Well, for those of you who like your chocolate in larger doses, here's a longer chapter. Since I've broken the story down into a series of short scenes, I'm trying to go for the emotions that keep plaguing their relationship- Go figure- and give them a greater depth romantically than they have in the series. Hence the reason that it's Alternate Universe format!

And, if you couldn't tell already, I'm an avid Sam and Jack shipper.

Sam was in her lab, studying the latest piece of technology that they had acquired from the Tok'ra. Unfortunately, her thoughts were on Jack. Why wouldn't he leave her thoughts?

She was hoping that by making up Pete Shanahan that Jack would have to confront his feelings for her. After all, that's what happened every time she saw him with Kynthia or Laira. Suddenly, she was forced to admit just how much she cared for him. And how much it would crush her if he didn't care for her.

Now, that didn't mean that it was easy for her to admit that. No, she had fought those feelings, stubbornly, but in the end, she gave up her feelings of stubbornness in that area of her heart.

Of course, that didn't mean that she had to advertise her feelings.

Nevertheless, she would be lying if she didn't admit to herself that she would never refuse a romantic relationship with Jack.

There was a knock on the door, and Sam turned around to find Jack. "Oh, hi Colonel."

"So, what's this doohickey?" He asked, stalling as he approached her workstation.

Oh, he was so close to her. His arm brushed hers and her heart fluttered.

"It's just one of the goa'uld communication devices. I'm studying it."

"Oh."

She was kind of disappointed that he didn't ask her any questions about it. It was really funny how much she liked explaining some of the phenomena that encompassed them in the SGC.

"Aren't you going to ask me what it does?"

He looked at her, and blinked in surprise. "Carter, I've seen one of these before, remember? Teal'c described it to us when we were on Apophis's ship."

"Right." She said.

Of course she remembered. After all, they should have been court-martialed after that mission. It had been Daniel's idea, and Jack had gone along with it. Then, he had asked her if she wanted to go with them. But since Jack asked her, she couldn't exactly say no. If they hadn't done what they did . . .

She shuddered to even think about that.

"Carter, are you feeling all right?"

She looked into his dark, chocolate-colored eyes. She felt her knees go weak and her heart flutter. Her eyes almost closed, anticipating a kiss or something.

"Carter?"

She opened her eyes, and the moment fled.

"I'm fine, sir. Just thinking about that mission. It was one of the more stressful ones."

He snickered. "Nothing like having the fate of the world on your shoulders and a court-martial awaiting your return."

"At least we won on both accounts."

"Well, we only won the last because there was no court-martial."

"Yeah, can you imagine telling our grandkids that we saved the world, but got kicked out of the military for doing it?"

Her face flushed when she realized her implication. Jack's bewildered face showed that he had caught her slip.

"Well, sir, I mean . . ."

Jack nodded. "I know what you mean. Not our grandkids, but our grandkids."

She nodded, but her heart screamed in contradiction. No, Jack, we're supposed to grow old together, and we're supposed to have lots of kids who have lots of kids!

There was an awkward pause, and Jack broke it. "Uh, Sam, there's something I wanted to ask you."

She looked up, hope entering her heart again.

"Yeah?"

"Do you . . . want to take a walk?"

Her heart began to sink, but she refused to lose hope altogether, so she fostered the tiny flame of hope that still flickered in her heart.

"Sure."

Well, there's chapter 5! Hope you enjoy! Now, just keep pushing the little button below, and you'll keep me and my muse happy! Hey, don't forget to put some ideas of what you want (nothing over a PG-rating, please!) to see happen in the next few chapters. My ideas are starting to wane . . .