" he asked.

Sam twisted her head to look at him. He was actually was talking to her? She shrugged. "Yes, sir," she said. Grinning, she added softly, "Home sweet home."

Jack grinned at her, pressing the button for the elevators up button. "Need a ride?" he asked causally as they stepped into the elevator.

Sam looked at him in surprise. Unlike the Colonel, who had been home before their last mission, she hadn't left the base since…the day before she went on the mission to P3C-629.Someone had most likely taken away her car. As the doors slid shut, he gave her a look plainly asking "well?". "Uh…sure, sir," Sam said, fumbling over her words. She gave a small smile. "That'd be great."

Jack smiled triumphantly and looked up at the ceiling as the elevator went up. Everything was going great.

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Sam tentatively opened the passenger door of O'Neill's car and scooted in slowly. "Know where you're going, sir?" she asked the colonel as he slid into the drivers side next to her.

"Yup," Jack said simply as he put the keys in the ignition, his bag in the back and the steaming cup he'd been carrying in the cup holder.

The vapor from the liquid inside quickly filled the car with a pleasant aroma, so enticing that it finally perked Carter's curiosity enough to ask, "What's that, sir?"

"Hmmn?" O'Neill flipped the turn signal to turn out of the base as he looked at the mug that she gestured to. "Ah," he said, grinning. "Mamma's best coca. Like some?"

Carter thought for a moment, but shook her head. "I don't want to deprive you of your drink, sir."

"Aah, I'll make more at home," he looked over at her. She was looking down at it, pondering it. "Really."

Sam smiled thankfully and took the cup, taking a delicate sip from it before her eyes lit up in delight. The drink was amazing. "Thought you'd like it," Jack said as he saw her reaction. He smiled as he drove down the road. His plan was going perfectly…

All too soon for Sam, the liquid was drained from the cup and she was left with nothing. Placing the mug back in it's holder, Sam leaned back into the seat. "Thank you, sir," she said, her voice airy.

"No problem, Carter."

Sam turned her head to him, considering her CO carefully. Releasing a small sigh, she bravely plunged into what had to be said. "Sir?"

"Ya, Carter?"

"I'm sorry for…" she paused to yawn. "not telling you about the ba-aaybee.." the last word was exaggerated as she stifled another yawn.

O'Neill looked over at her, his eyes sad. Freeing a hand from the steering wheel, he placed his hand on her shoulder for a moment. "We don't have to talk about this now," he said as she yawned again. Sam nodded and leaned back closing her eyes. Part of her said she should continue, but another part of her was screaming to do it later, when she was more awake. She shook her head, Jack was talking again. "…tired. Go ahead, nod off, I'll wake you up when we get there."

Sam knew she should stay awake, but…she yawned again. She was just to tired. Leaning her head against the side of the car and dozed off. She nodded off never seeing the boyish grin playing across Colonel O'Neill's face.

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((grin)) now what? Dont you just love me? I know you love me. For those who have been complaining about lack of contact. HOws this?