Hey everyone! This chapter is one of the short ones but I really kinda like it. Wanted to give you a heads up that in a few - several chapters you'll get to read about Sam actually commanding the outpost. But, bare with me - Somethings coming up that is going to lead into that and I hope you all like it as much as my brain seems to (I can't get the idea outta my head so I'm gonna roll with it!).

Sam laid in bed trying not to let her heart break. After the night at the amusement park she and Jack had returned to his house for the remainder of her leave. They'd spent the last two days making love like they were starving and now, at three am the morning she was due to leave she was trying desperately not to break down.

She hadn't been able to sleep no matter how exhausted she was. Instead she'd laid curled up in bed with Jack firmly pressed into her back while his arms held her impossibly close. She wasn't ready to let this go when she'd just found it. She wasn't ready to spent three months, another three months, away from him.

Sam closed her eyes tightly as she tried to maintain her composure only to have Jack pull her closer as he began to kiss the base of her neck. "Sam …" It was such a gentle caressing whisper that Sam couldn't help but let her tears fall. No matter how silently she could cry she had never wanted to cry in front of Jack.

"It's alright Samantha," he offered as he merely held her firmly pressed up against his chest.

Let it out.

I'm here.

I love you.

"I don't want to go Jack … It was hard enough the first time. But this … this isn't a temporary command. How am I supposed to leave everything and everyone I know on orders of 'until further notice'? It feels like I just got home after … everything … I miss everything I have here. We finally get to this point and there's no time for us to enjoy it or explore it like we deserve; and, there is no time for me to fight for SG-1 …"

"We'll make it work," Jack offered as he buried his face in her hair. "You know Hailey will only consider SG-1 a temporary posting until your return."

Sam couldn't help but tense a moment and then she relaxed enough to turn in his arms. She studied his face and was rewarded with understanding. "How did you know? The President said that he'd let me tell you."

"Schwartz decided I needed to know quote, 'how damn lucky I was to have such an amazing woman and officer who was willing to but the betterment of her team above her own desires'. I think he was trying to cryptically commend us for not breaking the regs all this time."

"I wouldn't recommend my spot filled if I thought –"

It's too dangerous without a scientist.

"I know."

"She's still a little fresh but –"

She's the next best thing.

"I know."

"I wish it was me."

I hate leaving SG-1.

"I know."

"Jack," Sam offered as she studied his face, afraid she would forget what he looked like. She leaned forward and gently placed her lips to his. "I don't want to say good-bye." Sam traced his lips with her tongue as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Jack kissed her back, matching her passion and once again the lost themselves in each other.