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It was the middle of the night when she climbed into bed next to him.  The flight from the Springs had been late and long, and she undressed as quietly as possible as to not awake him.  She sunk down into the mattress and suppressed her sigh of contentment.  Even if he wasn’t awake, even if he was so tired himself to notice her entry, this was his bed and she could smell him all around.  The comfort it brought her after her week of hell was enough to lull her into a comfortable sleep.

Her body woke her before dawn, as it always did.  Product of the military life, she supposed.  Blinking twice she remembered where she was.  Turning, she reached for him, sliding her left hand up his back and around to his chest, spooning comfortably behind him.  She buried her head in the crook of his neck and inhaled deeply.  She had missed him so much.  They really had to find a better arrangement.  Washington D.C. and Colorado Springs were clearly too far.  He shifted and turned, startled that she was behind him. 

He cleared his throat.  “Carter... Sam?”

 “Hey,” she kissed his bare chest and moved in to hug him, but he sat up and shifted slightly away.

“What are you doing here?” He said, still squinting to see her, clearly confused.

“I thought I’d surprise you... came in late, didn’t want to wake you.”

He was still gaping at her.  “I thought you were on a mission,” he spoke groggily.

“I was.  But Daniel got food poisoning.  We gated back yesterday and I thought I’d surprise you,” she stated with a bit more edge to her tone, starting to get a little put off by his lack of welcome.

“Oh.  Is he ok?  Did you eat whatever too?” He was shifting even further on the bed, stretching the sleep from his back.

Sam cocked her head to the side and looked at him.  Something was off.

“He’s ok.  Ate some green soup from the natives.  Cam had some too but not as much as Daniel.  Tealc and I refused and I’m not sure where Vala even was during dinner…” He nodded and she watched as he swung his legs off the side of the bed and put his back to her, rubbing his face with his hands and sighing audibly. 


“Hum?” He turned his head slightly towards her but avoided her gaze.

Trying to ignore his unease, she moved onto her knees on the bed and went to hug his back, thinking she could press a kiss to the back of his neck and woo him back to bed.  It was still early.  Very early.  As soon as she was behind him and had her arms around him, he tensed.  Sam missed nothing.

“Jack, what’s wrong?”  He got up and circled to the other side of the bed, away from her and towards the bathroom.

“I have an early meeting, Sam.  I better go get dressed,” he spoke, matter of fact.

She cocked her head even more and squinted her eyes at him.  Who was this man and what had they done to Jack O’Neill?  In the months they had been seeing each other, he couldn’t wait to be with her.  Hug her, kiss her, talk to her, and do other interesting things to her that only made her blush.  As soon as they were in the same room he could hardly keep his hands off of her.

“Jack, I flew all the way here to spend the weekend with you.  It’s Saturday.  We haven’t seen each other in 4 weeks.  You haven’t even kissed me yet!”  The confusion and hurt in her voice was obvious, and Jack looked like he was taking his time composing a response.  Something was wrong, she just knew it.

“Sam… I’m sorry.  I wished you’d checked with me first.  Look, I really have to get ready,” and he turned, walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind him.

Sam sat on the bed and stared at the closed door.  It took all her energy not to march after him.  Maybe he had had a bad week too.  Maybe she really wasn’t what he needed this weekend.  She entertained the idea of booking a flight back to the Springs; she really could use a few days holed up in her lab to catch up on work.  But then she’d have wasted a perfectly good free weekend to spend with Jack, and those were few and far between.   Maybe he’d have his meetings and come home in a better mood.  She’d take her chances.