A/N: Just a little something that popped into mind.

'Are you sure this is what you want?' Sam asked tentatively. 'To retire, I mean.'

'She looked like you.' he murmured watching her watch their hands clasped on the bed by his hip.

'What?' she started softly her eyes moving up to focus on his.

'The girl Kanan went back for. She reminded me of you. That's why I can't really be mad at him. If he cared for her half as much as I care for you then I can understand why he did it. I'd do anything for you. Put a snake in my head. Hell, if you somehow ended up trapped in that hell-hole I'd walk straight back in there if it gave you even the slightest chance of escaping.'

'Oh Jack.' she breathed and clasped his hand a little tighter.

He smiled, a smile that just reached his eyes and lifted a little darkness from his features.

'So yeah, I'm sure that this is what I want.' He murmured his voice soft but steady.

'I'm sorry to hear that.' Hammond said announcing his presence.

'Sir.' Sam stood and snapped to attention at Jack's bedside, though her right hand was still nestled in Jack's.

'At ease, Major.' He said with a nod. 'I guess it's pretty clear who's been looking after this letter for the last two years then.' The paper crinkled slightly as he waved it towards them.

Sam blushed and nodded.

'I'd come up here to try to convince you not to go through with this but it seems your mind has been made up. Or should I say, both of your minds, by the looks of things.'

'Ya sure, ya betcha.'

'Yes, Sir.'

'Very well. Jack, you're a pain in the ass at the best of times but I'll be sorry to see you go. I have the paperwork sorted out in time for your discharge from the infirmary. That being said, you do seem to find your way back here after every time you retire. And our mutual grey friend does seem to have a particular preference for dealing with you.'

Jack smirked. 'Yes, Sir. You know me... happy to help save the galaxy any day of the week. Except Tuesdays.' He looked over at Sam. 'Tuesday seems like a good day for fishing, right?'

'Every week?' Sam asked.

'Well... Maybe every second week.'

Hammond chuckled and left the two to plan what might happen on the other days of the week for the rest of their lives.