Author's Notes: Sorry this one took so long! It's actually been written down for quite awhile, but I haven't had the time to get it on the net because tax season hit and I have a part-time job doing some bookkeeping, plus my computer is still dead so I'm having to do everything at my mom's. I also have finals in a week and a half, so please allow me a little leeway in my posting schedule! Anyway, I also have some notes on the story. The characters took control of my mind and this story went from a small description of Sam's character to, well, whatever they decided to do. Sorry.

Thanks for all the reviews, and please, don't hate me for the shippiness! They did it! They did it all!

Personality 3: Caring

Jack sat unmoving as her confession washed over him. She hadn't exactly said it, but he was reading very clearly between the lines and "I left Pete for you" seemed to be hiding in that fine print. His brain synapses seemed to start firing instantly; his mind flooded with thoughts. He jumped from "I left Pete for you" to a startling "she loves me" and from therethey cascaded to end with detailed plans to get them together without worrying about a court martial. Hold it!> She didn't exactly say she wanted to change their relationship. Did she? No. With a shake of his head, he broke the long silence with the best non-commital reply he could find: "Really?"

She listened with bated breath, waiting for his reaction to her confession. After his shrugged reply of "really" Sam realized he was letting her decide where they would go. He didn't know what to do anymore than she did. "I would have been there for you, you know that Carter." Yes, she did. She knew it all to well. But it wasn't what she wanted. She wanted him... hot, sweaty, kissing her. STOP. NOW.>

"I don't want you to be 'there' for me."

"Oh. Uh, well, I really think I should..."

"I wouldn't have told you if I didn't want things to change. Change between us. I have been trying to work up the courage to tell you, but you've been busy and the alcohol seems to have just.."

"Yeah, manning that desk, itdoesn't give a guy much time for universe altering epiphanies."

"You want me to tell you the truth? Put it like Daniel did? Because I was just being nice. I'll tell how big of an--" She was cut off by his lips pressing down on hers.

"Sir. We can't. Not yet."

"Call me Jack when I'm trying to undress you." Their lips met again.

"But, sir--"


"Jack, we need to--"

"Think later. We'll figure it out. After." He kissed her again, and she forgot all her objections.

Sam woke up the next morning to the sight of a rumpled bed, but no Jack. She slowly stretched, craning her neck to see the time on the alarm clock beside the bed. It was 12:15. She listened for any noise coming from the other rooms of the house but she heard nothing. Hmm.>

What the hell was going on?

She was dressed, oddly enough, in a gray USAF shirt that seemed much too big to have come from her closet. She got up slowly, searching each room and finding no one before finally going to the kitchen to get a cup of coffee. She sat at her table, drinking her coffee, believing that she had just experienced a night of vivid dreams. She wanted to cry from the loss of the warm security she had felt. But was it right of her to want to cry when she lost something she never really had? She pushed the thoughts out of her mind and went to get into the shower.

Meanwhile, Jack had just picked up some Chinese for Sam and him and was walking up her front walk with a huge smile on his face. He was hoping she had finally gotten out of bed and would be up to having lunch with him. It almost seemed just too good to be true: Jack and Sam, Sam and Jack, it was just too... something. He knew it was too something.

He noticed that she was up; the living room was free of bottles and paper plates and a very large Twister mat. Jack headed towards her bedroom hoping to find her. He noticed the bathroom light on and he heard the water running in the sink.

"Watcha doin'?"

Sam jumped up at the voice behind her and her pale skin turned bright crimson.

"Jack! Sir! I...Get out, please!"

"C'mon Carter, it is actually pretty cute on you."

"Sir, please."

"What? I think you look nice in that towel. What color is that anyway? Periwinkle?"

"Sir, this is not appropriate."

"C'mon, Carter, I saw you naked last night. Now I can't even see you in a towel? Well, fine, but hurry up would ya? Lunch is getting cold. Come eat when your ready." He left the doorway, but his head appeared back in it about 5 seconds later."Oh, and Carter? Present attire is acceptable." With that, he flashed her a smile and headed to the kitchen.

That's when Sam Carter realized that the vivid dream was real.