Sam fell to her knees by Jack's side. His shoulder had been stabbed and she needed to stop the bleeding. He was telling her to leave him behind. Like hell she thought. They had been through far too much to have him die on her because of some little wound. He stopped breathing and the light in his eyes faded. Her blood turned to ice in her veins. Her breath rasped in her throat. No. Mitchell grabbed her by her shirt and hauled her away from the body. Her instincts took care of the rest, her legs moving of their own accord.
She bolted upright, awakening from her nightmare. Her surroundings were unfamiliar. She had just moved here. She fell back onto her pillows. It hadn't just been a nightmare, Jack had died back on that planet and now, separated from everyone she had every known, she was alone. This Jack didn't know her. He wasn't the one who laughed with her, fought with her, proposed to her, died for her. A tear leaked out from the corner of her eye. The way the Jack on this planet looked at her, with cold indifference, the way he yelled at her. She was so in love with her husband that she couldn't let him go. Especially since a version of him was still out there somewhere.
She wished she could talk to Daniel or Cam. She wished she could go back to the SGC. Her home was there, it would always be. Poor Daniel was literally missing a piece of himself. In her case it was just a piece of her heart, most of it in fact. It took a long time until she fell back asleep.
What have you done with my people! Ah!
"SIR!"
"Jack!"
"Go to the gate!"
"Not without you!"
"Go!" he stopped breathing
"Alright you heard the man let's go! Carter!"
"Carter, what's going on?"
"I dunno."
"Look I know what happened back there, I know he was your husband, but I need you in the here and now wherever and whenever that is."
"Right." Except it was not right, nothing in the world was right he was gone.
Was it really him? It was hard to tell beneath the clothes. When he spoke she could tell it was him, she would know that voice anywhere, she could hear it over machine gun fire and explosions. Her heart leapt. "We thought you were dead!" It took all of her self control not to throw her arms around him and kiss him, even if it meant frostbite. "Right back at you ma'am." Ma'am? Something wasn't right.
This time when she woke up she just got up. She'd had more nightmares in her life than most people. Dreams about Goa'uld and aliens, explosions and bullets, these were the worst. She couldn't even sleep without being reminded of what she had lost. She thought of the look on his face when Daniel tried to get him to remember them, yelling at them that his son was just fine. She should be happy for him, that he hadn't had to go through all that pain, but she wasn't. Maybe she was selfish but they had had such good times. She glanced over at the pictures on her desk. Two were of SG1, one with the original four, and one with Cam and Vala. The last picture was of her and Jack during their engagement. They were collapsed against each other in helpless laughter. She loved that picture and was glad she had had it on her when they went through the gate. If the government knew she had them they would probably burn them but what they don't know won't hurt them.
Nowadays she just drifted through life, taking out her frustrations any way she could and spent as little time in the outside world as possible. He'd called them freaks, that was the only thing he got right.