Authors Note: To get the maximum from the following chapter, I would suggest having a listen to the following song by Irish artist- Mary Black.

Jack being "Irish" , I always thought he would be a fan of Irish "folk" music and this is one of my particular favourites. This suggestion was made by my lovely Beta agrainne24 and thus the title was also created.

The song can be found on YouTube by searching "Mary Black No Frontiers "

A few have mentioned that they can't picture Jack singing but my honest opinion is that in the moment ,the only person he would ever contemplate softly serenading is Sam

I hope you enjoy ...

"To hold us 'till the day, when fear will lose its grip

And heaven has its way"

Chapter 11

Jack opened the door and held out a hand to Sam who climbed from the car gracefully. Jack noticed that her dress had fallen from her knees and yet again her long legs were exposed to him. Sam walked past him, her fingers trailing across his abdomen, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Jack turned to thank the driver and passed him a folded twenty dollar bill.

The car slowly backed up and they were suddenly alone.

Jack stood quietly, his hands in his pockets and he looked at her, standing in the grass, her shoes hanging from her fingers by her side. She was staring up into the clear sky at the bright sparkling speckles above them. He couldn't quite believe that she was here if he was honest. He felt the familiar pull and walked towards her.

"Feet okay?" He asked, nodding to the shoes in her hand.

"Oh, yes," she answered, smiling.

"The heels were just sinking in the grass but it feels lovely"

"I'll join you then" he said grinning ,kicking off his shoes, peeling off his socks and flexing his toes in the cold grass. He had to agree with her, it felt great

She turned her attention back to the sky where little flickers of light shone, illuminating the pond in front of her. She smiled as she walked closer to the edge watching as her reflection danced within the ripples on the surface of the water. Typical Jack; he can never be too far away from water – even if it's just something as simple as a koi pond!

"So, Samantha Carter," Jack said. "I thought you didn't dance?"

"I don't, generally speaking, Jack O'Neill," Sam countered, pulling her gaze from the sky to his eyes and giggling. "Must've been a one off."

"Wanna test the theory?" Jack asked and saw the look of amusement on her face – her interest had been piqued.

"And how do you suggest we do that General?" Sam teased. "Are you going to sing for me again? By the way, nice singing earlier," she winked and he was glad of the darkness as he was sure he blushed.

"Why thank you ma'am, I don't normally sing for anyone except my own reflection." Jack winced slightly as he realized how dreadful that sounded even to his own ears. "Plus , I wouldn't call what I did singing, it was only for you, no one else could hear but no I don't plan on singing so we can dance. I've a better idea. Hang on."

Jack strode over to his truck, which was parked at the edge of the grass, removing his dress jacket and tie and opening his top button as he went. He opened the door and leaned into the radio. He flicked on the CD player, increased the volume slightly and a very soft guitar started playing. "Ah now that's better" he said quietly. Suddenly, a gentle female voice started to sing

"If life is a river, and your heart is a boat, and just like a water baby, baby born to float."

Jack looked at Sam, who was still standing in the same spot, held out his hand and started to walk towards her. She dropped her shoes and bag in the grass and walked towards him her hand extended.

They stopped as they came face to face and he ran his fingers from her shoulder to her hand and lifted it, but this time to his lips, where he placed a gentle kiss on it before bringing it to rest above his heart again. He wrapped his other arm around her waist and pulled her close. Sam's hand wrapped around his neck and came to rest in his silver hair, which shone in the moonlight. They looked into each other's eyes and he softly rubbed his nose against hers and sang so quietly that it was almost a whisper.

"Heaven knows, no frontiers

And I've seen Heaven in your eyes."

Sam's eyes filled with tears and she closed them, afraid they might spill over if she didn't.

They gently swayed in the moonlight, his hand tracing small lines up and down Sam's back while he sang gently along.

"In your eyes, faint as the singing of a lark

That somehow this black night

Feels warmer for the spark

Warmer for the spark

To hold us 'til the day

When fear will lose its grip

And heaven has its way

Heaven knows no frontiers

And I've seen heaven in your eyes."

She leaned her forehead against his and listened to his voice serenading her quietly. She allowed her hand to move from his hair to his cheek and then to his neck.

She could feel his breath on her lips as he sang and his hand tapping along over hers on his chest.

The words stopped but the magical music continued and they moved in sync together.

He tilted his head slightly and she felt his lips very lightly press against hers. It lasted mere seconds and the kiss was so soft that, had she not felt the instant tingle in her toes, she wouldn't have believed it had happened at all. She opened her eyes and looked at him almost questioningly. He smiled that half grin she loved, pulled her close and nuzzled into her neck and continued to hum.

She was leaning her forehead against his and he was singing to her. Samantha Carter was in his arms and he was singing to her! And she was enjoying it.

"Finally," he thought.

This idea of dancing in the moonlight was inspired. Thank god it wasn't raining.

Jack was terrified of taking her inside his house because that's where the overthinking Sam would re-appear and she would make some excuse to leave, quoting regs or rules or whatnot even though they no longer applied to them.

No, he needed her here, in his arms, under the stars, dancing.

The words stopped, allowing the music to take over for a moment and Jack looked at Sam, her eyes closed, hand on the back of his neck and was overcome with love. He loved this woman.

He tightened his grip on her back, tilted his head slightly and allowed his lips to softly caress hers. He felt her respond and emotion poured to the surface. She opened her eyes when he pulled his lips back. He smiled shakily at her and leaned into her neck so she wouldn't see the tears spring into his eyes. He chose to hum the rest because he knew if he started to sing, his voice would betray him...