Life´s just so crazy right now. Guess I just needed a "slap" on my face to get this finished. Thanks MajorSam.

-Lia

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It had not been a problem to find volunteers when Hammond had announced that SG-1 was late in reporting in from the prearranged contact.

The marines had smirked bemusedly at the missing team, knowing their reputation for getting trouble. Colonel Dixon had interrupted the playful banter and three rescue teams had been sent through the gate.

But there had been no sign of them. The falling snow had covered all the tracks long time ago. Not wanting to give up on them, they had come back and then returned to the icy planet over and over again, until General Hammond´s order had forced them to stay still and watch the iris slid shut for the last time.

The Tok´ra had been contacted and they had responded immediately. Jacob Carter had stepped through the gate, ready to lead the rescue mission to get his daughter and the others back, only to hear that there wasn´t going to be another mission.

SG-1 had been officially declared MIA.

It had been Thor who had offered them a solution. The grey alien had beamed down into the middle of the briefing, offering them a ship to use for a rescue mission. He owed them that much.

"I can not come myself." The grey alien had spoken. "But I do have all the confidence in for General Carter and Doctor Fraiser to bring them home." And with that one sentence, the little alien had let them know who he was accepting for the mission.

Janet had quickly requested some personal leave and with quick arrangements made with her daughter, she had packed up medical supplies, clean clothes and blankets before she was beamed into the small Asgard ship that was waiting in orbit.

And then she had been left alone with Jacob Carter, for a seven long days.

"She can be really strong-minded." Jacob chuckled to the others.

"You´re telling me?" Jack looked shocked. "God, you have no idea what I have gone through while lying wounded and helpless in the infirmary in her mercy."

"She was..." He turned to look at Janet, his eyes twinkling. "Well, you were kinda..."

"Pain in the mikta?" She offered sweetly.

"Your words, not mine." The old general chuckled.

Three days had passed now since SG-1 had been rescued from the icy planet and their wounds were slowly healing. They were only a half way home. It would take a few more days to reach the first planet with the gate that would take them back to Earth.

Sam Carter sat next to Jack, leaning her back against the wall, knees pulled up against her chest. She fought to keep her eyes open but the sleep was slowly winning the battle.

"You okay?" He asked softly when she leaned her head back against the wall and moved slightly closer to him to find a more comfortable position.

"Im fine." She replied, her voice heavy with sleep.

He frowned a little at her favourite answer and she opened her eyes to look at him, a soft smile playing on her lips. "I really am fine."

"Right." He sounded skeptical to her.

She sighed softly and leaned again a little closer to his side and he fought against the urge to wrap his arm around her shoulders and pull her closer to him.

"How are you feeling, sir?" She asked opening her eyes again and turning her head to look at him.

"Better now."

She gave him a smile that he knew was always meant only for him. It wasn´t one of those big grins she gave him when she was excited about something. It wasn´t those smiles she smiled when he said something amusing. It was a simple smile that told him that she too was feeling better now when he was there, right next to her. That she always would feel better when he was close.

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Space was cold. Inside the small ship it was nice and warm, but the darkness outside wasn´t comforting.

Her sleep was restless. Disturbing dreams filled her mind, not allowing her to have the rest she craved. She felt cold, even curled under blankets, resting in a comfortable bed that was made for her. It was dark around her. The silence was broken only by the soft breathing of the others who were sleeping.

A frustrated sigh left her lips.

She was tired.

She glanced longingly to where he was sleeping, lying on his side. The darkness covered his face, the dim light coming from somewhere further didn´t quite reach him, leaving him in the shadows.

Daniel and Janet were sleeping close to each other, and for a short moment she envied them. There was no reason for them to hide their feelings. They were so in love that she knew they would be together for the rest of their lives. There was nothing in any world that would keep them apart. The Death itself had tried, and failed. Daniel had always come back to her.

She wanted that too. To feel and to love the way they did. She turned on her side to look at the man for whom she felt so much more than she was allowed. And she hated the military for keeping them apart.

Deciding against everything she was taught to believe, against the rules she was taught to follow, she left her bed and moved quietly to where he was lying. She made no sound when she slipped under the blankets and moved closer to him, her back pressed against his chest.

He was still sleeping when his arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her even more close to him if possible and she felt better, safer and warm again. His hand came to rest against her stomach, under her breast and she closed her eyes, trying to think anything but the feel of his hand. And finally she let herself drift into a deep sleep.

But no matter how deep her sleep was, it was still filled with flashes of the man who had wrapped her in his arms. Her eyes snapped open and it took a moment for her to remember where she was. Sighing in relief she lifted her hand on her face, feeling the wet tears she had shed in her sleep.

"Damn it." She whispered into the darkness and brushed the tears away with her hand.

Jack moved against her, nuzzling his face against her neck in his sleep in order to find a comfortable position. She sighed and let her eyes fall closed again. He felt good, strong, safe, familiar.

Her nightmares were probably only memories of what had happened. Janet had explained it, how the human mind protected the person. She didn´t remember being beaten and tortured. She didn´t remember the coldness and hunger. The fear and despair.

And she didn´t remember making love to Jack O´Neill. His arms around her, his warm breath dancing against her skin just felt familiar. Felt good and felt right. And she thought it was because she had dreamed about him for so long.

What she remembered of the past weeks was not much. It was expected, and it should come back slowly in time, Janet had told her. And she believed her.

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