Sam twitched her head, bouncing up and down on her heels as she jumped around her house. Janet had released them, under the strict condition that they go home and stay there.

And not to land themselves' into more trouble had been implied.

The worst thing was, she felt like going out and wrecking some major havoc. She was crawling out of her skin and full of way too much energy. Clearly Urgo had left an imprint on their minds and hormone levels. Sam didn't know whether to eat her own weight in food or to literally tear her house to shreds.

She threw herself onto the couch quite forcefully and let out a short explicative of rage. She stood up again, resisting the temptation to go out for a run, god knows what she'd manage to do out there. The stale scent in the house alone was enough to send her to the door several times before she yanked herself away.

The door bell rang and she leapt up and just about sprinted to the door, nearly pulling it off its hinges in her enthusiasm for a distraction. A bewildered teenage boy stood awkwardly on her stoop with five bags of food scattered around him. He looked up at her, blushing furiously as he went to double check the order.

'F-for you Miss?' He stammered voice cracking slightly and she nodded thrusting a bundle of notes into his hand as she moved to take the bags.

'Thanks, keep the change.' The confused boy stared at her, his cheeks flaring red even further before he tripped and stumbled away. Sam twitched an eyebrow at his retreating back before dragging the food in and tossing in on the coffee table. She darted into the kitchen and grabbing a knife and fork.

She sat back in the chair about 20 minutes later, with very little of the food left and groaned at the site of the empty cartons. She stared down at her stomach regretfully, knowing how much she was going to have to work out after that. A familiar scent caught her nose and she twitched, her senses were fading so she wasn't quite able to place it.

Sam managed to pull herself out of the seat and went to the door at a much slower pace, then the previous trip. She pulled the door open and had to clench her jaw in order to stop it from falling. The Colonel was staring at her with the most Bambi like eyes she had ever seen. He looked as though he had been hit by lightening and wasn't quite sure why he was outside her house, or how he'd even gotten there.

There had already been a fire burning in her stomach due to the excess of hormones and altered brain chemistry, but now it was like her skin was an inferno. That was when she remembered what she was wearing.

No wonder the delivery kid had been so embarrassed on opening the door.

She was clad in her old tank top and a pair of shorts, not the tiniest pair ever, but enough to give the man a heck of an eyeful.

Oooooooooooooooooooh no.

'Am hi? Carter. Yes.' He then coughed awkwardly and tried valiantly to keep his eyes north of her body. It was clearly taking some effort for him to keep his eyes fixed on her face, and she felt bad for him.

Not bad enough for her to go put on more clothes. Sam was sympathetic, yes, but she did feel like she was roasting.

And Sam Carter never fared well in the heat.

'Hey... do you want to come in?' Even as she said it, she knew it was a bad idea.

Probably one of the things Janet was hinting about NOT doing.

If asked about it, Sam was going to blame the hormones, chemical imbalance and the blaze storming through her veins. The consequences could be dire.

And org- Noooooooooooooooooooooooo!

She blinked and tried to smile normally at the man hovering awkwardly on her lawn. At least she wasn't alone in her traitorous thought process as she saw him mentally smack himself and seemingly attempt to move away. The Colonel's feet however seemed to be following a different train of thought as he moved towards her.

She stepped in and kicked herself mentally as she watched him amble down her hallway, eyes straying further south, despite her best efforts.

This was going to end badly.

"Or extremely well." Sam really wished she had a way to punch her id at that moment. She really could not be thinking like that.

She liked her job, she loved her job, yes she liked him in a way that was far from appropriate and getting progressively worse. But that did NOT mean she wanted to jump him.

Well she did and she didn't.

Why did her life have to be so complicated?

'The constant munchies hit you too?' The Colonel asked as he sat down on her couch, staring at the mess that she had left.

'Yeah, I'm pretty sure my neighbours think I'm as stoned as hell, what with the constant parade of take out people popping by. Beer?' Even as she said it, she knew it was a very bad idea, than again she had been thinking that ever since she had opened the door.

'Yeah, apparently one of mine was about to call the cops when I decided to head out. But I forgot to take the car.'

Sam poked her head round the door, forgoing the beer and bringing out a bottle of ice cold cola with a couple of glasses. She curled up in one of the other armchairs, trying desperately to ignore the eyes tracking her movements.

'You ran here?' She asked leaning over and pouring a glass in attempt to cool herself down and ran a hand through her hair.

'Didn't know where I was heading until you opened the door.'

'Thought I smelled something.' Once more, Sam was wishing she could kick herself the chemical imbalance was really screwing with her impulses. The pair sat in a decidedly awkward silence for a spell she was fighting the impulse to claw through her own skin, rather the other far more enticing one.

After what felt like an hour, but was more likely only a couple of minutes at the most, the Colonel had clearly had enough. He quickly jumped up and headed towards her door, Sam followed suit, but in her heat induced state she stumble and fell into him.

His own hormonal craziness and imbalance had clearly knocked his typical sure-footedness off as he fell backwards, taking her with him.

As the realization of the position hit her, she stared into Jack's eyes, no doubt looking completely bewildered. Neither of them moved, either unwilling or unable, and she most certainly wasn't going to try and differentiate between the two. Suddenly she noticed that his eyes had almost completely blackened and her internal brimming heat spiked.

All Sam knew was that she couldn't have stopped herself, even if she had an ounce of sanity or self control left, it wouldn't have been enough. They moved as one and their lips clashed together. It was all teeth and bruising, every emotion bubbling over left no room for gentleness or caring, just pure mad lust.

Once more they moved in synchronicity and they recoiled from one another, Jack pulled off her, nearly rolling heels over head in his enthusiasm to get away. Sam couldn't even place when he'd flipped her over, he stared at her, his chest heaving and she knew she was looking equally flustered.

'Well crap.' They spoke simultaneously and she flopped on her back, her internal heat dying down to a mere controllable simmer. Sam could feel her mind begin to settle and calm down for the first time since Urgo had appeared.

Man it has been ages since I've been able to work on Stargate stuff. The past couple of weeks have been BEYOND stressful.

Thank you for the AMAZING response! You guys are awesome and more words I can't even begin to form.