The Line Between

Category: Action/Angst/Romance/Drama

Pairing: Sam/Cam

Summary: Sequel to 'The Space Between.' When a mission goes wrong Sam and Cam try to work out where the line lies between their personal and working relationship but will trying to keep the balance, end up risking one of their lives?

Warnings: None

Disclaimer: Own nothing, nadda, zip and zilch!

Author's Notes: Okay, so I've finally got the draft down for the sequel. Now it's just a matter of staying motivated enough to fine tune and post chapters! Wish me luck :D

Sam tapped her pen lightly on the table as she counted the number of empty spaces on the page in front of her. Though the crossword in Science Daily was basic, at least compared to her extensive knowledge, it did serve as a useful tool to kick start her brain in the mornings.

Frowning slightly, she drew her knees up onto the chair and took hold of her coffee, taking a sip. She knew the answer but like most of the information she'd learnt in her early days of studying it had been buried to make room for the surge she'd received since joining Sg-1.

'Showers all yours...' Cam ran a hand through his damp hair as he entered the kitchen, smiling when he realized she wasn't listening. 'Sam..?'

'By nineteen twenty-eight George someone had solved the theory of the alpha decay of a nucleus via tunneling.' She bit down on the lid of her pen thoughtfully, 'Five letters?'

Cam shook his head as he tightened the towel around his waist.

If she was asking for his help then she was obviously far too engrossed in the puzzle.

'I don't know Sam…' He moved behind her, resting his hands against the chair she was sitting on. 'But have I mentioned that I find it incredible sexy when you do your sciency stuff wearing nothing but my shirt?'

She smiled, letting her attention momentarily lapse from the problem. 'Somehow I don't think Landry would approve of me wearing this to work.'

'Oh I don't know…' He leant forward, dropping a kiss against her neck. 'I can guarantee he wouldn't ask you to take it off…'

Placing her coffee on the table she laughed at him, 'Who knows, he might like…'

Cam slapped his hand over her mouth before she could go any further. 'Whatever you're gonna say, don't! I so don't need those images of Landry in my head at this time of the morning.'

Her eyes shone with amusement as she nodded and he reluctantly released his hold on her.

'You want some breakfast?' He asked moving into the kitchen.

'Pancakes...?'

She raised her eyebrows hopefully and he smirked as he reached down into her cupboard to get the ingredients ready. 'Are they the only reason you keep me around?'

'Not the only reason…' She closed the magazine on the table, placing her pen down on the cover. 'Probably the main one…'

'Well at least I know I'm not expendable...' He waved the fry pan he was holding in her direction, 'Cause I know you're never gonna be able to cook.'

'Hey!' She instinctively went to argue but the protests died on her lips as she watched him.

It hadn't really occurred to her before but he knew his way around the small kitchen, knew exactly where everything was kept. Another light frown graced her features as she idly wondered when that had happened.

'How long have we…'

She stopped feeling like she really ought to know the answer but he'd already guessed the question.

'Nearly three months…' He replied, cracking two eggs into a bowl. 'And this is the twenty-third time I've made you pancakes.'

She stood up, her lips twisting into a smile as she moved into the kitchen and slipped her arms around his waist. 'I like this…'

'I know.' He stated matter of factly. 'That's why I keep making them.'

'Not the pancakes.' She leant her head against his shoulder taking in the soft scent of his aftershave. 'I like you in my house, knowing where stuff is…'

'Oh…' He reached for the milk trying to be subtle as he began mixing it in, 'You know I could be here all the time if we told the others about us…'

She let out a sigh, wishing she had the same amount of confidence in their friends reactions that he did. She wanted to tell them, she really did… she just didn't want to ruin what they already had.

Cam felt her move away and he abandoned the batter he was making to turn and face her. 'Sam, there's no pressure okay? Whenever you're ready we'll tell them.'

She smiled lightly as he pulled her into a hug. 'I'm sorry… '

'You've got nothing to be sorry for.' He dropped a soft kiss against her hair, 'There's no rush.'

'Thank you.'

After a few moments she reluctantly pulled away, giving his arm a gentle squeeze. 'I'm going to go take a shower.'

'Sam…' He grabbed her hand before she could leave and stepped forward giving her a propper kiss. Instantly she relaxed against him and when they eventually broke for air he was glad to see her smiling fully this time.

'Be quick, pancakes will be ready in ten…'

She nodded before dashing out of the room and he turned back to the stove turning on the heat.

It didn't matter that they were keeping their relationship a secret. In a way it was even nice, having something that was just their's… and though there would definitely be perks to having it out in the open, it was something he was content to wait for.