Disclaimer: I own nothing but my own inspiration.
Author Notes: I really didn't intend to continue this story but the idea for the second part came so easily; I couldn't resist writing it out.
Thanks for the reviews :-) and much thanks again to Heloise for being the awesome beta she is.
And, lastly, before I forget, let's make the whole story post-S5. I'm going to fix the setting in the first chapter.
Sam wrapped herself up in his shirt and hugged it around herself. She walked to the window and looked out over the city. A small smile played on her face as she turned to look at the man sleeping soundly in her bed and then back to the window. She kept half-expecting to wake up and find that everything had been a dream.
Her mind wandered to the night before, the coffee they had shared after leaving the bar. They had talked for hours. And they had laughed. Oh it had felt so good to laugh with him again. It had felt so good to just be with him again, to sit there and talk and not worry about the rest of the world. She had missed that more than anything. Sam could talk to him like she couldn't with anyone else; they could tell each other everything.
Many things had changed over the years but others remained the same. The topics of conversation had changed with the current events, the goings on at the office and what little personal life they had. However, he was still as stubborn-headed when it came to his opinions as he had always been and she could still put up a good fight, irritate him and make him laugh.
There were new jokes to share, yet Jack's were still corny, Sam still laughed anyway and he still thought they were good. They had gone to a new coffee shop, closer to home. Somehow, that little fact gave Sam the most satisfaction. She would never admit it to anyone else, but the most wonderful feeling of all was that she knew there was nowhere else he should be.
Somewhere in the back of her mind she had known how the night would end. It wasn't planned, but it wasn't unexpected. There was just something about each of them that had always drawn the other in. Theirs was a damaged but unbroken bond, and one that they never had been able to ignore completely. Not that they had ever wanted to.
As her fingers traced the edge of the curtain, she heard him stir. He didn't say anything as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes and climbed out of bed. He joined her at the window, and wrapped her up in his arms. She relished in the feel of his embrace. There was nowhere else in the world she would rather have been.
They said nothing for a few moments, just enjoyed the glow of the morning sun and each other's presence.
"It's a beautiful morning," Jack said softly as he kissed her hair.
"That it is," Sam replied with a smile as she leaned to look at him and he smiled back at her.
fin.