It must have worked. Her car isn't in his driveway when he returns home. He figures he must have finally scared her off.
Good. Now she can find a good guy that is going to be able to make her happy.
He just hopes to God she doesn't pick Daniel.
He tries to hum, because he got his way. His humming just turns into a groan somehow.
"It's better," he insists himself aloud. Without her eyes around he feels no problem pulling off his BDU's on the way to the bedroom. He's down to boxer shorts when she comes out of the kid's room.
"Carter," he says causally.
"Sir," she replies coyly enjoying the contrast between the military term and his bare chest.
"I didn't realize you were here."
"I do live here right?" she asks him with a challenge in his voice.
"Yeah. I'll go…get dressed," he says slowly disappearing into his bedroom.
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She figures that he's going to come out of the bedroom when he's changed into his civilian clothes, he's wrong. He just hides in his bedroom for the rest of the night.
She's still not leaving.
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Damn it. He grumbled. She wasn't going to leave. He'd already gone most of a day without food. Then, well then Jack O'Neill did something he wasn't exactly proud of. He snuck out of the window in his own house, walked to the gas station down the street, and then bought enough candy, soda, chips, and hot dogs to keep him supplied until his next mission.
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She could hear the crunch of chips through his door.
She's either going to marry him or kill him.
Probably both.
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He spent all weekend in his bedroom. This is disturbing to Sam for a number of reasons. Not the least of which the fact that he does not have a bathroom in there.
Now he was late for work.
"Jack?" she asks.
He doesn't answer, and she knows the doors have no locks. So she just opens the door and heads in.
His room is empty. The window is open.
"Kill him. For sure," she mutters under her breath.
Then she sees them. Clearly the empty pop bottle were his solution to no bathroom problem.
Well, if he wanted to play it that way, then she would just get her revenge.
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Jack crawls back in the window after a really long day at work, and he collapses on the bed without even looking.
A sharp yell breaks out when he misses the bed.
Nope, he didn't just miss the bed. The bed is gone. Everything is gone. Everything including his bottles of piss.
He's really hoping that she knew what those were, and didn't try to drink them. What? It's not like he is denying the fact that he still cares about her.
He's also finding himself really wishing that he had just peed out the window like he first thought of. He's really glad he went back to the gas station for other bathroom needs.
Even if the gas station attendant now thinks he is crazy.
She's standing at the door laughing at him.
He puts his hands behind his head in a posture of relaxing, "Need something Carter?"
"No, I'm good," she says holding up his wallet.
Shit.
"And I talked to Gus."
"Gus?" he fakes ignorance at the gas station attendance name.
"The Loaf and Jug with neither be accepting your loafs or giving you jugs anymore," she says with a grin.
"Still fine," he says.
"Really, Jack. You still don't want think it would be easier to just have a conversation?"
"Nope," he says.
She walks over to him, and he just barely resists the urge to look under the flowery skirt when she hovers right over him. She lays down next to him, cuddling under his armpit. He sighs as a cover when he realizes how much he missed her smell.
"I love you," she says. It's not exactly news to him, but they have never said it before. He responds only with a grunt. "You love me too."
"That's why I think we should break up," he says.
"Jack. I would rather love you for a day and have my heart broken, then love someone else for a whole lifetime. I'm not going to let you protect me right out of your life."
"Carter, I couldn't live with myself if I hurt you."
"You hurt me when you started hiding."
"Right," he says a little surprised by the fact he never quite thought of it this way before, even though it was super obvious, "But it's going to be worse later on."
"You are assuming that I could love you more than I already to."
He pauses for a good long time. Then he wraps his arm around her. "Sorry Carter."
She puts her head on his chest and breaths him in.
"Where did you put my bed?" he asks.
She giggles.
"Carter?" he asks again.
"Whose bed is it?" she asks with raised eyebrows.
"Our bed. Where is our bed?"
"Living room," she admits.
"Hum," he says.
"You want to leave it there for a bit?" she giggles.
"Might be interesting," he admits.
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Sam grabs Jack's hand as they watch TV on the bed in the living room. Then Jack reaches under the mattress and pulls out a bag of chips. He places it on his lap pretending to be oblivious to the glare that Sam is treating him with. Then he reaches in.
"If you put that in your mouth, I am going to kill you."
He grins at her, and then flips the chip into his mouth "I believe the whole fight started because you didn't want me to die."
She flings the bag across the room and straddles him. She intended it to be a wrestling move, but now that she was here…Well, the choices where always either to love him or kill him weren't they?
She kisses the tip of his nose, sucks on his earlobe, and then graces the muscle responsible for the smirk she loves to hate with a kiss.
"Oh Dorothy, you are just not capable of cold blooded murder."
"Lucky for you," she retorts.
"Oh, I am lucky in oh so many ways," he says capturing her in a kiss that lets her know how much he missed her during the week long freeze out.
As things progress Sam can't help but enjoy the fact that their first time together is going to have such a strange back story.
Then…
"Jack, the baby just moved," she says pulling his hand onto her stomach.
He doesn't tell her that he can't feel it yet, mostly because he doesn't trust his voice not to sound disappointed. Come on, this kid isn't even born yet, and it's already ruining his sex life.