Taking chances had worked for them for many years, and for many years the chances they took led them on a path that would be followed until this day, the day she lost Jack, after one chance to many. A chance she wanted to reverse, to fix, but she knew that would never happen.
After years of putting each others lives in each others hands, it came crashing down in a single moment, as he fell to the ground, staring into his eyes as the life they shared slowly faded away into the darkness that consumed his mind, and would soon engulf her own. Unable to let go of his hand, the last piece she had left of him rested on her finger, her final living memory of him remained with her.
How would she go on with the one thing that made her world complete in the first place, the one thing that drove her to do what she did, to believe what she believed. The centre of her universe was collapsing and it was all because of him, the love he left behind and the void that couldn't be filled.
Holding the photo in the palm of her hands, the happiest day of her life, as she could still feel his lips on her head and the hold he had on her that one day that would be remembered forever.
Could tragedy be turned into beauty? Or was it filled with pain and regret?
The questions she didn't have answers to and wouldn't for some time.
What Sam wouldn't do to feel his warmth beside her, to feel she wasn't alone, in the cold world they lived in, nothing would compare to the love he gave her, the security he provided and the emptiness he had filled within her.
"I take my life into my own hands everyday and look what it ha bought me, I've lost my soul mate, my husband, and the only man that made me complete, after only just getting him back why were you taken from me? Why did you have to go?" Sam asked as she stared up at the stars that twinkled high in the sky, the beauty it bought and the terror that followed.
Remembering back to that day Jack how many stars they had visited that were visible from earth, she had missed his little questions he asked even though he knew the answers to them, knowing he liked it when she explained it. Smiling at the little things that made him Jack, waiting for the 'oh for crying out loud' when she talked her techno babble.
Why did the good people that deserved to live have to be taken so early, when they had only started to scratch the surface in making a difference, leaving behind the loved ones unable to take them with them, to kill the pain before it started.
After months of walking the SGC the days never got any easier, something always had to go wrong, in the months that followed his death they had lost four people worthy of living, instead dying protecting them from the danger that threatened to destroy them, to destroy everything they had lived for. It never got easier to day goodbye in fact it only got harder. Turning to her friends for the comfort she needed she wouldn't receive it, they were no longer there, dying for a worthless cause. The years that went by she had lost more people she cared to think about, casualties of war in the eyes of the people, but not in hers, fighters dying for a balance in the galaxy.
And once again she was alone, cold and miserable. Stuck in a world that had no meaning left, no meaning to exist, unworthy to live.