A/N: Ok, ppl here it is i have finally got this story ready to up and run! YAYYY! screaming with joy. I have had this idea in my head for a while but had not had time or the courage to commit to it because i was worried that i would not get the feedback with this story as i did with my WIP 'Our Baby Girl' as i thought that was a fluke! anyways i do hope this story will live up to the expectations of my reviewers and that they never get tired, or bored of my stories. Those of you who are 'Our Baby Girl' readers DO NOT FEAR! i will not forget about or leave that story at all! i love it too much and i want to see and ending to it as much as i hope you do! And for those who have not yet read 'Our Baby Girl' i'm not pushing you to GO AND READ IT hahaha jokes! but if u sort of like this then u might like to go and check it out.

I'm probably boring u with all this talk so here we go!...

SAVING MY SON

"We're home" Sam yelled through the house, as she wrestled through the door with 2 grocery bags n one hand and the other supporting the back of her one year old son, who was resting on her hip.

She carried her son into the kitchen and placed him on the bech and started playing 'peeka boo!' mcuh to the screaming delight and clapping hands of her son.

She could hear the t.v. blaring from the lounge room and new what the picture would be before she walked into the room. Her 'husband' would be laying on the couch, watching some football game surrounded by bber cans.

And sure enough as she strolled into the room with her son crawling behind her, that was exactly what she saw.

"Pete! i thought you were on duty today" Sam cried indignantly, her hands on her hips.

"Called in sick", he gruffly answered in a finalised tone, sending the message that he wanted this converstion to be over.

Sam was furious.

"But Pete, i needed you to take the day off tomorrow to look after Charlie and now they won't let you!"

"So you can take him into work", Pete shrugged.

"Pete you know why i can't do that", Sam's voice raised higher in anger. "The knew General is coming on base tomorrow and just because General Hammondallowed me to bring Charlie into work, it doesn't mean this General will".

"Then we'll get a sitter, problem solved". His eyes were still glued to the football game on the t.v. screen, not once had he turnedhis face tohis wife.

"There are classified files in this house, yours and especially mine, we can't leave a sitter here in our house alone. Our jobs need us to be careful."

"NoYOUR job needs us to be careful", Pete muttered but loud enough so Sam could hear.

Sam put her hand to her head. She wasn't in the mood to have another one of these fights over her job. Pete hated that she was in the Stargate programme, he always had, even though she had given up being on the primary team for him.

She had left SG-1 to be the head of the scientific department at the SGC. Although this allowed her more flexible hours and placed her in less life-threatening situations, which was great when Charlie came around, she still missed it. The action, the uncertainty, the new civilisations and new discoveries.

Sam thought's were broken by a yell, "Charlie move!" and she brought her attention to her now crying son.

While Sam and Pete had been arguing Charlie had crawled up to the t.v. and placed his little hands on the screen.

Charlie had been startled by Pete's yell and his raised voice had scared him, not knowing what he had done wrong.

Sam glared at Pete, not wanting to yell anymore infront of their distressed son and went to pick him up.

Moving out of the room she rocked Charlie back and forth in her arms and rubbed his back to soothe and calm him down.

She carried Charlie down the hall to his nursery and looked around the room. She loved his nursery and remembered the fun she had fixing it up with Daniel and Teal'c.She had picked the wallpaper, a dark blue with palnets and stars all over it. It covered the walls and the ceiling and reminded her of missions when she'd sleep under the stars.

Sam carried her now sleepy son to his crib and laid him inside, covering him with his blanket and quietly hummed him a lullaby. Charlie let the soft humming of his mums voice send him to sleep andas his little blue eyes closed she kissed hi fore-head and whispered goodnight.

As Sam went to close the door of her son's room she paused for a second to watch him sleep and before leaving to start dinner for her 'husband' she silently made him a promise, 'Charlie, things will get better'.

A/N: Fisrt chapter is done! YYAAYY again! well i hoped you liked it, i know it's a bit short but i'm trying to establish a base for the story chapters will hopefully get longer as i go. I'm sorryto all of youthat had a heart-attack at the mention of pete (ahhhh!) i'm sorry(again!) but this will definantly turn out tobe a SAM and JACK fic.I promise! Sam will most probably be meeting Jack next chapter, so stay tuned.To all wainting for the next chapter of Our Baby Girl, i'm sorry it might takea little longer then i thought. I'm having troublewriting it but i will getit done, in the mean time igive you this story! Again please review, i love reviews, they make me happy! and i like being happy! BYE!