Whistler, British Columbia--Sundown

[carter_i_am]

"This may be the most perfect non-scientific moment of my life," Sam remarked, sipping from her mug of coffee before leaning back against Jack, who was holding her snugly from his spot behind her on the lawn chair. The sun was setting behind the mountains, a gorgeous, vibrant red. The Bach Cello Suites played from the CD player in the other room

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[anextimeagent]

Jack smiled and kissed her temple, holding her a little bit closer. "Absolutely my pleasure, Sam," he said quietly, completely relaxed, completely content. "I'm glad you're enjoying it."

[carter_i_am]

"I am. It turns out I like not having people shoot at me regularly. Weird, huh?"

[anextimeagent]

"Bizarre, even," he chuckled, shifting his gaze from the scenery to Sam. "People been shooting at you recently?"

[carter_i_am]

Sam took another slow sip of coffee. "Shooting at might be overstating it a little."

[anextimeagent]

He nodded, absently trailing his fingers down her arm. "Tell me?"

[carter_i_am]

"Charlie's mother was dying, and he needed to get past the Air Force personnel to see her one last time." Maybe she wouldn't have to mention the getting captured and interrogated part.

[anextimeagent]

Jack took a minute to absorb all of that, shifting so he could see her face more clearly. "Is Kawalsky okay?" he finally asked, deciding it was the simplest question and the one least likely to get him tossed in the lake.

[carter_i_am]

"Well, his mother died, so he's been a lot better," Sam said, cradling her mug in both hands and staring into it. "But she got to see him once more, and he got to see his sister, and he wasn't alone, so it could have been worse, too."

[anextimeagent]

"I bet he has. It's good he got to see them," Jack said, sighing a little. He might not like Kawalsky, but he could still feel bad for the guy. "You going to tell me what exactly getting past Air Force personnel involved?"

[carter_i_am]

"Krycek beating up on Crichton while I hacked the computer to find her room number?"

[anextimeagent]

Jack blinked. "Okay, why was Krycek beating up on Crichton? I'd think he'd be on your side...oh. Right. Distraction?"

[carter_i_am]

She nodded approvingly. "Yeah. And wow, did it work. Still, the bruising was pretty impressive."

[anextimeagent]

"I imagine. Poor John. You know, there's much more effective," he smirked, "means of distraction. but whatever works." Jack rested his chin on her shoulder. "And that just let you walk in, no questions asked?"

[carter_i_am]

"Um..." She fidgeted.

[anextimeagent]

"Um?" he repeated, making it a question. "You don't have to tell me, Sam, but I wish you would."

[carter_i_am]

"We got caught. There was an interrogation, but no torture. I'm pretty Jack pulled some strings and blackmailed someone, but I can't prove it." She twisted so she could better gauge his reaction.