Silver Tears part two: Forcible Love

Summary: Sam's life begins to change.

Sequal: Silver Tears, but can be a stand alone. Except the beginning. But that's it. Hee hee ;-)!!!

Author's Note: This is a Sam/Other Sam/Jackforce Sam/Jacknotforce story. I have never wriiten anything like this. Please send nice tasty reveiws. Send nasty, moldy, spoiled ones, but like everyone, I prefer the good one. Oh! And most of this story is rated T but I might put M. I am not sure.

P.S. Sam/Jackforce means, Jack forces Sam into love and all that stuff. But...Is it the real Jack?

Silver Tears part two: Forcible Love:

Sitting in her hotel room, Sam sat crying. She missed Jack and his jokes, Daniel and his babbling, Teal'c and his silent support.

It had been three days since she left Jack's house, and she knew they were looking for her, they had almost caught her a few times. But she ran away. She didn't know why. She just did.

A knock came at her door and she stood up. She smoothed down her rumpled shirt, and walked over to the locked, beige door.

She opened it and stumbled back in shock. Jack stood there, staring at her with tear filled eys. She was surpriesd. For one, Jack never cried. He just, well, never cried. 'I guess he isn't EXACTLY crying,' Thought Sam, 'Just big, brown, watery eyes...'

And plus she was sure she was somewhere they couldn't find her. Or he. But he did. And he was here now.

"We need to talk." Jack said.

"Yeah, I guess." Jack walked in and sat on her bed. Sam stood in the doorway for a second, but then sat back on the bed.

"What happened?" Asked Jack.

Sam sat thinking, wondering what he meant. Jack laughed slightly and said, "On that world."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"Well, when I went through the gate, I fell to the ground and started crying. I started running to a nearby temple but was pulled into the bushes by a strong hand. Whoever it was injected me with something, and I-" Sam stopped suddenly.

Jack looked at her and thought he saw something in her eyes he had never seen before. 'Some sort of girl look?' Jack wondered. 'Doubt it.'

Sam couldn't believe she had just told him all that, just like that. She didn't want to tell him the rest, but she knew she had to.

He probably wouldn't leave otherwise.

"And?" Prompted Jack.

"I woke up in a bed with satin covers. There was next to a guy and he was still asleep so I turned away from him and looked around. I was in a huge bedroom. About as big as the gate room."

"Woah." Mumbled Jack.

"Yeah, anyway. There were mirrors and dressers and doors. The one bed. The walls were covered in windows. It was beautiful."

"Oh?"

"Yes, but then he woke up and he gripped my waist and held me tight. It hurt. But I got free. I was dressed in a long, green, spaghetti strap dress. It was covered in sequince and emeralds and diamonds. It was gorgeous! Anyway, I ran and ran and ran. Then one of the villagers shot me from behind with an arrow, and then the next thing I remeber is running through the forests. Then I remember you coming through the gate, but I couldn't comtrol my thoughts or my actions. I remember threatning you, and killing people and everything. But I couldn't control myself. It hurt. Like crap." Sam started sobbing, remembering how bad it hurt to be killing all those people, and threatning Jack and Sg-1.

Jack took Sam and held her until she fell asleep. He laid her down on the bed, covered her up and tip-toed to the door. But he was't quiet enough.

"Who was that girl on SG-1 and at your house?"