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Sam goes to the Air Force Academy to complete a series of lectures and runs into someone special. Set post series.

This is something different (for me) that was inspired by TamaraJagellovsk's story 'Chain of Command'.

Usual disclaimer - I don't own anyone here :-(

hope you enjoy :-)

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"Carter?"

Sam was walking through the main hallway of the Air Force Academy, accompanied by the Dean General Kerrigan when she heard her name called in that all too familiar way. She was surprised to think that General O'Neill would be here, but she turned to look for him nonetheless.

"That's Colonel Carter to you cadet!"

Sam was about to correct General Kerrigan, letting him know that it wasn't the cadet who had called out to her when she focussed on the young man that he was addressing. Her breath caught when her eyes met his. They were his eyes.

The young man straightened to attention, but was not quite able to suppress the slight smirk on his lips.

And they were his lips.

"Sir! Yes Sir!" He replied formally. "Sorry Sir!" Then he looked at her. "Sorry Ma'am," he said a little more softly.

Sam's mouth was suddenly very dry. She knew that Jonathan O'Neill, the Generals clone had started at the Academy but...

Could this really be him?

One look in those eyes, that smirk, cheekier somehow on the younger man...

Who else could it be?!

Sam's mind was having trouble equating the teenager that had turned up at the SGC...

Has it already been eight years?

...with the grown man standing in front of her.

"You might be top of your class son," the General continued. "But so help me O'Neill if you don't pull that attitude into line..."

And there it was. It was him. Not like there was really any doubt.

"General, I'm a family friend of Cadet O'Neill's," Sam lied, noticing the young man's eyebrow rise. "I know it doesn't excuse it, but it is actually the first time we've...been together like this."

O'Neill let his eyes travel down Carters body, the smirk still firmly in place. Together. With Colonel Carter. Now that is definitely something...

The General nodded his acceptance of Carters explanation. "You're excused this time Jon," the General warned.

His head snapped back up, highly inappropriate thoughts cut short.

"Don't let it happen again."

"Yes Sir!"

"Dismissed Cadet."

Cadet Jon O'Neill saluted the General and turned away.

The General shook his head and he and Sam turned to continue on their way. "I didn't realise you knew O'Neill Colonel."

"Ah, yes Sir," Sam replied. "I've known his family for years."

"Well maybe you might want to have a word with him before you go, you seem to have a knack with the brilliant but troubled ones," he finished smiling ruefully.

Sam turned back in the direction Jon had gone to see him standing there looking towards her with that damned smirk still on his lips. She felt something when she looked at him that she never thought she'd ever feel for anyone but...him...

"Colonel?"

Sam turned back to General Kerrigan and they entered the lecture hall.

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After the formal dinner at the Academy dining hall Sam retired to the room they had assigned her in the guest quarters to go over her notes for the following weeks lectures. She rubbed a hand across tired eyes and was just considering turning in for the night when there was a soft tap at her door. Frowning, she laid her laptop aside and stood from the small couch moving over to open the door.

Jon turned and smiled when he heard the door open. "Colonel," he greeted, emphasising her rank.

Again Sam was struck by the effect he seemed to have on her.

Jon's smile faltered briefly when she didn't reply. "Can I come in?" he asked after a moment.

Sam mentally shook herself. "Ah, yeah of course," she replied as she moved aside to let him pass.

"I hope I didn't interrupt anything," he said motioning to the open computer.

She smiled. "Not really," she replied with a sigh. "Just going over my presentations for the week."

Jon nodded looking back to her. "I think I'm supposed to go to a few of those."

Her eyebrows rose. "Supposed to?" A small smirk came to his lips at her question and her libido suddenly decided it wasn't so tired after all as it gave her a firm nudge.

"Well, now that I know it's you I'll be staring at for what would have otherwise been, mind numbingly boring, hours on end," he said taking a small step towards her. "I think I should probably go," he finished, his voice an octave lower than when he'd started.

Sam cleared her throat and took a matching step back and damn him if he didn't notice, that infuriating smirk growing a little wider as his eyes moved quickly over her.

Jon wasn't feeling nearly as confident as he was trying to portray, but he could see the way Carter was responding to him and it definitely helped.

Sam noticed Jon's eyes stutter briefly as they moved back up over her breasts and she felt her nipples harden in response. Suddenly remembering what she was wearing she self consciously crossed her arms over her chest even though she knew it was in vain. She was only wearing a tank top and sweats so he surely would have noticed. And it really wasn't that cold in here.

Jon took a deep breath as his eyes moved back to her face. He let himself stare into those amazing blue eyes realising suddenly how much he'd missed just being able to look at her every day.

The cocky smirk vanished, replaced by something she had only ever dreamed she'd see on that face. Only it wasn't exactly that face was it? She held his gaze for as long as she could, her heart beating hard, before she finally looked away.

Jon watched her a moment longer before he looked down at his boots. "Ah, I should probably..."

Sam looked back to him hugging her arms tighter around her. "...go," she finished for him. He looked up at her through his lashes and smiled and she thought she'd quite possibly never seen a sweeter smile in her life.

"Yeah," he agreed softly.

She followed him to the door, stopping just behind him.

Resting his hand on the door handle Jon turned back to her. "It's good to see you Carter."

She smiled at him. "You too Jon."

After a moment of indecision he reached out to gently cup her cheek. Leaning in slowly so as to give her time to pull away, he placed a kiss against the very corner of her mouth. He lingered a moment turning his face into hers.

As soon as he had started to move towards her Sam had stopped breathing. She felt his lips soft against her, his breath on her skin making her shiver and she closed her eyes against the onslaught of emotions it caused. After what seemed like an age he pulled back, a small smile on his lips, his thumb tracing lightly over her cheekbone.

"I'll see you tomorrow," he murmured before stepping out into the hallway.

Sam leant her back against the closed door, finally able to take a breath.

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A/N

Well I hoped you enjoyed the first chapter of this. I have no trouble at all imagining Jon at 24 looking and probably acting exactly like a young Jack, so I hope you all are getting the same imagery when you're reading this that I'm getting while I'm writing it :-)

Also, please keep in mind I'm writing a piece of fiction here and in this AU it's not against regs for Sam and Jon to see each other because she's only a guest lecturer and not a teacher.

And I'd love to know what you think so far.