I know this still isn't very long but you got to give me credit for getting it to you quickly! I must say I've been astounded by the reviews I've been getting, you guys rock! This chapter may be taking it down a route that you may not have expected but I hope you still embrace it with open arms and minds. :)OhFrazzleI knew I had read it in a book somewhere! I just couldn't think. Harry Potter! Of course! No ideas of mine are original, I'm not smart enough to do that and I watch too much TV. Nikki: Potato head? That's a bit harsh don't you think? BookWorm37: Sophie says there is no pie and to stop bothering her and to stop calling her, she's getting freaked out.

So glad you liked my Jack and Pete idea, I hope I don't disappoint. Enjoy.


"Pete?" Sam called groggily from up on the bed. Jack heard her shifting around under the covers to look over the side. "Are you all right?" she asked, poking her head over the edge of the bed. Her hair was a mess and her eyes were all sleepy and dark as she rubbed them with the heel of her hand. She looked like this was the first night's sleep she'd had in a while. Jack frowned in concern then realised that he should probably concentrate the fact that this wasn't his frown or his face and not worry that Carter isn't getting enough sleep.

Had he and Pete switched bodies? How was that meant to help their relationship? What kind of weird-ass logic is that? He thought Sophie acted strangely but this is drug-induced kind of logic.

Suddenly, Jack became aware of something worse. Not only could he not control the body anymore but Pete had woken up. Jack could feel another consciousness come to the surface of his/Pete's/the mind as if someone had over-lit a bright white room. Pete was still there. In his body. With Jack. Things could not get crazier if you tried.

Pete shook his head and rubbed his pained nose as he glanced around him with his poor vision. Jack felt his puzzlement surface.

"What am I doing on the floor?" he asked.

This was like the ultimate eavesdropping, it would be really cool spy ware, Jack thought. Hang on, could Pete read his thoughts? Jack started thinking really loud. Well…he did what he thought would be defined as thinking loud.

Silence. Obviously that didn't work. It was either that or there really wasn't much going on in there.

Pete began to lift his body off the floor and peer around in a dozy way, running a hand through his tousled hair. Hmm. Soft. Jack wondered what conditioner he uses.

"I was just about to ask you the same question," Sam grinned at him and propped herself up on her elbow, revealing a very small night top with spaghetti straps.

If Jack could have had his own face his eyes would be wider than saucers, unfortunately all he could do in his current state was become very agitated and uncomfortable. Pete had all the control and it seemed to Jack that he couldn't do anything about it unless Pete decided to sleep and that wasn't going to happen again for anytime soon. The only thing that made this more painful was the fact that Pete would not stop staring.

Jack tried willing Pete's eyes to move away from that particular area to anywhere else, her face would be nice. Pete's hand reached out touched her bare shoulder then stroked her neck with his short, stubby fingers. Jack could feel her skin beneath Pete's fingers as far as Jack was concerned he could feel everything that was going on but had no control over it.

"Hey gorgeous, how'd you sleep?" Pete asked as he moved in to give her a quick kiss. Jack felt her lips, smelt her smell, tasted her. He'd never been so jealous of Pete before. Jack was struggling to gain control of the body, pushing at Pete's mind, trying to move it backwards so that he could communicate with Sam.

"Oh, fine." Sam answered. Jack knew that to be a blatant lie, there was no way you woke up looking like that after a good night's sleep. Pete seemed to know it too; Jack felt his worry as Pete scanned the bags under Sam's eyes.

"Maybe you should stay here with me today, skip work just this once," Pete smiled at her, "I could think of a few things we could do," he added suggestively.

Uh oh. No. No. Down Petey boy. You've got an uninvited guest in here! Jack started to panic and push away and struggle against Pete's control. As far as Jack was concerned, staying away from Sam right now would be a very good thing. He didn't think she'd appreciate knowing that her CO was present in those kind of…activities when he got out of this mess. If he got out of it. They'd never encountered something like this before. Confusion trickled over Pete's features as Jack fought against him.

"No I couldn't, Pete, one of my friends is still unwell, I can't…" Sam started then stopped at Pete's sudden resistance towards her. He'd taken his hand off her shoulder and moved it towards his forehead. "What's wrong?"

"I dunno, I just got this really bad headache all of a sudden," he said. "I keep getting all these weird thoughts."

"What thoughts?"

Pete shook his head and mentally pushed Jack to the back of his mind as if he was an unwanted memory. Pete's strength over his own mind shocked Jack into staying quiet; it was like his thoughts were paralysed for a second. This wasn't good, what if he never got the chance to communicate where he was to his team?

"Nothing," Pete dismissed. "Are you coming home tonight?"

Sam's face became guilty and she looked down breaking the eye contact she'd had with him. "I'm sorry, Pete, it's going to be another all-nighter," she said sadly.

Jack felt a sudden surge of suspicion bubble in Pete's mind- it was an accusing and unsympathetic emotion and quite frankly it was awful for Jack to observe. Pete hid it well and masked it behind an understanding smile.

"Sure, honey," he said sweetly. "I'll be here all weekend, ok?"

"Thanks, Pete," Sam smiled and gave him a kiss as she got out of bed to get changed.

"It's all right, I'm just glad I get the time I do with you,"

The scepticism was still strong and the distrust was venomous as Pete looked at his girlfriend. Jack couldn't believe how insensitive Pete was being; there was even an undertone of jealousy to all these strong feelings. This guy was being plainly selfish.

Jack scoffed at Pete's soft and sensitive words as Sam walked out of the door.