Hey guys, I'm SOOO sorry for the extreme delay in this chapter.

Life has been so hectic lately, i'm hoping I'll be able to get another chapter out soon. I have it all planned out in my head, but you know the cliche... the best laid plans...

But first, here's this one. Enjoy...

Her jaw dropped as the open door revealed a half naked man in a pink fluffy towel. He had frozen when he had heard the door click, his muscles tensing and sending a ripple across his bare back, she recognized him instantly, "Sir!" she stammered. Damn, he was not bad looking.

He spun around, "Carter!" he yelped, he was just as shocked as she was, as he tightened his grip on the towel that was hanging low on his waist against her wishes. The door clicked shut behind her and she was trapped. She was fighting two impulses, the first, the one she knew she should follow was to look away from him and his beautiful, mostly naked body. The other, much stronger impulse was to jump him where he stood. She stood frozen there, her jaw nearly hitting the floor as she imprinted the sight to her memory. He had a perfect six-pack she noted with way to much pleasure, watching his chest muscles tense and relax. The fluffy pink towel, which otherwise would have been very entertaining to her, still hung low on his waist. And there was a annoyingly sexy line of mostly grey hair leading down from his navel to... she fought to look away, she really did, but that was a lot easier said then done.

He gaped at her, the shock at her being there, in his room, while he was wearing nothing but a towel overwhelming him. Finally she spun around, tearing her eyes away from her CO's chest and staring at the door. The whole scene probably lasted a few seconds but he definitely would have noticed her hesitation to turn around.

"I'm sorry, Sir..." she started, "I guess they gave me the wrong room number, I'll just go back down and ask for another room and then... Jeez, I'm so sorry Sir," she said all in one breath, moving her hands around rapidly as she spoke. She knew she was rambling, but she couldn't stop, seeing her CO, whom admittedly she was more attracted to than she should be, wearing very little just a few hours after she had kissed him was sort of befuddling.

"Carter!" he shouted, interupting her long string of apologies, "Um... it's okay, just... um... just give me a sec to get dressed and we'll go down and get this problem fixed together."

"Yes, sir," was all she could say, she opened the door and exited the room giving him his privacy, or what little he had left. She leaned against the wall, could anything else possibly go wrong on this mission!

His mind was racing at a thousand miles per minute. 'Carter... room... towel.... kiss.... Carter here... me not dressed... Carter... Daniel... Carter... Me... Sam.'

He absently gathered his clothes and got dressed again as his thoughts started to make sense. He would go down with Carter and calmy explain the mistake, she would get another room, end of story. 'There, thats not a crisis, now is it Jack,' his inner voice said to him.

He wasn't really bothered by the fact that she had seen him practically naked, because honestly... they shared a locker room. What bothered him was the fact that there was a moment, just a short split-second moment, where he had wanted to grab her and kiss the living-daylights out of her. He sighed as he pulled his shirt over his head.

What kind of game was she playing anyway? Kissing him, then holding hands with Daniel, showing up to his room while he's half-naked while shes dating Daniel. 'Now Jack be fair, this wasn't her fault,' his inner voice intervened again.

'You're right,' Jack thought to himself, 'this is some higher being hell bent on torturing me in the most hideous way possible.'

He sighed again as he opened the door, finding Sam leaning against the wall. He tried to forget all the bitterness and resentment and erm... attraction he felt towards her right now and just be himself, just for this while, but it wasn't working out to well. He stood in the doorway for a moment, just watching her. He could tell she was deep in thought, her brows were furrowed together in concentration and her lips kept moving though no sound escaped them. Her blonde hair fell into eyes in a careless sort of way, and he had to fight a strong urge to brush the hair away and tell her how beautiful she was. He didn't know what he wanted from her right now, whether he wanted her to go away and never speak to him again or wanted to pull her back into the room and kiss her senseless, she was a frustrating miracle to him.

"Ready to go?" he asked her as the door clicked shut behind him.

She looked up at him, apparently she hadn't noticed when he left the room, "Uh... sure," she said, pushing off the wall and falling into step with her CO.

The short elevator ride was quiet and akward, he didn't know what to say to break the silence. He just kept focusing on anything but her, refusing to even look at her. He felt childish but he supposed he had a right to be, she was confusing the hell out of him and he wished she would just come right out and tell him everything so they could stop dancing around eachother, but that would just be too simple wouldn't it.

The silence between them was almost palpable. This had never been so hard before, they could always talk without really saying anything. She sighed as they stepped out of the elevator, the image of his half naked body kept flashing through her mind and it made it hard to focus on anything, including breathing. 'Breathe, blink, step. Breathe, blink, step,' she thought about each as she did it.

They walked up to the counter and looked around, "Hello?" Jack...erm... the Colonel said. "Anybody home?" he said as he rang the old fashioned bell on the counter top.

A girl walked out, not the same girl from before... what was her name? Oh, yeah... Nanna. The girl swiped blonde hair off her forehead and walked up to them, "Can I help you?" she asked with mock-sweetness.

"Uh...yeah. We uh... accidentally got booked to the same room," he said, gesturing between them but refusing to look at her. "So if you could give one of us a different room that would be great." She wondered if he was as frazzled as she was at the moment, his usual sarcastic self didn't seem to be here, he was just... normal. Which made her worried, very worried indeed.

"Alright," she said in the same sugary-sweet tone as before. She went to the computer, or something that looked like a computer, and typed in a few things. Sam impatiently tapped her fingers on the marble top of the counter. "I'm sorry, we don't seem to have any other rooms available."

Sam's eyes widened, "So... what are we supposed to do?" she asked.

"I'm sorry but theres nothing I can do," said the girl.

'Fantastic,' Sam thought sarcastically, 'I'm going to have to spend a whole night. In bed. With my annoyingly attractive CO. That I just kissed. That's just great.'

The colonel sighed, "Alright." he said through clenched teeth, "Good night."

He spun away from the counter and walked back to the elevator, Sam following in close step behind him. Great, what were they going to do now?

He impatiently hit the button on the elevator, of course they didn't have any other rooms, the universe was conspiring against him. "Ja-Sir," she said quietly and his eyes widened at her slip, "What are we going to do?"

"You're going to go to the room, I'm going to try something," he said, sounding more forceful than he had meant to. He had a plan. He did.

She seemed taken aback but she nodded slowly, "Yes sir."

When the elevator opened up he let her out, he watched her walk away without looking back as the elevator doors closed. He hit the button for the fourth floor because Daniel's room was on the fourth floor, floor four room five. As soon as the doors opened he rushed out until he found the room that Daniel had gotten. He knocked impatiently on the door, "Uh... Who is it?" Daniel's voice sounded, muffled by the door.

"Daniel! It's me! Open the door!" he shouted impatiently.

"Give me a sec!" Daniel shouted. The door opened, revealing a shirtless, sleep-worn Daniel. "What?" Daniel whined, sounding very much like an over tired teenager.

"Switch rooms with me," Jack ordered.

Daniel's eyes widened, "What? Why?"

"Carter and I got booked in the same room and there are no other rooms availabe," he explained quickly as Daniel's eyebrows rose, "Switch rooms with me," Jack repeated.

Daniel looked like he was in deep thought then a smile lit up his young face, "No," he said simply.

"What?" Jack half-shouted.

"No. I won't switch rooms with you Jack," Daniel said.

What the hell? 'She's your girlfriend!' Jack thought. This was so unfair, both of them were playing some sick, sick game. Jack laid his head against the door frame, "Why are you doing this to me Daniel?" he whined.

"Because," Daniel said, "you two have some issues to work out. You both need to talk about whatever it is that's got you into this bad mood and tonight would be a perfect time for you to do it." Jack raised his head up, opening his mouth to protest, "Don't even try to fight me on this Jack, you two have been acting odd all day since she kissed you. And nothing I say is going to fix this, this is between you and Sam. Work it out," Daniel said throwing his hands around in the air as he spoke.

"But," Jack said.

"Work it out." Daniel repeated and letting the door swing shut and leaving Jack standing in the hallway gaping at the pink door in front of him.

Sam climbed into the steamy shower and wondered. She wondered what his great idea was. She wondered what he was thinking right now. She wondered why he had been acting odd before she kissed him. She wondered why he had walked away. She wondered what his feelings toward her were. She wondered what she had done to deserve this hell.

He was so frustrating, couldn't he just tell her what was going on? Ugh, her thoughts became jumbled as she stepped away from the warm water and pulled the pink towel off of the rack and tied it around her body. She felt goosebumps prickle on her skin as she walked back into the room to find her clothes, as she shivered in the seemingly cold air, she decided to stop wondering, because no matter how much she wondered, she still had no answers.

He stormed back into the room without thinking and the first sight he saw was an angel. Okay... Carter, but for a second he thought it was an angel. Her bare back covered with goosebumps was a welcoming sight and he had to restrain himself from trying to warm her up. Which admittedly was not an easy ask. Then he saw the pink towel, his eyes traveled down to see the bare legs and back up before he gasped, "Jesus, Carter!"

He stared for a second more as she turned to face him, he spun around to avoid being caught, 'Note to self: establish knocking system.'

"Sir!" she yelped pulling the towel closer around her body.

"Um..." he started,"I'll...um... I'll wait outside while you... uh... yeah..." he said. 'Damn, she shows a little skin and shes got me all confused,' he thought.

He threw open the door and stepped outside, he slid down to the floor against the wall and burried his head in his hands trying to stop the image of his angel from flashing across mind.

"Well this isn't exactly what I had in mind when I booked her in the same room as you," he heard a rather feminine voice say.

He looked up, Nanna. "You? You did this?" he said.

"Yes, I did," she replied unashamedly, "I didn't expect you to be sitting outside right now though."

He glared at her, "Can you transfer my room? Or hers?" When she gave him a look he continued, "Nothing would be happening tonight anyways."

"Is that right?" she said, sliding down next to him.

"Yes thats right," he grumbled, regardless of what he wanted she was dating Daniel. Oh and not to mention military regulations didn't really support his train of thought.

"Well," she said, "there was nothing I could have done anyways, all other rooms really were booked. I just... shifted the cards in your favor."

He continued to glare at her, "So what am I supposed to do now?" he asked her.

She looked at him, "What you do know is up to you, but don't screw up Jack. Don't screw up."

"Gee, thanks a lot," he said sarcastically.

"Your welcome," she said with a knowing smile as she patted his knee, "Now go get her, Jack."

With that she stood and left him in the hallway, he shook his head as he watched her go, "Hey," he heard another feminine voice from the other side of him. He turned to look at her, his angel... erm... lets just pretend he didn't just call her that, "I'm all done changing, you can come back now," her voice was soft as she spoke and he found himself drawn to it.

He stood up without speaking and followed her in. He was silent for a moment just looking around the room, 'Why on earth... or erm... not earth, did everything have to be pink?' he thought. "I'm," he cleared his throat, "I'm sorry for um... walking in on you earlier."

She blushed a little but shrugged, "I guess we're even now," she said with a small smile on her face.

He smiled a little, "Yeah, I guess you could say that."

She climbed onto the bed, pulling the covers back and he had to look away, he had to admit that it was very hard to keep his mind away from rather... tempting scenarios at the moment.

"So how did it go?" she asked.

"What?" he asked, thoroughly confused.

"You... uh... you said you were going to try something?" she said.

"Oh," he sighed, "yeah... that didn't go as planned," he said, and she giggled. Oh that giggle. She shouldn't giggle. It made him think of things he shouldn't. She cocked her head towards him, and he looked at her. She looked so sweet, so... beautiful, damn why did she have to be beautiful. Nanna's words rang through his mind then, 'don't screw up Jack. Don't screw up.' He wished then that there was a instruction manual for this, how was he supposed to fix this, how could he not screw up? He sighed and grabbed a pillow off the bed, laying it on the floor, then grabbing the top blanket he laid himself down on the cold floor next to the bed. A few seconds later her face appeared above his, "Sir, what are you doing?"

"Sleeping, Carter," he replied, she rolled her eyes at him.

"I mean what are you doing on the floor?" she clarified.

"I'm trying to be a gentleman," he answered.

Her eybrows rose, "Um... That seems kind of stupid."

His eyebrows mimicked hers, "Stupid?"

"Well, what I mean is... Why sleep on a cold, hard floor when you could just as easily be in nice, warm bed?" she said.

'Just as easily?' he thought bitterly. He continued to stare at her, "Come on Sir, its not like we're breaking any regulations just sleeping in the same bed."

'Yes but I'm sure your boyfriend won't be pleased,' he thought, then again... Daniel had pretty much forced him into this situation. "Fine," he said throwing her the blanket and then laying the pillow back on to the bed.

Sam was pleased he had agreed. Not for the reasons one would think though, she really was just concerned for his well being, sleeping on the floor for a whole night is not fun. Okay well maybe she wasn't just concerned for his well being but it was a major factor.

So much had happened today that her head was still spining from it all, it would be nice to sleep for a while. She flicked the switch on the lamp next to her, sending the room into darkness, she snuggled under the covers and let her head the pillow, she felt it when he climbed into the bed and heard the rustle of sheets as he moved around to get comfortable.

"Good night Sir," she whipsered into her pillow.

"Sweet dreams Carter, sweet dreams," he said quietly.