AN- Okay, little shake up here. This is actually from day 23 of the drabble collection but a lovely lady by the name of Mel was looking for a Sam/Jack established story where they argue, then, of course, they have to kiss and make up. I am thinking of making this longer as an actual story, so let me all know what you think and if you would like a longer version of this.

"Take all of your doubts, you can throw 'em out, you may be unsure but I know,

I'm always coming back, you can bet on that, you're the only place I call home.

Near or far, where you are is where I wanna be.
Every lonely night, every drunken fight, couldn't make it right I know.
If it hurts you bad, put it on my tab, I can pay it back tenfold,
You're the only place I've ever called my home.

"Only Place I call Home." by - Every Avenue.

Looking at the clock, she knew he wasn't coming back. Yet another mission and she had nearly been killed, yet made it home somehow. She had to tell him the full story, how her decision to sacrifice herself to save the others was the only way to get the others home. The others hadn't liked it but went with it anyway as they didn't have any other options. When they arrived home he had gone straight to get a beer before sitting out back. She had left him there, she needed to get washed and changed before she did anything.

After she was washed dressed, she grabbed a beer before joining him on the deck.

"It was too close again." She heard him say as he let out a long slow breath.

"I know, but there were no other choices, it was either them or me." Not looking at him when she spoke.

"Well maybe if you had of stuck together you wouldn't have been put in that position in the first place." Taking a swig of his beer before turning to look at her.

"Yes, well. We can sit here all night and debate what did and didn't do wrong, won't change anything. We all got out in the end." Getting up and stepping up the rail that ran along the decking.

"What about next time?" Knowing he was provoking her but his own anger and sense of fear clouding his judgment.

"Damn straight. I will die to protect them, you would too. I am not going to stand here and say I won't risk my life for them. There my friends, hell there more than that their family. What's done is done and I will not second guess myself, not now, not ever. I nearly died to save the others but didn't, end of story. Let's drop it, I am too tired for this crap." Turning around and slamming her bottle on the decking table before storming away.

He was mad as hell with her. She had taken what she thought was a worthwhile risk to save the others and nearly died. Why couldn't she see why he was mad, he had nearly lost her again. Putting his now empty bottle down, he went and climbed in the car, driving off without a second thought for where he was going.

When he arrived home the house was in darkness. Walking to the bathroom, he stripped off and stepped into the bedroom, looking at the curled up form on the bed. Climbing on the bed behind her he pulled her flush to him.

"I'm sorry, I just don't want to lose you. I love you." Kissing her hair.

"I'm sorry too, but you understand, don't you?" Turning to face him.

"Yes, doesn't make it any less scary, though. We will deal with this as we always do, together." Pulling her closer as he kissed her head.

She was safe and home where she belonged, in his arms.