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Chapter 6: Missing you.

It had been a month. A whole month since Sam had laid eyes on Jack. Her last sight of him had been of his naked back retreating quickly into his bedroom. Apart from desperately wanting to see him, her life was just peachy.

Janet had noticed something was up, if only because the four friends hadn't been out for dinner for 7 weeks straight.

"Okay, 'fess up." Leaning against the island which stood between herself and Sam, Janet gave her friend a knowing stare.

"What?"

"Something is wrong. Ever since that mysterious hot date you had last month, actually."

The only response was the shake of a blonde head.

"Sam; Daniel says that Jack is being an ass. More so than usual. Children have been going home crying. Which means it's something to do with him. I'm going to put two and two together and guess that he was the hot date. Am I right?"

The look on Sam's face was enough of an answer. Resigning to her fate, Sam shifted on her stool and leaned forwards on her elbows, then recited the whole story, tears falling as she finished:

"I haven't seen him for a month Janet. A month! And I miss him so much; I can't believe that it hurts like this. Most of the time I don't want to get up out of bed. At work, I stay locked up in my lab-"

"-I've noticed."

"Yeah."

"Honey, Jack O'Neill loves you." The startled expression on Sam's face was comical, and Janet snorted. "You obviously hadn't realised that."

"Realised it? Janet it's not true. He can't be..be...be in love with me. For goodness sake, this is Jack we're talking about. He flits from one girl to the next as if-"

"-as if he doesn't want to get attached?" Janet prodded. At Sam's nod she continued. "And have you ever wondered why a guy like Jack; attractive, available, kind, loving; has been free and single for most of fifteen years? Even though he's had plenty of offers; plenty of women to warm his bed?"

"Well, he is related to Malcolm-"

"-but he's nothing like Malcolm, Sam. He asked me never to tell you this. Last week, he came to see me." Sam looked startled again. "He said he missed you. That he didn't know what to do without you. It seems quite clear to me that he's never had a proper relationship because he has always been hung up on you."

"He came to see you?"

"Well, why not?" Sam gave her a look.

"Ok, well, he came to see Daniel, and I just happened to be behind the door. But so what? Sam, the guy adores you. All you have to do is visit him once and he'll forgive you. Easy as pie." She could see her friend was too stunned to talk, so she pressed a hand to her shoulder and smiled.

"Just got talk to him." Sam could only nod mutely.

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Of all the people that could have turned up at his door, Sam Carter was the last person he expected. But she was there. Baby blue jeans, black t-shirt, hair pulled back and even as he recognised that she looked just as beautiful as ever, he could also see something else.

"Sam, you look like hell," his voice was gruff and unwelcoming, but even though she flinched slightly, it didn't seem to scare her off.

"Can I come in?" he answered by standing back slightly and extending an arm behind him towards the sitting room.

Sitting edgily on the couch, she remembered the last time she was sitting in this exact place. As if sensing her thoughts, he sat on the easy chair to her right, staring at a point somewhere over her shoulder.

"Jack?" making sure she had his attention, she continued. "I thought maybe…um…that we should, you know, talk about what happened, or something."

He raised a non-committal eyebrow.

"Oh, come on Jack, throw me a bone here."

"Throw you a bone?" he asked. He could feel the anger he had held in at their last meeting bubble to the surface. "Why the hell should I throw you a bone? You're the one that left, Sam."

"Yes, but…"

"I think you should leave."

"Again?"

"Again."

"Fine, if that's the way you want to play it." She got up, walking towards the door. Then she stopped and spun around.

"No."

"No?" He stood, moving towards her. "God dammit woman, I wasn't asking you, I was telling you, so get the fuck out of my house." His voice was a low growl. Having never seen him so angry, Sam backed up a step. But she knew why she had knocked on his door and sat on his couch. She was there for a reason.

"No. Janet told me what you said to Daniel." His eyebrows went up again, in question.

"She said…"her voice wavered as he stared vacantly at her. "She said that you said….that you loved me. That you missed me." Her confidence grew with every word. He could have nothing to say to that, she thought. But he surprised her.

"Actually, I haven't seen Daniel or Janet since that dinner at the Italian place we had over a month ago." His answer was so unexpected her mouth dropped open in surprise. "But, let's just say I did have this conversation with Daniel. What would you wanna say to me? That I was stupid, that I had no right to feel that way? That you would never feel like that about me?" As his words grated out, he walked forward so that she was backing towards the door. With his last words he had pushed her so that her back was pressed against it. She could feel his breath on her face, and no matter how angry she wanted to be, she was scared, and, to her annoyance, tempted to jump him right there. His head was tilted to the side, and she realised he was waiting for an answer. She shook her head, no. The eyebrow went up again.

His lips were on hers so quickly she didn't have chance to say anything else. All she could do was give him as good as she was getting. He raised her off the ground and her legs wrapped around his hips. One of them groaned, but Jack had no idea if it was him or her. He just knew that he had missed her, and that he would really need to thank the doc later.

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