Disclaimer: I own nothing; if I did I doubt it would have lasted one season!

Rating: Older kids

Category: Romance and my feeble attempt at humor (the only excuse I can give is that I was sleep deprived!)

Season: Eight, post-Threads

Pairing: Jack/Sam

Spoilers: Anything with Pete and Threads

Authors Note: A little thing that came to me when I was sleeping on my living room floor, not for the reasons given in the story but simply because I was having trouble sleeping! Yeah, sleeping on an uncomfortable floor is a good way of breaking insomnia! It seemed like a good idea at the time. Well at least it gave me an idea for this complete piece of fluff.

Authors Note 2: I wanted to post this before I go on holiday on Wednesday so that I hopefully will have lots of reviews to look forward to when I get back, hint, hint! Hope you like it, once again thank you to Alyssa for beta-ing this fic for me. Any mistakes are mine and mine alone.

On with the story…

A Disagreement With My Bed

She was walking around her house gathering the things she needed to take with her when there was knock on her front door. She began to walk to it, knowing exactly who it would be.

"Damn", she thought to herself, "he's early". She was hoping that she would be ready by the time he got there but she had overslept. Damn her uncomfortable living room floor. "Maybe I won't have to invite him in" she said to herself aloud. But she knew she couldn't do that, she walked to the door and opened it to reveal a completely relaxed General O'Neill standing there.

"Good Morning, Carter. Ready to go?" He asked.

"Nearly. Come on in," she said, moving to allow him to enter her house. She really wished that she had tidied her living room before she had started packing. She knew there would be questions, questions she really didn't want to have to answer. He walked into the living room and looked around. "Here goes," she thought.

"Er, Carter? What are you doing sleeping on your living room floor?" asked the slightly confused General.

Looking down, so she didn't have to look him in the eye, "I had a disagreement with my bed" she finally answered.

He smiled at this, "What kind of disagreement?"

Damn this man. Why couldn't he leave it at that? "The kind where I couldn't stand it being in my house anymore and had to get rid of it and all the bedding." She said, glancing nervously away to look at the stairs.

"May I ask why?" He said with a slightly confused look on his face.

"I…er…" she still couldn't look him in the eye, "It reminded me of…him and what a big mistake all of that was. It got to the point where I couldn't sleep in it anymore so I got rid of it." She slowly lifted her head so that she could gauge his reaction. She noticed that he looked embarrassed.

"Oh" was all he could say, then he seemed to have a thought, "Don't you have a spare room?"

Now it was her turn to look embarrassed, "The same applied to the bed in the spare room."

"Oh?" He said, this time with a questioning look on his face.

She looked down again; she couldn't believe she was having this conversation with General O'Neill of all people. He still didn't know that he was the reason that she had broken off her engagement and here she was talking about why she had to get rid of her beds. ARGH! This couldn't get much worse.

"Yeah," she said, trying to think of a way out of this awkward topic as quickly as possible, "So that's why I've been sleeping in the living room."

"Right then." He could sense that this was an uncomfortable topic for her, and he also realised that he wasn't comfortable thinking about her and him and beds. Those thoughts just ripped his insides out. Shaking his head to get rid of the images he looked at her. "You finished packing?" He asked.

"Yeah, almost. Just got a couple of things to pick up and then we can get out of here." She said, thankful for the change in topic. "Make yourself at home while I finish up."

She then turned and walked back to her bedroom to pick up the last few things she needed and put them in her bag. As she walked out of her room she saw General O'Neill putting the quilt and pillows from her living room floor into the linen closet.

"Sir, you didn't need to do that" she said quickly, crossing her arms across her chest.

"I know. But it's not a good idea to leave it in the middle of your living room floor when you are going to be out of town for a few days. What would the neighbors think?" he asked, being overly dramatic then told her. "And the name is Jack."

A smile slowly crept to her lips and she dropped her hands to her sides "Thank you but I was going to do that before we left."

"Well now you don't have to," he said, giving her one of his heart stopping smiles, well, at least they stopped her heart, "and we can go and get Danny and Teal'c then get on our way."

"Yes sir. Thank you."

"It's Jack. If we are going to spend a week at my cabin there is no way that you're going to call me sir. It's Jack, and that's an order Colonel." He told her, playfully narrowing his eyes at her

She smiled, he had been trying to get her to call him Jack for years but she had always called him sir, Colonel or General. It was the only way she could stop the inappropriate thoughts that would enter her head when she thought of him as Jack. But she couldn't defy a direct order could she?

Smiling to herself she looked and him and said, "Well if I have to call you Jack then I suppose you'll have to call me Sam."

"I was planning on it," he said with a big shit-eating grin on his face.

"Well in that case, let's go Jack." The grin on his face got even bigger when he heard her use his first name.

"After you Sam," he said pointing to the door.

The smile on her face got bigger as she realised the warm feeling she got upon hearing her name coming from his lips. It had been so long since he'd called her anything but Carter.

He stood and watched her walk to her front door. She knew he was watching and couldn't help but put more sway into her hips as she walked.

"Oh yeah, this is going to be a good week" he thought as he watched her step out of her front door. She turned back to look at him,

"You coming Jack?" she said with the sexiest smile he had ever seen on her face. He could only smile in return. He walked to her door and stepped through to stand next to her.

"Do you mind taking my bag to the truck while I lock up?" she asked, sweetly

"Sure" he said heading to his truck with her bag in hand. She stood and watched him walk, she couldn't help herself. He could feel her watching and out a bit more swagger into his walk.

"Oh yeah" she thought, "this is going to be a good week."

She turned around to lock her door and as she turned back she saw him watching her.

"Ready to go Sam?" he called from the truck

Oh yeah, she was ready. She was finally going to see his cabin. Her, Jack, Daniel and Teal'c. The old team together again. What could be better? Well she knew the answer to that, but that's another story.

Please send me feedback, I need something to look forward to when I get home (before any one gets jealous about the fact I'm going away, please consider that I am sleeping in a tent for a week. I live in England, it's going to rain all week I can just see it!)