Title: Second Chance

Author: Katmellie (Katmellie@AOL.com)

Rating: R

Status: complete

Category: S/J romance, POV Jack

Season/Sequel Info: Season 5

Spoilers: 2001 (Joe made it back through thou)

Archive: SJ

Summary: Joe made it back through the gate, before the iris closed, taking Sam away from Jack.

Disclaimer: All publicly recognisable characters and places are the property of MGM, World Gekko Corp and Double Secret Productions. This piece of fan fiction was created for entertainment not monetary purposes and no infringement on copyrights or trademarks was intended. Previously unrecognised characters and places, and this story, are copyrighted to the author. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

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Danny boy's engagement party, what in god's name had made me want to come here? Well I guess, it may have something to do with everything, we've gone through together. Everything we've done as a team, the ups and downs that we've gone through. Wandering around his house, I find most of the people here, I don't even know or there people from the SGC that I haven't seen, in at least three years. At least I can hide in one of the unoccupied rooms, such as… I opened one of the doors, down this long hallway, oh… I'm not hiding in the bathroom. I carry on down the hallway, looking at the pictures that are hanging on the walls, old pictures of Danny's family and his fiancée's family.

I just had to roll my eyes at how similar it is, to how mind and Sara's first house had been like, pictures everywhere and anywhere. At one point, Sara had even thought about hanging them in the bathroom, but I put a stop to that when I mention, it would feel like my family and her family were watching me. She was so naïve when we got married, unsure but excited about the whole thing. I don't know whether I was ever truly in love with her, I did have some sort of feelings towards her, but it's nothing to how I feel round Carter. But this is a subject; I'm not going to tell you about, well until I trust you enough that is. Maybe later…

Opening another door, I find myself in Danny's study, very traditional with its dark oak desk and furniture to go with it. I wonder if it was his idea or if it was hers? His fiancée's into all this traditional stuff, the white picket fence out the front, rose beds lining the outside walls of the house, and there's already a climbing frame out the back for the future kids. Although, Daniel had said it was for my benefit, more than the future hope of having kids. I think having Jonas round twenty-four hrs a day, is enough kid for me to stand and should enough for everyone. Even if having a kid of your beat it anytime.

Stepping round his desk, I noticed he's got a lot of those old texts he collects, scatter all over the desk, covering every horizontal space. I sit down in his dark maroon leather chair, stopping my normal reflex to put my feet on the desk, don't want to get, what's on the sole's of, my boots on his books. It was often the same thing with Carter's lab, when I would drop by to see what she was doing, I would sit down and have to stop myself, from putting my boots on her desk, when she had diagrams, or doohickeys in bits, all over it. Things were so easy back then, when it was just them SG-1. But no, some idiot called 'Joe' had to come along, somehow managed to slip through the iris before it closed and save the day with Carter.

So I'm a like bitter about the subject, can you really blame me? I was there five years before the guy came on to the scene, I helped her when she was down, I put in all that quality time when I could, and she admitted that she had feelings for me. Then he shows up with his fancy title, his flashy car that he's never seen under the hook of, and has all the connections to the right people. He's well mannered and I'm not (on occasions I can be), he can afford to buy three dozen roses while I can only afford one dozen (having Colonel's pay isn't big compared to his), and he stole the girl of my dreams heart, away from me. Damn bloody political, up-his-ass, good-for-nothing bastard.

I don't blame her for going to him, I blame myself mostly, because its one of those things that I let get away from me. Charlie was the first, then Sara and now Carter. My life is just one big regret, I bet even my parents regret having me. Well, can't dwell on the past I guess. 'Oh yeah, Jack. You say that when your sat in an archaeologists study, with all his crap littered all over the place' Shaking my head, I get up out of his chair, sipping at the beer that had been shoved into my hand, when I had come through the front door.

Walking towards the door, I notice some pictures on a bookshelf, screaming at me to look at them. Redirecting myself to the bookshelf, I find them to be pictures of us, of SG-1 I mean. I can't help but smile at them, sighing at seeing her smiling for the first time in three years. If only my knee hadn't taken that fall badly, I would be able to still go out there with them. Sure I can walk as good as anyone else, and I can run to a certain degree on it, but its more likely to give out on me then to keep up the pace with them. Oh that would be a brilliant sight to see, all of us running to the gate, away from some Jaffa, then my knee would give out and I'd have to order them to run, leaving me behind to crawl away, on his hands and knees.

Footsteps were coming down the hallway; my safe haven's going to be found out, if they keep coming this way. Oh, god. It couldn't possibly be her, could it? Need to look inconspicuous, sit in a chair that's it, sit in a chair and read a book. I quickly dive for a chair, grabbing any book from the shelf, just as she came through the door, only to freeze in the doorway. 'Don't move. You will not say the first words'. "Oh… sorry. I didn't know you were in here" Looking from behind the book, I keep a straight face and shrug my shoulders, watching her walk over to the desk, searching through it for something. "How have you been, sir?" Low blow, Carter. Even for you that's a low blow. Eh… the books upside down.

I throw the book into the chair opposite me, joining the many other books that had been left there. Pushing myself out of the chair, I stand to find her stood next to me, watching in aw, as I stood up unsupported. That's only because the last time she saw me, I was using either crutches or a cane to get around. "You know, Carter. Busy, busy, busy. Sitting around my house, contemplating the universe". Oh… the corner of her lips twitched, not that I'm watching or anything. She pats me on the shoulder, holding some book in her other hand. "Sam, have you got it? We've got to leave now, if we're going to be in Washington by ten" Just great, he's here.

Looking to the doorway, he stands there looking at me and then at Carter, his chest puffs out slightly. Yeah, and I can puff him away, quicker than he can say 'Concordant'. Oh yes, I have some big words up my sleeve as well, their a bit dusty but I know some. "He making trouble, Sam?" Oh please, the only person I cause trouble with was him. If she weren't there beside me, I would have battered that guy like I did with a cane. He had been asking for it that night, telling me that I was never to see her again, because it upset her. More like it was upsetting him, we've got… had a connection he would never have with her. I can… could tell how she felt and she could do the same for me, and sometimes it was like we had conversations with just a simple glance. For example, we were in a bar on one downtime, it was me and Carter versus Danny and Jonas at pool, he must have notice the way we had been talking about are next shots, me standing behind her as she pointing out the shot. So I was standing right up behind her and could smell her perfume, but we were talking strategy and that was it.

The warmth next to me moves away from me, shaking her head at the son of a bitch in the doorway, pushing him back into the hallway. She's saying something to him, but I can't hear it because it's all hushed up. I wasn't going to stay long anyway, so I'll take this as my time to leave. Squeezing pass them, I note their actually arguing, if he so raises a hand to her or makes her cry, I swear to god I'll kill him. Diplomat or not, he'll die if I ever hear of it or see it. That stupid idiot doesn't deserve her and neither do I; no one deserves to have her. She's just a… free spirit.

I finally reach the freedom of the front door, when I hear the raised voices coming up behind me; looking over my shoulder I find it to be them. Carter looks amazingly pissed off, and so does asshole behind her, it's silly really but I find her even more beautiful when she's angry. "Sam! For god's sake! Will you just listen to me?" He grabs her by the arm and pulls her round to face him, looking at me over her shoulder. The sound of her slapping him was unbelievable, I don't think Joe even realise it had happen until everyone gasped. He held a hand up to his cheek, realising Carter from his hold, looking straight down on the floor. I didn't like the look he gave Carter as he looked up her, the look of fury I saw cross over his eyes, told me all I needed to know.

He went to swing at her, but somehow I managed to pull her aside, block his punch and restrained him, my arms holding tightly round his neck. It's amazing what can happen, when you've been trained to do something and could do it on instinct. Shaking my head at the whole thing, I pulled his head back, so I can talk into his ear. "Now, I'm going to let go of you. We're going to be calm and collected, hear me?" He nods his head, knowing I could probably kill him with just one slight movement. Untangling my arms from him, I step away from him, straightening my shirt. "You son of a bitch" Looking up I saw his punch, coming straight at me, connecting very nicely for a paper pusher, onto my chin, knocking me back slightly. Why am I always getting into trouble, whenever I'm round her?

I block his next punch, but find my arm being pulled back, stopping me from getting one of my own punches in. Trust Daniel to step in now and be the diplomat, even if it was Joe's job. Looking at Joe, I find Teal'c pulling him away, telling him to calm down. "Jack, I think it's best if you should leave" I'm a little shocked, one of best friends is telling me to leave, even though it was Carter's boyfriend who started it. Pulling my arm out of his hold, I straighten my shirt again before reaching passed him for my jacket, and then quickly leave, slamming the door behind me.

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Oh god, my jaw is killing me. Joe certainly has learnt how to punch properly now, last time he'd punched me it'd been a girlie punch. So my life at the moment, is sitting in front of the TV, ice pack held to my chin with a bottle of whiskey and a glass sat on the coffee table. At least the pain had dulled down, somewhat after downing half the bottle's contents, and I didn't feel at the least tipsy for it. Although I am starting to fall asleep, slowly falling onto my side on the couch, my eyes closing out the TV and my ears shutting out the noise from the game. This is nice, a nice comfortable couch to sleep on.

I open an eye when I hear something ringing, looking to the TV I find it's gone to a commercial, so it wasn't that. There it is again, coming from the direction of the front door, probably just some salesman, they'll go away after a while. Just as I'm about to close my eye, it rings again telling me, I'm not going to get to sleep if they keep ringing that bell. "I'll be there in a minute!" Pushing myself up off the couch, I winced at the pain shooting up through my leg, shouldn't have dropped onto the couch like I had. Luckily there's always a cane lying around somewhere, I grab the one from the back of the couch, slowly making my way to the door, hoping up the steps into the hallway from the living room. Flicking on the porch light, I unlock the door and open it, defiantly surprised by my visitor.

She just stands there looking at me, her hands clasped in front of her, looking somewhere on my chest, avoiding my eyes at all costs. Standing a side from the doorway, I sweep my hand through the air, motioning for her to come in, opening the door wider for her. Gradually she came in, her hands moving into the pockets of her jacket, looking into the living room and then dining room. Nudging the door closed with my hip, I hobble through the dining room into the kitchen, sure that somewhere in there was one of knee supports. I can hear her following me, her footsteps echoing on the wooden floors, even over the noise coming from the TV.

Searching through the washing basket, waiting to go down into the basement to be wash, I find one of my supports, watching her look round my kitchen. She looked very unsure of herself, a bit on the upset side because she has this line … never mind. Pushing myself up using my cane, I shuffle over to the breakfast bars stools, laying the cane on top of the counter. "Do you need any help?" I shake my head at her, pulling up the leg of my pants; I watch her take the stool next to me. She watches me and then looks away, looking down I saw the awful scar, from the all the surgery that had been performed on the poor bugger. Shaking me head, I pull my leg up; somehow I managed to get the support round my foot before the pain became too much for me. So much for trying to do this by myself. "Erm… Carter, ya couldn't…?" Nodding her head, she got off her stool and started pulling the support up for me, bending down in front of me.

She pulls down the leg of my pants, when she finally got the support into place, moving out the way as I slipped off my stool. Sighing when the pain subsides some, I limp over to the fridge, taking two beers out of it. I offer one to her, which she takes, leaning onto to a counter with my elbow. "Is it bad?" I look at her with my eyebrows raised, wondering if she was talking about my leg, my heartache or my chin. She points to my leg, which I roll my eyes at, twisting the lid off my beer. "At the moment, its just doing its usual complaining. Other days I can hardly move, but it doesn't bother me much as I work at home". Her eyes are wide with curiosity; I would have thought she'd know about it, everyone else who saw me at Daniel's party, all knew about my security company. "I own a small security company. I think one of security crews, put a new security system in at the base, on level 12 if I remember right" She nods her head at me, sipping at her beer while looking round the kitchen again.

So… she's come round to, what? Drink my beer and help me on with my support? "Err… Carter. As lovely as this is, was there a reason for you coming over? Because I remember Joe, saying something about Washington" She shuddered when I said Joe, well that wasn't exactly the response someone was supposed to give, when they heard their love one's name. I always thought your eyes went wide or a smile crossed quickly over your features, but I saw no sign of that on her face. "Joe's gone to Washington, I'm staying with Janet for a few days" I don't really care where Joe's gone, but I can say I'm a little pleased that she didn't go with him.

She moves nearer to me, leaning onto the counter next to me, our shoulders brush against each other as we breathe. "I'm sorry about what Joe did, he shouldn't have hit you" I push myself up, standing to my full height, looking at her as she looks over her shoulder at me. "You don't have to apologise for him. That guy doesn't deserve you". Oops, did I just really say that? Okay I'm getting the look, she's standing up straight next me, and looking at me with a look I've never seen before, well not coming from this woman. I have to move, if I stand there any longer with her this close, I'm just going to lose all myself control.

Backing away from her, I used the counter tops to help me balance but the strangest thing was, there wasn't any distance forming between us. Ya know those films when they're on the conveyer belt, and their running and not moving? Well this was one of those moments, except there isn't a conveyer belt; at least I think there isn't a conveyer belt in my kitchen. Nope, looking down at the wooden floors, I see no conveyer belt. Oh I see what the problem is, she's moving with me, taking a step every time I take one. Counter top pressing up my back, no more room to move and she's… standing at least a foot in front of me. Now I know how those animals feel on those wildlife programs, being stalk by some predator.

Rubbing the back of my neck, I look up at her and then back down on the floor. "Oh, and who exactly do you have in mind? Who you believe deserves me?" She's doing that thing, hands on the hips thing, why in god's name do I feel like a kid? I feel like giggling, which would do wonders for my reputation. Jack O'Neill giggled when Carter asked him, who he thinks deserves her? Swallowing down my nerves, I slowly edge myself along the counter top, hoping she won't follow. Oh god, she's got hold of my shirt, holding me exactly where I am. Damn bloody woman. "I don't think anyone really deserves you". Glancing up to her blues, I can see she's taken back with that, her grip on my shirt became lose as well.

Oh I wish I hadn't gone down this track, this track led so close to my other feelings, and sometimes it was hard to tell them apart. Thank goodness, she's moving away from me, going back to her beer. It was suddenly getting very hot in here, making me undo the first three buttons of my shirt. "I think your wrong" Well with my track record, I would say the same thing, but on this topic I'm the expert. I hobble back over to my beer, keeping a fair distance between us, pulling my beer round to my side of the floating counter. "Carter, if you think Joe deserves you…" "No, I didn't mean him. I was talking about you" ' Jack, time to wake up. Your dreaming that dream again'

Opening and closing my eyes a few times, I find her still stood there, looking at me while peeling the label, away from her beer. 'Houston we have a problem, Jack O'Neill has lost all ability to make a coherent sentence!'. Someone's been putting superglue on the floor again; I can't move any part of my body, even if I want to kiss her. Oh hang on, movement, but not mine, it's hers and she's heading straight for the front door. "This was such a bad idea. I shouldn't even be here" I don't care if my knee gives me hell, I run after her like Daniel runs to one of his stupid rocks, spotting it about a mile away with that artefact sense of his. God she can move fast or was it because of my knee, my knee that's the problem.

I slam myself up the door as she opens it, swotting her hand away from the doorknob, covering it with my own if she may try to reach for it again. She just looks at me, either shock at my burst of speed, with my dodgy knee, or just plain old shock, the latter I think. "Wait, I err… what exactly…were you saying?". Her hands dig themselves deep into her pockets, looking down to the floor or to my bare feet, I'm unsure. "I wasn't trying to anything" Shifting my weight to my other leg, I open the closet door, taking one of the crutches out. Strapping it loosely to my arm, I knock the door shut with it, putting some of weight on it. "If you weren't trying to say something to me, then when I move away from this door, you shouldn't hesitate to leave" I hope my instincts are right, if there not, there not. Just means back to my life, trying my best to not think about her or watch TV when Joe's with the President, and I can see her in the background.

Hobbling my way to the living room, I hop down the steps, throwing myself onto the couch, grimacing at the pain that shoots through my leg. I turn the TV off with the remote, listening for the sounds of the door and then for her car to drive away. The door opens and my eyes close, un-strapping my arm from the crutch, I hear the door close. Well my bad days are certainly clocking up, being punched on the chin and then… oh hello. "Thought you left?" Keeping her head low, she sits down beside me, playing with the cuffs of her jacket. I need a drink, I go to pick up the whiskey bottle, but her hand grabs onto mine. "I don't want to go back". She pulls my hand onto her lap; stroking and examining my fingers, making me turn on the couch to face her, grimacing from having to bend my leg slightly.

I'm getting really confused with this whole thing, but when aren't I confused when it comes to her. "Carter, I'm getting really, and I mean, really confused here. You keep saying all these double meaning things and it's really…" Okay we have lips, lips that are attaching themselves onto mine, with hands on either side of my face. This feels so good and my body agrees with me, my hands travel up her back. Got to stop, got to stop this before I mess things up. Gently I pursued her away, holding her by her shoulders as she stares at me. "What… err… what's going on?" Eyes aren't avoiding my gaze, bad sign. Bad, bad sign.

Hands are touching my neck, oh god why now? Not that I'm complaining but she's with Joe, right? "I'm fed up of trying to fight, to kid my self that I don't have feelings for you" Carter on the feelings path, this is really bad. Must move away, damn woman's got hold of my shirt again. 'Eh up, wait a minute, why is my shirt becoming loose? ' Looking down, I find her undoing the buttons, bad really bad. "Carter, you can't be doing this. You're with Joe. You know Joe, the one with the flashy title and the car to go with it". She isn't paying attention to me, pulling me towards her with my shirt, shrugging off her jacket while switching her hands, not giving me chance to back away; she throws her jacket to the floor.

I can't help but close my eyes as she kisses my chest, using my shirt to hold me where I am, pulling it down from my shoulders. This cannot be happening; it's still that damn dream, that's what it is. I'm dreaming and she's… feeling very real to me at this very moment. "Carter, stop" She's still not listening. I hold her by her arms, pushing out of her hold, jumping away from the couch; I stagger to lean onto the mantelpiece. "Your with Joe, Carter. You can't have it both ways. I'm not going to take another man's woman, even though I really want to…no. Oh, god" I hate the position she's putting me in, I want her there's no question about that, but I'm not going to sleep with her. Even though I don't like Joe, I have enough respect for him, to not do this behind his back. "You've got to choose, who you want? Joe or me? Then come back to me with your decision"

Grabbing her jacket off the floor, she fled to the front door, slamming it behind her as I dropped onto the floor. Holding my head in my hands, I didn't want to make her cry or upset her, but I'm not going to go behind another man's back. It isn't my style even if I do want her and she wants me, I'm not going to be her secret lover. Either it's him or me. Crawling up the fireplace, I hop to get my balance, clutching onto the wall for my life. Time for bed I say before anything more happens tonight.

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Week Later:

Still no word from her, so it probably means she's still thinking it over or she's decided to stick with Joe. Which I can't really blame her for again, she'd been with him now for about three and half years, they're living together and planning their future together, with me out of the equation. If one day I find an invitation to their wedding, I'm not going, not to be spiteful to her or something like that, but because… it would hurt to much. To know that could have been me, watching her come down the aisle to me, and then promise to love and to hold me, in sickness and in health, and the rest of the crap that went with it. That it should have been me, watching her grow old with me, making fun of her wrinkly butt.

That damn doorbell, why is it always interrupting my thoughts. First time it had done it, I'd opened the door to find a fist in my face, the owner belonging to Daniel, wanting to know what I had done to Carter. The second time it had been Janet, but she was here for Cassie, asking me if I'd be coming to Cassie's birthday. Third time was Teal'c; he not so pleasantly told me that Carter had gone to Washington. But he had come to comfort me, watching some films with me, keeping an eye on me. Forth time had been Daniel, apologising for his actions, offering me beer as a peace offering. And now, it was ringing again.

Rolling out of bed, I grabbed some jogging bottoms off the side, putting them on as I walked down the hallway to the front door. God help this person if I find out its some salesman. Opening the door, I blinked for a while, adjusting to the sunlight, seeing the outline of Jonas. Great, big kid here's which means it Cassie's party today. Leaving the door open, I shake my head at myself, hobbling slightly back down the hallway. "Thanks for taking me, Colonel. But it just saves fuel and ecosystem if we go together" God, him and his environment. If I could, I would stick the environment up his ass, then will see how he felt about it. And another thing, I've told him a million times, to not call me Colonel anymore. "Yeah, right Jonas. Whatever you say. I'll be out in a minute" I kick the door close behind me, giving myself some privacy and blocking his constant chatter about the weather, and anything else he watches on TV.

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Never go to someone's, who's younger than you, birthday party, because you're surrounding by people, who could run circles round you and make you curse at them, for having their whole lives ahead of them. Damn kids nowadays didn't know how lucky they were, running round Janet's house like spring chickens. Okay so I'm jealous, because they could probably out run me, so sue me. But you would be the same, if you were here like me, sat watching these kids chasing in and out the house, terrorising everyone. If I was really a spiteful old man, I would set some trip wire up or something, watching them fall over it, onto one another like dominoes, not the pizza company. Although talking of food, where is it?

Getting out of the chair, I walk as casually as I can, making my knee have some normal weight on it, avoiding the kids as they run past me. Sighing as I enter the kitchen, I sight my goal; laid out over the counters, cover in cellophane, keeping them from being spoiled by… me. Looking round, I find I'm actually alone in the kitchen, alone with the snacks and sandwiches, alone to nab some snacks and blame it on the kids.

Lifting one of the plates up, I carefully unwrap the cellophane, keeping an eye out, and listening to the footfalls in the other room, for anyone coming my way. Just as I'm about to take one of the delicious ham sandwiches, the plate disappears from my hand, well… floats away from me. "Janet, won't appreciate you eating them" Okay, going weak at the knee, literally. "I thought you were in Washington" She puts the plate down on the side, recovering the cellophane over the part that I had unwrapped.

Look of death coming my way, what the hell had I done, in the last minute to upset her now? Backing up, she's coming towards me again, finger pressing into my chest. 'Oh thank god' Her features relaxed, giggling slightly at me, handing me a basket of snacks. "I was in Washington. Doing what you told me to do, choosing who I wanted to be with" I nod my head, stuffing my mouth full of those Pringle things. Food, I'd been dieing for food all morning, you really can't live without having breakfast. But I should really sort my manners out. "An… (crunch) di… (crunch) ya cho… (crunch) ta be with?" Swallowing the contents of my mouth, I look at her expectantly, gesturing with my hand, with the basket of snacks in, for her to continue. "Well…" The kids suddenly came running in, pulling Cassie and everyone else with them, into the kitchen.

Pulling her out of the way of the express train, I hold her against me, watching all the kids pile into the room, Janet being shoved towards the fridge. "I'll tell you later" She whispers into my ear, turning round in the small space in front of me. I so hope it was me, although if she was here and not in Washington… but she could be back for some mission or just for Cassie's party. Either way, I won't find out till later. Damn kids.

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Another day, another life. I tell ya later when I figured out, why I thought that. I stayed till the very end of the party, but somehow Carter had slipped out, don't ask me how or when? Because one minute she was standing right next to me and then the next… well ya get the picture. Whatever her decision is, it's going to have to wait for another day. Today, I'm heading over to my new clients house, to survey what security measure are going to be put in place. Whoever this woman is, she wants the full thing, security cameras, motion detectors, spotlights, infrared red sensors and all my other gizmos. Even though the neighbourhood, she lives in, has the lowest crime rate, reported in the Colorado area. Well, I'll try and save her some money.

Pulling up outside the new house, I notice the woman has a similar car to that of Carter. If she had the same choice in car, they would get on like a house on fire, chatting about that stupid English car. I don't know what her big deal is with the stupid car, I'd rather have my SUV or my pickup, but I have tools and that I have to carry round with me. Opening the door, I slipped out, pulling my hat on into place, collecting my clipboard and ID from the dashboard. Taking the keys out of the ignition, I connect them onto my pants with the clip, clipping it onto one of the various belt loops. Time to put my face on. Smile, smile and… smile.

As I approached her door, I notice her garage door is opened slightly, showing the tail end of a motorbike; this was starting to have too many consequences to count now. Ringing the doorbell, I lean back slightly on the small porch, trying my best to see what make the bike is. The door opens and I slap on my smile, but then slap that off and slap on another. "Finally, I was told you'd be round about 0900hrs. You've certainly let yourself slip, sir" I hate smiling like this, I'm sure I look like an idiot, but who cares? I do but that's not the point. "What? Hey? Your… get out of town" She opens the door wider for me, gesturing for me to come inside. Wedging my clipboard under my arm, I go inside, looking round at everything.

'Oh boy, shock' What did I do to deserve this? Clipboards on the floor with my ID, oh does she want to see that by the way? My hat's gone flying off somewhere into her living room, and at the moment, I'm pinned against the door. Some very lovely lips are on mine, and I've got a splitting headache, from where I hit the door. I pull her close against me, kissing her like I've always wanted to. 'Air, Jack. Body needs air' Letting my lips stop their musing, I rest my forehead against her, listening to her catch her breathe like I am. "I take it Joe's…" "No longer in the equation" Shove that somewhere, you fancy titled paper pushing democrat.

I really like her lips; they're all swollen and red, with all the blood rushing there. I just got to touch them again; I've got to kiss her again. As my lips descend onto hers, I feel her hands travelling up my back, underneath my t-shirt. The kiss was electrifying, like it was the first kiss I had ever in my entire life, and that's a long life. Letting my jacket fall from my shoulders, I quickly return my hands to her lower back, going even lower to cup her firm butt. I'm going to lose myself in her arms, just her simply touching my bare skin underneath my t-shirt, is making the hairs on the back of my neck, stick up on ends, almost painfully.

Lifting her up, I turn us round so I pin her up against the door, using my body weight to hold her up, instead of putting her weight and most of my own on my bad knee. I didn't need it to pop out and for me to be rushed off to the hospital. It's like I haven't eaten for weeks, hungry to devour her skin away from her. Leaving her lips, I kiss my way down her jaw to her neck, letting her slowly sink back down onto the ground, holding her steady as she regains her balance. She pulls my t-shirt up, kissing my chest; it feels that everywhere she kisses was on fire. I pull the rest of my T-shirt over my head, letting it fall into a heap on the floor, returning my hands to her hips.

She pushes me backwards, blindly I let her take me somewhere, and I don't care as I assault her breasts. Gently kneading them through her cotton bra underneath her top, she staggers against me slightly, seeking support from me. Kissing her neck briefly, I pull her top up and over her head, returning to her neck and to her breast. I bang my head on the door behind me, searching for the knob behind me as she captors my lips, sucking my lower lip into her mouth.

'God, she's evil to me' The door opens when I finally turn the doorknob, pulling her inside with me, making her press herself up against me. Spinning us round, I kick the door shut with my foot, and that is where I'm leaving you as well. Yes you may sit there complaining, but this is between Carter and me. Correction, Sam and me. So if you wouldn't mind, go make coffee or something for the rest of the day, because as long as this door stays shut, I'm not telling you anymore till it opens tomorrow. We've got some catching up to do. Now, if you wouldn't mind. I've got some security assessments to do. Maybe next time, I'll tell ya about it.

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The End