"A Miracle Cure 3" by Flo, Alexandra, Anne-Marie, Sonya, Ann & Karen

Title: A Miracle Cure - Part 3

Authors: Flo, Alexandra [Alex], Anne-Marie [Annie], Sonya, Ann and Karen.

Rating: NC17

Category: Sam and Jack. Who else???

Archive: Sam and Jack, Heliopolis 2. All others please ask.

Season: ::shrug:: Uh... you pick. <g>

Spoilers/sequel: Sequel to A Miracle Cure Part One and Two.

Status: Complete. So far.

Disclaimer: All the recognisable characters and settings belong to Gekko, Showtime, MGM, etc. No infringement intended. But all unrecognisable characters belong to us. But we're open to negotiation over them...;-)

Summary: PWP. Mostly.

Warnings: Graphic sex.

Feedback: Duh!!!

Notes: You may recognise the first bit... Please remember this is very much tongue in cheek! Many liberties were taken with this tale. If you take us seriously there's something wrong lol. Hmmm... where shall we go next? We're here to please... Oh yeah, and we've answered a couple of challenges here I think - the 'Sam and Jack have sex in an unusual place' challenge, the 'Sam and Jack get caught having sex' challenge, the 1999 NC17 challenge, the 'smut' challenge ::wink:: I think that's all for now. We'll keep you updated. There are more out there after all... ;-)

Archivers please note the change in email addresses and the people involved. Thanks! We're really glad you've included us on your sites :-)

Copyright Flo, Alexandra, Anne-Marie, Sonya, Ann, and Karen May 2000.

*****

Sam and Jack made their way down the corridor to the General's office. Once there, Jack rapped his knuckles politely on the door, and they waited a couple of seconds before they heard Hammond call out, "Enter!" They looked at each other a little nervously, and then obeyed.

"Take a seat, Colonel, Major," the General ordered. Once they had settled themselves, Hammond began to explain why he wanted to see them both. "I have asked Dr. Jackson to accompany Dr. Bouchard and SG-2 on their mission. I feel Dr. Jackson has a lot of relevant experience that she can draw on. And it may help her feel more comfortable to have another civilian with her on her first mission."

"Wouldn't want to leave her alone with SG-2 too long, sir," Jack agreed. "It may be an experience she wouldn't care to repeat."

The General gave Jack a slightly exasperated look, and continued. "As a result, the rest of SG-1 will receive a couple of extra days stand-down, until Dr. Jackson is back and able to rejoin the team." He looked at them both. "Any questions?"

Jack and Sam shook their heads. Hammond dismissed them, and they rose and left. Once outside, Sam breathed a sigh of relief.

"Sweet," Jack said. "Another couple of days off, and right before the Fourth of July."

"Mmmm..." Sam replied absently, running a hand through her hair.

Jack turned to look at his 2IC, concerned. "Sam? Are you ok?" he asked softly.

She looked up at him, distracted. "I, ah, yeah. Sure. I'm just tired I guess," she gave him a small and slightly embarrassed smile. She noticed am airman at the other end of the corridor. "I'm off home, sir. Have a good evening."

Jack watched her walk up the corridor, admiring her gently swaying hips. Did she know what that did to him? Probably not, since she left without a backward glance. Damn! What had gotten into him? She was his second in command and had saved his sorry butt more times than he wanted to admit. He was more than a little concerned about the way she had left. Was she angry? Upset? Or just embarrassed? Or did she already regret what had happened between them? 'Tomorrow', he thought. 'We have to talk tomorrow. For now I'll just enjoy the view.'

As Sam walked to her car she started reviewing her actions with her CO. How many regulations had they broken in a span of just a few minutes? 'Don't go there, Sam,' she warned herself. 'You know you have wanted him and had thought he was only a dream.' A very impossible dream at that. With a dejected sigh she got into her car and drove home.

*****

As Jack signed out for the evening and made his way to his Jeep, he saw Sam's Sebring pull out of the lot. His thoughts returned to his earlier worries about Sam's reaction to the day's events. She'd left so quickly...Was she as confused as he was? He had no idea what had come over him in the locker room, and there was no excuse for what happened after the meeting in the Briefing Room. 'Oh for crying out loud, quit lying to yourself, Jack! You know you been thinking about her from almost the moment you laid eyes on her, you just never thought she'd give an old battle and emotionally scarred solider like you the time of day!' he thought to himself as he acknowledged the sentry on duty. He drove home, his thoughts in turmoil. Before he realized it he was pulling into his drive, and it was full dark. He let himself in and made himself a light dinner. He tried to watch some hockey, but his thoughts keep going over the day's events. He finally decided to go to bed. But he lay tossing and turning, his thoughts always returning to Sam. That was one of the most incredible things that had ever happened to him. Hell, who was he kidding? It was the best sex ever he'd ever had. It had been exciting, passionate, overwhelming; better than anything he'd ever experienced, even with Sara. 'But is that all I want it to be? Just lust?' The more he thought about it, the more he knew that wasn't what he wanted or needed. He cared for Sam very deeply; in some ways more than Sara. Sure, Sara would always hold a special place in his heart because of Charlie, but the truth be told, they had developed different priorities and started to move in different directions shortly after he returned from Iraq. He was a military man, and at times, even though Sara tried, she hadn't understood him. She had wanted him to leave the more dangerous aspect of the military and move to a more normal life - a desk job - and Jack hadn't been ready for that. He doubted he ever truly would be.

Being military herself, Sam knew without even having to ask just where he stood. Even though in many ways she was 'way smarter then he was', they could laugh at the same jokes and had more things in common then Jack thought possible. He remembered back to when SG-1 was first together and they were on a recon mission and camped out for the first time. Teal'c had been on watch, and Daniel fast asleep. He and Sam had been sitting around the fire talking; it had been so easy to talk to her, so easy he had been kind of shocked. He had assumed that because she was a scientist that they would have nothing to say to each other, but they found themselves talking about movies they had seen and books they had both read... Just normal everyday things. As he lay there remembering all this, he knew the events in the locker room and the Briefing Room had happened because he wanted her. Jack knew they needed to talk and sort out their feelings, but he was worried that she didn't feel the same way and had been just caught up in the passion. 'No, *scared* would be a better, more honest word', he thought. He sighed and rolled over, trying to find a comfortable position to go to sleep. 'But, Jack, she did say 'It's about time!'', he encouraged himself. Maybe there was hope.

Across town, Sam lay in her bed, having more or less the same thoughts. She had been so hurt by his reaction after being rescued from Edora, and also his encounter with that woman. After she had worked so hard and tirelessly he hadn't even wanted to come home! But after a time, they slowly rebuilt their friendship and Sam convinced herself she was satisfied with that. After all, there could never be anything else - unless someone changed the regulations. And *that* was never going to happen. So when he had walked into the shower that afternoon and started making love to her... She had been shocked at first, but quickly the shock had turned to the passion she had been hiding inside of her for almost 4 years, and she had relished each touch. She burned just thinking about it. She grinned when she remembered his very imaginative use of the ice in the conference room. She also knew that her feeling ran deeper than just a romp and they would need to talk. It was not something that was going to be easy, but needed to be done. But what if he didn't feel the same way?

*****

Sam was annoyed. She sat in her car, staring at the fuel gauge. It read 'empty'. How on earth could she have missed that last night? No, she knew all right. She'd been too busy thinking about a certain Colonel to even notice the fuel light come on. Damn. And the only person who could get her out of this predicament and back to the base on time was that self same Colonel. Daniel was still off-world, Janet had stayed on base last night watching over one of SG-6, and Teal'c lived on base. With a sigh of resignation she gathered her things off the seat next to her, opened the car door, and headed back inside. She put her things down on the couch, and nervously picked up the phone.

'Oh, for goodness sake, Sam,' she thought as she dialled his number, 'Snap out of it! He's your CO, he's your friend, he's... talking to you.' She tried to suppress the pleasurable shivers that ran down her spine as she heard his warm voice.

"Uh, hi, sir, I mean Jack, I..." God, was that her voice? All husky and stammering? She cleared her throat. "I have a bit of a problem."

"Oh? And it's one that you need *my* help for?"

"I'm out of gas, sir," she replied reluctantly.

She heard him suppress a chuckle. "Out of gas? Really? How'd that happen?" She could just hear him thinking, 'She can build a particle accelerator, but she doesn't notice when her gas tank is empty!'

"I didn't fill the tank, sir," she replied dryly, and a little annoyed, although it was a toss up whether it was with him or herself.

"I see. Do you want a ride to the base?"

Sam grimaced. "No, I just thought I'd tell you I'm going to be late...it's a long walk.... Of course I want a ride! *Sir*," she added belatedly.

She heard him chuckle aloud this time. "I'm on my way." And with that he hung up.

He arrived soon after, to find Sam waiting for him on her front steps. "Thank you, sir. I really appreciate it," she said as she hopped in and closed the door.

He smiled at her as he put the car into reverse and backed out of the drive. "Anytime Major. I enjoy rescuing damsels in distress."

They fell into an uncomfortable silence as he negotiated the early morning traffic.

Sam fiddled nervously with her hands, eyes cast downward, almost afraid to look at her CO. A flood of emotions rushed through her - memories of their lovemaking, all the regulations they'd broken, the fear that he would tell her it was all a big mistake...God, she was so confused. She knew what they'd done was wrong and yet all she wanted to do was reach out and touch him, feel his strong arms around her...She couldn't lose him. Not now. She couldn't. Being without him last night had made that very clear. She'd had very little sleep.

Jack glanced over at Sam, a little worried at her silence. 'God, she's so beautiful' he thought before frowning slightly. Did she think it was all a big mistake, is that why she was so quiet? His stomach knotted at the thought that she might want what they had to end...even before it really started. He couldn't lose her, not now. He grimaced, and made a decision.

He pulled over. Sam stared at him, confused, and very worried at the fierce expression on his face. "Is there something wrong, sir?"

"Jack," he replied shortly. "Sir is a little formal all things considered, don't you think?"

"Yes," Sam answered softly.

"We need to talk, Sam."

"Yes." 'Oh, god, here it comes,' she thought, inwardly bracing herself.

"About yesterday...I don't know what came over me, hopping into the shower with you like that, and as for the Briefing Room...But I want you to know I don't regret it. It's something I've wanted to do for a very long time."

Sam felt herself blush. "Me too," she admitted. "I don't know what happened either, but... I don't regret a thing. *Anything*" 'Especially the part with the ice cubes,' she thought. She swallowed, feeling herself flush at the very thought, and tried to concentrate on the present.

He reached out and traced her cheek. "So, now what?"

Sam shrugged, and placed a small kiss into his palm. "I think we should take this slowly...I mean..."

"I understand. Slowly and discreetly." Sam nodded and smiled. Jack thought that smile could light up the whole world... It always lit up his. He smiled back, and leaned over and kissed her lightly, his lips full of promise. Sam wanted nothing more than to stay that way for the rest of the day. She was tempted to suggest they blow off work and go back to her place. The kiss slowly changed and became more intense, Jack's tongue running across her lips demanding entrance. Sam opened her mouth to comply with his 'order', enjoying the feel of his roaming hands. Suddenly there were hoops and hollers from a carload of teenagers on their way to school. Jack pulled back and grinned at Sam.

"I think we need to work on the slow and discreet part," he admitted as he restarted the car and pulled back out into the traffic.

They reached the base and went their separate ways - Sam to her lab, and Jack to run an orientation for some newly arrived personnel. They agreed to meet for lunch when Daniel arrived back.

*****

Dr. Rebecca Bouchard knelt in the ruins on the alien planet, in awe of what she found there. Here were the remnants of a civilization that had also flourished on earth more than 2000 years before.

"It's remarkable, isn't it, Dr. Bouchard?" Daniel Jackson asked.

"Yes, Dr. Jackson, it is." She looked around the site. "Absolutely amazing."

Daniel stood and watched Dr. Bouchard, thinking that she seemed familiar for some reason. 'I have seen her somewhere before,' he thought. 'But where?'

"Dr. Bouchard, are you related to Dr. Andre Bouchard?" he asked. "He was one of my teachers, a brilliant archaeologist."

Dr. Bouchard stood and dusted off her hands. "Yes, Dr. Jackson," she answered. "Andre Bouchard is my father."

"Your father?" Daniel thought for a moment. "Did you ever accompany him on any of his digs?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact I did," she answered. "I accompanied him when he went to Egypt in 1984."

"I was on that dig," Daniel said in amazement. "I thought you looked familiar, but I couldn't place you."

"I'm surprised you remembered me at all, Dr. Jackson," Rebecca said. "I was a scrawny thirteen year old with braces." She laughed. "I was probably the worst liability on the whole dig. I broke more artifacts than I found." The day was rather warm, and Rebecca unbuttoned and removed her over-shirt.

'You're not scrawny now,' Daniel thought, admiring the curves exposed by her tank top. "I'm sure that's not true," he said. "From what I remember even at thirteen you were a competent archaeologist."

"Well, my father tried," Rebecca said, smiling. She looked up at him through her eyelashes. "I had a bit of a schoolgirl crush on you. But then again, I was only thirteen."

'And you're definitely *not* thirteen, now,' he thought. All in all, with her dark brown hair, green eyes, and curvaceous figure, she was a most attractive woman and he felt something inside him stir.

Rebecca walked over to examine the writing on the lone remaining standing wall. "This really looks familiar, but I can't quite make it out."

Daniel walked over and stood behind her. The perfume she was wearing was subtle, but he found it very pleasing. 'Focus on this, Daniel,' he told himself.

"It's written in Goa'uld. It says, 'Know from this then the ways to...'" Daniel's voice faded out and stopped. He flushed in embarrassment. "It's just instructions."

"Instructions for what, Dr. Jackson?" she asked. She noticed the bright red flush that now covered his cheeks. Even though it was a warm day, it wasn't that warm. "Please continue."

Daniel looked at her, and then cleared his throat and continued. "'Know from this then the ways to pleasure a woman. Kiss and caress each small part of her body, for those small parts are the source of all her pleasure.'" He stopped again. "Uh...oh...uh, why don't we just get a picture of this and archive it for further study," he said hurriedly. "There's really no rush." He was so embarrassed that he couldn't look her in the eye. He hurriedly took some pictures of the wall.

"That is a good idea, Dr. Jackson, this sounds like it would be very interesting to study. Sort of a Goa'uld 'Karma Sutra,'" Rebecca said, smiling at him. "We could work on it when we get back to the SGC." She ran her hand through her long hair, her lips parting slightly. "We may learn something quite . . .enlightening."

Daniel's breathing was becoming erratic; he was mesmerized by her green gaze. Just then his radio squawked, breaking the spell. It was Major Ferretti, leader of SG-2. "Dr. Jackson, it's time we headed back to the Stargate. We'll meet you there in ten minutes," Ferretti said.

"Uh...sure, sure, Major," Daniel said. "We'll be there." Daniel took a deep breath. "After you Dr. Bouchard."

She smiled. "Thank you, Dr. Jackson." She preceded him toward the Stargate.

Just as the Stargate came into view, Daniel stopped Rebecca. "Dr. Bouchard, would you like to join Jack, Sam, Teal'c, and myself for lunch when we get back?"

"Why thank you, Dr. Jackson," Rebecca said. "I'd enjoy that very much."

"And, uh, call me Daniel, since we're colleagues now and all," he told her.

"Thank you, Daniel. And you can call me Rebecca." They arrived at the Stargate at the same time as SG-2 and Daniel started dialling earth.

'Rebecca,' he mused as he stepped through the event horizon. 'I'm looking forward to getting to know you.'

*****

They returned to the SGC and while they were put through all the usual medical clearances, Daniel contemplated the upcoming holiday weekend and his desire to get to know Rebecca a little better. He hoped Jack would invite her to the BBQ he was holding at his house. However, at the debriefing the General put paid to all his half-formed plans by informing Daniel that his presence would be required at a fund-raising function being held that weekend. He groaned inwardly.

"Now, son, I realize that this is a long holiday weekend and you might have had other plans for it, but it is important that we make nice with these people if we want to continue to get the additional grants we need to expand the educational portion of this program." The General then turned his attention to Rebecca adding, "I am also requesting that Dr. Bouchard attend, as the newest civilian member of the program she can tell how her experience is bring new information to the academic world."

Both Daniel and Rebecca made a face as the General dismissed them and wished them a good afternoon. As they walked from the de-briefing, Rebecca grinned at Daniel and said, "This is a fine mess Ollie, I hate those stuff shirt parties!"

Daniel laughed and said, "Yeah, me too, but I'm glad I'll have company, hey, maybe we can spike the punch and have those stuff shirts dancing with lamps shades on there heads!"

Rebecca held her stomach she was laughing so hard. "Well we're sure as hell gonna try!"

Daniel took her arm and said, "Lets go meet SG-1 for lunch."

In the mess Jack and Sam had just sat down with their trays when Rebecca & Daniel walked in. They made their way over to the table after picking up their food and sat down. "Hey Danny-boy, how'd the mission go?"

"Just great Jack. I thought I Rebecca looked familiar; turns out she's the daughter of one of my old archaeology professors." Jack looked over at Sam, who just grinned; both had picked up on the 'Rebecca'.

"So Dr. Bouchard found an old friend and went on your first gate trip. Pretty exciting day, huh?" Jack commented, for once sounding almost sincere rather than sarcastic, earning him a small smile from Sam.

Rebecca smiled at Jack. "Yes, Colonel, it has been a pretty good morning so far. Now if you can make the afternoon just as interesting, I just might stay around." They all laughed at that comment and decided they were going to like Dr. Rebecca Bouchard. Janet and Teal'c made their way to the table as they where all laughing.

"What's so funny?" Janet asked as they took their seats.

"Oh nothing really - just that Dr. Bouchard is going to fit in very well around here. She has exactly the right temperament," Sam answered with a grin, her blue eyes shining.

"Well if I'm gonna fit in then please call me Rebecca, or Becca. My dad's Dr. Bouchard! Makes me feel old!" she grinned at them.

As they all sat around the table making idle conversation, filling Rebecca in on all the ins and outs of the SGC and its personnel, every so often Jack would rub his shoulder. After a few times of rotating his arm, Daniel finally asked, "Jack, what's wrong with your shoulder?"

Jack grimaced, 'Uh nothing, just a little sore." He glared at hem, daring them to comment on it further.

Sam looked over at Jack, "Sir, you were fine this morning, what happened?"

"Yes, Colonel O'Neill, when I saw you this morning on your way to the orientation, you appeared to be in good health," added Teal'c.

"Oh for crying out loud! Can't a guy rub his arm without getting the third degree?" Jack growled.

They all just looked at him. "Alright! I sort of bruised my shoulder. There, are you satisfied?"

"Sir, how did you do that? You were giving an orientation all morning," Sam asked.

"Yes, Colonel. Now if you said you bruised your tongue, that I could understand," grinned Janet.

Jack glared at Daniel. "Now see what you started?"

"Hey all I did was ask what's wrong with your arm, don't get mad at me!"

"Colonel, you might as well tell us what happened to your shoulder, you know we're gonna keep at you till you do," said Janet. "And as your doctor, I could order you to tell me. Or I could think of some suitable 'examinations' I need to run if you don't," she added with an evil smile.

Jack sighed and look down at the food on his tray, "Mmmm... thrown." he mumbled.

"What was that Jack? We couldn't understand you," Daniel said.

Jack glared at him, "I was showing a recruit how do a certain throw, and I got thrown! Satisfied?" There was silence for a couple of moments, then everybody burst out laughing, drawing the amused glances of the other occupants of the mess hall.

"Jack, what are you level five? And a green recruit threw you!" Daniel gasped.

"Yeah, well the kid was about seven feet tall!" Jack defended himself. "He was bragging about how he never lost a wrestling match and I said hand to hand was a little different and he was so cocky I thought I'd show him a few throws. How the hell did I know he had a black belt!"

Sam was trying her best not to laugh, but Daniel, Janet, and even Teal'c, couldn't contain themselves. Rebecca grinned and said, "Jack you have my sympathy."

Jack smiled at her and glared at the others. "Well at least I have one friend," he said a little indignantly.

After finally getting their laughter under control, they talked for a few more minutes and Jack reminded them about the Bar-B-Q at his house that weekend, and much to Daniel's pleasure, he invited Rebecca to join them.

"Jack, I'm not gonna be able to make it," Daniel said, remembering Hammond's orders. "Seems like the General has me and Rebecca roped into some kind of fund raiser thing. Damn, I was really looking forward to this weekend too. Figured I could translate a few of those tablets I've been putting off and then hang out with you guys at night." They all made sympathetic noises for the unlucky couple, none of which were sincere, and Janet got up to leave.

"Well Colonel, come down to the infirmary and let me have a look at that shoulder to make sure it is just a bruise, and then I'll give you something for it."

Jack nodded. "Ok, some more of those pills you gave me for my migraine would be fine, those things are great, headache was gone in no time."

"I meant to ask you how they worked. They're new. You were my guinea pig so to speak," Janet replied with a smile.

Jack grinned. "Yeah, well this time the guinea pig is happy - they worked great!"

"Would it be alright if I stopped by too, Janet?" Daniel asked. "I've got a headache myself. Must be all those tablettes we've been studying."

"Sure, Daniel. Just come down and I'll check you out."

After lunch, Sam went back to her lab, Teal'c went to train with the Marines, and Daniel and Rebecca went to start cataloguing the artifacts they brought back with them. Jack made his way to the infirmary to get the pills from Janet. After checking to make sure the shoulder was just a bruise as he had said, Janet handed Jack six pills with instructions to take two at a time when he felt uncomfortable. He was going to take the first two when the intercom blared.

"Colonel O'Neill, report to General Hammond's office at once."

Jack sighed and slipped the pills in his shirt pocket. He decided to see the General then take the pills and go lie down for a bit to wait for them to work. His shoulder was hurting more then he'd like to admit. On his way to the General's office, he popped his head in Sam's lab.

"Major."

"Colonel, what can I do for you?" Sam greeted him with a bright smile.

"You still coming this weekend?" Jack asked.

"Sure, I'll do some work in the morning, but then I'll bring Teal'c and come over."

"Good, I'll look forward to it," he replied, deliberately holding her gaze. He winked, enjoying the blush that rose in her cheeks.

"Janet said she'll come by with Cassie later too."

"Good. It will be fun, we can watch the fireworks from my roof." She smiled at him and nodded. Jack waved and proceeded to the general's office. He knocked on the door, and entered at the General's call.

"Sir, you wanted to see me?"

"Yes, Colonel, come in and have a seat."

'Uh-oh' thought Jack. ' 'Have a seat'. This can't be good.'

"Colonel, as you know the long holiday weekend starts tonight, and most of the base is off-duty and no Teams who are off world are expected back for at least 96 hours. Normally, I would stay on the base myself on these occasions to let the field teams have as much down time as possible, but this time unfortunately I must attend a political fund raiser."

"Yes sir, I heard about that from Daniel. He mentioned that he and Dr. Bouchard would also be attending."

"Yes, that's right. I didn't like to have to do that to them, but we have to play the game, which brings me to why I asked you here. Son, I have to leave the base in the hands of a senior officer, and you are the most senior officer at this time, so it falls to you. I'm afraid I have to cancel your weekend."

Jack groaned. "Yes, sir."

"I'm sorry, Colonel. But If my weekend has to be ruined, I feel it's necessary to ruin yours too," Hammond replied straight-faced.

Jack sighed and left, making his way straight to Sam's lab to break the news. He walked straight in and sat down on one of the stools. She looked up from whatever doohickey she was working on, surprised to see him again so soon.

"Hey."

"Hey yourself." One look at his face told Sam something was up. "What's wrong?"

"Looks like I'm stuck on base for the weekend, the general is going to the shin-dig Daniel told us about and I'm the officer in charge."

Sam just sighed, "Oh well, I have a lot of work to do, I'll stick around and keep you company. Maybe we can have a nice dinner just the two of us. Talk some more."

Jack's face lit up, "Yeah, that would be great."

"Well I think I'm gonna stop and see Daniel before he leaves and then try to grab a few winks before I take charge. This shoulder is aching and Janet gave me some pills for it. I think I'll just pop two and go catch 40 winks." He reached into his pocket and pulled out 2 of the pills and took them dry. Sam shook her head.

"Don't you know it's not good to take those without water? Here drink this." She poured him a glass of water, then gave him a light shove. "Now go get some rest. I'll meet you in the Gateroom at 18:30 hrs."

Jack grinned, "The Gateroom?"

"Yes the Gateroom, can you think of a better place for a picnic? I'll set it up." Sam smiled at him.

Jack turned to leave, "Oh Sam, do me a favour and let Teal'c and Janet know the Bar-B-Q is off for now." She assured him she'd take care of everything and sent him off.

Jack stopped by Daniel's quarters and ribbed him about how he really looked like a "space monkey" in his tux and then got last minute instructions from the General. He then went to his quarters and lay down on his bunk.

Jack fell into a light sleep waiting for the ache in his shoulder to subside. He was dreaming about a picnic with Sam aside a blue lake with weeping willow trees blowing in a light breeze. She was so beautiful in a summer dress that was strapless and showed just the right amount of cleavage, its flowing skirt spread out around her. His head is resting on her lap, she feeding him strawberries. She leans down for a kiss, her lips are parted and then...

He woke to the sound of the sound of the alarm on his watch, feeling a familiar ache in his groin. He sat up, swallowing. 'Wow, what a dream!' He walked into his bath and splashed some much needed cold water on his face, before checking his watch. 1800 hrs. 'I better go make sure everything is secure and then go meet Sam for our picnic,' he thought. Memories of his dream coursed through him, and he wished that he could enjoy a picnic like that with Sam. He grinned and left his quarters.

*****

The base was quiet. Jack strode down the corridor, briefly checking that all was well on each level as he made his way down to the Gateroom. He stopped briefly in the Control Room, and watched as Sam laid out a standard issue on the floor at the base of the ramp. Beside her sat a small basket of food, and what appeared to be a bottle of wine. He wondered where she'd managed to get hold of all that on such short notice. He sincerely hoped it wasn't from the mess hall. But what really caught his attention was what she was wearing. It was a sapphire-blue sleeveless dress almost the same color as the one she had been given by the Shavadai. It had a tight-fitting bodice, which emphasized her curves, and it flared out softly over her hips to finish just above her knee. Her hair was lightly brushed and shone in the light. Quite simply, Sam looked stunning.

She looked up and caught sight of him. She raised an arm and waved at him to come down. He smiled and waved back, and turned to go down the stairs.

"Hi," he greeted her as he walked in, making sure the door closed behind him.

"Hi," she said, a little shyly. "Anyone left?"

He shook his head, trying to ignore the way he felt just at the sight of her, and the smell of her... "Just Janet and a couple of her staff, a few unlucky guards. And Teal'c of course."

She nodded and invited him to sit as she finished pulling the food out of the basket.

"Where'd you get all this in such a short time?"

She grinned. "I stole your car and went back to town and did a bit of grocery shopping."

"You took *my* car?" he asked indignantly.

"You were asleep. I didn't want to wake you. You seemed... worn out." She grinned mischievously at him as he raised an eyebrow.

"You didn't seem to be complaining yesterday."

She blushed. "I'm not complaining. But you can't be too careful at your age."

"Hey!" he started, but was quickly silenced as Sam leaned over and gave him a quick teasing kiss. He reached for her but she pulled away too quickly. She smiled at his look of disappointment and shook her head. "Slow and discreet, remember?"

"You call this discreet?" he replied indicating the blanket and the Gateroom.

"Just two friends sharing a picnic, and talking," she smiled. "Now, sir, what would you like to eat?"

He somehow managed to pull his gaze away from her and stared at the food she had laid out. 'Yeah, let's eat. Anything to take my mind off of how incredible she looks tonight,' he thought, shifting, trying to hide the sudden stiffness in his groin. 'You're taking it slowly, remember? Think of something to say...'

"Carter, what made you decide to wear a dress to our little picnic?" 'Oh yeah, *that'll* really help you take your mind off her, Jack.'

Sam gave a small chuckle, "Well, I bought this dress for a friend's informal garden wedding a few years ago and never got the chance to wear it; I got sent overseas two days before the wedding. So when I stopped home to pick up some wine glasses and change clothes, and I spotted it in the back of the closet, I thought, 'why not?'"

She looked at him a little concerned, "Do you think it's too much?"

Jack shook his head, "No, no, not at all. You look incredible, and I'm flattered you thought to wear it for our little impromptu picnic." He gave her the patented O'Neill grin. "So, what do you have in your goodie box?" he asked, changing the subject.

"Well, let's see shall we?" she teased, "Oh look we have some red luscious, juicy strawberries." Sam pulled one out and deliberately held it right in front of his lips, just a little out of reach. Jack moved forward to take the berry from her fingers, but just when he was about to bite, she pulled it further back, giggling. This went on for a few minutes and then Jack lurched forward to grab the berry and bit down hard on Sam's finger.

"Ouch!" Sam sucked her finger.

"Sorry. Here, let me look," Jack said, reaching out and taking her hand, meeting her gaze as he brought her finger to his mouth. He kissed it gently. "All better?" Sam swallowed and nodded, her eyes falling from his warm gaze to his lips. He smiled, and brought her hand back and placed a kiss on her palm, and then another on her wrist, slowly working his way up her arm, nipping and sucking gently. He reached the crook of her arm and softly kissed it, letting the tip of his tongue touch her skin. He smiled when she jumped.

"Jack..." Sam gasped. "I thought we weren't going to do this..."

He looked up at her. "We weren't," he replied, placing another kiss on her arm, beginning to work his way up again. Sam knew she should move away, but couldn't move if her life depended on it. His lips reached her shoulder, and he moved closer, sliding his arm around her waist to draw her close. He nipped gently at the base of her neck, feeling the jolt of pleasure, which raced through her at his touch. She moaned, sliding her hands up and over his chest, drawing him closer. He stopped and looked up at her, his eyes questioning. Sam met his gaze, her face flushed.

"Oh, to hell with it..." She muttered, seeing Jack smile briefly before their lips met fiercely, and she closed her eyes to concentrate more fully on his kiss. Her mouth opened at his unspoken request, welcoming his tongue inside, stroking and caressing it with her own. Her hand moved to cup his cheek, enjoying the slightly rough feel of his skin, before moving to his hair. She couldn't get enough of the feel of it through her fingers; short and slightly springy, but still very soft. She moved to cup the back of his head, bringing him closer as she opened her mouth wider. His hands were wandering all over her body, pulling her beneath him. His right hand trailed her side down her thigh to her knee, drawing it up, and he settled himself between her thighs, before slipping his hand underneath her skirt. He thrust against her gently, letting her feel his arousal against her abdomen.

"Slow down," Sam murmured as Jack's lips left hers to trace her cheek. She placed one hand on his chest, and pushed him away. He looked at her, disappointed and slightly confused. Finally her words registered. "This could be a lot more fun if we go a little slower," she said seductively, disentangling herself from him and standing up. Jack looked up at her; she was framed by the circle of the Gate behind her, the dim lights glinting off her hair. She slipped off her sandals and reached behind, her hands searching for the zip of her dress.

"Wait," Jack stopped her huskily. "That's my job." He stood, trying to ignore the almost painful hardness of his groin. He moved behind her, letting his hands caress her shoulders for a moment, before taking hold of the zipper and pulling it slowly down. As he did so, he placed light kisses all the way down her spine, revelling in the shivers this created in her body, until he reached the small of her back. There he kissed her, swirling his tongue against her warm skin. He straightened, lightly running his hands back up her back until they reached her shoulders, and he slipped off her dress, pushing it down over her hips to the floor. Beneath she wore a lacy white bra and matching panties. Her dog tags rested in the valley between her breasts. Still standing behind her, he bent and placed more kisses on her neck, making her moan and lean back against him. Her hands found his thighs, and caressed them, running upwards until they found his bottom, which she squeezed gently, drawing him closer.

With his lips still concentrating on her neck, his hands caressed her sides and across her stomach, slowly working their way upwards until they reached her breasts. He skimmed them across the top of her bra, then began to gently tease her nipples through the sheer fabric. Her breathing was becoming more erratic with each touch, and so was his. He slipped one hand inside her bra, continuing to tease the hardened nipple until she moaned. His other hand left her breast and travelled downwards once more, across her stomach, causing her to shiver, and lower, to come to rest over her panties, curving around her.

Slowly he began to stroke her through the silky material, his hand moving in time with the one at her breast. Her hands gripped his buttocks tightly as she thrust back against him, feeling his hardened length against her buttocks. She moved her head to meet his lips in a fierce, hungry kiss. His hand moved then, upward slightly to slide beneath her panties, to feel the hot, slick skin within. She shuddered once more at his touch, and gasped into his mouth as his fingers unerringly found her clitoris. She broke the kiss, barely able to concentrate on anything but what his hands were doing to her. The only thing keeping her upright was his body behind her. His lips traced a path down her neck to her shoulder as his hand toyed with her, alternately stroking, circling, and rubbing.

"Come for me, Sam," he whispered in her ear, before running his tongue around it, gently nipping her earlobe. He loved the sound of her soft, panting gasps and the feel of her thrusting against his hand.

"Oh, god, Jack," she moaned, her hips grinding against his hand. His thumb and index finger took her swollen nub gently between them, and squeezed. Sam cried out her pleasure as she came, her hips bucking against his hand.

At that point Jack wanted nothing more than to lay Sam on the floor and bury himself inside her. His body throbbed with need. But Sam of course, had other ideas. She turned around in his arms, her hands sliding up to the base of his T-shirt.

"Your turn," she said huskily, drawing the T-shirt up and over his head. She stood back to admire him. Reaching out, she ran a hand down his chest to his abdomen. Bending down, she gently nipped at his abs. He gasped.

"I've always wanted to do that, ever since I first saw them," she grinned.

"Anytime you want to do that, you just let me know." She smiled and returned her attention to his mouth. She kissed him briefly, before moving downward, paying special attention to his neck and ear, as he had paid to hers. She ran her tongue across his collarbone, enjoying the shiver it produced in him.

"Sam..."

"Hmmm?" Her lips moved lower, reaching one of his nipples, nipping, sucking and toying with it as she knew he loved to do to hers. She bit down gently, eliciting a gasp. His hands came up to her head, and pushed her gently downwards. She looked up at him amused.

"Someone needs to practice patience, as well as slow and discreet," Sam whispered against his stomach.

Her soft, warm breath against Jack's bare abs caused him to groan. She nibbled the area around his navel for a bit causing him to jump. His breathing became more erratic as she slowly inched lower.

Jack was squirming to get closer to the source of his "torture", but Sam was having none of it, after all she owed a bit of pay back for yesterday's ice cube game. She moved torturously slow down his body, stopping to nibble at various points never letting Jack move close enough for satisfaction.

"Oh no, flyboy, you're in for some heavy duty pay-back for yesterday."

"Sam, please, your killing me here!"

"To bad! Suffer!"

Then she reached up and drew his head down to hers, bestowing the most erotic and passionate kiss Jack had ever experienced. He tongue alternately duelled, caressed and teased his, and her body writhed against him, increasing his arousal tenfold. She left his mouth and slowly caressed his jaw and neck with her lips and tongue, then bent lower again, trailing kisses down his chest to his navel. She swirled her tongue around it, before briefly dipping her tongue inside. She straightened, and moved her hands to his belt, deftly undoing it, before reaching for the zipper of his pants and pulling it down. Her hands returned to his hips, sliding around and down over his buttocks as she reached up to kiss him. She drew him closer to her, pressing her hips against him, revelling in the rock hard feel of him against her. She opened her mouth once more under his and they kissed passionately as she pushed his pants off his hips to pool at his feet. His hands were wandering everywhere, and she followed his example. They pushed and strained against each other in a growing frenzy to get closer, with Jack backing up slightly in response to Sam's movements. The back of his leg hit the step to the ramp, and he overbalanced, falling backwards. Sam reached out to grab him as he fell, but only succeeded in causing herself to fall with him, landing heavily on top him on the gateramp.

*****

"Arrgh," Jack finally managed, slightly winded. "That hurt."

"Are you alright?" Sam asked, concerned, pushing herself off him.

"Yeah, just give me a moment, 'kay?"

"Are you sure?" She stood back, looking down on him, admiring the sight in front of her while he got his breath back. She watched him nod, but her attention was distracted by the sight of his long lean body stretched out before her, naked to the waist, his arousal very evident through his boxer shorts, and his pants still pooled at his feet. She swallowed. God, he was the most attractive man she had ever seen...

"Are you just going to stand there and stare at me for the rest of the evening?" Jack asked, now almost fully recovered.

She returned her gaze to his, grinned and shook her head.

"Just admiring the view."

She bent at his feet to undo and remove his boots, and finished pulling his pants off. Then she stood again, and knowing his eyes were on her, she stood still for a moment while he did his own admiring. Her nipples were hard and puckered against the fabric of her bra, and her panties damp from her earlier pleasure. He wanted her so badly it hurt.

"Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?" he asked so very softly, she could barely hear him. She smiled, and once more his whole world lit up.

"C'mere," he ordered, opening his arms. She moved forward, straddling his hips and positioning herself above him. She leaned forward slightly, running her hands up his chest, and over the springy hair. She reached his shoulders and continued down his arms to his hands as she kissed him lightly. Then she sat back again, drawing his hands to the clasp of her bra between her breasts. She held his gaze as he undid it releasing her full breasts, and ran his hands over her already straining nipples, upwards to push the bra from her shoulders to the ground. She let her head fall back as he gently caressed and kneaded her breasts, slowly thrusting her pelvis against him as he did so. That almost did him in.

"Sam, please..." She looked back down at him and smiled again, before standing up once more and finally removing her panties. Then she leaned forward, running her hands up the side of his thighs to his hips until she reached the waistband of his boxers. She gently tugged them down, immensely enjoying the sight of him lifting his hips towards her as he tried to assist. He thought she would resume her position straddled above him, but she obviously had other ideas as she knelt between his legs and began placing small kisses on the inside of his thighs, slowly moving upwards. He thrust towards her, and she took the hint, briefly swirling her tongue around the tip of his penis. She moved lower, grazing him lightly with her teeth, moving up and down his engorged length. She returned to the tip again and took him in her mouth, sucking and caressing him gently with her tongue, slowly increasing the pace and his hips began to move in time with her movements. He groaned, and pushed her head away.

"Sam, keep that up and 'slowly' will cease to have any meaning," he gasped. He stared at her for a few moments, then said, "I want to be inside you. Now. Please."

"Me too," she answered, rising and straddling his hips, positioning herself over him. She lowered herself onto him, guiding him in ever so slowly, enjoying the feel of him stretching and filling her. Unable to take much more of her sweet torment, he thrust hard into her.

"Jack..."

Slowly they began to move, instinctively matching each other's rhythm of thrust and withdraw. Sam leaned forward to brace her hands on his shoulders, while his hands found her hips, guiding her movements. He watched her in fascination, her eyes closed as she concentrated, with small mewing gasps escaping her slightly parted lips. He could feel her building around him with each thrust, and he knew he was just as close. With great effort he managed to still himself, then her. He didn't want this to end quite yet.

She opened her eyes to meet his brown ones. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Just savoring the moment. I want this to last." He brought his hands to her head, and pulled her down to meet his lips in a slow kiss that quickly turned passionate. She writhed against him, and Jack's intentions of slowing things down again were lost once more. He pulled her flat against his chest and rolled her underneath him, withdrawing from her almost all the way, then thrusting back in, hard. Her cry of pleasure was muffled by his mouth on hers, as his tongue plundered her mouth, mimicking the movements of their lower bodies. Finally giving in to their passion they moved erratically, grinding their hips against each other, faster and harder with each stroke. Sam's legs came up around his hips, locking her ankles above them; her arms slid under his, moving up over his back to clasp his shoulders, bringing him closer. Jack broke the kiss, and buried his head in her neck, biting and nipping the sensitive skin there. His hands returned to her hips, clasping and lifting her to aid his thrusts. He could feel her getting close; her breath was coming in short strangled gasps as he found her G-spot.

"Oh... Please..." she groaned, and he thrust harder. He felt her tighten hard around him, her back arching, and her head thrown back.

Sam squeezed hard, determined to bring Jack with her as she tumbled over the edge. She cried out, the ecstasy overtaking her, and Jack joined her, groaning into her neck as he shuddered, spilling into her.

******

Janet sat at her desk, finishing up the last of her charts. She was really looking forward to having the weekend off. The infirmary was empty for once; she had sent the last of SG-6 home that morning, with orders to get some well-earned rest, and not to stay up late partying. She doubted her orders would be followed though. She looked up at the knock on her door to find Teal'c standing there.

"Teal'c. What can I do for you?"

"Good evening, Doctor," Teal'c started formally, as was his manner. "I was looking for Major Carter and Colonel O'Neill. I understand they have been ordered to stay on the base for the holiday. I wanted to know if they would care to join me for the evening meal. But I am unable to find them."

"Have you tried Sam's lab?"

"Yes. She is not there. And the Colonel is not in his office."

"The mess hall?"

"No. It is empty."

"Hmmm... Sam was talking about checking out some new software for the Gate. I wonder if she is in the Control Room? How about we check there first? That is, if I may join you for your meal, Teal'c?"

"Certainly, Doctor. It would be most pleasurable."

"And hopefully Sam will know where the Colonel has hidden himself."

They made their way from the infirmary down to the Control Room, stopping to check any other places that occurred to them. Finally they reached the Control Room, to find it unoccupied. They were about to leave when they spotted the couple entwined on the Gateramp. Laid out at their feet were a standard issue blanket and a picnic basket. And clothes. Janet gasped.

"I believe we have found them," Teal'c stated.

Janet swallowed. "Yes, I believe we have," she choked. She couldn't help standing and staring at the sight before her. Then the humor of the situation occurred to her and she smiled mischievously at Teal'c before leaning forward and turning on the microphone.

*****

Jack lay on top of Sam; his head still buried in her neck, placing small kisses on her dampened skin. She loved the way he did that; they were feather light, but always had the ability to make her shiver with pleasure. She ran her fingertips up and down his slick back, enjoying the feel of him on top of her, and inside her. She wished they could remain this way forever. Finally he lifted his head and smiled at her, gently brushing a sweat dampened lock of hair back from her face. She smiled back, closing her eyes as his head came down for a long, languorous kiss. She opened her mouth willingly, and his tongue caressed hers gently. There was truly nothing in the world like a kiss from Jack. When he finally lifted his head she moaned in protest.

He chuckled, and placed a quick kiss on her nose, shifting his body weight slightly. That was when Sam noticed just how uncomfortable she was, and winced.

"Uh, Jack, as much as I love having you on top of me, this ramp is *really* uncomfortable."

"Sorry," he replied, and made to move. And stopped abruptly.

"Jack, please, the metal's digging into my back."

"I would Sam, but I...uh... can't."

"What do you mean you can't?"

He sighed, and looked at her sheepishly. "I'm stuck."

Sam stared at him. "Stuck? What do you mean by 'stuck'?"

"I think my dog tags are caught in the grating."

"Oh." Sam thought for a moment. "Maybe if I slide out from under you," she started and made to do so. And also stopped at the pull at her neck.

"What?" Jack asked.

"I think I'm stuck too." They stared at each other for a moment, and then Sam started to giggle.

"Hey! What have I told you about giggling?" Jack admonished, but he laughed as well. "Well, Doctor Carter, what are we going to do now?"

She shook her head, still giggling. "I don't know."

"Looks like you two could use some help down there," came a voice over the Gateroom address system.

Sam and Jack froze. "Janet!" they said in unison.

"Oh my god..." Sam said, a bright red flush staining her cheeks.

Jack laughed, and Sam joined in with an embarrassed giggle. They heard the door to the Gateroom slide open and Janet walk in.

"Well, well, well. So this is what you get up to when no one's around?" Janet queried as she approached them. Sam didn't know whether to laugh of wish the ground would open up and swallow her. Jack, as usual, seemed to be taking it in his stride.

"What seems to be the problem exactly?" Janet asked.

"Our tags are stuck in the grating..." Jack provided.

"*Really*? That was clever! Let's have a look." Janet moved around the edge of the ramp and leaned over. She was desperately trying to contain her laughter. The tags were wound up together and well and truly trapped in the grating. She gave an experimental tug, but it was obvious they weren't going to come free in a hurry.

"I think the only way to get you free is to cut the chains." She stood up and looked up at the Control Room. "Teal'c? Could you get some wire cutters, please?"

"At once, Doctor Frasier."

Sam and Jack looked at each other and groaned. "He's here too?" Jack asked needlessly. Beneath him, Sam was laughing hysterically. Which, considering their current positions, probably wasn't the best idea...

"We were trying to find you so we could have dinner in the mess hall together. But it seems you've already made plans," she observed, motioning to the picnic basket on the floor. The door opened again as Teal'c walked in with the wire cutters. Jack looked up and saw what could only be described as a grin on the Jaffa's face.

"You seem to have got yourself into a predicament, O'Neill," Teal'c observed as he handed the cutters to Janet. Jack ignored him, and watched instead as Janet managed to cut the tags. They fell on the floor beneath the ramp with a loud clatter.

"As you were, Colonel, Major," Janet announced, "We'll ah... leave you to get dressed shall we?"

"Thanks, Janet," Sam said, finally getting herself under control. Janet and Teal'c left and Jack was finally able to stand. He held out his hand to Sam. "You ok?"

She nodded, taking his hand. "Yes, apart from having the imprint of the ramp on my back for the next week I'm fine." She groaned as she stood. "Ouch."

"Sorry," Jack apologised.

Sam smiled and shook her head looking for her clothes. "That's ok. How about we say you owe me?" she suggested, glancing wickedly at him.

Jack raised an eyebrow as he pulled on his pants. "Alright. I'm sure I can think of something to 'pay' you with," he grinned.

She grinned back. "What do you say we... ah... continue dinner elsewhere?"

He raised an eyebrow. "My quarters are closer," he suggested.

They dressed and picked up their still untouched picnic dinner. After doing a quick tour of the immediate area where off to Jack's quarters.

The End.