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Sam had left Jack to dial to gate, and establish radio contact and report back to General Hammond, leaving Jack to babysit Teal'c and Daniel. He situated himself by the rock pool at the ocean as he cradled his sore arm. He knew he shouldn't have come out here, he knew he was getting too old for missions, but he couldn't bring himself to tell the General that he could no longer hack the actions that came with saving the world from alien invasion.

He considered life without missions.

Jack would retire, for the umpteenth time. He would spend the first month fishing on the dock of his beautiful cabin home, drinking beer, the boredom would soon set in and he would find himself wondering aimlessly around his property before he came back to SGC base begging on his hands and knees for his job back.

Jack had never been one to lye around doing nothing. He was a hands-on man. He was a hard-worker. He spent years perfecting the leadership he possessed, and to suddenly be without a purpose seemed futile.

No. Jack couldn't afford to retire.

"Hey, Jack…" a voice called disturbing him from his thoughts. He whipped his head around to find Daniel standing behind him, Teal'c close at his side, with a raised eyebrow.

"Can no man get ANY peace in this God-forsaken place?" he barked.

"What's with you?" Daniel asked.

"Nothing,"

"You're moody," Daniel observed.

"I'm not moody!"

"Daniel Jackson is correct," Teal'c said. "You have indeed adopted a bad disposition."

"Shut up, T!" Jack snapped. "I'm not in the mood for your alien advice."

Teal'c frowned.

"That was uncalled for, Jack…" Daniel advised.

Jack shot him a death glare. "Watch it, DR. Jackson…"

Daniel hesitated. "Wow… you're ripping out the titles here, Jack. You must be getting desperate in your old age…"

Jack felt his temper surface and for a moment, as he stood, he was almost afraid he might strike his friend. He stared him down for a moment, boring his eyes into Daniel's. Teal'c stood back without interference. Jack's arm ached like nothing else, and the pain that it caused him twisted into frustration.

"Go…" Jack refrained from the vile words rolling around in his head. "Twiddle your thumbs!" he finished.

Feeling the rage thumping from his heart, he walked away from the rock pool and wondered around the property in an attempt to find Sam. These two were driving him batty.

Jack had wondered around for an hour before he was ready to return to the Castle of the Ti-marni. He changed directions and paced across the freshly mowed lawn.

"Sir!" the angel-voice called.

Jack felt his stomach summersault before he even turned around. Sam stood with a smile on her face, as he approached her.

"How did it go with Hammond?" Jack asked keeping his nerves hidden.

"Good, thank you, Sir," she answered.

"Would you…" Jack hesitated. "Would you like to take a walk, Carter?"

Sam smiled. "Sure, Sir… a walk would be nice."

For a few minutes they walked side by side, without speech.

Sam broke the silence. "Sir, forgive me for being so forward, but I've been thinking about your recent behavior, you don't quite seem yourself but I can't tail the problem, because I don't know what it is, Sir. Are you sick?" Sam's angel-voice was soft and disturbed, she sounded deathly worried and his stomach tightened at the heartbreaking look on her face.

They reason did not escape him about how many men fell for Samantha Carter. Major.

For the first time he struggled to lie about it. "I'm fine," he said begrudgingly.

"Sir…" clearly she didn't believe him.

"Carter, you have to understand that I'm a man of few words," he said as he shuffled his feet on the grass. He could see Sam suppressing a smile. "Okay, I'm a private man, when it comes to PRIVATE matters!" he defined.

"I understand that, Sir," she nodded seemingly. "I just worry that maybe you aren't a 100 percent. If I can help in anyway…"

"No, Carter. You can't help."

There was a long pause. "Sir…" Sam reached out and seized his arm pulling him to an immediate stop. For a moment he looked stunned, before she took hold of his chin and titled his head back, pressing her lips to his in one swift move. Jack responded to her kiss almost instantly, pulling his arm around her shoulders and pulling her forward.

Sam moaned so softly he could barely hear her, and when he realized what had happened, it took all his strength to open the gap between them. "Carter," he groaned, more annoyed at the impossible situation than her. He was only human, and sometimes, he forgot where he was, especially when he was alone in a foreign country with Sam Carter. How could anybody in their right mind not seize the opportunity to be alone with a woman so flawless? "We can't do this," he told her with regret.

Sam hung her head. "Sorry, Sir," she muttered. "I guess Madison impacted me again…"

Jack rolled his eyes. Just once he would have liked Sam to make a move on him, without the manipulation of someone else's mind, just once he would have liked to kiss her without feeling as though he'd done something sinful. Dreams didn't count. It had to be real. It had to be Carter. Major - his SG-1 teammate. Not Sam Carter clouding his thoughts.

"I've just about had enough of this!" he roared feeling the anger begin to rise. Jack stormed off, leaving his team member, standing on the grass with a look of defeat plastered across her face.

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