AU: When an exploration mission goes way off the left field, Jack and Sam are left to patch up their lives. Will that door stay open?

Disclaimer: All recognisable characters are the property of MGM/Amazon. No copyright infringement intended. I am once again taking my favourite two Gaters for a walk in an Alternate Universe. Takes place after 5.05 Red Sky with some canon episodes skipped (overlooked) and others referenced.

Rating: Mature. Contains sexual content. Skip between the OoOoOoOo if you are not interested in this part.

Chapter 41: Possession

Friday - Sam at her house

Slamming my car door with the fury of a woman scorned caused the buckle to catch in the door making that awful metal on metal crunching sound. That just made me even angrier – at the car, at the belt, at Jack, at Kinsey, at the whole damned world. My emotions could not make up their mind what they were doing. One minute I was anxious, then crying like a child before returning to bone deep anger where all I wanted to do was burn down the world. Even Samantha was telling me to calm down. When you have yourself telling yourself to take a chill pill, you know you have a problem.

After correcting the issue with the stupid belt, I stormed up my footpath and through the front door - slamming it closed violently - cursing at how much time I had lost. I swear the whole base was pitted against me. Janet took forever to finish my medical and every security point felt the need to phone her for approval to allow me to leave. What the actual f-? Damn, now I was swearing at people for doing their job.

Jack had chased me through the SGC after the meeting with Senator Do-you-know-who-I-am Kinsey. Yeah, because that was the perfect way to help our situation, especially after the sterling performance from Daniel. God, if I didn't know better, even I would have thought the child was Daniel's. I couldn't help but smirk inwardly at the sheer amount of anger pouring off Jack when Daniel squeezed my arse with one hand and ran the other one up my back and into my hair to pull me closer. If we got out of this with our jobs and reputations intact, I owed him one.

Right now, my immediate concern was to get changed out of my uniform and into something that I didn't have to suck my stomach in to do the button up. Janet said I was five weeks along despite the mission only being three weeks ago, something to do with timing from my last cycle. Either way, my deceptively flat stomach was an optical illusion because these BDU's were tight and uncomfortable as all get out. Kicking my cumbersome boots to the other side of my room and shrugging my BDU's off, carelessly leaving them in a pile on the floor, then opted for my silver knee length skirt that I hadn't worn in years, mainly because it had an elasticised waist, choosing to leave my black shirt on and grabbing a pair of ballet style slippers.

"God, that's better." I muttered feeling one hundred times better as I grabbed my large duffle from under the bed then opening one drawer after another I threw in my clothes. "Panties, sock, shirts, jeans… no jeans," I muttered changing my mind and opening the next drawer, "skirts, yoga pants, sweatpants, sneakers, forget the bathroom, I'll buy new stuff." I listed off as I chucked stuff in the bag left, right and centre before heading down the hallway to grab photos. Mum and Dad at their wedding, my team sans Jack because he was behind the camera, Daniel, Janet and Cassie, Cassie and… no. I didn't want pictures of him. Throwing it on the couch as I started walking back to my bedroom before I doubled back and grabbed it without really knowing why. Rolling my eyes at my resident second self when she filled my head with reasons why we loved him and needed him.

"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" I shouted, gripping my head. "He made his choice when he let them hurt us." I told her out loud though not expecting an answer because whatever that woman had done somehow suppressed her into nothing more than thoughts and feelings. Almost the way she was before -755. Her weakened state allowed me to keep her locked up and out of my conscious mind giving me to power to do what had to be done.

I opened the heavy astrophysics book I left on my bedside table to retrieve my safe key. Sidearm, extra ammo, passport, cash, burner phone – all things Jack had suggested we keep just in case – then shutting the safe and chucking it all in my bag just as the unmistakable sound of his truck pulling up alerted me to his arrival.

Bang. Bang. Bang. "Carter!"

"Gah, fucking great!" I cursed then ignored him in favour of getting a few last-minute things like my laptop, charger, purse, and the latest trashy romance I had been reading.

Bang. Bang. Bang! "Open up or I'm coming in!"

Chucking them all in my bag, I hefted it off my bed and onto the floor so that I could drag it down the hallway, mindful what Janet said about carrying heavy things. It was the last thing Jack could do for me before I drove away. I knew my flimsy resignation would not stick.

"Should've just given him the stupid letter." I bit off to myself. I'd call the General when I got to where ever the hell it was I ended up to organise another post. Thankfully I still had a week of medical leave from the accident despite Dad using the healing device on me and I intended to use it before having to report back, even if only to sign my transfer papers.

The door opened with a bang, rattling the remaining pictures hanging on the wall.

"Don't ignore me, Major!" Jack yelled as he barrelled down my hallway, seeing me drag the bag from my room. "Where the hell are you going?"

"Anywhere that is away from here." I responded leaving off the mandatory sir.

"Like hell! You can't just leave without permission. The Air Force doesn't work like that." He bellowed in a way that reminded me of the Sergeant in basic.

"I resigned, or didn't you read my letter." I yelled back at him, dropping the bag at his feet and giving him the most disingenuous look I could muster before turning away so that he did not see the war of emotion on my face caused by the inner argument I was still having with Samantha. She did not want to leave her Jack, which was not an option for me since they appeared to be one entity again. We were back to square one where I was pregnant with my CO's child, and since it was clear that Jack was struggling with Daniel being my baby's father, that would mean court martial. Why couldn't he just leave well enough alone.

"A paper aeroplane with the words 'I quit, Sir' is not a resignation letter, Major." He ground out using my rank like a curse.

"It is now. Consider it a precedent. You're welcome." I bit back with a curtsey that I knew looked as insubordinate as it was supposed to.

Walking to the fridge, I grabbed a bottle of water. I was just about to drink from it when he pulled it out of my hand and threw it against the wall, splashing water everywhere, then reached for my shoulders and forced me to face him. He was a little rougher than I was expecting, but that did stop me glaring back at him.

"How dare you!" I screamed and pushed him backwards harshly with my hands.

"How long have you known?" He asked with a tinge of emotion. My lip curled at his demand for information. I didn't bother answering him, instead turning away and retrieving what was left of my water. "Why didn't you tell me? Why did I have to find out from a nurse?" He demanded, his voice wavering a little more. "Why Sam?"

"Why should I tell you anything. You walked away - again. You let them drug us, Jack." I gestured to my mid-section to let him know I was including my child in the 'us', not him. "You let that… Doctor lock me up in a padded cell. They pumped me with so much crap I couldn't see straight. It felt like I was there for days instead of just under 24 hours. Even when I stopped talking to you… him… God, you… that nurse… she just wouldn't stop with the… whatever and the blood tests." I was borderline sobbing, which was not an option right now. Burying Samantha deep where she could not sway me, I hardened my gaze before looking at him. "Daniel is the father now."

"You can't just pick and choose who the father is Carter." He said menacingly as he crowded me again, hands back on my arms, seemingly ignorant of what I had just told him about my experience. "This child is mine whether you like it or not!" He ground out, right in my face, getting as close as he could. His eyes were dark, foreboding, it was clear which Jack was in charge right now. Staring right back with a dark look of my own, I went to pull away, but he gripped me tighter and placed his mouth on my ear. "You're mine, Samantha, and don't ever forget it." He growled sending shivers running down my back. I could feel Samantha clawing her way back from the box I buried her in. Nevertheless, I refused to let him do this.

Barking out a sick sounding laugh, "Yours? Oh, so I'm yours now?" I sneered, pushing him away from me and breaking free of his hold. "You didn't want me. You told me what we did meant nothing. Nothing!" I yelled, reminding him of his words on the planet. "Now you want me, why? Because you suddenly changed your mind when I was injured? Now that you have filled my belly full of arms and legs. I don't think so, Jack." I ground out, brushing past him on my way to the front door, snagging my keys from the sideboard as I went. I'd come back for the bag later.

"I've always wanted you, Carter! Long before what that thing did to us on -755." The regular Jack responded, his arms wrapping around my waist from behind to stop me walking away from him. Dropping his mouth to my neck, he nuzzled and breathed deep with a sensuous growl. My eyes closed unbiddenly revelling in his closeness. No! Not now I screamed internally as I felt Samantha push her way closer to the surface.

"Don't call him that. He helped me when you weren't there. You walked away when I needed you most… twice. He was there the whole time. Loving me." I responded trying not to sigh when his lips found the sensitive part of my neck. There was that growl again, this time with a nip from his teeth. Having him switch between the two was seriously undermining my ability to walk away from him. It felt like shadow Jack was drawing his Samantha out bit by bit. I could feel her probing the memory and sensory centres of my brain with reminders of why we wanted him… needed him in our lives. Feeling the emotion well up, a large sob escaped my throat.

"I do love you. We both love you. For years I have held that part of me back. Not anymore. God help me, from the moment you walked into that damn room spitting fire and brimstone, I have wanted you. Needed you in my life. Don't tell me you haven't felt the same!" His breath in my ear and chin on my shoulder. My hands fell over the top of his on my stomach, my head moving unbidden to give him more room to continue his slow seduction on my neck. A flash of the white cell invaded my mind allowing me to push Samantha away and regain my control and my anger, refusing to let her dictate how this would go.

"I have. I did. A part of me will always, but you are not what I need now, Jack. She understands." I told him while I ignored the weeping coming from my still weakened shade. Despite her efforts, she did not have the strength to fight me on this. Jack may have become one with this shade, switching effortlessly, but I was stronger than mine. "You said it yourself, there is no future for us." I said, wrenching myself free from his hold. He fumbled and twisted his fingers into the sleeve of my shirt.

"But Daniel is? Is Daniel what you need? Answer me!" He yelled, spinning me back around to face him again, his eyes brimming with anger, hurt and jealousy. I could see both of them in his inky depths, hiding behind the warm brown I had grown to love.

"I need a father for my child! A man who can be there openly instead of hiding in the shadows." I spat out, pulling my arm free and placing both on my hips, showing my bubbling cauldron of anger. "I begged you, Jack. I gave you options that would allow us to be more and you said no because you are scared."

"Scared! I'm not… it was you who left it in the room Sam! A year ago… remember!" He started ranting.

"And you shoved us back in there without a thought." I interrupted, motioning with my hand into the past. "You wouldn't give us a chance!"

"Oh, right… so it's my fault! Because being told that SG-1 is more important to you than I am had nothing to do with my decision." He shouted. "You want your cake and to eat it too! Best of all worlds, hey Samantha. You want your high-flying Air Force career while you secretly fuck your CO and have his baby, without any consequences! News flash sweetheart! Life doesn't work that way!" He shouted back. If we weren't careful, we'd have the police on the door.

"That was before we did anything, before you said you loved me." I cried. "When you said that, I thought we might have a chance, I changed my mind. I asked you to find a way and you shot me down." I barked back at him. "Well, more fool me for thinking someone would love me the way I deserve. Oh, and for the record, I've never just wanted to fuck my CO. If that was all I wanted, I would have nailed you years ago." I watched as he paced away from me, hands in his hair, then back towards me, spearing me with a dark look laced with everything he had hidden for years.

"Deserve is right. You deserve more than what I can offer you. I can't give you what you want! I told you that!" He yelled. How could he have known what I wanted, when I didn't even know? Did I want the whole marriage, kids and a dog. Not yet, maybe one day. Unfortunately, my body did not get the memo. Now, I couldn't think of anything more important than my baby. I couldn't tell him that though.

"Are you fucking Daniel now?" He asked accusingly, not hiding any of his emotions. Shaking my head, I just looked at him in utter disbelief. God why was he so hung up who I was fucking. Like it was any of his business whether I was getting my rocks off anyway.

"As if! That was a show for Kinsey, and his Muppet. It would be like fucking my brother!" I spat. Besides, he knew Daniel was in a relationship with Janet. Janet was nice, but not nice enough to share even if I did want to screw my pseudo-brother.

"Dammit Sam! Do you know how close I came to killing him? When he told me you were more than friends, I… I almost choked the life out of him." He scolded me while pacing. I had heard about him being shot. Thankfully, it had only been an intar and not a P-90, otherwise he would still be in the infirmary. "When he touched you…" He stopped, but I could see what he didn't say in his eyes. The primal rage, the possessiveness, his belief that he alone owned me. All things that I had seen in his incorporeal self. 'Oh my... ignore it Sam!' I told myself.

Hiding my aroused swallow while I worked to suppress Samantha yet again, I said, "I'm not fucking anyone, Jack – not Daniel and not you! Now, if you don't mind, I'm leaving!" I turned and started toward my front door again. I had to get out of here before I let him take me where I stood.

"Not with my child, you aren't!" His hand spearing out, grabbing my arm, and hauling me back to where I had been standing moments ago.

"This baby is mine, and I am taking her far away from here."

"Like hell you are. Maybe you didn't hear me before. That child is mine, you are mine." He replied, backing me up, the kitchen bench not more than a few feet behind me. My breath started coming out in harsh ragged breaths when I saw a momentary flash of darkness.

"Prove it. Colonel." I challenged, daring his shadow to takeover fully. He moved like a whirlwind.

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I went from standing in front of him to a seated position on the edge of my kitchen bench with my skirt around my waist and panties around my ankles, his wet tongue lathing through my folds to dive deep within me while his fingers grasped and massaged my hips. At first, I tried to pull his head away, but it felt so good to have him there – skin to skin, instead of in a dream – that I couldn't stop my fingers from curling into his hair to hold him in place while I tried not to cry out my pleasure. It didn't work. Instead of pushing him away, I pulled my leg up and rested the heel of my foot on the bench to give him more room, then leant back bracing myself with one hand to stop from falling when my hips arced off the surface chasing his tongue and my climax, despite still holding his head with my other hand.

"Oh God, Jack." I cried out at the sudden mini explosion caused by him sucking on my clit while dancing his calloused thumb around my opening – so on edge from our confrontation. The sound of his belt buckle hitting the ground startled me out of my post orgasmic haze in time for me feel the head of his cock breach and push inside me while he hauled my body back to a seated position.

"I will make you mine!" He grunted into my ear, his voice dripping with seduction and his hands pulling my hips onto him with jarring force. "I should have taken you on that table, shown you my version of an arm wrestle." He growled, pressing so deep my eyes watered. "Under the ice, fuck I wanted you. I dreamed about you, even when I didn't know you." I knew that voice, the same one that kept me company in my dreams. Only this time there was the added element of the real Jack. "You feel even better like this." He ground out before crushing his lips to mine to swallow my vocal responses and squeaks.

This was so different to the tent. This is what I imagined the ruins would have been like if Teal'c hadn't interrupted, what the dream O'Neill had been doing to his Sam. This was the kind of sex I craved. The hard, rough, possessive, and thoroughly satisfying. Despite my feminist views, I'd be lying if I said I was not enjoying his possession of me. I could feel Samantha in my mind revelling in the same feeling, and it then I realised that she had always been there whenever we got close, and it was me that held her back every time citing rules and regulations. Well screw proprietary because this… this is what I wanted, what I needed. Picturing her box in my mind, I pulled the imaginary tape holding the lid closest and ripped it off allowing her to meld with me. My mind and body was flooded with suppressed feelings of love, joy, desire and pure need. Why had I held her back? Oh God! Yes! She cried into my mind as the two halves of me became one while Jack's tongue plunged into my mouth in time with his rhythm.

Pulling back to get some much-needed oxygen, I rested my forehead on his, "Are you mine? Jack? Ahhh… Oh God." I cried out as he bottomed out inside me over and over. Hard and deep, his cock pressing deliciously into my cervix sending little shocks of pleasure pain through my body with every hard thrust.

"Yes. Yes. Always." He grunted, his lips and teeth locking on my neck, marking me, making me his for all to see. Wrapping my legs around the back of his thighs, I slipped my hands down to his butt and pulled, urging him to keep going, unable to stop the wince and the cry when he hit me hard.

"Oh shit!" He responded, stopping immediately, his hand moving to my stomach. I noted his eyes were brown again instead of inky black. "I didn't mean… is she OK." He started to remove himself from me, but I held him in place with my legs. I wasn't sure I liked two Jack's in charge, especially if they were going to switch out when I was so close to screaming my release.

"She is fine, Jack." I ground out, "I swear to all that is holy, if you stop, you will be anything but fine." I said, tightening my legs and lifting my hips. Gripping my hips again, his eyes turned dark as a salacious grin curled on his lips just before he buried himself the rest of the way and resumed his previous rhythm. Oh yeah, this is what I wanted. Want I needed.

"Tell me your mine, Samantha. Tell me…!" He demanded, a low growl rolling out of his throat. Damn, that made him even sexier than normal.

"I'm yours. Oh God, Jack. Don't stop!" I begged and cried out.

"Say… it… again!" He demanded, pushing deeper with each word, "I want to hear you say it!" Thrust! Press. Withdraw. Thrust!

Thrust. "Ahhh!" Thrust. Press. Withdraw. Thrust. Thrust. Faster this time. "Yes… yes… harder, please… YES!" I screamed when he complied. Thrust. Harder again. "Ah God Jack! I'm yours… I'm yours…" I cried out again; each one of my words punctuated by another bone jarring thrust from his hips and a possessively sounding mine ground out from his lips. I loved it. Revelled in it.

"God, Sam. I need… I… come… now!" He growled heavily.

Lifting my hips off the bench in time with his heavy thrusts, I screamed as he drove me to my second orgasm without any external stimulation, his heavy grunts leading into a strangled shout as he came moments later. He continued to rock his hips as he gave me all he had to give, eventually stopping, his face still buried in my neck, breathing heavily, his lips dancing along the sensitive line between my ear and my shoulder while his fingers gripped my hips. I felt his body sag the moment shadow Jack relinquished control, his arms coming around my body to hold me firm and tender.

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"I'm sorry, please… don't leave me. We'll work it out. Promise me, Sam." He murmured into my neck, his tongue and lips feathering across my skin lighting it on fire, his arms still around me and shoulders shaking with his emotion and the exertion from the fantastic sex we had just had.

Wrapping my arms around him, I stroked his back while feathering my own kisses along his neck and jaw, our argument and week old stalemate put aside. "OK. We'll work it out, Jack." I didn't know how, but if he was willing to give us a chance, then I was willing to try. Our child deserved to know both parents. "I love you." I told him, hoping I'd hear it reciprocated.

My last words drew a heaving sob out of the man in my arms, "Thank God, I love you too. So much." He replied, his own arms squeezing me tighter. "I'll do better this time, I promise. I'll be a better father. Please don't take my baby from me." He begged.

"Never, Jack." I vowed, pulling him tighter into my body, ignoring the trickle running down my thighs from our love despite him still being inside me. I could feel the shiver in his body as he cried silent tears on my shoulder. Smiling, I buried my face into his neck as the pinpricks heralding the arrival of my own warm tears grew in my eyes. Despite my shade being weak from the mission and our time at the Academy, now that she was one with me, I could feel her smiling. We would be OK. We would work this out. All that mattered now was us. Our child, our future, our happiness.