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Rating: K

Reviews are, as always welcome. As far as I'm concerned this is the final chapter, but I may at some stage write a fluff ending for it...maybe not.

Jack hesitated before he knocked on the door in front of him.

"Come." Jack shifted slightly as he opened the door.

"Mr. President, thanks for seeing me on such short notice." Jack said as he seated himself in front of the President's desk.

"For you General O'Neill, I'd fly to Antarctica at the drop of a hat." The president closed the folder he had just finished reading and looked up at Jack, "Now, what is it that that required you to fly all the way from Cheyenne?"

"Well, you know that…thing…that General Hammond was always badgering you about?" Jack started slowly, he'd been mulling this conversation over in his head since he left the SGC, but he still hadn't worked out how to say it.

The President groaned, he'd feared this would be coming up soon, "The fraternization rules right?" he asked as Jack smiled sheepishly as he took a deep breath and launched into his speech.

"Mr President, I know what the rules entail, I've followed them since I was 17, when I was with Sara I found it hard to carry on a…normal relationship, with me being in black ops and going off on secret missions and coming home a nervous wreck, and not being able to talk to her about it." Jack paused as he took a breath, "With the SGC, it's even harder to carry on a normal relationship, sometimes your off-world for weeks sometimes even months at a time…and sometimes they don't come back at all." Jack paused again as The President looked thoughtful

"You don't get much of a social life outside of the SGC, and even if you try to have one you get called in at all hours of the night…and day…and when you get home all you can say is 'Classified'…the only people you can talk to, and develop a rapport with are those also at the SGC, the very same people we are forbidden from having any sort of relationship with." Jack finished his speech as The President tilted his head in thought and considered his words carefully before he spoke.

"You know General, I never quite looked at it like that, I just considered the SGC to be the same as any other branch of the military, but when you put it like that…it really does bring it home as to how hard it would be to have a 'normal' relationship." He paused, before he continued, "I'll grant you your request General, consider the fraternization rules between SGC military personnel void…effective immediately." Jack broke into a huge smile as he leapt up to shake The President's hand

"General, you wouldn't have happened to have made this rather impassioned speech for your own purposes?"

Jack felt the heat rising under his collar as The President smiled knowingly, "You better get back to your Colonel." He added as Jack gave him a shocked look, "Oh, c'mon General, I think everyone is aware of how you and Lieutenant Colonel Carter feel about each other."

"M…Mr President, if you think I…" Jack was halted as The President held up a hand to stop him.

"General O'Neill, think nothing of it." As Jack stood back and saluted The President, he turned on his heel, before halting and turning around slightly.

"Thank you, Mr President."

As Jack shut the door behind him, he didn't hear The President chuckling to himself, nor did he hear him pick up the phone and dial the last CO of the SGC.

"General Hammond, you know that bet we made when General O'Neill took control of the SGC…how much do I owe you?" The President nearly had to hold the phone from his ear as General George Hammond roared with laughter down the phone line.

Meanwhile…

"Daniel…where's J…the General?" Sam asked, trying to keep out all signs of nerves in her voice. Jack had dropped her at the SGC and then roared away on his car…two days ago!

Daniel shrugged as he dealt another hand out to Sam, "I've got as much of an idea as you do, Sam." He sighed as he looked at his hand, yet again, nothing worthwhile. "You want some more jell-o?" he asked as he indicated towards the dessert cabinet, which had just been filled.

They were both shocked when the door swung open and a rather smug looking General Jonathon "Jack" O'Neill stood in the doorway, his dress blues rather rumpled but the sight of him still caused her breath to hitch in her throat.

"General." Sam said, trying to keep her voice from catching.

"Daniel, can you…?" he virtually ignored Sam as he indicated that Daniel vacate his seat, looking between Sam and Jack a smile appearing on his lips as he picked up the cards and walked over to Jack, whispering so only he could hear

"Jack, you dog!" before he seated himself at one of the few empty tables

"Colonel." Jack said as he sat down next to Sam in the very crowded Commissary, well aware that most if not all eyes in the room were fixed on the both of them.

"General." Sam replied, 'Damn it, you've already done that part Sam!' she chastised herself as she saw Jack looking at her with desire in his eyes. He gave her a crooked grin before he moved swiftly and tilted her face to meet his in what was the most sensuous kiss that Sam had ever experienced.

Reality broke through as the room erupted in cheers and wolf whistles as Sam blushed and faced Jack with an accusatory glare.

"Sir, the consequences…" She was soon hushed as Jack placed a hand over her lips.

"There are no consequences Sam."

Awww :D Hoped you enjoyed this story. The original ending of this story was just Jack and Sam in her room...but it was boring, wanted to add some spice, hence it occurring in the commissary.