She'd busied herself organizing their meal for a few moments while he sat down at the kitchen table. She brought him his coffee and made a cup for herself before sitting down and absently picking at her Moo Goo Gai Pan with a pair of proper chopsticks from his silverware drawer.

Jack waited patiently. He knew her, knew she'd tell him the truth about why he knew how it tasted to kiss her, what it felt like to make love to her.

"About three and a half years ago, we were on a mission and things went, well, badly. We were captured and brainwashed by the people who captured us. We didn't remember who we were or that you were my boss, only that we cared about each other, desired each other so we assumed we were lovers and acted on our feelings."

Jack nodded slowly, she was telling him the truth, he could tell.

"When we got back, we regained our memories and realized we shouldn't be acting on our feelings given you were my commanding officer so we agreed not to let it happen again." Sam bit her lip nervously.

Jack gave her a long look. "It did though, didn't it?"

"Yah, but it wasn't because we'd decided to be lovers again. Some allies of ours offered us an opportunity to use some new tech that would make us stronger, faster, smarter. But it pumped chemicals into our systems that made us reckless and unable to control our impulses."

"Tiles." He said thoughtfully.

"Yah. We both left the table to use the bathroom and things got out of control. We, ah, aggressively…"

Jack nodded. "Very aggressively."

She blushed. "It was the chemicals though and we - we decided after those same allies forced us to admit we have - had feelings for each other, we agreed to just leave it in the room and close the door because, well, we aren't supposed to feel that way about each other."

"Because I'm your commanding officer." But something niggled at the back of his mind.

"Yah." She said with a defeated sigh.

"Carter."

"Sir."

"I'm not your commanding officer right now."

"Not technically no, but you are on a medical leave sir, eventually you will get your memories back and resume your position and I'll be your subordinate again."

"You aren't right now though." He said pointedly.

"No. Not right now." But her voice was small with defeat. He was suggesting something that would only leave them both struggling to control their feelings again when he resumed his job.

Jack ate in silence for a while. Trying to figure out what part she was leaving out intentionally or because she genuinely didn't know. "Why don't we watch a movie tonight?" He suggested. "Something light."

"Sure." She agreed, glad he'd dropped the subject for now. Her feelings were confused enough. Jack had made it clear he didn't want to be with her but whatever his reasons had been, they didn't change his feelings for her and while Sam liked Pete well enough, he wasn't exactly classy or cultured. He'd never take her to the opera or would ever want to go with her to one, he'd never buy her fancy wine just because he knew she enjoyed it or watch classic movies with her. He hated Singing In The Rain among other classics. He liked cop movies and reality TV shows and while she could stand the former the latter made her want to shove an ice pick in her eyes. Not that she loved Jack's binge watching of The Simpsons but at least she could stand several episodes and he'd never objected to her curling up on the couch with a book while he watched them. Pete pouted if she didn't dutifully sit and watch TV with him and pouted more if she wanted to watch a documentary. Jack was more than happy to pick one they both wanted to see, particularly science ones.

Once they finished their meal Sam offered to clean up and put their leftovers away while he put in a movie or found one on TCM.

Sam walked into Gene Kelly and Debbie Reynolds singing with Donald O'Conner in raincoats. She grinned. "I love this movie."

"I knew that." Jack told her a little startled. He patted the couch next to him and casually put his arm around her shoulders once she was settled. He didn't know what kind of guy this Pete was but Jack was going to do everything he could to convince her that Pete couldn't hold a candle to what Jack had to offer. And as soon as he figured out what that was, he'd make his play.

In the meantime, he'd be her good, albeit slightly confused friend who she'd had sex with on a few occasions but apparently only when she wasn't in control of her faculties but not because she didn't want to. He'd feel like a creep for that if she hadn't made it clear that he'd been equally lacking in control of either situation. At the rate his memories were coming back he figured he had about two weeks to a month before he had to admit he remembered everything. In the meantime, he was going to do everything in his power to convince her he still wanted her so when he did remember why he'd rejected her, he could tell her what a stupid reason it had been.

A couple hours later the movie was over and she was still curled against him, fast asleep. You're supposed to be taking care of me not the other way around Carter. He thought as he nuzzled her golden hair gently. I'm pretty sure this is a thing though. He decided with a smile. That's why the take-out kid thinks you're my girlfriend. Because until probably a few months ago, you may as well have been. I must have really screwed up. He decided. What the hell was I thinking? Why did I let you go? Why did I make you go?

Her cell phone rattled on the table and Jack was pretty sure who it was. Probably pestering her to talk to him about how difficult she was making things for him. The phone rattled again and he glared at it. If it wasn't for his stupid broken leg he'd carry her upstairs and reacquaint her with what it felt like to be made love to by someone that had more taste than that boxed swill in her fridge. He loved her. He couldn't remember what he did for a living but he knew he loved her and that he had loved her for years now. The oddest part was he knew she loved him in return, that… they had some kind of fight abut it… or something. He couldn't remember but he'd tried to talk to her and something had gone wrong. Why could he remember that he loved her but not what led to them falling apart. Jack scrubbed at his eyes in frustration.

Sam stretched against him and snuggled in deeper. She was nearly in his lap at this point. Jack stifled a groan at the feel of her soft warm body pressed against his. "Carter," he said softly into her hair.

"Hmm…" came out a low purr as she shifted against him, pressing herself more tightly into his side.

"Wakey wakey Sam." He said chuckling. What would her boyfriend think of this if he walked in on them? Jack hadn't done anything. She was clearly asleep and her subconscious had taken command of her responses. She might be dating someone else but her body hadn't forgotten the feel of him either.

Warm lips nuzzled his neck and Jack restrained himself from taking advantage of her. Situation one was the boyfriend, He needed to go. Then Jack could focus on fixing them.

"Carter. It's time to go to bed." He said gently and stroked her cheek until a pair of soft blue eyes blinked at him in bewilderment. "The movie ended Sam. I should take my meds and go to bed." He told her.

"Oh, oh right." She said blushing and extracted herself from his arms, clearly embarrassed. "I'm sorry sir." She mumbled at him.

Jack decided to let it go for now. It would take a while to convince her that he was serious. Sam was queen of over thinking everything too. Jack smiled to himself. If the stuff he remembered was going to center around his knowledge of Sam Carter he could think of worse things for his currently empty head to be full of.