Sam sat in her lab, quietly 'working' on a doohickey. Well, more like fiddling. She couldn't concentrate enough to actually do any work. She'd been mindlessly fiddling with the parts, the same way Jack would, for nearly twenty minutes when her thoughts were interrupted.

"Samantha."

Sam looked up from the doohickey she wasn't really working on to see Andrew standing in the doorway of her lab. She did her best to offer him a smile as he made his way into the lab but, she knew that he saw through it. They'd known each other too long for them not to notice each other pretending. "Andrew, what brings you by?"

"I heard you took yesterday off. I've known you for how many years and I have never known you to ask for time off," he offered with a slight grin as he sat across from her.

Sam prickled a bit at Andrew's actions. She was used to people stopping by and sitting across from her, everyone from Siler up to Hammond did it but no one had ever sat on Jack's stool. They all knew he sat on the one closest to her and, for that reason they all made a point not to sit there. But, Andrew didn't know, couldn't know ...

"The Colonel took us to the amusement park," she offered before turning back to the doohickey that littered her workstation. Andrew's presence was all the motivation she needed to actually work on the damn thing.

"Us?"

"SG-1. Daniel, Teal'c, Janet, Cassie, the Colonel, and I all went to the amusement park."

"Janet and Cassie aren't actually SG-1."

"They might as well be," Sam offered. She felt no need to tell him how Cassie had come into their lives or how they were all alive because of Janet's actions and abilities. It wasn't for him to know.

"You don't want to tell me about it," he offered casually, knowing she felt the need to protect that information from him for some reason.

"Not particularly."

"I get that, you're a private person … It's come to my attention that you haven't told them a great deal about yourself. Is that why you are so mad at them for watching your memories?"

Sam looked up from the device with a hard face and anger in her eyes. "Get out."

"No, I don't think so. You didn't answer my question."

"This is not up for discussion Andrew."

"We don't have to discuss it," he offered as he watched her carefully. "But, you do have to tell me."

"Like hell I do," Sam offered as she stood up from her seat.

"You called me in Samantha. You asked for me to be the one to ask these questions. Would you rather be having this discussion with that crack pot Mckinzie?"

"Go to hell Andrew," Sam offered as she walked past him towards the doorway.

"Samantha," Andrew called as he gently grabbed her wrist.

Sam turned quickly, wrenching her arm out of his hand. "Don't you dare touch me. You should know better than that by now. Let me make this clear Andrew. I will not discuss this with you! It's bad enough that they know about it but I get why they needed to know; I get why they watched my memories. Maybe I will talk with them but this is not something I will ever talk to you about; you don't need to know."

"Why," Andrew asked, an expression of hurt and confusion flickered across his face with that simple question. Sam saw it but she didn't care.

"They are my team, my family. They know more about me than you ever have Andrew. They might not have known about my time in the Gulf or in Vietnam but they know what matters; they are what matters. You are my friend Andrew but are friendship is not strong enough for this."

"But, you're friendship with the Colonel is strong enough?"

"I won't deny that I can talk with him about this easier than I can Daniel and I would never dream of talking with Cassie about it, not even when she has asked me. But this, this one thing is not for you, as my friend, to know about. And you don't need to know about it as my shrink either." Andrew opened his mouth as if to argue but she pushed on. "This is for me to deal with; for me to come to terms with and for my team to help me. This issue is not for anyone else Andrew so back the fuck off." Sam turned about and walked out of her lab. She was barely three feet down the hall when she felt his hand on her. He took hold of her elbow before he directed her towards her quarters like he had directed her towards his truck a couple of weeks ago.

She was vaguely aware of people skittering to the side of the halls as she and Jack walked quickly down the hall but, she honestly didn't care. She also didn't care that he had clearly heard her going off on Andrew. Part of her was worried about Andrew. She knew she had hurt him, as a shrink he'd drawn her wrath before but this time, this time it was her friend who had crossed a line. As a result he realized that as much as she may care for him he was not who she needed or wanted.

Part of her was angry of course but, mostly she was relieved. She'd been honest when she said she needed her team, she just hadn't realized that she needed them, no ... that she needed him, right that moment.

She let him push her into her quarters and then watched as he closed and locked her door. He came to stand unbearably close to her and she found herself staring at a speck on his shirt, it was easier than watching his eyes. "Sam," he offered ever so gently. He hadn't used her name since the night he took her home and held her together as she broke into a million pieces against a wall. It was enough to pull her attention back to him. Her blue eyes met his brown ones and she tried to smile. Jack shuffled a half-foot forward; there was no more space between them and he gently wrapped his arms around her. Without hesitation she reciprocated the action and buried her head in his chest.

She didn't need to cry about this, she was finally beyond the tears. But she needed an uninterrupted moment in his arms. She just needed to be comforted. She'd hurt her friendship with Andrew by letting him know where he truly stood with her, she'd also realized that she was finally ready to talk about the situation. Truth be told what she and Andrew had been doing wasn't really talking. She'd treated it like a debriefing; she hadn't gone into the nitty-gritty details like he'd expected her to. But Jack, all he had to do was ask and she would tell him everything right this moment. The thing was she knew he wouldn't, not right now, not like this. Maybe later when she wasn't holding him so close and obviously breathing in his scent but, right now she was free of worrying about questions. Just like he'd promised ...