A/N: I am so terribly sorry for the long delay. I had a major case of writers block with all of my stories. I hope that this more than makes up for the delay.

Sam woke later that evening to the sound of her cell ringing. She managed to turn off her home phone and her pager, but forgot about her cell. This was a night that she didn't want to be disturbed.

"Hello?"

"Sam, its Janet, I need you to come into the base." Sam glanced at her alarm clock noting that it was only 2 am. She knew she had a few drinks and had managed to cry herself to sleep, but for Janet to call at 2 in the morning knew that something was important and needed her attention.

"Yeah I'm on my way." She hung up her phone and proceeded to get ready. She couldn't stop the feeling in the pit of her stomach that something had happened. She only hoped that it had nothing to do with Jack.

Once at the base, Sam dropped her coat at her lab and went to the infirmary to seek out Janet. She was in need of some aspirin and a strong cup of coffee but that would wait. Walking in, she saw Janet and General Hammond talking in a corner. Janet didn't notice that she had walked in until Sam called her name.

"Oh Sam, I'm glad you got here. I was getting worried."

"Well I am worried, what's going on?"

"I got a call from Dr. Thomas; he is the doctor in charge of Col. O'Neill at the Academy."

Sam could feel her heart jump into her throat; Janet was going to tell her that he was gone. "And what did he say happened?"

"Sam, Jack woke up."

"What, but how, they said he would never wake up. I don't understand. Why didn't you call me sooner?"

"They don't know why or how, all they know is that he did. I waited to call you because I wanted to run some tests, but also there is something that you need to know. The Col. is suffering from what is called retro grade amnesia; he remembers bits and pieces he knows where he is, but not when. And there's something else."

"What?"

"He only wants to see you; he doesn't want anyone else near him, not even me. He seems to think you two are involved."

"Oh."

"Sam I know this is hard, but we never thought that he would wake up, this is our miracle that we were looking for. If this is too much, you need to tell me."

"No Janet, its fine. May I see him?"

"I'll take you to him."

Sam followed Janet to the recovery room; it was a room that she had grown to hate. It was where Daniel died and where Jack lay near death before he blended with the Tork'a symboite, and where he also laid in a coma that Pete had caused. Now it was where she was going to see Jack, he was awake, he came back to her. It was all just too much to take in at once.

Sam squared her shoulders and made herself appear to be the good little solider that her dad had always prided her on. Now was the time that she had to prove to everyone that she could keep her feelings in check. As soon as she walked in, Jack noticed her and reached out his hand to her.

"Sam. You are a sight for sore eyes."

"You too Sir. I'm glad to see that you are doing better."

"What's this Sir Sam?" He then looked around and realized why she was so formal.

"Look, I know that you all mean well, but I want to talk to Carter alone. So please go away."

Janet took her cue and left along with the nurse that was in the room. Only Sam and Jack remained and now they were alone and Sam suddenly felt like she was back in high school and her boyfriend was asking her to Prom. Jack did not release his hold on her hand and in fact pulled it tighter when she tried to let go.

"I understand that I have missed the past few months."

"You have."

"I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"For not being there for you when you really needed me."

"It wasn't your fault. How could you have known what Pete was going to do to you?"

"I didn't, but I kind of asked for it when I told him about us."

"Us?"

"Yeah, that night we had a date planned for the Mona Lisa, I remember that much. He wasn't too happy about us. I'm sorry we didn't get our date."

"It's no big deal. As long as you get better, that is what matters."

She looked down at their joined hands and felt a twinge of guilt. He remembered their pretend date and figured that they were a couple. How could he remember that it was just a plan to draw Pete out? She held back the silent tears that threatened to fall from her eyes. This was so painful to watch, she had wanted to be with Jack but not if it was only to go along with pretend in order to help him remember the truth.

She felt his hand cup her face and a chill run down her spine. She was so out of practice at hiding her feelings from him, yet it felt good to have him back and be this near to her again. Sam lifted her eyes just enough to look at him and when their eyes met, she realized he knew how painful the past few months had been on her. She had no idea what was going on his head, she only hoped that she would find out.

Before she realized it, Jack was pulling her closer to him and leaning in for a kiss. When there were only a few inches of space between them, he whispered to her.

"I've missed you so much Sam."

"Me too Jack." And with those words he closed the gap and kissed her. It was soft and gentle, but there was so much feeling in that kiss, it released all the feelings Sam had been hiding for the past few months.

"I love you Samantha Cater."

"What?"

A/N: I know you all hate me by now. Hopefully soon it will be finished. Until then ENJOY! Reviews = faster uploads.