Jack was sitting in his office, bored out of his mind. At least, when he was at the SGC, he could still wander down the corridor, or just stand by the window in the briefing room, watching the Gate. But since, he was there, he couldn't do that anymore.

His secretary, a young captain, would never leave him alone whenever he stepped foot outside his office. She always wanted to know where he was going, tell him that he had an appointment and that he just couldn't leave now. And she wasn't even making things easy for him like Walter did.

Oh yeah, he really missed the SGC.

Sighing, he got up from his seat, the file he was reading forgotten on the desk, and looked out of the window. The sky was grey on DC, and he wouldn't be surprised if it started to rain soon. He wondered what the weather was in Colorado Springs, wondered how his friends were doing after that stunt Ba'al had pulled on them. Like them, he knew that he wasn't dead, that he was still out there, maybe still there on Earth, who knew, and that he would come back sooner rather than later.

He wished he was there with them. With his position as the Head of Homeworld Security, came the fact that he was now too far from the action for his liking. When he was at the head of the SGC, he was still close enough and had been able to join in the fights from time to time when it was needed. Now, he couldn't anymore; he could just wait for phone calls and reports on how the missions went. When something important happened, he always knew afterwards, he couldn't help as much as he wanted to.

He knew that nothing was preventing him from jumping into a plane for the SGC, or he could just ask to be teleported there by the Prometheus. Nothing but meetings with the joint chiefs, other generals, and whoever wanted to talk to him at the time. Maybe he should have stayed in Colorado after all, he was better off there. But when the President asked himself if you could take over the Head of Homeworld Security position, there was just no way to say no.

A commotion coming from outside his office jolted him from his thoughts. He couldn't hear what was said, but by the tone of her voice, he knew that his secretary was getting quickly annoyed by whoever was there. He smiled to himself; it wasn't often that she lost her calm and he wondered who the person might be.

He didn't have to wonder anymore when the door opened, without a knock. He could still hear the protests coming from the captain, trying to stop his visitor, but it was too late. He was ready to shoo whoever it was out, even if it was someone that could have him court marshalled on the spot, when his eyes met those of his impromptu visitor.

"It's ok, Miller," he told the captain, who was at the door, ready to apologize. "I should probably give you a list of people who can come unannounced. Remind me to do that one of these days."

"Yes, Sir," she answered, a bit confused. With one look towards the other two people, she left the office and closed the door behind her.



"How's the SGC?" he asked, although he already knew.

"We're all pretty disturbed by the fact that Ba'al was on Earth without us knowing… Well, Ba'al and his clones," she added as an afterthought. "I'm staying. Cameron asked, and I said yes."

"I knew you would. So, err… What are you doing here? Not that you shouldn't be here, but… you know," he stopped there, knowing that if he continued, he could do nothing but ramble.

"General Landry has given me a few days to tie some loose ends. So I came…"

"Oh… ok…"

"Wasn't that enough of a sign?" she asked and she immediately noticed he hadn't understood what she meant.

"What?" came the expected reply from Jack.

"Me… opening the door…"


He had finally understood what she was saying.

The 'opening the door' thing was a metaphor for them; five years ago, they had closed the door on their shared feelings, knowing that it wasn't time for them yet. But now it was. He couldn't help but keep wondering if she didn't deserve more, but she seemed to have chosen him, so maybe he should stop doubting. At least for now; one day soon, he was going to ask her, to tell her exactly what was on his mind.

"Carter… Sam," he corrected himself; he should start getting used to it. "Are you sure?"

"I wouldn't be here otherwise…," she just replied. "This time, I really think we've waited long enough."

"It won't be easy…"

"I've tried easy and I got tired," she interrupted him.

"Hear me out. With both our works, we won't be able to see each other that often. And I've heard that most of the long distance relationships are doomed to fail."

"Ours won't," she tried to reassure him. "Jack… Do you want to back out? Because if you do, it's ok, I understand," she said, though he could see in her eyes that it wasn't.

"I don't, I don't. Like I told you, I want to make it work. And we will make it work," he continued, "whatever it'll take, we will."

"We will," she repeated after him with a smile. "So… Do I get a kiss?" she asked, and he couldn't help but laugh at how sheepish she sounded.

"Well…," he pondered for a second before capturing her lips in an open-mouthed kiss.

They had kissed before, but their kisses had never conveyed what this one was conveying: love and promises. They only parted because of a dear need of oxygen, both sporting huge smiles on their faces.

"What do you think of going to my cabin next time we both have a few days off?" he asked and she recognized another of their own metaphors there.

"I'd love too. But it'll probably be a few months until I'll be able to take some holidays with the Ori and all."

"I know. I probably won't have any time off soon either, anyway."

Not wanting to talk anymore, at least for now, she stood on her tiptoes and kissed him again. Only to be interrupted a few seconds later by the phone.

His head resting on the crook of Sam's neck, Jack groaned; he should have told his secretary that he didn't want to be disturbed.

"You should probably get that, it might be important."

He knew that she was right but that didn't mean that he didn't want to stay right where he was, with their arms around each other. So, instead of releasing her to go answer the phone, he just backed towards his desk and picked up the phone with one hand while the other stayed on Sam's back, his fingers tracing strange patterns.

"O'Neill… Mr President, Sir, what can I do for you?" he asked as he unconsciously straightened and let go of Sam, though it wasn't like he could be seen. "Tomorrow, 0900 is perfect, Mr President. See you tomorrow, Sir," he added before hanging up. Looking up towards Sam, he noticed that she was giggling slightly. "What?"

"You don't want to know," she just said, and he guessed that he probably didn't. "So, what did the President want? If it's ok to tell me, of course."

"He wanted me to brief him about Ba'al and his clones. Actually, if you could come too…"

"I can't. I have a flight booked at 0800 for Nevada. I still have a few things to pick up there," she explained and Jack nodded his understanding.

"Well, then, what should we do until then?" he asked, already having an idea or two.

Sam already had a few ideas too, but that would have to wait until they had left his office. Anyone could interrupt them at any time, and she definitely didn't want to be interrupted for what she had in mind.

Holding her in his arms, Jack thought about that night where he had wanted them to wait. Though, he would have waited as long as she needed, he was glad that she had finally come.

They had opened the metaphoric door, and could now hope that everything would turn out right for them in the end. Things would never be easy between them, but it wasn't what they wanted or needed anyway. No, they would just live and love each other the best they could. And no matter what others could say, they had waited long enough for that to mind them.