AU: Jack gets a little help from some friends...

Rating Warning!

I know that FF doesn't have an MA rating, and I have considered cutting this chapter down, but it would simply be easier to not publish it at all in that case. With that in mind, please only read this chapter if you have no aversion to this kind of thing.

The following is a synopsis for story catch up for those who choose to skip this chapter.

A/N: In short, Sam is dying and we saw in Jack's dream that it is coming sooner rather than later (i.e., before Jack returns from Antarctica). Jack also sees different ways to help her in that dream, but doesn't put it together until he sees Sam and John get frisky. Jack uses the Ancient healing ability in a very different way (Sexual Healing anyone?) but he needs more power/essence/lifeforce than him and John can safely provide, so he calls on Spirit Jack (Samantha's husband who died) and Spirit Sam (Major Sam) to provide that lifeforce. John ages slightly during the process.

While he can't give her infinite time, he can give her enough so that he can put his other plan (to be revealed) into action.

Chapter 18: A little help from our friends

Monday, 15th March 2004 – 0436 hours – O'Neill Household – John O'Neill

The bed was cramped but nevertheless comfortable. My dream was pretty damn good too. As per normal, it featured Sam. Bright, youthful, bubbly Sam. With white hair and tired yet still spectacularly blue eyes. Her hands were doing things they loved to do. Things I loved them doing. Teeth nibbling. Whispered words.

"John." Another nip of her teeth on my ear. Another path of fire following her fingers south to north.

"Hmm."

"Please, John." She huffed, the puff of air feeling all too real. Replying with another non-committal sleep noise hoping to stay in my head a little longer. "I need you." She whispered urgently, her hand wrapping around the evidence of my enjoyable dream, an action which jolted me awake enough to realise that I had only been half dreaming.

"Sam. Are you… oh-ah…" I started, then paused when she gripped me with her hand and pumped twice. "Whoa… are you…" The 'sure' did not come out as a word, more like a groan when she swiped her thumb across the top.

"I've had his…" She motioned with her head to Jack, "…sidearm pressing into my butt for half an hour." Her voice a light yet demanding whisper followed by an open-mouthed kiss behind my ear, her tongue trailing along its shell sending all sorts of sensations everywhere at once.

"Oh, right. Just… gimme a minute." I whispered back low enough to avoid waking the other occupants. It surprised me that she was interested in having fun in our current situation despite the motivation. It also surprised me that she had not woken Jack up. He was a notoriously light sleeper. Perhaps the chance of being caught by one or both of them was an additional motivator.

With careful, calculated movements, I rolled onto my back with the intention of sitting up, though Sam was a little more eager than I was expecting, casting off the blankets in her haste. She was so eager that she straddled me with astonishing speed and precision, causing me to bite down on my lip to stop from making a noise when she impaled herself and immediately started an impatient kind of grinding with her hips while leaning her hands heavily on my chest. Turning my head to the side, I realised there was only one other person. Samantha wasn't here. Sam's first two hard plunges pulled a whimper from my throat that I managed to stifle behind gritted teeth and lots of willpower, though not before casting my eyes to the side once again to find Jack's dark brown eyes fixed on us.

Well her. Watching.

Clamping my eyes shut briefly, I opted for ignorance. Wrapping my hands around her derriere, I encouraged her to rise up and down, but she shook her head and motioned that what she was doing was better for her. While that was great and all, I was struggling not to come apart every time she rocked forwards, her pelvis applying a delicious pressure in all the right places. I was getting better in the stamina department, after all, the old adage of practice makes perfect – as cliché as it was – was true.

"Sam…" My whispered voice begging her to change things up so that I could last for her.

"I'm close. I just need a little… more." She replied, rocking harder. Her eyes closed, and I knew she was picturing things in her mind. Focusing on her pleasure when the bed moved, and a deep voice cut through the sound of harsh breathing.

"Let me help." Jack whispered in her ear. Opening my eyes, I saw him behind her kneeling. Sam looked up at him in profile over her shoulder briefly before nodding. He moved slightly wrapping his arm around and under her shirt, his fingers tweaking one of her nipples. "Slow down." He ordered. She did and god was I thankful because one more of her grinding thrusts and my side of this would have been over. That's when I felt his other fingers. Probing. Playing.

"Hey!" I tried to yell without raising my voice above a whisper. He shushed me just as one of his fingers pressed inside her, sharing what space there was with me. "Jack!"

"Shut up John!" Sam berated, "Oh, God, yes!" She cried while Jack kissed the back of her neck, then slipped a second finger alongside his first. Before long, he had a third finger inside her, applying pressure to the underside of my cock making my eyes roll into the back of my head, especially when Sam began her rocking again, only this time a little more subdued, though that was probably because Jack had lifted her into an almost upright position which would be murder on her hip joints.

"That's it, Carter. Ready for more?" He asked, his lips on her ear.

"Oh God, yes!" She moaned again while he still played. Suddenly his fingers were gone, followed by a sulking whimper of displeasure from Sam.

Before I could do anything, a rigid surge of hardness pressed inside her entrance, then pushed home, the pressure far too much for me to ignore. I barely heard Sam's cry of immense pleasure as she came apart over my own voice, though how I could concentrate on anything other than coming hard while memories of long past fantasies of double-teaming Carter ignited in my brain. Of course, this wasn't quite the same as my fantasy which involved the robot O'Neill and I pleasuring her in different spaces at the same time. And goddamn if this wasn't the most sordid, weirdest, borderline incestuous thing I had ever done in my life. Was it incest if the other guy involved was another version of you? Maybe it was closer to self-gratification which was something I was well versed with from before I met Carter in any lifetime, just not on this level. Fuck. I wondered if any of those astrophysical science nerds considered a threesome in the event that someone figured out the time travel thing, then chucked in an alien created clone just for fun. Hell, add a little alternate universe into that mix and we'd end up with a foursome, though I wasn't sure how Samantha would feel about what was going on here considering her frostiness earlier. The feel of his large hand wrapping around my balls then a tingly warmth reignited my arousal.

"Jesus!" I cried out as the extreme sensitivity pinged, making my toes curl. Sam could no longer move, not that she didn't continue trying, sending additional frissons of sensation causing me to grab a hold and push deep, as if I could stop that reaction. The problem with that, Jack surged inside her at the same time, both of us hitting her G-spot. She whimper-cried and ground her hips down detonating my second orgasm.

"For crying out loud John!" Jack growled impatiently.

"Hey! Shut up, you try being sixteen again. Oh, fuck me!" I berated then cried out when Jack deliberately moved seeking to apply as much pressure to my oversensitive cock as possible. He chuckled. "Asshole." I muttered through gritted teeth.

"Help me out here." He ordered as his hand continued its caressing, not letting my hardness deflate. What he was doing should not be possible. I may be a teenager, but this kind of thing was highly improbable even at my age.

"I'm trying… I'm…"

"Not you." Jack bit off and tilted his chin. Not me? What the… then a glow filled the room. Turning my head to the left, I saw a celestial being fade in and walk towards the bed. Shit. It was me… well him. Sam followed my gaze, her form stiffening as another whimper fell from her lips.

"Hey, Carter." His voice smooth and just a little ethereal. Sam gasped and sighed.

"Oh my…" She breathed, whatever else she was going to say turning into a moan when Jack's hand swept up her body and removed her cumbersome shirt before returning to her breasts, his lips dancing across her bare shoulder.

The golden ghost smiled, then misted and wafted over the bed towards me.

"What the hell? What… ah, geez!" I groaned while arching my back as he joined with me, the warmth of his presence filling every vestige of my person. Watching through my eyes, I saw Jack smile while my hand cupped Sam's backside, lifting her up then pulling her down. I could feel everything but do nothing. Jack remained still, so when my hands pulled her down, we both filled her to the brim earning us a shattering cry of pleasure. A faint golden glow wrapped itself around her upright body, growing brighter with every movement, rippling like the surface of a pond at sunrise. The opening of the door pulled my attention, though without being in control, what we were doing did not stop.

"Samantha…it's…err…" I tried to explain why two us were balls deep in Sam. I failed because… reasons… mostly because Sam was once again crying through an orgasm, the glow brightening a little only to recede again. I was once again on the verge, thankfully the spirit possessing me had much better control. How Jack had not blown his load yet was beyond me. I mean I knew he had stamina, but this was…

"Oh, is that right?" She bit off. "Because it kinda looks like my husband is fucking an old version of his ex." She pointed out with an angry look on her face. "As for you…" She jabbed a finger at me but didn't say anything before turning, grabbing her handbag, and moving to leave the room. Crap. I was about to say something when I saw and felt the Jack residing within me power up.

"Sammie… need you." It was kind of my voice except deeper, but it wasn't me. She turned and looked straight at me.

"Jack?" She said, her voice laced with shock, "Is that…"

"Yes, baby. I am within him." He replied to her. She choked up a little and looked at the scene before her. Then the room brightened as if the sun were setting. The spirit centre that was Jack bloomed as if he were smiling with his entire essence as his Sam – a golden beauty – appeared a little in front and to the left of Samantha.

Samantha gasped, "Are you… Major Sam?"

"Yes. Just as I am you and her. She is us. Will you help them help us?" Cosmic Sam asked. Samantha looked at the scene playing out before her again.

"I… I… umm…"

"Mei angelus, please help." Jack asked in half Ancient, half English. Cosmic Sam held her hand out and I watched as Samantha hesitantly reached out. The moment their hands touched, they became one and Samantha breathed in deep, the bag slung over her shoulder dropping with a thud to the ground.

"Oh my God. Oh… Jack. I feel it… I feel… love." She gasped and took another deep breath, then smiled and almost glided over to climb onto the bed. Her first action was to pull Jack's face to hers to kiss him. She bloomed golden and he groaned.

"Missed you… love you…" He murmured into her mouth. "Need you." His hands left my Sam, one cradling Samantha's head, the other plunging between her thighs.

Samantha gasped, then in one swift movement pulled her nightdress off then resumed kissing him, his fingers moving furiously until she was ready to peak. The whole time, a strange feeling of desire built within my chest, and I knew it was from cosmic Jack. Swallowing heavily, I found I couldn't stop looking. The desire to have her combined with a deep-seated feeling of possession intensified until a selfish thought – mine – manifested in my mind. God, I wanted her so badly that I could almost taste it.

"Mine." The word ripped from my mouth uncontrollably. Samantha smiled and looked over her shoulder, her eyes green and a golden glow undulating across her body. She moved one knee to widen her kneeled stance.

"Move John!" Jack demanded, but my friendly spirit possessor was way ahead of him. Before I knew it, I was on my knees behind Samantha and Jack had nudged Sam forward onto her forearms. Jack leaned in making Sam shatter a third time, her glow brightening momentarily.

"Not enough. Need more…" Jack grunted. How much more did she need? There were essentially six of at this stage.

"Not her, him. He needs more." She replied, somehow knowing what I was thinking. "I need you to make us come, we can channel the power that creates into him."

"He doesn't have the stamina." Cosmic Jack said from my mouth.

"Hey!" I complained internally, prodding him as he made my fingers move to her clit.

"Then I'll issue a challenge. Don't hold back. Fuck me hard and fast but get me off first." She teased, then pushed her hips backwards. Gripping her on one side, I started to push in when she looked over her shoulder with fire in her eyes. "What part of hard and fast did you not understand, airman?" She demanded.

"None, ma'am." I replied as I slammed into her hard then set a relentless pace, my fingers still working their magic. Soon enough she started to peak. Moments later, she passed the point of no return signalling Jack to increase the pace and pressure of my fingers. She moaned heavily and leaned in to kiss Jack as our ascended friends' glows ignited to fill the room.

Samantha cried out into Jack's kiss, and I watched as the light flowed from them or rather us into him. From that moment on, time seemed to slow and I became a spectator. Feeling everything, seeing everything, controlling nothing. Sam cried out, not in pain, but it wasn't pleasure either. Jack had been going for ages. I wasn't jealous… well, I was, but I wasn't. Then he faltered and groaned himself.

"Not yet." He ground out through Samantha's kiss, seemingly speaking to himself. His fingers gripped Sam harder, pulling her onto his erection with renewed vigour making her moan again. When he had reasserted his control, his hands moved up to her waist and glowed with intense light that forced the dull glow to expand through her entire body via her blood vessels. The light pulsed in time with her heartbeat ebbing and flowing as if she had millions of tiny torches in her blood stream shining their intense light outwards. Soon enough her entire body was awash with a golden fire while he thrust heavily into her, the sounds becoming pleasurable again.

"Ex mei atu, lume abi vitae eteri." Jack muttered, "Vitae eteri… Deio, Sam!" He cried out, the light growing so bright, I had to close my mind's eye.

"What are we doing?" I asked the spirit who possessed me, because it looked and sounded like Jack was increasing her life span even though she had been doing so well lately and didn't look like she was giving up her place on this Earth any time soon. Well, at least that was what I kept telling myself daily because the thought of losing her, even to natural causes, was too much for me comprehend.

"Oh God, John… shit! Sorry. Jack." She cried out then apologised making me almost laugh at the number of times she had called me Jack before apologising. I didn't mind. She wasn't wrong and I didn't care what she called me anymore.

"S'OK." He muttered and pressed deeper into her. "I'll have you crying my name in no time, Carter." He promised in full English as the light faded. Soon enough, Sam did choke out Jack's name before burying her head into the pillow so that she could muffle her final screamed release soon after which Jack, in an open mouth silent cry, poured himself into Sam, his eyes open and glowing golden for the entirety of his orgasm. When he finished, the light disappeared from both him and Sam, his eyes went back to dark brown and closed as his hands dropped and his head lolled to the side. Despite having little energy, Jack still managed to help Sam lay down then crawl up the bed and pull her into his embrace. When the spectral entities of Jack and Sam left us, we slumped as well. We were so wrung out that we joined Jack and Sam on the bed, me on the outside and Samantha with her back against Jack's.

She sighed with a doe-eyed smile, all evidence of her earlier anger and jealousy gone. "Thank you. I think." She whispered.

I chuckled and ran my hand through my hair. "Yeah, not what I was expecting when Sam woke me up, that's for sure." I could feel Jack and Sam's combined Naquadah buzzing through my whole body though I figured that was left over from what had just happened. Somehow it felt stronger. More intense.

"I know what you mean." She replied then looked sad. "Major Sam showed me a memory, or maybe a dream while we were…" She faltered and bit her lip. I couldn't stop the frown. I had seen the same thing, though now I knew that it was something and not nothing.

"I know. I try not to think about losing her." I replied sadly. Rolling onto my back, I pulled Samantha until she nestled with her head on my chest.

"Do you suppose that was what woke Jack up earlier?" She asked. All I could do was nod. It made sense that it was his dream that made him to try and fix her. I just hoped it worked because I knew I would struggle when the inevitable did happen. "He was so adamant that I get Sam." She added, her fingers tracing patterns on my sternum like I was her Jack – the one she lost. In a way, I was hers, or had been for a little while.

"I guess… yes." I finally replied with a heavy swallow pulling her closer. I knew she wasn't my Sam, but after what we had done, the lines were so blurry it didn't really matter. Cosmic Sam had nailed it when she said She was Her and Samantha and Sam. The same went for us Jack's. It still didn't make things any better where my Sam was concerned.

Despite me doing what I did with Samantha, my Sam was still mine and thinking about that memory brought about a realisation too scary for me to consider. A realisation that I had been ignoring and fighting against, even going so far as to tell her that she had years. Samantha merely looked at me with a sad face, then leaned up and kissed me full on my lips. Memories of the last time we kissed on the other side when it was goodbye, hurtled through my mind. This time was different. It was more. It wasn't the same as what I felt when I kissed my Sam, but rather than being a detached goodbye full of longing and regret, it spoke of acceptance and promise, of a future where there hadn't been one. Maybe not with me, but a future, nonetheless.

"Wow." She said with a smile when we separated. "You really are him, aren't you?" She asked motioning to Jack.

"I really am, up until eight months ago. Now I am hers for as long as I can be." I said motioning to Sam and praying that I would see her hit triple digits. A fools' wish, I knew, but a wish, nonetheless. With a smile, Samantha curled up and placed her hand on my chest. With my foot, I managed to give the rumpled blanket at the end of the bed a tug, then pulled it up arranging it around us while Samantha deftly threw the other side over Jack and Sam. We had a few more hours before Jack had to be on base. A few more hours to pretend that everything was OK, and that Samantha was not saying goodbye her husband again.