"Boyfriend? Boyfriend!" she looked shocked, but even more obvious was the anger rising in her as her face heated and her fists clenched. "With all due respect, sir," she said, her tone way past insubordination, "what the hell are you talking about?"

He hadn't wanted to do this, to get into this fight with her. He had wanted to be the good friend, the detached commanding officer. 'So much for that,' he thought.

"Don't play dumb Carter! It doesn't suit you!" he replied in equal anger and frustration. How could she do this to him? To Daniel? How could she pretend she doesn't know what he was talking about like she is? Her fake ignorance was baiting him.

She jumped off the bed and stood in front of him, "I'm not playing anything!" she shouted, "What boyfriend are you talking about 'cause I'd sure like to meet him!"

"Stop it! I know okay! I saw you two talking, I saw you kiss him!" he retaliated, he was more furious than he had ever been with her. He couldn't remember feeling this angry in a long time. Who was she to think she could mess with him like this?

"You know what? Kiss who!" she screamed at him. 'Oh, that's right, just keep pretending. Don't make me say it, Carter. Don't make me say his name,' he thought heatedly.

"And then you went and kissed me even though you clearly love him!" Jack continued to mutter angrily about her and what she had done behind her boyfriend's back.

"Who? Who are you talking about?" she screeched as tears stung in her eyes. What the hell was he doing? Who could he possibly be talking about? If she had a boyfriend it was news to her, she gnashed her teeth together to keep in all the horrible names she wanted to call him right now. All things aside, regardless of her feelings of absolute loathing and love for the man, he was still her commanding officer.

"Daniel!" he shouted, his eyes flashed as he threw his arms into the air in pure frustration. Her jaw dropped and for a second she just gaped at him in complete shock. But after a moment, after the numb of shock had washed away, she acted without thinking and her hand swiped across his face before she could stop it and she heard with great satisfaction the loud smacking sound and his cry of pain. He nearly stumbled with the force of the blow but managed to stay upright, his hand flying to his cheek which now had a red handprint painted on it.

Her thoughts whirled around in her head, 'Daniel! He thinks I love Daniel! How in the... Where the...' all reasoning flew out the window and she could barely complete her thoughts let alone sentences, but that didn't stop her from tearing him apart.

"How dare you!" she shouted, "Daniel is not my boyfriend!" she screamed.

"How dare I! Stop lying!" he retailated, his hand still nursing his sore cheek.

She started pacing, pinning him with an angry stare, "Daniel has not ever, nor will he ever, be my boyfriend, lover, or anything other than my best friend," she screeched. There was a pause where he seemed to absorb that she actually wasn't lying.

"He's... he's not your boyfriend," he repeated slowly trying to comprehend what she was saying.

"No! You stupid, selfish bastard!" She punctuated each word with a violent shove against his chest, until he fell onto the bed, his eyes wide and before she could put up that mental block that was always there, stopping her from saying all she really felt, she was shooting a string of insults and curses at him. She stood, looming over him, hurtful words were flying from her mouth at a million miles per minute and her hands moving through the air rapidly, accusingly. "You... you... You ignorant son of a bitch," she shouted, her voice raw and angry as livid sobs ripped through her, "Daniel! You think I'm with Daniel!" she laughed, a hollow sound that made him cringe. She didn't even know what she was saying anymore, she was shouting, screaming, tearing him apart, because he deserved it... he deserved it. "I can't believe you! I really can't believe you! What the hell is wrong with you? Oh wait I know already, don't I? You're a shallow, idiotic jackass who wouldn't understand a feeling if it was staring him right in the face!" he looked as though he was about to say something but she didn't stop, she couldn't stop, "Well let me tell you something Jack, I haven't even dated since I met you!" His stunned expression hurt her more than she could say, "And you're one to talk about going behind peoples backs, when you were with Kynthia and Lara and all those other girls!"

She chucked a pillow at his head with as much force as she could muster, he threw up his hands to block it, "Hey! That's not fair!" he shouted, about to explain himself, he stood.

"Shut up!" she shouted, she didn't want to hear it, "Just shut up!" She threw a punch at him he just narrowly avoided, he caught her arm in his hand and she attempted to throw another punch at him with her left hand but her caught that arm too.

She wanted to hurt him, she wanted to hurt him like he hurt her, she brought her knee up to hit his groin but he blocked her, spinning her around and shoving her onto the bed, pinning her down there. "Carter! Stop!" he cried.

He straddled her waist his legs trapping hers, his hands holding her arms down as she struggled against him, "Get off me!" she screeched as she struggled against his tight grips.

"When you calm down," he shouted.

"Let me go!" she continued to struggle against him, "No! Don't touch me!" she screamed, her tears falling harder, "Get off me! I hate you!"

He froze, she hated him. His grip lessened and he rolled off her, his face visibly paler.

She jumped off the bed like it was lava, running out of the room as fast as her legs would allow not looking back, she had to get away from him.

He simply stared at the door. She hated him. He couldn't seem to comprehend that one little sentence.

She wasn't dating Daniel, she wasn't dating at all, and she hated him.

He didn't know how long he stared at the door, the stupid pink door, it could have been hours or just minutes, but it seemed an eternity.

It was never supposed to go this far. And whatever 'Don't screw up' meant he thought he had done just that. 'Ugh, way to go O'Neill,' he thought to himself.

He had to go talk to her. He had to tell her... he didn't know what he had to tell her but he just had to talk to her.

Don't ask him why... he couldn't tell you if he tried. He got up and walked out of the room to the one place he knew she would be.

She didn't know what she was doing until she knocked frantically on the door, on Daniel's door.

"Who's there?" a sleep worn Daniel chimed.

"It's me," she said, her voice raw.

He knew something was wrong, he could hear the hysterics in her voice, the door opened quickly, "Sam?" he asked, his eyes widening upon seeing her.

"Daniel," she sobbed. His eyes roved over her and he tugged her inside, letting the door close behind them.

"What happened?" he asked, holding her shaking hands in his.

"Jack..." she started but her words were unintellegible as she continued to cry.

"Shhh, it's okay," he pulled her to him, her face buried in the crook of his neck as she cried. He hugged her close, his fingers running through her hair as he tried to calm her, "Shh, you're okay."

Finally, her breathing evened, he pulled away from the hug, ignoring the fact that his t-shirt was soaked through. His eyes searched hers as he led her to the bed so they could sit, "Do you want to tell me what happened?" he asked quietly, brushing the tears off her cheeks with his thumb.

She explained, she told him everything, about what Jack had thought was going on between them, about how she had screamed at him, about what she had thought of when she looked at that flower that they had kissed under, about everything she had felt over the past two days. Daniel listened, saying nothing, but she could tell he was getting angrier and angrier with Jack as she spoke.

"What made him think we were... together?" he asked, his voice soft and caring.

"I don't know... I," there was a knock at the door. They both turned to look at it, shocked at the intruding sound.

"It's me!" Jack's voice sounded, muffled by the door. Daniel watched as Sam stiffened, she shook her head no, wiping at her eyes.

"Go away, Jack!" he shouted back rudely, hoping Jack would just for once do as he asked.

"Daniel open the damn door!" Daniel looked to Sam, it was her choice. She knew it was her choice and yet she didn't know what she wanted. Did she want to see him again? Did she want to shoot him on sight? She found that both answers were a yes at the moment but seeing as she lacked a gun she went for the former. Slowly, ever so slowly she nodded and Daniel stood, walking towards the door.

He only opened it a little, blocking the space there was with his body.

"Hello Jack," Daniel said, his tone cold and nothing like the voice he had used with Sam just moments ago.

Jack noted his soaked through shirt and the gruff coldness to Daniel's tone, knowing in that instant that he had been right, that Sam was here. "Daniel I need to talk to her," he said.

"Oh you do, do you?" he asked, his tone still harsh.

"Yes I do," he begged, "Please, I have to..."

"Don't you think you've done enough!" Daniel interupted.

"No," Sam said, her hand appearing on Daniel's shoulder, "It's okay," she said, "I want to hear what he has to say."

Daniel looked from her face to Jack and back again, and Jack saw the protective side of Daniel in that look, the side of him that would shoot Jack if he hurt Sam anymore than he already had. He wasn't sure if he should be terrified or proud of that side of Daniel, of the side he was sure he had a part in creating, he settled for being decidedly wary of it.

He knew that they were telling each other something, not saying a word, just communicating with looks. She nodded at Daniel, ending their silent conversation. "I'll be right outside," he said and then he stood away letting Jack pass by him into the room. As Jack passed by him, he felt a hand enclose around his arm, he turned to look at Daniel, "Don't screw this up," he said with more menace in his voice than Jack would have thought possible from him.

He had said it just quiet enough that Sam hadn't heard, "I don't plan on it," Jack replied and he felt the hand let go of his arm. The door clicked shut leaving them alone in a room almost identical to their own. He looked around the room, at the dis-sheveled sheets on the bed, at the lamps that gave a slightly pink glow, at the pink floor with an even pinker design, at anything but her.

Crap, what did he say now?

A/N: Okay that's it for now. Sorry that took so long but I just wanted to get this fight as perfect as possible. Hopefully it meets everyone's standards. And sorry for leaving it on another cliff hanger... the next chapter should be the last and I hopefully wont take too long with it.

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