The Beautifully Clueless

The Beautifully Clueless

by Lynniebear27

Summary: Sam's in trouble.can she be helped before she destroys herself?
Category: Angst, Drama, Hurt/Comfort, Romance
Episode Related: 105 First Commandment, 106 Cold Lazarus, 521 Meridian, 603 Descent
Season: any Season
Pairing: Jack/Sam, Sam/other
Rating: 13+
Warnings: adult themes, minor language, violence
Author's Notes: My first story!!!
Disclaimer: Stargate SG-1 and its characters are the property of Showtime/Viacom, MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, and Gekko Productions. This story was created for entertainment purposes only. No copyright infringement is intended. The original characters, situations, and story are the property of the author(s).
Archived on: 05/31/06

Sam Carter lay in a heap on the cold, hard floor of her kitchen contemplating what had become of her life. She slowly raised herself using the corner of the table as leverage. Her ribs protested profusely at the action.
A million thoughts came rushing through her head all at once. "Why couldn't I just tell the Colonel I had personal matters to attend to? He literally gave me a way out and I didn't take it."
Another voice popped into her head. "How could I? Ever since I've married the team's atmosphere has been tense."
"You know it's been going on longer than that. It just wasn't as apparent until a few months ago." Her internal argument raged on a few more minutes until the terse ringing of a phone brought her out of her reverie.
She fumbled to reach the cordless at the end of the counter. "Hello?"
"Sam, it's Daniel. I've been trying to reach you on your cell for the last half hour. That annoying voice kept telling me your phone was `out of service', and you didn't answer when I called your house. I thought you might like to know where your coat went. You left it in my car, so I brought it home with me. Where've you been?"
Sam suddenly glanced across the room at the forgotten device that now lay in pieces from where it had rebounded off the wall. "Oh, I was working on a new astrophysics book I'm writing. I have this theory about how the wormhole may be able to remain stabilized for longer periods of time...well I'll tell you about it when I get back to the base. You know how I get when I'm working... I must have turned my cell off. I'm sorry to have worried you Daniel and I'll pick up my coat tomorrow."
Daniel sighed in relief. He had started to get very worried about Sam and had been about to call for help if she hadn't answered soon, but it wasn't exactly a secret about how intense Sam could get with her work. "I can come over now and drop it off if you like."
"No! I mean, uh, now isn't really a good time. I'll just pick it up tomorrow."
"I just thought you might like to sleep in on your day off. You can just let yourself into the apartment if you want. I'll leave it in the front hallway closet for you. If you can spare a minute of your downtime with Brock, that is. Don't work too hard; it is called DOWNTIME for a reason you know."
"I won't and I suppose I could spare a minute if it's to get my jacket, but other than that don't expect to see me for the next two weeks." She jested.
"OK Sam, just don't have too much fun while I'm off on P3X-297 with SG-6 deciphering the ancient ruin's text they discovered."
"I can't promise anything, but I'll try," she allowed a devilish grin to cross her face, "See you in a couple weeks Daniel."
"Bye, Sam." Carter set down the phone and got a broom out of the closet. All she honestly felt like doing was plopping down in her bed and sleeping for the next fourteen hours, but she knew Brock would have a fit if the glass wasn't swept up by the time he got home.
When that task was completed, she picked up her irreparably damaged cell phone and furniture. It was nine o'clock by the time she finished. Sam crawled in bed, but surprisingly, the relief she sought was not forthcoming. The last few hours' events poured through her head.
CHAPTER 2
~ "Hey Carter, The team's going to O'Malley's for a few drinks. Wanna come?" then, at her hesitant look, "I mean, we'll understand if you wanna get home to Brice or already have plans..." Colonel O'Neill offered.
SG-1 had just gotten back from a particularly hard mission on P3X-346. Let's just say the natives weren't exactly welcoming. Teal'c had been shot with an arrow in the leg and Colonel O'Neill was sporting a similar wound to his shoulder. Both injuries were taken care of upon arrival through the StarGate, and were expected to heal in the next few weeks. Teal'c's limb was anticipated to heal even sooner due to `Junior'. It was only six o'clock and Sam figured she had some time. The team's dynamic hadn't been the best lately (most of the tension, admittedly, could be attributed to both Sam and Jack) and Sam thought she might be able to repair some of the damage tonight.
"Brock's working late tonight at the station and I've finished most of the work in my lab so I'm free. Sounds great I'll be there just let me get washed up first."
"Okay-dokay we'll meet you there whenever you're done."
Sam mentally went through her check list on the way to O'Malley's Bar & Grill.
1. get groceries 2. make dinner 3. tidy house 4. change and shower before Brock gets home 5. call Cassie The list continued as she pulled up to the restaurant. "Hey guys, sorry to keep you waiting. Did you already order?"
"We have indeed communicated your regularly desired sustenance to our server, Major Carter."
"Oh, good, thanks Teal'c." Sam conveyed her appreciation while taking her place at the table.
"You are most welcome, Major Carter. Would it not pleasure you to indulge in a game of pool? Was not O'Neill recently informing us of his extraordinary propensity in matters relating to this game, DanielJackson?" Daniel signaled with his free hand that he was out of this one while slurping down the drink resting in his other hand.
"I'm up for it Teal'c, that is, if the Colonel thinks he can present some kind of a challenge for me this time."
"Oh, it's on now Carter."
CHAPTER 3
The evening progressed in this light-hearted fashion and liquor was consumed by all. Well, all except Daniel who was the designated driver. It was nine o'clock when Daniel pulled into the Bradshaw driveway. Sam was more than a little tipsy at this point. That night had been one of the best SG-1 had had in a long while, so it was not shocking when they lost track of time.
"Are you sure you'll be able to get in okay, Sam? I could walk you to the door at least."
"I'll be fine Daniel. I mean, Holy Hannah, I'm not five. Besides, I don't think the Colonel will last much longer. "
"Yeah, listen to the lady Space Monkey, she's not f-f-fi-oh hell she isn't a little girl. Hey! That's not funny!" The Colonel complained as the car's remaining occupants started laughing hysterically. He had also consumed his fair share that night and was quite heavily slurring his words. Jack O'Neill looked as if he might pass out at any moment, or break out in song, depending on which second you saw him. After farewells were said, and Daniel's car had pulled out of the driveway, Sam made a valiant effort to get her key into the lock before giving up entirely and slumping to the ground. Sam fleetingly registered a shiver passing over her body, but her inebriated mind would not present a reasonable explanation for this. This was how her husband found her twenty minutes later.
"Wake up, Sam. Are you trying to embarrass me in front of the neighbors?" Brock gave Sam a not-so-gentle nudge in her side as way of rousing. She slowly started to stir and come around.
"Ugh....what time is it?" Sam's still sleep fogged mind was having a hard time processing the information being thrown at her.
"It's ten-thirty, where have you been? I was so worried!"
After the third or fourth `nudge' Sam was starting to get the picture. "Brock! Oh my gosh! I completely lost track of time. Holy Hannah, ten-thirty? I'm so sorry!"
"You should be Samantha. You were supposed to be home hours ago. I had three different units out searching for you all over the city. I even called the General! I mean what if something had happened to you? Come inside and we are going to seriously talk about this."
"Brock, I'm sorry. I didn't think you would be home this early and I didn't think I'd be out this late. I was with the team. Wait, you called the General?" Brock made Sam some coffee to help her sober up as they continued speaking.
"That isn't the point, Sam.You mean to tell me that after everything I've done to try and find you, to try to make sure you weren't lying in a ditch somewhere, you were just out safe and sound getting drunk with your `team'?" They slowly made their way to the living room as they spoke.
"Brock, please don't start something right now. I'm really not in the mood." These fights were becoming more and more frequent in the Bradshaw's six month marriage.
"Oh, you don't want me to start something, huh? I've been sitting here, worried for over an hour, and all you can do is say you're `not in the mood to talk right now'? Well, too bad Sam. How was I supposed to know you were out with your little family and not kidnapped by some psycho?" Brock asked in his patronizing voice.
"My `little family'? Are you really so insecure in our relationship that you still think they're a threat? I mean really, it's you I married, you I've chosen to spend my life with, and you're just so insistent on pouting that you can't even see that?"
"It may have been me you married, but am I still the only one you share your bed with?"
"What exactly is that supposed to mean, Brock? Getting jealous are we now?" By this time both Sam and Brock had slowly gravitated to the center of the room and were inches from each other's faces.
"Can you really blame me when it's always `Colonel O'Neill this' and `Colonel O'Neill that'? For all I know you could really be spending all those hours of `work' in O'Neill's bed. And why weren't you answering your cell phone? Were you afraid someone would break up your and O'Neill's little fiasco? Why am I paying for this idiotic thing if it won't even work properly!?" With that last comment Brock launched her cell phone to the rigid wall by the kitchen.
"Oh that was a real smart move Brock. Now not only will I have a lack of sleep tonight, because of this headache you're giving me, I'll also have to buy a new phone!"
"So you wanna talk about intelligence now? Do you really want to go there? Does that idiot stimulate you at all?"
"You honestly believe that Colonel O'Neill and I are having an affair? Not only is it against regulations, but it's against our moral codes of honor even if I am in a crummy marriage." Sam was just goading him now.
"Crummy marriage? Did you ever stop to think it's so `crummy' because O'Neill can't keep it in his pants? Or is it you who initiated it Sammy? Tell me God dammit!"
"You want me to tell you? You really want me to tell you? Okay, well he's obviously more of a man than you'll ever be! He doesn't have some obsession with making me into the perfect little wife to fit into his perfect little life."
"That's funny, Sammy. That he could ever have a `perfect life'. Oh wait, didn't he have that once and he blew it? Or should I say that his son `blew it'? Blew his own brains out with the Colonel's gun, that is." The sound of the resounding slap cut into the tension filled atmosphere and gave way to a silence broken only by the couple's heavy breathing. Brock's hand flew to his reddening cheek while Sam's came to rest on her mouth in horror of what she had done.
"Brock I..." She was never given the chance to finish as the force of the punch knocked Sam to the ground. Next thing she knew she was being hurled into a nearby wall. That wall just happened to be in the kitchen. She hit her head on the edge of the kitchen table on her attempted trip back up. The last thing she saw was her husband flinging himself at her. Feet and fists connected with her body. ~
CHAPTER 4
Sam awoke to the sound of her alarm clock beeping. It read 6:15 a.m. The place beside her remained as cold and lonely as it had been the night before. That either meant Brock had not come home last night or he had slept somewhere else in the house. Sam was willing to bet on the former being true.
The next thing she became aware of was the aching she felt everywhere. She could barely move, barely breathe. When she finally summoned up the strength to get out of bed, looking in the mirror only confirmed her suspicions. Large purple marks adorned various parts of Sam's body. Last night had not been a twisted dream or hallucination. It had been real and there was no escaping the truth of the matter. Her husband-the man she was supposed to love with all her heart-had beaten Sam to unconsciousness.
She can't help but compare her present situation to that of her engagement to Jonas Hansen. It had only taken one hit for her to realize that she had to break it off. He needed more help than she could give. She realized it then, so why was it so hard for her to put things into perspective now?
Could it be that just a few months ago her biggest problem was saving the world again and making sure no one knew of the feelings Colonel O'Neill and she shared? Colonel O'Neill...oh how she had hurt him. She had met Brock a year after the incident with the Za'tarc testing. Sam never deliberately set out to cause him pain, but she felt that she'd waited long enough and she needed a `normal' life. Brock had given that to her.
Sam was caught speeding on her way to an emergency at the Mountain one day and Officer Bradshaw was the one to issue her a fine. He asked her out and she eagerly accepted. That was a year and a half ago now. They dated eight months before he proposed. After a couple days' deliberation and an interesting conversation with O'Neill, Sam accepted an offer from him once again.
Brock had been there for Sam when Daniel had ascended and then again when he descended. Sam would have never dreamed Brock could've hurt her like this. She was suddenly glad she had two weeks off to heal and figure this mess out.
Sam figured she had driven Brock to this, to what he had become last night. Sam was always working, always taking calls from the Mountain when not working. Sam knew she did not love Brock completely when she had married him and that she didn't make the best wife. She pushed him too far. She had pushed Jonas too far once, too. We all know how that turned out...She wondered, not for the first time, if she really was cursed when it came to men. Determined to make up for her actions; Sam relaxed in the tub and got ready for the day. The bruising was extensive and cuts could be found marring her skin. She did her best to cover the damage to her face. She managed to cover the rest of her body in a turtle neck and jeans. It wasn't fantastic, but it made her look at least halfway decent. She hopped in the car and stopped by Daniel's to get her coat. The rest of the day was spent running errands and preparing things for Brock when he got home from work.
Sam was not stupid, she knew she would have to receive treatment for her wounds and make sure there wasn't any serious harm done. She bravely walked into a women's clinic a town away forty minutes later. It was mostly just bruising, a few fractured bones. Nothing that wouldn't heal in the next few weeks. Sam was questioned endlessly about the cause of her damaged body, and at one point a social worker and police officer were called in to talk with her. Sam filled out all the forms given to her as Sam O'Neill. After all, you can never be too careful what people could get a hold of when they knew where to look. There were many enemies of the SGC, and Sam needed this to be one secret kept in the dark.
CHAPTER 5
"Honey! I'm home!" yelled Brock as he walked through the front door into a tantalizing aroma filled house.
"Perfect. The roast is just coming out of the oven. How was your day at work? Busy?" Sam asked as she kissed her husband lightly on the cheek. Since the morning she had added a pink apron given to her by Brock to her attire.
"Not too busy to pick these up for my beautiful wife," replied Bradshaw as he pulled roses from behind his back.
"Oh they're lovely, sweetheart. Let me just put them in some water and then I'll get dinner on the table."
"Wait. Samantha, look, about this morning....I just wanted to apolog...." Brock began after grabbing Sam's arm to halt her retreat to the kitchen.
"It's ok." Sam firmly interrupted him. Their eyes locked in an intense gaze and held for several seconds. Brock, finding no uncertainty or deception in her eyes, let go of Carter's arm.
"So, what did you say we were having for dinner again?" Brock asked with a sickeningly sweet smile.
"All your favorites. We have our roast, mashed potatoes, corn....." That night at the Bradshaw's was spent as if any other normal day. Sam cleared the dishes, while Brock locked up. Both changed and went to bed. No more was said on the previous night's affair.
Two weeks passed quickly. Monday Sam went back to work and there was no more than a trace left as evidence of Sam's beating. She wore a large smile as she strolled into the morning briefing.
"Well, it looks like someone had a nice vacation," commented O'Neill upon noticing Carter's smile.
"A very nice vacation," agreed Daniel. Sam just turned a lovely shade of pink and took her seat at the briefing table.
"Good morning people. I'm sure you all enjoyed your downtime, well those of you granted leave anyway, but now it's time to get back to work. Welcome back, now let's begin. Doctor Jackson?"
"Uh, yes sir. The planet has significant..."
Knock, knock. "Come in."
"General Hammond, Major Carter's husband is on the phone. He says it's an emergency, sir."
"Thank you, Airman. Major Carter?" Hammond gave her the go ahead to take the phone call in his office for privacy.
"Brock?" Sam questioned.
"Sammy! What's goin' on?" he slurred.
"I don't know, Brock. You called me, remember?" Sam asked, frustrated.
"Just wanted to call and see how my Sammy was doin' that's all."
"Brock, you can't just call me at work like this, and drunk no less!" Sam was beginning to get very agitated as her team members started to stare at her through the glass window connecting General Hammond's office with the briefing room. "Listen, Brock. I have work to do if you have nothing important to tell me."
"I am not drunk!" He protested, although it was quite obvious that this was not the case. "I want you to came home Sammy, I miss you."
"We'll talk about this later, Brock. Don't phone me here again."
"You can't tell me what to do! You're my wife!" As Brock was getting extremely angry, Sam hung up on him.
Sam walked back into the briefing room slightly embarrassed at having taken so long. The briefing was clearly coming to a close. "Everything all right, Major?" Jack asked after having seen her agitated face while talking on the phone.
"Just fine, sir." Sam replied evenly, trying to keep her angry emotions under control. To anyone else she might have seemed fine, but Jack knew her too well. He could see how upset she was and made a mental note to ask about it later.

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The Beautifully Clueless Part 2(ch. 5-17)

The Beautifully Clueless Part 2(ch. 5-17)

by Lynniebear27

Summary: Can Sam realize and fix her mistakes before it's too late?
Category: Action/Adventure, Angst, Drama, Hurt/Comfort, Romance
Season: any Season
Pairing: Jack/Sam, Sam/other
Rating: 13+
Warnings: adult themes, language, violence
Disclaimer: Stargate SG-1 and its characters are the property of Showtime/Viacom, MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, and Gekko Productions. This story was created for entertainment purposes only. No copyright infringement is intended. The original characters, situations, and story are the property of the author(s).
Archived on: 06/07/06

CHAPTER 5
"Honey! I'm home!" yelled Brock as he walked through the front door into a tantalizing aroma filled house.
"Perfect. The roast is just coming out of the oven. How was your day at work? Busy?" Sam asked as she kissed her husband lightly on the cheek. Since the morning she had added to her attire a pink apron she had received as a gift from Brock. The Major was going to be the perfect wife tonight, and when Sam Carter set her mind to something, she darn well did it to the best of her ability and went full out. Contrary to popular belief, Sam could cook, just chose not to, and proved it with the delicious dishes she whipped up that day.
"Not too busy to pick these up for my beautiful wife," replied Bradshaw as he pulled roses from behind his back.
"Oh they're lovely, sweetheart. Let me just put them in some water and then I'll get dinner on the table."
"Wait. Samantha, look, about this morning....I just wanted to apolog...." Brock began after gently grabbing Sam's arm to halt her retreat to the kitchen.
"It's ok." Sam firmly interrupted him. Their eyes locked in an intense gaze and held for several seconds. Brock, finding no uncertainty or deception in her eyes, let go of Carter's arm.
"So, what did you say we were having for dinner again?" Brock asked with a sickeningly sweet smile.
"All your favorites. We have our roast, mashed potatoes, corn....." That night at the Bradshaw's was spent as if any other normal day. Sam cleared the dishes, while Brock locked up. Both changed and went to bed. No more was said on the previous night's affair.
Two weeks passed quickly. Monday Sam went back to work and there was no more than a trace left as evidence of Sam's beating. She wore a large smile as she strolled into the morning briefing.
"Well, it looks like someone had a nice vacation," commented O'Neill upon noticing Carter's smile.
"A very nice vacation," agreed Daniel. Sam just turned a lovely shade of pink and took her seat at the briefing table.
"Good morning people. I'm sure you all enjoyed your downtime, well those of you granted leave anyway, but now it's time to get back to work. Welcome back, now let's begin. Doctor Jackson?"
"Uh, yes sir. The planet has significant..."
Knock, knock. "Come in."
"General Hammond, Major Carter's husband is on the phone. He says it's an emergency, sir."
"Thank you, Airman. Major Carter?" Hammond gave her the go ahead to take the phone call in his office for privacy.
"Brock?" Sam questioned.
"Sammy! What's goin' on?" he slurred.
"I don't know, Brock. You called me, remember?" Sam asked, her frustration mounting.
"Just wanted to call and see how my Sammy was doin' that's all."
"Brock, you can't just call me at work like this, and drunk no less!" Sam was beginning to get very agitated as her team members started to stare at her through the glass window connecting General Hammond's office with the briefing room. "Listen, Brock. I have work to do if you have nothing important to tell me."
"I am not drunk!" He protested, although it was quite obvious that this was not the case. "You used to think everything I said was important. I want you to come home, Sammy."
"Brock, I have to work. Isn't that what you're supposed to be doing right now anyway?"
"The boys and I broke a major case today. The Captain let us go home early. If you would just come home we could celebrate," Brock said suggestively, "Besides, how much work could you be doing? It's deep space radar telemetry or whatever, unless of course, there's someone else you're attending to?" He had issued a challenge through this statement. His thoughts, she discovered, were still on this preposterous affair the Colonel and she were allegedly having. She was so tired of him belittling her career.
Sam sighed heavily, "I can't do this right now. We'll talk later, Brock. Don't phone me here again."
"You can't tell me what to do! You're my wife!" As Brock was getting extremely angry, Sam hung up on him.
Sam walked back into the briefing room slightly embarrassed at having taken so long. The briefing was clearly coming to a close. "Everything all right, Major?" Jack asked after having seen her agitated face while talking on the phone.
"Just fine, sir." Sam replied evenly, trying to keep her angry emotions under control. To anyone else she might have seemed fine, but Jack knew her too well. He could see how upset she was and made a mental note to ask about it later.
CHAPTER 6
Sam walked in the door of her modern house to find various cans and bottles of alcohol littering her wooden floor into the carpeting of the family room.
"Brock?" Sam called, making her way through the mess. She found him lying on the couch, apparently having passed out. Another memory flashed though Sam's head.
~"You really didn't have to do anything special tonight, Brock. I would have been perfectly happy with a quiet dinner at home."
"Well, I couldn't just let our three month anniversary pass by without doing something. I'm only sorry that all I could manage was going out to dinner. Well, actually, I did manage to do something else." He smiled devilishly.
"Really? And just what would that be?" Sam flirted with an uncharacteristically playful smile. She then gasped as he presented her with an open velvet box containing the most beautiful piece of jewelry she had ever seen. "Holy Hannah! Brock, I couldn't! You've done so much already."
"Of course you can. Here, let me." He moved around to the back of her chair and fastened the necklace in place. Then, he sat back down in his chair and ordered their dinner.
After an hour of conversation, Sam was becoming aware of the amount of wine Brock had consumed. While he wasn't drunk, he wasn't completely sober either. Sam decided to speak up as he was getting ready to order another bottle.
"Uh, Brock I don't think that's a very good idea. Maybe we should just stick with water the rest of the night."
"Now where's the fun in that, Sammy?" Brock said as he told the waiter what he wanted. As soon as the man left Brock turned to Sam and grabbed her wrist as she was going to pick up her glass.
"That wasn't a very nice thing to do in front of the waiter, Samantha." He ground out through slightly clenched teeth.
"Brock let go. I think it's time to go home and put you to bed." She reasoned with him.
"I'm sorry, Sam, I just wanted this night to be special for you." He explained as the look changed on his face from irritated to puppy dog eyes. ~
Sam had foolishly forgiven him that night; however, the rose petal-covered bed had gone to waste as Sam had let Brock's inebriated state wear off on the couch. There had been warning signs Sam realized. Whether she felt too guilty to notice them or chose to ignore them she didn't know.
CHAPTER 7
"Brock! Wake up!" She gently shook him until he roused.
"Wha?" He asked, still half in la-la land.
"We need to talk."
"Ok. What is it?" Brock inquired, now fully awake and sitting up. Sam lowered herself to sit on the coffee table across from the couch.
"I think you need to go to a rehabilitation center. Your drinking has just gotten entirely out of hand," She put a hand up to silence him as he started to protest, "I'm tired, Brock. I can't do this anymore," Her hands rubbed her face, showing how physically and emotionally exhausted she was, "Please, at least consider it. If we're gunna save this marriage, some changes need to be made. Join AA, just do something."
"Save our marriage? Changes? Sam, I thought we were happy." Bradshaw said, genuinely confused.
"We haven't been happy in a long time, Brock. We both just wanted to ignore it."
"I don't see the problem here, Sammy. So maybe I like a beer now and then. And you may work too hard with that colonel of yours. It's not like all these cans are mine. The guys were over. We're cops, Sam, we needed to relax. What's the big deal?"
"The big deal is that you're an alcoholic and can't accept my relationship with my team. I know I have my imperfections, too. I mean, Holy Hannah, you beat my up! You accused me of sleeping with my boss! I just don't know if we love each other enough anymore. I don't know if we ever loved each other enough." Samantha admitted sadly. For the first time since that night Sam was thankful for hitting her head on the kitchen table, for not having to remember her husband's rage filled actions. Maybe it would make this easier, whether they remained married or not. Maybe it would make it simpler for her to remember only the good.
"Sammy, you forgave me for all those things. Why bring them up now? You know I love you. I wasn't myself that night. You haveta believe me, I would never hurt you." He coaxed.
Sam just looked at him sorrowfully and shook her head. "I don't think so, Brock. Not this time. It wasn't just that night; this has been going on far longer than that. I think we need some space. I'm gunna go stay with Janet for a little while." Sam started heading upstairs when Brock's face filled with fury. He lunged at her unexpectedly.
"You can't do this! You can't leave me all alone! You're mine and I'll be damned if I ever let that bastard have you!" The enraged man yelled.
Sam had been unprepared for the attack and fell to the floor. Brock landed on top of her and quickly pinned her down. He reached the command level of a colonel in the marines before he retired to civilian life and became a police man. For every move she knew, he knew one to counter-act it.
She could do nothing but struggle. Every move she could recall, she had used, and he had beaten it. Brock pinned her arms above her head with his hands holding her wrists. His knees held her legs in place. While he wasn't heavy, his muscle mass was vast and the weight was a lot to put on Sam.
"Tell me, Sam! Tell me you'll stay!" She shook her head in response, and spit at him. "I don't wanna haveta hurt you! Just tell me you'll stay and this can be over!" He was desperately urging her to make it all right, to tell him he wasn't a failure.
"I can't," Sam whispered as a single tear made its way down her cheek. The wet drop was not for fear, was not for pain; but for her lost chances and mistakes. It was for Jack (she was now beyond calling him Colonel in her mind), it was for choosing to marry the wrong man, it was for having such a sense of guilt and responsibility that she didn't leave the first time, for the future she could have and now could never have, and it was for many other reasons she couldn't explain at this moment.
"You bitch! I made a home for you! I gave you whatever you wanted! All I asked in return was to be there for me, care for me, obey me!" Brock now held her arms with one hand while the other moved to her face. He smacked her in rage, hard. He only got in a couple more shots before Sam regained her strength and sense of self-worth. While he was distracted, she kicked up her leg to help push him off of her and freed her hands. He didn't think she would actually continue to fight back.
Sam quickly got to her feet. Brock did the same. They adopted boxing stances and `danced' around each other. Brock swung at her head and Sam ducked. Then, she quickly kicked him out from under his feet. Bradshaw landed on the floor hard, hitting his head, but not unconscious.
"You're price was just a little too high, Brock," With that parting comment about losing herself in trying to please him, she walked out.
CHAPTER 8
Sam made her way to Brock's car (hers being in the shop) unhindered by the man himself. He was still lying on the living room floor shocked. She got in and drove. The only problem was she didn't know where she was going.
It was only five o'clock and Janet would be working until who knew how long, because Cassie was spending a couple weeks with Janet's parents. She'd be putting in as much overtime as possible. Daniel always worked late, so he wasn't an option, especially since she wasn't sure if he even lived in his apartment.
Teal'c resided on base, and she really didn't feel like dealing with going there. She must look awful, and she didn't need questions right now. Her brother, her only family, was in California. Obviously she couldn't go there; she did have to go to work tomorrow after all. The Colonel was off-world with SG-12 for the night, and she didn't have that many friends outside of work, and those she did, she didn't want to bother with her problems. Where did that leave her? With nowhere to go, that's where.
Sam suddenly remembered that she did have a key to O'Neill, Daniel, and Janet's. While Janet was the best choice, she could be home at any time and Sam didn't want to answer any inquiries she may have. Sam needed a good, long shower, a change of clothes, and possibly an ice pack. She could already feel the bruises on her face and elsewhere forming. It was questionable how habitable Daniel's place was with how little time he spent there.
That only left the Colonel's house. She knew she could get food, a shower, and clothes there. She didn't know if he would mind that she was there. Well, he was supposed to be with SG-12 until late tonight. Sam could be in and out before he realized she had been to his place at all.
Sam didn't know where she would go afterwards, but she could figure that out later. Carter let herself in the house, and put her keys on the entryway table. She proceeded into the kitchen and made herself a sandwich. When she was done, she went into the bathroom and started the shower. Sam undressed and caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. She was pale. She looked worn-out. Bruising covered parts of her body from where Brock had held her down and from where he'd landed his blows. She had a cut on her eyebrow that she didn't even remember happening.
With one final sigh, Sam climbed into the steaming shower and felt her tense body relax.
CHAPTER 9
Jack was pooped. The mission with SG-12 had been a bust. The natives hadn't been very friendly. Three members of the SGC's exhibition had been injured, one critically so. Jack had been lucky, came back with not a scratch on him. The man seriously injured had a wife and three kids. Jack wished it would have been him wounded, and not Lt. Marcus.
He did his post-mission physical and headed straight for the showers. All he could think of was getting out of the complex and back to his own house where he could sulk. The military personnel knew Jack enough by now to know when not to mess with him. This was one of those times. Unfortunately for Jack, Daniel had never been in the military.
Daniel stopped O'Neill on his way out of the complex. "Jack, wait!" He hurried to catch up with him. "What do you want, Daniel?" The colonel irritably asked, but continued walking.
"I heard about the mission," He said quietly.
"And?"
"Jack, it wasn't your fault. There was nothing you could have done. You know that, right?" Jack ignored the question and signed out at the desk.
"At least don't be alone right now. Let me finish up here and take you home."
"Not a chance Danny-boy," He stated as he put on his sunglasses and walked out of the mountain.
"Jack! Jack!" Daniel called out to no avail as the colonel retreated.
"Was that not O'Neill departing, DanielJackson?" Teal'c asked, having witnessed the end of the little scene.
"Yeah, I'm worried about him, Teal'c. He's not taking Lt. Marcus's injuries very well,"
"Is that not always O'Neill's way? He is a fine commander and cares for his men."
"I guess you're right Teal'c, but I think I'll still go over to his house later to check on him. Care to join me?"
"I would indeed," With that the two went back to business until later that night.
CHAPTER 10
The first thing Jack saw when he pulled into his driveway was an unfamiliar car. He wasn't expecting anyone, so this was very strange. His first thought was NID, but this wasn't their style. Theirs was more black van parked down the street-listening devices type style.
He parked his truck and jumped out. The front door wasn't locked, so he pulled out his gun and entered. He prepared himself for anything. He noted the keys set on the table in confusion. The place looked like it had when he left, save the running water. Running water! How could he have missed that? This was getting stranger by the second, and Jack was willing to bet the Asguard or some other alien race had something to do with this.
He carefully made his way to the bathroom door that connected to his bedroom. Who would break into his home to take a shower? O'Neill figured he would find out soon enough. With that thought, he busted into the bathroom and pointed his gun at the lone figure occupying his shower. "Surrender yourself. I have a gun and am prepared to use it," the colonel warned.
Sam jumped in surprise at hearing the colonel's voice. Carter panicked. She didn't know what to do, what to say in this type of situation. They didn't exactly teach what actions to take when your superior officer catches you in his shower at the air force academy.
Upon getting no response from the criminal, and not being able to see much from all the steam, Jack threw open the shower door in order to see if the person was unable to speak due to injury or other circumstances.
What he saw; however, was very different from what he expected. Although his vision was still limited by the fog, he could very clearly make out the soapy figure of his subordinate, Major Samantha Carter. Jack was fascinated by her long legs and full figure. His mouth hung open while his eyes traveled up and down what he could see of her body, repeatedly. Once he realized what he was doing, he quickly stopped ogling her.
"Uh, Carter, sorry I didn't know you were in there," O'Neill quickly turned away from the blushing woman.
"It's my fault, sir. I'll just finish up and get out of your way," She told him while closing the shower door again and resumed washing her hair.
"Take your time, Major. We can talk about this when you get out. In fact, why don't you stay for dinner? I'm hungry as hell."
"You don't need to do that, sir."
"Oh nonsense. How does pizza sound?"
"Great, sir."
"It's settled then. I'll go order it and leave you alone," Jack strolled downstairs knowing that there would be a lot of questions needing answers in the conversation that was to follow.
CHAPTER 11
When Sam finally made herself come out from the blissful- but interrupted- shower, she wrapped herself in towels. Then, she went to put on her clothes only to realize that she had left her dirty clothes in Jack's room, and that she'd forgotten to grab some of his before she'd gotten in the shower.
Sam weighed her options. She could risk being caught in a towel and go get the clothing herself, or she could ask the Colonel to get them for her. Neither choice particularly appealed to her. If he did happen to see her in her towel, it wouldn't be that bad. They were on the same team, it wasn't as if he hadn't seen her in less, but her bruises were now clear and she couldn't chance him getting a look at them. However embarrassing this situation may be, Sam did have to get dressed at some point.
"Uh, Colonel? Could you come up here please?" Sam shouted down to Jack from the bathroom.
"Whatda need, Carter?" Jack asked as he climbed the stairs.
"Well, see I was in a hurry and I seem to have forgotten to get a change of clothes. Could you maybe lend me something, sir?"
Jack resisted the urge to laugh at her. "Sure thing. I don't have anything girly, but will some sweat pants and a T-shirt work?" He inquired, already searching through his dresser drawers.
"That would be great, sir." Sam suddenly remembered the bruises on her face. "Uh, sir? I left my purse in the car. Could you grab it for me? The keys are on the entryway table."
"Yah-sure-you-betcha. Here." He said handing her the garments through the cracked door.
Sam got dressed and Jack returned with her purse. She was very glad she carried at least some cosmetics with her. By the time she was done, there was little trace of the damage done to her face and arms. Sam was not inexperienced with covering things up.
She ambled down the stairway. The pizza had already arrived and it smelled delicious to the starving major. "There she is. I was beginning to think you were asleep up there or something." Jack teased.
"Not the least bit tired, but very hungry."
"Well, then it's a very good thing that the genius over here thought to get you some food. Dig in." Sam didn't need any more of an invitation. She grabbed three slices and two breadsticks.
"Is there any cheese, sir?" She asked through a mouthful of the Italian food.
This time Jack did chuckle at her. The picture of his second in command standing there chowing down as if she had never been taught manners of any sort was childlike- and very amusing to Jack.
"Now how could I get breadsticks without cheese? The blasphemy!" Jack pretended to look horrified and handed her the container of cheese. He then took some of the enticing mouth watering treat himself.
They made idle chit chat during dinner, keeping the tone of things light-hearted. When dinner was finished, and everything was cleaned up (Sam insisted on doing dishes while Jack put the pizza away) Sam no longer had any excuse not to talk to him. He lit the fireplace in the living room and they both took seats on the couch.
"So..." He began.
"So..." She mimicked.
"Wanna tell me why I come into my house only to find my second in command using my shower?" He got straight to the point. Sam hesitated.
CHAPTER 12
Thinking on her feet, Sam came up with something to tell him that wasn't completely a lie. "Well, sir-"
"Uh uh Sam, I think we can use first names here. It's nine o'clock at night and you're wearing my clothes."
Sam blushed as she remembered her attire. "Ok, Jack," She tried the name out. "Brock and I had a fight. I couldn't really just go upstairs and take a shower after all that arguing. It would take away from the affect and my point." Sam joked.
Jack didn't not believe her, but he didn't quite believe her either. "I knew you were going to be on a mission with SG-12 and didn't think you'd mind. I'm sorry if I over stepped my bounds, sir. It won't happen again." She could see him twitch slightly at the mention of his mission.
"Sam, it's fine. I was just surprised. It's not everyday I come home to a strange woman in my shower." This made her smile. "We're friends. I gave you and the rest of SG-1 keys for a reason. Use them anytime you want." Jack was still having a feeling about her explanation being off, but was willing to leave it at that for now.
"Thank you, sir."
"Hey, Sam?"
"Yes, sir?"
"Maybe since we're friends and all, we could start using our first names off-duty? We have worked together what, six years?"
"Something like that. I think that's a great idea, Jack." She smiled at him and he quickly returned the sentiment.
"So do you still wanna go for some affect? It would really be affective if you stayed here tonight. Make him worry out of his mind." O'Neill kidded.
"Well, that certainly would have an affect, that's for sure."
"It's getting' a little late anyway, and I really wouldn't want my second in command getting' in a crash, because she's so tired and I didn't insist she stay here. Look bad on my record."
"I've been so much trouble already..."
"Trouble? What trouble? If anything you've given me some company. I'll go make up the guest bedroom." Jack went to prepare the room.
"All done. Your chambers await you, my lady." "Thank you so much for doing this, Jack." She expressed her gratitude as he showed her where she would be sleeping.
"It's no problem. I don't know how much you'll be thanking me in the morning, though. I've never slept in here before, so I couldn't tell ya how the mattress is." He plopped on the bed and laid down. Sam took up the other side of the bed when she joined him.
"I dunno, this seems pretty comfortable to me."
"And here all these years I was thinking that I was giving my guests the bad mattress, when really I was suffering." He complained. "I am so switching this one with mine."
"Can I ask you something, Jack?"
"Shoot."
CHAPTER 13
"The mission with SG-12, it didn't go well did it?" There it was-that flinch again. "Jack?" She asked when he didn't answer her.
"I said you could ask a question. I never said anything about answering it." He said, only half kidding. His mood had abruptly turned sour and Sam knew she'd struck a nerve. She gave him a disapproving look.
"I don't wanna talk about it right now." was his stiff reply. "People were hurt."
"People under your command?" She asked knowingly.
"What part of `I don't wanna talk about' it do you not get?" He turned away from her in the bed.
"You can't blame yourself for everything that happens, ya know." Sam gently took his shoulder to turn him back to facing her. Blue eyes locked onto brown. She saw pain in his eyes, so much pain and hurt.
"I don't." His lame attempt at a rebuttal. Carter gave him another look.
"OK, maybe sometimes I do, but today it was my fault." He admitted.
"What happened?" Sam asked tenderly.
"We were under fire. SG-12's leader was wounded and I was next ranking officer. I ordered Major Grey to get Colonel Huston to the gate. Captain Greer covered them. They made it safely to the Gate thankfully. That only left Lt. Marcus and me. I told him to make a go for the Stargate. I said I would cover him. He saw one of the natives about to shoot me. Lt. Marcus shot him first. The rest of the aliens wanted to take revenge. The alien he'd shot was apparently their leader. They stopped aiming at me and only went for him. There were just too many of them. I pulled the Lieutenant up and got him through. He's just a kid. He has a family. It isn't right."
"Nothing like that is ever right. Lt. Marcus knew what he was getting into when he joined the program. This wasn't your fault. He was just doing his job and you were doing yours. He'll be ok. He isn't dead yet." She reminded him.
"Yeah, yet. What if the next time I screw up and get you killed? Or Teal'c or Daniel?"
"You won't."
"How can you be so sure?" They were now inches from each other. Jack rested his elbow on the bed, his hand supporting his head turned toward Sam. She was on her side looking up at him.
"I have...faith...in...you..." Carter barely got out as his head descended onto her own. Lips, centimeters apart, both were breathing huskily. Neither was logically thinking. He was ready to feel her full red lips on his own-
"Ding dong" rang the doorbell.
CHAPTER 14
The intense moment was broken.
Banging could be heard on the door. "Jack, open up. We know you're awake. The lights are on." Daniel shouted; his perfect timing working as always.
"Carter-"
"Jack!" Daniel yelled again. Sam shot him a look that seemed to say `we'll talk later'.
"You better go let him in or he'll wake the neighbors." Sam warned. Jack begrudgingly complied and made his way to the front door.
"What do you want, Daniel?"
"Well, it's nice to see you too, Jack." Daniel sarcastically replied.
Although Jack had only opened the door a crack, Daniel pushed it the rest of the way open and came in. Teal'c followed, bearing a Star Wars movie and what appeared to be a lot of junk food.
"Greetings, O'Neill. I must apologize for the interruption. DanielJackson and I have brought you what I believe is referred to as `comfort food'."
"Thanks, but no thanks guys. I'm just fine; I don't need any `comfort food'." Jack claimed.
Sam had been quietly listening to the exchange and was just going to grab the remainder of her things from Jack's room when...
"Sam!"
"Major Carter."
...busted.
"Hey guys." Sam went down the stairs to welcome them with a tight smile.
"What are you doing here?" The archeologist suspiciously asked, but not unkindly
"Oh, I was just in the neighborhood...What are you and Teal'c doing here?" She quickly drew the attention away from her and onto them.
"DanielJackson and I came to monitor progress on O'Neill's health."
`Yes, and as you can see, I'm just peachy, so see ya tomorrow."
"Your tone and appearance suggest otherwise, O'Neill." It was true, he did look like crap. His attitude was even worse.
"Well, I have been a little lax in getting my beauty sleep, but I didn't think I looked that bad buddy." Jack quipped. No one laughed, although Carter did smirk.
"We brought Teal'c's favorite, Star Wars. Why don't we all watch it and then Teal'c and I will leave?"
"You promise not to bother me again?" Jack asked suspiciously. At Daniel's nod, "Ok, you put in the tape and I'll get the drinks."
By the end of the movie, Jack and Sam were both curled up on the couch and Daniel had fallen asleep on the floor. Teal'c, who did not know how anyone could slumber through such an adventurous picture, was still wide awake. He quickly got Jackson to his feet who was still groggy. They were both glad Daniel had taught Teal'c to drive.
Not wanting to wake up the rest of their party; both quietly went out the front door and back to the base. Sam and Jack had (quite annoyingly to Teal'c) been having a popcorn fight throughout most of the film, and had eventually given up. Sam had been cold and shared a blanket with the Colonel, both in an upright position. Somehow, Sam had moved in her sleep and her head had gyrated onto the Colonel's chest along with her hand. Jack's arms had somehow found their way around the Major, holding and protecting her. Content smiles were placed on their faces.
CHAPTER 15
Jack squinted at the sunlight shining in from the window. He blearily took in his surroundings. His neck was beyond sore and he held something in his arms. Looking downward, he discovered two of the bluest eyes he'd ever seen looking up at him. The next thing he became aware of was the glistening blonde hair attached to the head the pretty blue eyes rested on. Jack almost gave a yelp as he realized who the eyes and hair belonged to.
"Morning." The one with the beautiful eyes said to him.
"Good morning, Sam." He returned. "How long have you been up?"
"Only a few minutes, I didn't want to wake you." Sam was very aware of the fact that this was only one of the reasons she hadn't stirred him. The main reason being that she liked to be held, to be held by him. It had been so long it seemed since anyone had just held her. Brock wasn't the cuddling type, and there wasn't anybody else to hold her. A wave of guilt and sorrow washed over Sam as she recalled the events that had brought her here. She didn't know what Brock was doing now, probably lighting all her belongings on fire or something.
"What time is it?"
"About seven o'clock." She said looking at the clock.
"What time do we have to be at the Mountain?"
"Eight."
"Fantastic." Jack stated, showing just how much enthusiasm he had for work at the moment. "I'll start breakfast. Why don't you go get washed up or whatever you need to do?"
"Uh, Jack? I don't have any other clothes here."
"You have extra uniforms at the base don't you?" Jack asked like it was a no-brainer.
"Yes, but I don't think it would go over well if I walked in wearing a Minnesota T-shirt and sweat pants."
"Oh, good point. They won't fit you very well, but I have some extra BDU's that will do until you can change at the Mountain. Second drawer on the right." Sam went to his bedroom to retrieve the articles of clothing. "Thanks." She called down to him.
O'Neill pulled out the bacon and eggs and began on breakfast. By the time Sam was finished, Jack already had the food on the table.
"Holy Hannah! When you said breakfast, I thought you meant cereal and coffee...nothing like this!" Sam exclaimed amazed.
"Are you complaining?" Jack teased from his seat at the kitchen table looking up from his paper.
"No." She cheekily smiled at him and sat down. She dug in with an astounding appetite she found curious because she had pigged out last night on all the junk food Teal'c had brought over.
When they were done eating, Jack took his turn in getting ready for work. Sam grabbed what little possessions she had with her.
"So, do we ride separate or...?" O'Neill inquired as they left the house.
"If I rode with you, my car would be here." Jack glanced at his watch.
"We're running a little behind. It takes longer to get to the base from my house than yours. It would take more time for me to pull out and then you. My car's blocking yours. Hop in." Jack was already opening the passenger door for her.
"My car..." Sam started to protest, although she complied and got in the truck.
"I'll drive you back after work and you can get it then." They were off to the Cheyenne Mountain Complex.
CHAPTER 16
"SG-1, you have a go." Hammond could be heard as the blue event horizon sprung to life with its usual `woosh'. The four of them were on a mission to gather Intel on Ba'al. The planet they were currently traveling to was believed to be Ba'al's newest acquisition. The Tok'ra had an informant working to infiltrate Ba'al's palace. Before the transmission was cut off, the informant could tell them very little of what the Goa'uld was up to.
The Tok'ra had no way of knowing what had happened to their fellow Tok'ra and all he'd been able to send was a set of coordinates. They believed the coordinates to be the planet Ba'al would gather his resources on for his planned return to power. Because the Tok'ra themselves could not go on the mission, they asked their Earth allies for a little help. This is why SG-1 were headed to a world they knew virtually nothing about (the UAV wouldn't transmit anything, because of the odd long distance between it and Earth).
"Alright, let's head out campers." SG-1 went through the Stargate naively thinking that all four of them would return the same way.
Jack was the first one to arrive on the planet quickly followed by Sam. What they saw was far from what they expected. Although there were many trees (much to Jack's dismay), and some kind of alien civilization, that wasn't what drew SG-1's attention. It was the colossal Goa'uld Mothership that loomed above the world.
"Oh for cryin' out loud..."muttered Jack. "O'Neill, I believe that is Ba'al's ship. It carries his symbol." Teal'c said upon noticing the ship's markings.
"What now?" Daniel asked.
"We gather Intel." Jack told them.
"But surely we're not expected-" Daniel started to object.
"We gotta move before we got a whole band of Jaffa on our tails-" Jack was cut off as a group of Jaffa unexpectedly came from seemingly nowhere, weapons all trained in SG-1's direction.
"Too late..." Daniel said under his breath.
"Release your weapons." Ordered the Jaffa who was clearly recognized from the tattoo on his forehead as Ba'al's First Prime. At Jack's nod all put down their artillery, seeing they had no other choice. The Jaffa seized them and took them through what looked like a village. The building the team was lead to looked more primitive from the outside; however, when they went inside they realized this was not the case at all. Various pieces of technology were stored in the facility. Jack couldn't help but think how badly Sam probably wanted to get her hands on these doo-hickeys. All four were roughly shoved onto the ring transporter.
The next thing they knew they were on the Mothership. "Looks like were not in Kansas anymore, Toto." The Colonel quipped.
Another hoard of Jaffa arrived to presumably take them to a holding cell.SG-1 exchanges a few brief looks, having silent conversations and coming to an agreement. The Jaffa hadn't been very thorough, and each still carried a zat hidden in their jackets. On Jack's silent count, each busted out their own zat. There were roughly five Jaffa, not nearly enough to present a challenge. The team soon had four of Ba'al's servants on the floor. Unfortunately, one had run when he realized they carried weapons.
Sam made her way to the transport console. Alarms rang out, signaling that the rogue Jaffa had alerted others on SG-1's status. More Jaffa came just as Sam had the transporter set. Daniel and Teal'c were on the ring device and Sam was getting there.
They continued firing, but the number of enemies to fight had significantly increased. More than twenty Jaffa were now attacking them. Jack was strangely nowhere in sight. He had moved to a better position to cover Sam as she worked, and was no longer visible. Daniel was hit in the leg. Teal'c took one to his abdomen. Still no Jack. Sam had gotten to the rings now. Relief flooded her as she saw Jack making a run for his only escape. Most of the Jaffa were defeated, but more still arrived.
Sam watched in despair as a staff blast hit the transport console. There was no way it would work now. The team was driven to another part of the room. Jack covered everyone's six while Sam led her two injured team mates to another room. They senselessly ran. Sam was thinking only half strategically. Jack had been on the ship before, and Sam was familiar with Mothership schematics. They finally got lucky and found a room containing another Stargate.
Sam closed the doors to the area, but knew they wouldn't hold out long. She dialed Earth's coordinates and put in the GDO code. She ushered Daniel to the Gate, letting him lean on her for support. Just as all members were heading to the Gate, the doors were shot down by the Jaffa. Seeing there intent to escape through the Stargate, the Jaffa fought even harder to capture them. The team got to the top of the ramp when one Jaffa took aim on Sam and fired.
The shimmering blue vanished, leaving SG-1 stumbling down the ramp in the Gate room. One member short.
CHAPTER 17
Medics were swift to rush to SG-1's aid. Daniel's leg was bleeding heavily and Teal'c wasn't fairing any better. General Hammond soon realized that one member of the team was missing.
"Where's Colonel O'Neill?" The Texan asked in puzzlement.
"He was right behind us, sir. Oh God, he didn't...?" Sam couldn't finish.
"No..." The General alleviated her fears about him crashing against the closed iris after looking up to confirm with a Gate technician.
"He must not have come through. General, permission to take SG-3 back to the planet with me?" Sam requested.
"I'm sorry, Major. It's too risky until we debrief." The man told her with sadness in his eyes. Jack meant just as much to him as if he were the Texan's own son. Sam, being the only member of SG-1 not seriously injured, was given permission to get a shower and report to the infirmary. They would debrief in an hour.
"And then we went through the Gate. It was only when we arrived here, sir that we discovered Colonel O'Neill wasn't with us." Sam finished relaying the tragic adventure to Hammond.
"I'm sorry, Major. We just don't have the resources right now to infiltrate a Goa'uld Mothership. I'll have someone contact our allies and see if they can be of use." The General promised. He then continued in a more gentle voice, "I know how much the Colonel means to you and the team. None of us want to see him hurt or worse. There just isn't anything to be done right now."
"With all due respect, sir," Sam started with watery eyes, "if this were anyone else, Colonel O'Neill would be the first one to get out there and rescue them. No one gets left behind. By the time our allies answer us, the Mothership could be in a whole other part of the galaxy, and that's even if they answer us." Her superior just stared at her with apologetic, sympathetic eyes.
"Ugh..." Jack awoke to a killer head ache. He took in his surroundings. The space was dark, chilly, and confined. The last thing he remembered was being on a mission. They were going home through the Gate...Jaffa were on their tail...one fired at Sam...Sam! He remembered now. Jack had seen the alien aiming, and with his fast reflexes, had dodged in front of the Major. It had hit him in the chest that let loose a searing pain that rippled through his body. He should be dead by now.
Oh no. Jack suddenly became aware of the fact that he was lying on his back. He reached up and sure enough, there it was. The lid to a sarcophagus. The damn snake had put him in a sarcophagus. The lid slowly began to split apart. Bright light hurt O'Neill's eyes.
"Aw, Colonel O'Neill, how nice of you to once again join me." Smiled the evil dictator. `Well, this was going to be fun' Jack thought.

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