It Wasn't You

Chapter 1

Sam was nervous and excited. This was going to be the first time he'd been in the same town since they had decided to give this relationship a try. Three weeks ago as he was preparing to leave for Washington he stopped at her house and told her he was ready. He kissed her good-bye but he was already running late so there wasn't time for anything more than a promise. They had talked every night she was on Earth, as well as a few times in the middle of the day. Tonight he was coming home for a long weekend. He had a meeting at the SGC early Tuesday morning and Monday was a holiday. The military didn't shut down for holidays but Sam and Jack both had Monday off, there were some privileges that went with rank, which meant they had a three-day weekend together.

Sam left work early to go home and change clothes. She didn't want to be in her uniform when she picked him up. She wanted as few reminders of their military ranks as possible standing between them tonight. She was wearing form fitting yoga pants, a tank top, and a long shirt that hugged her in all the right places. She had fixed her hair and make-up too. She had turned the roast and potatoes she had in the crock pot down to warm before she left the house. Sam decided dinner reservations were too iffy since his flight could be delayed and a crock pot meal could wait until he arrived.

As Sam waited in the parking lot at the base for his flight to arrive she played back part of their last phone call in her head.

"So is your plane still scheduled to arrive at six Friday night?"

"Yes."

"I'll meet you and we can get some dinner."

"Since you're taking care of dinner Friday night I'll make us some reservations for Saturday night. We'll do it up right. I'm looking forward to taking you out on a proper date."

"I'm looking forward to seeing you again. Have you told Daniel or Teal'c you are coming to town early?"

"No, I thought this weekend could just be about us."

"I like the sound of that."

She knew his plane had arrived but it seemed to be taking forever for him to exit the base. He had told her to just wait out front because he assumed if she came in someone would see her and start asking her for advice. He didn't want anything to slow down their departure.

He looked good as he walked out the door. He was wearing jeans and a plaid button down shirt. He walked straight to her car and opened the passenger side door.

"Hey good looking, I hope you haven't been waiting too long." He put a duffle bag and a briefcase on the backseat.

"Just a few minutes." She smiled at him as he sat down. He leaned towards her, cupped her face, and gave her a long kiss. Her heart raced. "And that just totally made the wait worth it."

Sam started the car and pulled out of the parking lot. Her house was about twenty minutes away and the ride was just increasing her nerves. It made no sense to be nervous around a man she'd known for so many years yet her body was as tense as violin string. Her right hand drifted over past the emergency brake and she started drawing infinity signs on his leg.

"Shouldn't you have both hands on the wheel?"

"I learned to drive in a stick. My right hand has been bored since I got an automatic."

"Right hand boredom sounds like a disorder."

"If it bothers you I can stop."

"I'm good." In reality she was driving him mad and he loved it. He'd spent days thinking through different scenarios about how this weekend might go and he didn't want to blow it.

"I have a roast cooking at my house but we can go out if you'd rather."

"I like roasts, especially when there are also potatoes."

"There are potatoes and a salad. You need your vegetables."

They managed neutral conversations about Daniel's antics and recent missions the rest of the way to Sam's house. When she pulled up out front she quickly glanced into the backseat. They hadn't talked about where Jack was staying for the weekend but Sam knew what she wanted and decided to make a big play. Sam took a deep breath reached into the backseat and picked up Jack's duffle bag. She didn't make eye contact with him as she walked towards her front door. Jack grinned as she walked away. He grabbed his briefcase and followed her inside.

She dropped his bag beside the bar that separated her kitchen from the living room. She opened the refrigerator door. "Would you like a beer?"

He placed his briefcase beside his bag and walked up behind her. He placed his hands on her hips and lightly pressed his body against her. He growled in her ear, "Later."

She took in a deep ragged breath as she closed the refrigerator door. "Later sounds good." She leaned back against him as his lips found her neck. His hands slid up under the hem of her long shirt. She spun in his arms and kissed him. He pushed her back against the counter as he got his body as close to hers as possible. Her arms moved down from his neck to the buttons on his shirt. His hands moved under her tank top towards the back of her bra. She leaned her head back as he kissed down the edge of her jaw to her neck. He moaned as she pushed her hips against him.

"Sam…"

"Sofa." The one word whispered in his ear nearly sent him over the edge. The sofa was as far as they made it. Twenty minutes later they lay in a heap and their clothes were strewn across the floor.

"I'm glad you have such a large sofa." Sam laughed as Jack's fingers traced a line up her back. "This wasn't exactly how I had planned our first time."

"You had a plan?"

"I did. Several of them and they were all much more romantic than attacking you the minute we walked through the door."

Sam smiled and ran her fingers through his chest hair. "You really thought after nearly a decade of repressed sexual tension we'd be able to take it slow our first time?"

"Well yeah, although I really hadn't thought about it in that context."

"But you had been thinking about it?"

"A lot."

"Me too." He tightened his arms around her. "We'll have plenty of time for romance and lots of foreplay. I plan on spending a long time learning what you do and don't like but for right now I needed exactly what we just did."

"Mmmmm…foreplay and romance. I am a damn lucky man." Jack ran his hands up her naked back.

"But before there is any romance or foreplay we need to eat dinner."

"You also said something about beer."

"There's beer." Sam pushed off of him and stood up. He watched her every move. He couldn't believe Sam Carter was standing beside him naked. She picked up her shirt and put it back on. "Jack?"

His eyes moved from her chest to her eyes. "Dinner and beer. I heard you."

Sam knew he wasn't able to keep his eyes off her legs as she served up dinner. She had purposefully not up on her pants just to taunt him. She loved having this power. She used her foot to rub his leg under the table while they ate.

"I was able to withstand your figure eights on the drive here so I can make it through dinner even if you keep doing that with your foot."

"Infinity signs."

"What?"

"They're infinity signs not figure eights. I would never do something as mundane as a figure eight."

"Figure eights are mundane?"

"To an astrophysicist they are."

"Figure skaters don't think their mundane."

"I never was any good at figure skating." Her big toe was on the back of his calf making infinity symbols. "But I am good at infinity symbols."

"You're also good at roasts. Dinner was great."

"Thank you. Help me clean up and we can get back to talking about romance and foreplay."

Jack grabbed both plates and headed straight for the sink. "Bring me the rest of the dishes and we'll get them into the dishwasher right away."

Sam walked up behind him and ran her hand across his shoulder. "In a hurry?"

Jack moaned as Sam pressed her hips against his rear. "Oh hell yes."

As promised they spent their evening slowly exploring and learning about each other. They even had some time to talk before falling asleep around midnight.

She saw him come into her lab out of the corner of her eye. He looked back out into the hall and then closed the door. A small alarm bell started to ring in her head but she ignored it. She lifted her head as he walked straight towards her. The alarm in her head was louder now but she didn't react in time. His right fist impacted with the left side of her face. Her left zygomatic arch was broken on impact, as was the orbit around her left eye. Her head bounced off the lab bench, fracturing her right temporal and parietal bones.

As her head rebounded back up he punched her in the face, knocking out her front four teeth and fracturing her maxilla and ethmoid bones. The impact knocked her off her stool. She hit the floor hard. Her head was swimming and none of this was making any sense. She saw him lifting the stool over his head so she raised her arms to protect herself from the blow. He brought the stool down and broke her right humerus, ulna, and radius as well as her left ulna bone. He tossed the stool aside and picked up a screwdriver from her lab bench. He straddled her body and began thrusting the screwdriver into her. She could see it was a Phillips head screwdriver. Part of her brain was counting the eighteen stab wounds while the rest of her brain was struggling to come up with a way to escape. She lifted her legs to try and dislodge him. He paused, slapped her, and stabbed her a couple more time.

He tossed the screwdriver and stood up over her. Now that he was off of her she curled into a fetal position. He kicked her, once in the lower back and then at the base of her skull. Her world went dark.