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I do not own Stargate or Supernatural. Grace Evans is my own creation.

My first time posting a story for the first time I celebrate Sam Winchester's birthday:)

Much appreciation to my bff PaulaB87 for the stick in my side and my beta ProcrastinationIsMyCrime (both for this chapter only, remainder of story is unread my anyone but me so please review)

Spoilers for StarGate are none and everything. This is set after any of the series and only uses two characters. No knowledge of the program is necessary for Spring Flings.

For Supernatural this takes place in Season 6 sometime prior to The French Mistake.

#CHAPTER 1#

Swimming in the lagoon, it's like a floating party; I just love it. People and blown up things. Relaxing and fun in the sun. Spending my rare leave time at a campground. There's a gorgeous view of the nearly completely clear blue sky and sun sparkling off the crystal-like water I was in earlier as I exit the private girls' bathroom. It's a very pale sky blue, with a bath shower that has wonderful water pressure. I don't like using the communal female bathroom in an outside block if I can help it, it's just dark and the concrete is almost always wet. Not very "use me" friendly.

Heading to the dorm room that I have all to myself (past the dorm with a door that won't lock, which is why it's empty). Thinking over the decision to come to this camp during April, so that I could enjoy the spring warmth but not the heat of summer was a good idea it meant I beat the summer rush. Even though there is a military group 'on holiday' at the camp too, with some of their civilian family members in the group as well. I've made a few new friends, one in particular and even got to join in some of the 'training' exercises with the group (as do the other civilians of the group, being the only person there not part of the group they just took me in). Sure beats a normal vacation of just swimming, reading and walking on trails by myself.

I did get a little bored sometimes though so nearly three weeks into my month-long vacation when there is a carnival sort of thing happening nearby it's hard not to get excited. Mrs Fitzgerald gets super excited when she sees the caramel slice topped with coconut chocolate and buys a massive tray and hoards it, even going so far as to tell her son William that he is not allowed any. It's hilarious watching him try to get to it though. I can't blame her, it's my favourite too!

Waking up in the middle of the night, as usual I struggle to get back to sleep and decide to go for a walk. Since it's dark, without a torch I stick relatively close to the main buildings that make up the main camp area, staying well away from the forest. From where I stood I could see tree's close even without any light, I made my way down the blocks of women's dorms and down the small hill towards the main camp hall and kitchen area. Hoping that if I walk up and down the hill a couple of times I could make myself tired and finally be able to drop back off to sleep. Walking around the building and along in front of the men's dorms area I knew I wasn't really allowed in this part of the camp especially at this time of night as I reached the end of the men's dorms I turn and walked back and back around the kitchen hall and started the small climb up the hill back to the women's dorms.

When I got back the first thing I notice is that the doors to the next set of dorms is open and looking down I see the doors to the boys dorms is also open, thinking nothing of it I turn to go into my room when I notice there is blood smeared along the hallway walls and into the main entrance to the largest dorm building looking down the hallway of the two sets of dorms I see blood trailing down the boys corridor as well until it stops just outside a door maybe not even a quarter of the way down the boys dorms and it is pooling into a puddle. I turn and run as fast as I can down the female dorms hall to find the military officer patrolling outside the buildings as part of the night watch.

As I followed silently behind him at a gentle trot we both come to as stop as he opens the door to a dorm room, I notice that the room is set out differently to mine as it is set out with set of bunks on each side of the door and one set in front of the door making it a room that sleeps six unlike my room which has two sets of bunks, one set on each side of the door and a window where the other set of bunks is. As the military superior goes in I hesitate to follow as I really do not want to go in there. Unexpectedly the colonel is staying silent so I scream at the sleepers. "Everybody up right now!" But one figure on the bottom left bunk doesn't respond to my shout. The colonel quickly moves over to the man on the bunk and feels for a pulse, shaking his head. Getting dizzy from the all the blood I turn and run to my dorm, trying not to freak out and just sit for hours ignoring the knocking at my door.

After about an hour's sleep the dizziness is gone, I still can't believe someone has died. Being extra vigilant head down the small hill to the communal buildings, along the way a couple of girls inform me there's already a small memorial started in "the mess", that is what the military personnel call the dining hall. Head there to see who it was, a little handwritten sign says "James 'Jamie' Ramsay".

My heart plummets, then drops that little bit further knowing that his mum is in the Air Force's civilian party. Even though it's only 6am the other Jamie is already getting drunk. They were such close friends. I can't breathe. Unable to look at anyone else, running outside I sit in the grey and cold on a large rock out by the cliff overlooking the normally beautiful lagoon.

For ages I sit with my knees pulled up to my chest and hunched over. Not caring that my long brown hair is being whipped around, constantly being blown into my face. Somehow I end up with a blanket around my shoulders, but eventually the wind gets to me so head back to the main lodge, kind of tingly. Run into Colonel Carter coming up the gravel driveway, her blonde plait swinging in the strong breeze, flapping against her plain green uniform. It's really windy now so pull the wrap around tighter and try to smile at her when she asks how I am.

I continue round the block, run into Moira Ramsay having a cigarette. It seems she is remarkably 'calm', too calm for my liking. Striding up to her I ask if she needs to talk. "No?" As she shakes her head. "I think you should I was just like this when I lost Ash and Brendan." Then looking down I realise my hand is on my stomach, also thinking about another painful part of my past.

Snap myself out of it because Moira's walking faster - she doesn't wanna hear it, I run after her, desperate to talk to her. Lose her within the mass of people now gathered in the mess where Jamie's mother had gone.

Some of the carnival stalls from yesterday have been brought into the mess and lodge hall due to the crappy weather. I just want to binge, so go to buy what's left of the caramel slice. A tall guy walks in, 'Damn he's hot' I think to myself, then shake my head to clear it. What am I thinking? Look away as he flashes some kind of badge. Hear the new guy introduce himself to a nearby stall person, so when he comes to the one I am at I attempt a smile, saying to him "No Sam's allowed in here ha-ha". Having put my money down for the slices, taking a bunch off the tray. "Give away some if you want, just make sure Tapping gets some for me, she's outside." With a half wink at the stall holder.

Wandering over to an empty white table put my slices down. Sit and stare at them, just blank. I'm not hungry. Wrap them up in napkins, stuff as many of the damn things in my pocket for later and wander over to the dorms. Locking myself in mine, thankful that at least I have it to myself, placing the napkins in my backpack.

I'm hurting so bad. I don't know what to do with myself. I want to create physical pain, to take my mind off this pain so badly I could scream; but this place is filled with people I hardly know.

Then I remember that I have Seline Capensis with me.

Start to think of all the creative ways I could cause the hurt and no one could stop me. Drinking it, I am instantly knocked out. Actually, right now I can't be bothered with anything creative I just need a release, like NOW. I carefully slice into my left forearm with a sharp knife I've conjured up. Gasping at the initial breaking of the skin. Some relief comes as the blood begins to leak out. Slice it again and again. I don't want blood everywhere, even though I'm aware it's a dream world, so begin to lick at my arm; sucking on it. It feels so good, finally being able to have some control over the pain I feel.

Then the tall man, Sam, appears!

What. The. Hell?

Oh bloody hell. I've never met him before, but now I think maybe I know who he is, or at least what he is. Of course, if I'm right about him, he knows what the root was and must of followed me to my dorm room and taken it too!

Why? He doesn't know me. Why would he follow me, risk using the root?

Sam makes me wake up, then locks me in my room after I assure him okay.

Sit on the edge of my bunk, twisting my hands together, wondering what on earth is going on. Next thing I know he's back, with Colonel Carter right on his heel.

My two Sam's.

Hang on? 'MY two Sam's'? One I literally just met and the other barely know either. I've just lost Jamie - where the fuck did that come from? Overcome with guilt and shame I keep my head down and turn my back on them.

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