A/N: Alright, people, here it is... The last chapter. I found it hard to think of an end for the story, but after some thought, I decided to go this way... Let me know what you think.

Disclaimer: After all this time, no, I don't own Stargate SG-1. But this FanFic is all mine.

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Chapter 19

- SGC

Sam put on her jacket. She was tired, and desperate to get home.
She was in no condition to drive, but she had convinced Janet to let her leave if she took at least a week off. Luckily her wounds turned out not to be very serious, thanks to the help of the Largonian villagers.

Her taxi had already arrived, and she was moving towards the elevator with a slight limp, despite the painkillers she had been put on.

However, she stopped in front of a door, not sure what to do, but unable to walk past.
She sighed and gave a short knock.

'Come in.'

She opened the door, and entered Logan's temporarily assigned quarters.

Sam gasped when she saw him standing with his back turned to her. He must have just taken a shower, because he was in his underwear. His hair was wet, a towel in his hand, and the bandages on his leg were just freshened.

But what caught her eye most was the large burn on his back, the first time she got a proper look at it. It really looked like a tattoo, and most people wouldn't be able to tell what it really was. A mark of ownership. Humiliation.

'I'm sorry.' She stammered.
'I didn't want to…'

Logan turned around.

'Sam.' He smiled.
'I wasn't expecting you. Forgive my attire, I was just…' He pointed towards the bathroom.
'Should I have known you'd stop by, I would have worn the one with the little hearts on it.' He referred to his boxers.

Then he noticed the look still on Sam's face.
He turned around again and took a sachet from the nightstand.

'You know they already want me to get counselling.' He said more seriously, as he beckoned her closer.

She removed her jacket, revealing a delicate white blouse, and moved towards him.

He handed her the sachet, which was filled with a clear liquid, and turned his back towards her again.

'It's a lotion, Janet told me to apply it on the burn daily. But it's a little out of my reach… Would you mind…?'

Sam looked at the large black lines on Logan's back.

'No… no off course not.'

She ripped the sachet open and took some lotion into her hands. Then she massaged it softly onto the burn.

'Thanks…' Logan's voice trailed away as Sam rubbed the lotion in.
'You think you need counselling?' Sam picked up after she'd finished.

Logan took the sachet from her and placed it back on the nightstand. Then he took something else.

'Not really.'

He toyed with the object before he handed it to Sam.

'The only thing left in the acid-tank.' Logan said.

Sam knew how he killed K'Lel, they all heard it during the debriefing. She looked at the golden symbol in her hand.

'I'm the only one with this mark now, Sam. It doesn't stand for what it used to stand for. It's mine now.'

He took the symbol back and placed on a cabinet by the door.
Then he walked back to Sam.

'Not that I don't enjoy your company, because I do… But was there a reason for you to stop by?'

Sam looked at the man in front of here, still in his underwear, and flushed a little.

'I… I think we should talk.'
'We should?'
'About… what happened on P3X-747.'
'Like I said, Sam. They are trying to get me to talk about it, but I don't have any problems. Unless…' He sounded concerned now.
'Do you… I mean, if you need to talk, I'm here for you.'
'No, that's not what I mean.' Sam said.
'I'm talking about what happened by the lake.' Her face reddened slightly more.

Logan's face lightened up in realisation…

'Ah... So you want to talk?'
'I want you to know that what I did…I don't know why I did it.'
'You don't?'
'Well… I just wanted to… But I know nothing can come of it. I don't even know if you feel the same, hell, I don't even know how I feel, for that matter. But that's not the point,'
'It's not?'
'No. The point is, we're team-mates, it shouldn't have happened, it's only confusing and embarrassing, and I'm feeling very foolish right now-'
'We're not team-mates.' Logan interrupted her.
'What?' Sam responded confused.
'I was only temporary assigned to SG-1, Sam. After the debriefing, General Hammond came up to me. Now that I have some experience in the field, and based on Jack's recommendation, he already wants me to take command of SG-2.'
'He… what?'

Logan laughed.

'Yeah, it's going a lot faster then I could have thought. But anyway, what happened by the lake happened. I don't regret it. I enjoyed it. You just did what felt right, and I respect that.'
'You…' Sam was confused. She didn't expect him to react this way.

Logan came closer to her and took her by her waist.

'And if you don't mind… I think I'm going to do the same.'

The next thing she knew, Logan closed in and placed his lips on hers. All thoughts escaped her head as she kissed him back, every objection gone.
All she could think about was his body against hers. Her arms around him. All she wanted was to seize this moment, and yet a tiny voice began to nag in the back of her head.

'Logan, wait.' She broke of the kiss.
'I don't know what I want… I mean, I know what I want right now, but what about tomorrow?'
'Listen. Me neither. All I know is what feels right at this moment. Let's worry about tomorrow in the morning.'

His reasoning silenced that voice in an instant.
Smiling, she kissed him again.

'Well if you put it that way…'

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