Again, sorry for any grammar mistakes in this or any other part of this story. My attention span has been way too short lately. I promise I'll find a beta next time :)

four

The next time Janet saw Jack he had a face covered in glitter and he was wearing Sam's wings.

"Jack?" She stopped him with a hand on his arm. His cap was mysteriously missing, and he had a Dixie cup in each hand. "Are those Sam's?"

"Shhh…" Jack went to put a finger to his lips and nearly spilt drink down himself. "They're Tinkerbell's." He giggled then shook his head, his brow creasing in a frown as he reigned in his smile. "Secret. Secret wings. Magical." He whispered to Janet, as if immensely proud of himself.

"Oh my God." When he'd said he needed a drink, he'd certainly had one. Or four, she guessed. He was either ridiculously drunk, or ridiculous when drunk. Janet suspected it was a combination of the two. Although, given whose wings he was wearing and the glitter covering his face and neck, she figured Sam had something to do with why Jack was suddenly so giddyhappydrunk.

"Sh Janet! Secret wings! Secret Magic. Can't tell anyone." He shook his head back and forth then ran away. Janet didn't think she'd ever seen Jack O'Neill run anywhere except on the treadmill at the Academy Hospital, and certainly not dressed like this. My my.

"Tinkerbell! Psst!" Jack stuck his head around the back door, relieved to find her still sitting on the garden bench. She was cross legged on the end, looking at the stars, his cap still perched on her head where he had left it. He sat down across from her, drawing his legs under his body so he mirrored her, and put their drinks down between them. "Here. Water." She looked down, surprised. "Even fairies need to stay hydrated, Tinkerbell." He told her seriously. She giggled and kissed him on the cheek, then drank greedily, soon finishing the cup. She sighed and looked back up at the stars.

"You're very pretty." Jack said solemnly, his drink forgotten. Her eyes were big and wide, her lips pink from his kisses, and her skin a little flushed from the cold. She looked right at him, considering him carefully.

"You're very pretty too." She replied.

"You think so?" He preened a little.

"Yeah. Very pretty. Really pretty. You've got good eyes." Warm and chocolaty and brown. Eyes made for laughing.

"Hmm. You've got good eyes, too. Pretty." And nice eyelashes, but he thought it would be weird if someone complimented your eyelashes, so he didn't. "You're very pretty. Like really pretty." He felt like he should look away but his brain wasn't getting the message to his muscles.

"Jack." She dropped the plastic cup at her feet.

"What?" She leaned in a little closer.

"Shh." She put a finger to his lips then drew it across his cheek until she reached his ear, tugging a little and he almost fell into her lap, but her hands caught his shoulders and their lips met instead. Jack thought somewhere distantly in his brain that it was messy and not very smooth but with a sigh his arms wrapped around her because she tasted like apples and he just didn't care. She hummed against him and moved a little closer, but soon broke away to yawn, covering her mouth with the back of her hand. "Sorry." She grinned.

"That's ok. I'm beat." He smiled sleepily, eyelids drooping a little at the contagious sound of her yawn. He pulled his legs out from under him and swung them over the edge of the bench, leaning back. To his surprise, she just twisted and leaned into him, her head falling onto his shoulder. The plastic feather in his cap was scratching against his cheek but he daren't move in case she lifted her head.

"Did you guys drive here?" Her head was a little foggy and she was tired but she really didn't want to have to leave him. She quickly quelled that thought. That was not a thought she should be thinking about someone she'd only just met.

"Yeah, but Janet said we could crash on her couch if we needed to." Whether there was space left for him he didn't know, because by the looks of everyone else who was still around, there were going to be quite a few spaces on the couch taken up.

"Oh." She sounded a little crestfallen. "I was kinda hoping you'd come bunk with me. I'm in Janet's spare room." She was close to just napping out on the bench outside, but it was already getting cold and she remembered how soft the comforter had felt when she had made the spare bed earlier.

"Uh…" Hell, was she asking him to share a bed with her? That was so not a good idea. She seemed to realise what that had sounded like, and sat up to clarify quickly, her cheeks tinged pink.

"Not to… you know. It's just that Janet only has so many couches, and you're comfy." Her grin was sheepish, and Jack withheld the urge to talk about how pretty she was again.

They took the stairs one at a time, Sam supporting him as he stumbled into the banister a few times, and then they were upstairs and she pulled him down the corridor into what was presumably the spare room. A duffle sat on the bed and Sam knocked it onto the floor, flopping down gracelessly and crawling up towards the pillows. She looked so comfortable that he resisted the urge to stammer awkwardly and just set himself down on the other side, trying not to take up too much space. As soon as his head hit the pillow he let out a long yawn, suddenly realising just how tired he felt.

"Just gonna lay down here for a bit, OK Tink?"

"Mmmhmmm." She mumbled. "'S Fine." She shuffled over and curled into him, and his arms came up around her instinctively, patting her on the head awkwardly. She had lost the cap somewhere between the garden and the bedroom, because his hand hit soft hair and just decided to take up residence resting on the back of her skull. For a moment he tried not to breathe in case he disturbed her, but the moment he inhaled his nose was filled with her, still smelling of apples and he caught a whiff of strawberry shampoo. He was going to say something, something about Daniel and going home, but he was so cozy and she was so warm that he just closed his eyes and drifted off.