Disclaimer: Don't own the show or its characters MGM and other top dogs do not me I only own the characters created by myself to tell this story.

A/N: Why do you folks keep wanting more? lol honestly this story wasn't going to go anyway passed chapter three of 'What The Future Holds' when I wrote this and took a lot of convincing just to post that...I really don't see myself as good at this type of thing.

As before if you haven't read this story from the beginning and just came across this while searching the site, look up the above title under the pen name Yami Trekkie and work your way back here after you've caught up.

Anyway without further a do, I bring to your screens 'Future's Fate'.... Enjoy and please review

KP

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The force of the blast was enough to send him flying backward, banging his head hard on the ground. For a moment he couldn't move his head spun a little, but as his brain slowly began to register what had happened all the pain and weirdness going on up there seemed to disappear as his military senses kicked in.

"Carter" he whispered hoarsely

He dragged himself to his feet as quickly as possible forgetting about the small wound to his temple, stumbling slightly as he made his way back up the steps, feeling the heat from the fire more intensely the closer he got to the house.

The door almost no longer existed but what did was slowly burning away, Jack gave it a swift kick even if his body protested that was his quickest way into the house and in all likely hood the easiest way to get Carter out if she was.... he had to stop thinking like that, despite everything, how this looked, her house engulfed in flames he had to believe she was ok and for want of a better phase lighting couldn't strike a guy, even him twice in a matter of days.

With the door no longer an obstacle he removed his jacket, even if he only had a t-shirt on underneath he liked his odds better with out it, and curiously lowered himself closer to the ground and headed in in search of her.

The thick almost blinding smoke, was enough for him to remember why they always tell you never to re-enter or in his case enter a burning building. You really can't see a thing he couldn't anyway, the heat was like a burning volcano and the smoke was choking. He knew help wouldn't get there in time to give her a fighting chance, if she was inside and to the best of his knowledge she was with time running out.

"Carter" he yelled all be it short as he started coughing from the smoke as he searched room by room

"Sam, you in here?" eventually finding a piece of cloth of some kind he covered his face slightly to stop himself breathing the smoke further, removing it to call for her.

Having checked downstairs with no sign of her he made his way to the stairs. The whole situation was by now taking its toll on him, he couldn't stay much longer and well the stairs were in pretty bad shape he doubted weather he'd even make it to that gapping big whole that now occupied the space where a few steps use to be.

He could feel his body closing down on him as he stood there, eventually realising that he now rested on the floor of Sam's burning house and despite his best efforts could no longer move.