"Alright Daniel, that's enough" Jack stated as he approached Daniel inside one of the long tunnels of the town entrance. He was sleepily rubbing his eyes as he paused between writing notes and holding the light up to read the writing on the walls.

"Uhuh Jack, just give me a minute" he muttered as he double checked an engraved marking to a symbol he had previously seen and sketched into the note book.

"No more minutes, it's Carter's shift and I need you to get some sleep so you can take the morning shift" he ordered clapping his hands together.

"I know I just need to get this down so I don't lose my place" he explained as he sketched the miniscule difference between the two symbols.

"Chop chop, you're already over tired" he rushed him and Daniel groaned at him for it.

"Jack, why can't you be reasonable?" Daniel asked as he placed a marker next to the point he was stopping at and placed his book down.

"I'm reasonable, I gave you an extra hour didn't I" he grinned and Daniel rolled his eyes as Jack steered him out of the tunnel and over to their camp. Daniel stumbled over to his sleeping bag and lay down heavily, exhaustion overtaking him. As soon as Jack was content that he was sleeping, he approached Sam.

He would have just woken her and then gone to his own sleeping post but there was something about the look of her that kept him from waking her. He briefly looked over his shoulder to check on Daniel, who was now fast asleep, and then he sat down beside her. She looked peaceful and somewhat innocent. He'd seen her sleep before and had never really given any thought to how fragile the Major looked in her rest.

His eyes were drawn to her chest, where that morning he'd seen her cleavage delicately masked by the lace of her blouse.

She was a woman.

He'd always known this and had rather liked the way she over compensated to appear stronger so she could mix with the men. Her military bravado helped him accept that the pretty Major was merely his second in command and nothing more. But something about that outfit and the way she was sleeping took him by surprise. Carter was a woman. And in that moment he realized he didn't want to lose her. After this morning he didn't think he could bear losing someone else close to him. Another woman, another love.

He wanted to let her sleep but at the same time he couldn't help but wake her, just to see and hear her reaction. Watch as she groaned and cursed at being woken and all the while he would just grin at his minute accomplishment. He smiled, as he knew that only he got to piss off Samantha Carter and get away with it. Only he, as she was his.

"Carter" he whispered into her ear and watched as her eyelids twitched at the sound.

"Carter" he whispered again, drawing out the word. He smiled as the muscles in her cheek pulled at her lips ever so slightly and revealed a hint of a smile.

"CARTER!" he finally yelled into her ear, making her jolt out of her sleep and switch into her military training. Jack only just avoided the collision of her fist as he jumped up, but he wasn't fazed. He laughed as she realized her situation and relaxed momentarily before the sudden jolt of adrenaline left and she felt the tiredness.

"Sir!" she scowled as she rubbed her eyes

"Sorry Carter, it's your shift" he smiled and she groaned as she kicked her way out of her sleep. I didn't take her long to realize he was watching her as she tied up her bootlaces.

"Sir?" she asked as she pulled her pants leg down over the boot "aren't you going to sleep?"

"Not tired yet" he shrugged as he handed her her weapon "and I wanted to see some more of the town at night, figured you'd be able to tell me what area's actually have lighting"

"Oh, right" she smiled getting up "well I was studying the main power source earlier and found that they actually had a log of all the systems and what systems are still functional. If you'd like I could show you sir" she offered and he smiled

"I would like that very much Carter"

-Far end of town-

"As far as I can tell this is section D of subdivision 4" I explain to the colonel as I open the doors to the large, open roofed laboratory where I can only assume they studied herbology, taxonomy or biology. This room is littered with so many different plantlike and specimens of this world. I can only assume this was where they studied the races and cultures of this planet. Whoever 'they' were.

"This room indicates that the inhabitants of this town where not aware of the different life forms of this planet, or they had only recently started to study the genetic side to the life on this planet before… before this time I suppose. But based on the fact that this tiny portion of the planet is more advanced then the rest of the planet, I'd say they weren't native to the planet" I explain further. He's watching me, staring even but I know he's not listening, I think he tuned out when I tried explaining how the power board worked to collect and analyze atmospheric samples and create an accurate description of the environment and climate for each section of the planet. The scratching of the gravel beneath his feet brings him back to earth or rather back to this planet.

"What'd you say?" he asks shaking his head and looking down at his feet. I laugh at this and walk over to one of the plants. It's some kind of fern with a stalk in the centre that holds up a blooming bud. I'd seen the plant earlier that day and it had only just started to open. Now the plant was in near full bloom, showing vibrant blue petals opening around a seed like fruit that had a lush red skin.

"It's beautiful isn't it" I mutter as I study the plant but behind me comes no reply and so I turn away from the plant. O'Neill has this look on his face that I can't decipher, he's pondering something but at the same time he seems to be disturbed and filled with hatred, aggressive even.

"What's wrong sir?" I ask and he looks away from me suddenly.

"I'm fine" he mutters in response

"Is it Charlie?" the words just come out, I don't know why I said it, I just felt a need to know.

"Leave it Carter" he warns looking up at me sharply

"Sir, you're not fine. Does this have to do with Charlie?" I ask, I can't help myself

"What did you say?" his attention has been snapped towards me and I can see a fierceness in his eyes. My better judgement tells me to leave it alone but the curiosity drives me.

"Your son, he died" I clarify and he steps closer with a look of determination in his eyes.

"I know that Major, what did you say about him?" he snaps, the anger in his voice is almost frightening

"I didn't mean to… sir it's just you're not yourself and I was wondering if this time of the year had any significance around your son's death" I explain as I match his step. Unconsciously signifying that I want to help whilst not going so close as to invade his space.

"Myself? How do you know who I am Carter?" he asks gripping his gun and coming closer, he halves the space between us quickly with the anger set in his features "I'll tell you who I am Major. I am your superior officer, your commanding officer. What you know is what I tell you and you have no rite to question my life, my family and my emotional state" he yells, the hostility heavy on his breath "I tell you what to do Carter! You listen to me! And you damn well better follow your orders!"

"Yes sir but…" I try but he is beyond reaching

"But what Major?" he asks closing so much space that there is barely a foot between us

"I am your second in command sir. It is my duty to follow your orders at all times unless you are no longer in a state where you are mentally, physically or emotionally capable of giving them" I snap back, my reaction is breaching on insubordination but I need to bring him back to reason.

"You're out of line Carter" he snaps, in the corner of my eye I can see him take the safety off his weapon. This has gotten out of control.

"Sir…"

"WHAT!" he yells, the sound is disturbing

"Sir, put the safety back on" I warn as I grip my firearm. He sees me do this and oddly he closes the space between us. His breath is hot. I can feel it against my cheek sending a shiver down my back.

"What are you gonna do about it?" his tone is lower and his voice deep, almost suggestive. He leans in closer and I can feel my chest constricting my lungs as my heartbeat quickens. He pauses on the brink of his lips touching mine. My mind is racing, how did this change so quickly. We can't. I want to tell him to step back but I can't speak.

"Major" he whispers finally before he presses his lips firmly against mine. The kiss is urgent, needy and forceful. It takes me a moment to get my head wrapped around what is happening but as I go to push him back, he takes my hand in his own as he pushes my weapon out of my grip. The firearm drops to the ground with his and I wince expecting it to fire. It doesn't.

Suddenly I feel his other hand sliding up the back of my shirt. At this I break the kiss, pulling my head back and looking him in the eyes.

"Sir, we…"

"Shh" he silences me with a finger over my lips as he grips my waist, lifting me off my feet and lowering me to the ground. This is wrong; it's against regulations. I can feel his lips kissing my neck as he takes off my belt and loosens my pants, the sensation sending a surge through me. But we can't do this.

"Stop it Colonel, we can't" I tell him as I bring my hands up to his chest to push him off of me.

"Yes we can," he says as he grips my wrists and pushes my hands above my head. I can't help but laugh at this.

"Come on Sir, this is against regulations" I say laughing but he ignores me and with his free hand he lifts my shirt up over my breast.

"I mean it sir, we could be court marshaled" I say sternly as he unclasps my bra and pushes it up with the shirt. The shirt tightens around my arms pinning them in place. The air is cold against my naked chest. My breasts are exposed. He's my CO. I can't do this.

"Sir stop" I say urgently as I push up with my hips to push him off but he doesn't budge, only pushes back with more force as he hastily yanks at my pants and underwear, pulling them down and pushing them to my ankles.

"No!" I snap as I try pulling my hands free. The strength of his grip around my wrists scares me and I look at his face.

He isn't smiling, he isn't compassionate. Just lustful and determined as he frees himself from his pants

"Sir!" I yell writhing beneath him "Don't!" I beg, trying to roll out of his grip. We have to slow down. We can't do this. What's happening? I feel confused, panicked. "Enough!"

"Lay still Carter!" he orders in frustration as he wraps his free arm around my legs, pulling me to his side as he pushes his weight down on me, pinning my legs beneath his.

"No! No no no… sir please." I beg the fear in my voice evident "get off me! This isn't funny, we can't" to this he groans as he raises his free hand up to my mouth.

"Shut up Carter" he orders as he silences me. My breath quickens in panic. He parts my knee's with his, spreading my legs. I can feel his erection digging into my thigh. And then he pulls himself into position.

With a sharp thrust, he forces himself inside me. I cry out with the pain. In a futile attempt, I buck my legs wistfully as I whimper. The sounds smothered by his grip across my mouth.

When he finally looks up to my face, he sees tears of fear, pain and betrayal.

And then he looks away in guilt.