Part Two: Making History

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A/N: Okay…so remember, spoilers for "Children of the Gods" and Hayes is president.

BTW!! I am in the processing of writing a BIG story. I mean big. Well…not really big. But it's got a full plot and an important original character. I have no idea when I'll post it, probably when I have most of it done…so be on the look out! I'll let you know which one it is.

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"Carter…you remember the first time we met?" his voice was low and soft.

Sam almost laughed. "Yeah. How could I forget?"

"You know I don't think of you as just a scientist, right? I never did actually." Jack narrowed his eyes, making sure she didn't blow him off.

Sam frowned slightly. She knew the colonel had a…dislike for scientists, but she was almost positive that she and Daniel had worn him down. What did he mean he never thought of her that way?

"I…I'm not sure I understand what you mean, sir."

He sighed slightly. "Ah, hell." He dropped his gaze and loosened his hold on her slightly. "I'm in way over my head."

Sam remained silent. She reached up and laid a hand over his arm, gently squeezing to get his attention. When he looked up she smiled encouragingly.

"I highly doubt that, sir. You always seem to bite off more than you can chew, but you win in the end, no matter what. I've seen it dozens of times."

"This…is a little different, Carter." Jack murmured. "I haven't bitten off anything…this just kinda…happened."

"What just 'kinda happened?'" Sam prodded softly.

"You." He smiled and shook his head wearily.

Sam raised her eyebrows and dropped her chin, looking at him questioningly through her lashes. "Me." She stated.

"Yep. Definitely you." His voice was light, almost like he was trying to joke…but deadly serious at the same time.

"What about me?" Sam purposefully dropped the use of rank.

Jack shrugged again, but his eyes were dark with inscrutable emotions. "I don't know. You just…walked into that room…strong, brilliant, ready to raise hell. You're something else, Carter."

Sam blushed, but didn't back down. "You were pretty ready to do the same, Colonel. If I remember correctly."

He smiled, but continued to look at her. Sam felt a slight shiver run through her. He was doing this. 'I can't believe this. I can't believe this! The regs…oh my God! We're in the Pentagon! Cameras…Holy Hannah…our careers are over.' Sam's mental ramblings must have showed on her face because the colonel glanced concernedly at her. 'No, wait…maybe I can do something. Stop the colonel from getting court-martialed. I can't let him ruin his life over me.'

"Alien influence!" The words burst from her mouth before she stopped to think. Her eyes were wide and her face was pale.

Jack blinked at her. "What?"

"Colonel!" Sam hissed quietly leaning forward slightly. "We're in the Pentagon! There are cameras! What it they see us? Hear us?"

Jack smiled and casually leaned closer to her. "So what if they hear us? What do you think we're taking about?" his eyes twinkled with amusement.

Sam's face lost what little color was left in it…though her cheeks were turning a very attractive shade of red.

"Oh, no. Oh, God. Sir…I don't…I mean, I didn't--!" her rant was cut off when he pressed a finger to her lips, suppressing his own laughter.

"Relax, Carter. I'm pretty sure we're talking about the same thing." He winked at her and Sam sighed in relief before she remembered what they had been talking about.

"Oh." 'Seriously?' Sam silently berated herself. 'That's all I can say?'

Jack smiled slightly and turned his head to look at the door, then turned it to scan the rest of the room. Sam opened her mouth to ask what he was doing when his lips were suddenly on hers.

Without thinking, Sam kissed him back. Her hands slid around his neck; pulling him closer. His arms wrapped tightly around her back pulling her to him and effectively closing the distance between them. Sam sighed into the kiss. It was long and soft, but deep and hard at the same time.

When neither could go any longer without oxygen they broke apart, but he held her to him. Resting his forehead against hers, he gave her a disarming grin. She returned it and closed her eyes as she replayed what had just happened.

Colonel Jack O'Neill, her Colonel O'Neill, had kissed her. He felt feelings for her. But…what kind of feelings were they?

"Sir…" Sam whispered reminding him who and where they were.

"Carter." He countered taking her face in his hands and moving so that he could look in her eyes. "This wasn't supposed to happen."

Sam felt her heart drop to her too-tight shoes. She felt like the wind had been knocked out of her.

Jack saw her face fall and immediately kicked himself. That had definitely not come out the way it was supposed to. "What I mean is…" he hooked a finger under her chin and brought her eyes to his. "I'm glad it did."

Relief lit her eyes and she let out a breath that she didn't know she'd been holding. "You know…I am too."

Jack smiled back. "Well…while we're being so honest and all…" he grinned and pulled back from her, trailing his fingers down her neck, finally grasping her hands that were lying in her lap. He looked down and flushed slightly, losing his courage.

"Hey…" she said softly, coaxing him to look at her. "I like honesty."

"Maybe I'm jumping the gun. I don't want to make you…uncomfortable." He said earnestly, wanting her to understand.

"Jumping the…" she shook her head. "Tell me. Please." Sam knew she was to the point of begging, but she would stay strong. She needed to hear this. She needed him to hear this.

Jack took a deep, slightly shaky breath. "Carter…Sam…I love you. I really do." His voice broke and he closed his eyes. He hadn't expected this to be easy…but this was a lot harder than he had thought. He hated being vulnerable and he wasn't even sure he was ready to face what it meant that he trusted her to the point where he would open himself so completely to her.

Sam's eyes went wide and she struggled to hide the imminent tears. She squeezed his hands and dropped her chin. "Wow." She breathed. "That…that was probably as honest as honest comes."

Jack smiled and let himself breathe a little. She hadn't pulled away, hadn't bolted…hadn't laughed in his face. He wasn't expecting an 'I love you' back. How the hell could she love him; an old, burnt-out, grumpy Air Force colonel who has seen and done things that no one ever should. "Yeah." He agreed.

Pulling her hands gently from his, she reached up and ran her hands down the lapels of his jacket, grabbing hold of them about half-way down. "You never ask for anything…so I'm assuming that you're not asking for a reply?" she posed it as a question, but she wasn't surprised when he shook his head, averting his eyes.

Sam smiled. "Too bad. You're getting one."

His head snapped up, eyes wide with surprise and…was it hope?

Sam took a deep breath. Running her thumbs over his jacket she held his gaze wondering how she should do this. She didn't want to screw this up. After all…you only get to tell the "one" (and she was sure that he was the "one") that you are madly, deeply, til-death-do-we-part in love with him. Should she go for frou-frou and gushy? Or short and gruff? Girly? Indifferent? Coy? Desperate? No…

She should just be 'Sam.'

"I love you too. Probably from the moment you said, "I like women." with that…" she laughed. "God. With that smile."

Jack was pretty sure that the General and the President could come dancing through the room declaring their undying love for Britney Spears karaoke and desire to be Martha Stewart…and he wouldn't have even noticed.

Sam Carter…his Carter, loved him back. "Why?" he managed to choke out, astonishment tightening his vocal cords.

Sam shrugged. "I choose you." She said simply.

Jack nodded, still not daring to believe what had just happened. Without pausing to think, he leaned forward and captured her lips with his again. She responded immediately, tugging him closer by his jacket.

Still connected by their lips he pulled her to her feet and wrapped his arms around her in earnest. He felt her rise up on her tip-toes a little to gain a little leverage and tightened her arms around his neck.

Neither had ever been happier. They were together…in love. Sure, it would take some hefty string-pulling to let them be together, but each had a feeling that they would figure it out. Together.


George glanced to his right at the President's equally amused face. "Told ya George." Hayes said meeting his twinkling gaze. "Saw it the moment I met them." He turned back to the video monitor to see that the pair was standing, heads together, saying something he couldn't hear.

"I never denied it, Henry." George gave a small chuckle. "You wanna tell them the news or should I?"

"Well, normally, George, I would insist that you do it. You are their commanding officer after all…and as I understand it, you've known Captain Carter since she was a kid." When Hammond nodded his head in confirmation, Henry continued. "But…it's not everyday that two people like Carter and O'Neill get this chance."

George nodded his agreement. "We're making history, Henry."

"So are they." Hayes nodded to the monitor. He straightened his tie and grinned at his long-time friend. "What do you say we do it together?"

George nodded, grinning back. "I couldn't agree more."

Hayes stepped out of the monitor room first, holding the door open for George. When the general followed and made sure his dress jacket was straight, Henry closed the door.

As they walked down the hall, The President of the United States leaned towards the commander of the most important operation in the world and whispered, "You wanna scare 'em a little first?"

George chuckled. "Of course."

Hayes laughed. "I can't wait to see the looks on both their faces."

"Me neither, Mr. President…me neither." Hammond laughed as he threw open the door and met eyes with a very startled colonel and captain.

The End

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