I am hereby ordering you to turn a blind eye to anything remotely involving a relationship between Major Samantha Carter and Colonel Jonathon O'Neill. We are by no means the only two individuals who know about their supposed 'fraternisation', but we are perhaps the only two who can stop it going further. They've risked themselves enough for this world, to save lives; its time they were allowed to have lives of their own.

I am sure there will be no letters of protest regarding these orders?

The President of The United States of America.

He was shrugging off his jacket, two days later, letting it fall to the floor, wishing he could just lie back on the bench in the middle of the locker room and just sleep for a week. Jack sat down and exhaled, closing his eyes, lying back and hoping nobody would catch him sleeping on the job. No such luck. He heard the door swing open and shut in a matter of seconds, followed by quiet footsteps. Giving in, he kept his eyes closed, knowing that whoever it was would have better sense than to wake a sleeping Colonel. Especially a sleeping Colonel O'Neill. Jack remained absolutely still, wondering why he could no longer hear the footsteps, only to be shocked 'awake' by the feel of another's lips on his. Brown eyes shot open and stared into blue depths as stunned as he was.

"…Carter?"

Sam tried to stop herself smiling, "…I thought you were asleep."

Jack sat up, "Really?" he questioned, teasing her.

She sat down on the bench beside him, "No," she laughed quietly, "You were breathing too fast."

"And how would you know how fast I should have been breathing?"

"…Is it a bad thing to say I watch my CO in his sleep?"

Jack hung his head and grinned, "I stand corrected."

She nudged him gently, "Nice save, by the way."

He sighed, "…Could've done more."

"And lose a lot more men in the process."

"Doesn't make it right," Jack mumbled.

"We did what we could," she assured him, "That's all we can ever do," Sam rested her head against his, "…All we can do…" she repeated softly, sighing to herself.

He nodded mutely, silently accepting her words.

She suddenly turned her head, kissing him soundly, pulling him closer, showing no intention of stopping, until he broke away, eyes wide.

"…Sam?" Jack held her at arms length, hands gripping her shoulders.

"…What?" she uttered.

It took several more seconds for him to form a reply, "…You know what you're doing?" he pressed.

Sam frowned, "…Of course I do…"

"You're not-"

"'High'?" she had to laugh, "No," she shook her head.

"…Oh…" was all Jack could seem to find to reply with.

"Its gone from my system, you know that…"

"…Just making sure!" he protested.

"Believe it or not, I don't need that drug in my system to-"

Jack covered her mouth with his to stop her finishing her sentence, gently shifting her so she sat in his arms, against him, almost possessively.

"…You want to come over tonight?" Sam whispered.

"Are you su-"

"Yes."

"…Why?" he couldn't believe he'd just asked that question…

She smiled, her lips barely millimetres from his, "…I want you to make me remember."