Chap One:
Jack sat at his desk, his head rested in his hands 'Paperwork. How i hate paperwork.' he thought. He peered at his watch and scowled it read 1:30am. There was a hocky game on tonite he wanted to watch.
Ring ring. Ring ring.
Jack groped around in the semi darkness for the phone. He found i under a stack of papers that went flying.
"O'Neill." he spoke into the phone.
"Hey Jack, its Daniel"
"Danny," he replied, then hearing a note of urgency in his voice added, "Whats up"
"Its Sam." Upon hearing Carters name he sat bolt upright and became alert.
Daniel continued:
"She's in Hospital."
"Where?" Jack asked.
"The Military Hospital"
"Im coming." Jack quickly said before cutting the connection by slamming the phone down on its cradle. He got up grabbed his coat from and chair and ran to the Presidents office.
Storming through the halls of the White House thoughts and images were running through his head. Sam lying dead on a gurney. Sam being tortured by a hand device. Sam being hit with a torture stick. Sam, Sam, Sam...
Seeing the Presidents door up ahead he barged in, much to the annoyance of the Presidents secutary.
"He's in a meeting!" Jack rolled his eyes and thought; 'He's always in a meeting'
He strode forward and pushed the door open, to reveal the President in a meeting with a small men sitting on the sofa. He was clearly nervous and was meeting the President for the first time.
"Jack! Always a pleasure to see you! But as you can see see i am in the middle of a meeting"
"Won't take long sir. " Jack replied, then he took a deep breath, "Carters in hospital." The President looked up from the papers he was shuffling through, seeing his friends face and the worry etched on it.
"Go Jack, make sure she's all right"
Jack said a hurried goodbye and left.
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Jack strode purposefully into the Hospital foyer and approched the information desk.
"Hello, how can i help you?" the chirpy receptionist asked.
"Yea, hi, I'm looking for a Colonel Samantha Carter." he asked.
"Jack," Daniel called him over, "Follow me"
"Hows Carter?" Jack asked once he'd caught up with Danny.
Jack glanced at Daniel; his face was pale, his hair messed up and his glasses were lopsided, he was obviously exhausted, in his right hand he clutched a cup of coffee as if it were his lifeline.
'Something was definately up,' Jack thought.
Then they entered Sams room.
His step faltured.
He'd never seen her so fragile.
Hooked up to so many machines breathing life into her.
For her.
Daniel turned to him.
"Jack, she's in a coma."
His world turned black around him.
A/N Well what do ya think? Please review!