Chapter 1

"Lieutenant! Bring the gear! We need water and Bandages!" Upon hearing this she took off toward the group of men carrying her gear as well as other. She could hear the panic in their voices, running through the smoke she came upon the sight. Wade was hit in more places than one. She dropped the gear and stared in shock for a moment. "Lieutenant! Help him!" Pushing Melish aside she began working on the wounded corpsman, working quick she examined him and order the other men to do what they could. She was the company surgeon and somehow managed to get thrown into this little squad of some of the best men that she knew. The men watched as she made and incision and went in search to stop the major bleeding. Wade was telling her everything that he could and giving orders himself to the men on what to do. Finding the spot that was gushing blood she quickly clamped in a moved on to another one.

"Wade your going to be fine, hold on." She said as she made another incision.

"Wake up Wade!" She overheard Jackson almost shout out causing her to look up at the wounded man.

"Stay awake! I need you to stay awake!" She shouted coming up toward his face. Wades eyes fluttered open and looked straight at her.

"Momma . . . ." She looked over at the captain then back at wade.

"Stay with me Wade!" She shook him a little bit.

"I wanna go home . . . I wanna go home!"

"Please stay with me!" She shouted again.

"Momma . . . .momma . . . momm. . ." His eyes shut slowly they all stared in shock, he was gone, in the less than thirty seconds it took to storm the machine gun pit he was gone.

~*~

She jerked awake, breathing heavily; Alexandria Davis threw the covers off her and sat at the edge of the bed wondering what she had just dreamt. It was like she was there all over again, talking to the men and the captain, sighing she looked to the celine it had been months since she was discharged, shaking her head she looked down. A long red line traced the side of her knee, showing where they had to make the incision, she had been shot in the knee, well almost for the most part. Thinking back to when the corpsman ran up to her thinking her knee had been blown off. She had to convince the man that it was nothing just so he wouldn't amputate her leg at the time. Taking a deep breath she stood and walked over to the window, looking out at her land, filled with cattle and horses she smiled a bit. It was good to be home, but she would give anything to see any of them again. Focusing on the sound of a vehicle coming down the drive she groaned it was time to start to work day, her helpers were already starting to show up and from the way she felt, and the throb in her knee she knew this was going to be a long day.

~*~

Stepping out of the taxi he looked down the drive towards him home, he was finally home. Daniel Jackson began the long walk down the drive carrying he heavy green sea bag with him, dressed in his Class A's he had the biggest smile he had managed to get since he left for the war. Walking toward the big green house he noticed his mother walk out on the porch a smile just as big as his. His brothers ran in from the field where they had been working but, he did not see his father. His smile faded he remembered the letters from home of his father being ill and his mother begging for him to return. Stopping at the porch steps he looked up at his mother who had tears in her eyes. She practically jumped into his arms, causing him to drop his bags, his brothers were soon to join in on the hug.

"I'm so glad your home!" His mother held on to him not wanting to let him go ever again.

"We missed you Dan!" One of his brothers said gripping his waist. He smiled and they all gave him his space back.

"Where's dad?" Their happy faces turned to faces of dread and sorrow.

"I didn't want to tell you in my letters but . ." She paused with a crack in her voice. "Your father died six weeks ago." They were all silent, his face was like a stone, flat, and emotionless, he had learned not to show emotion well. He just sighed and looked down at the dirt road beneath his feet. He mother hugged him again before having his brothers take his bag up to his room. "Are you alright my son?" He gave a small smile and nodded.

"I'll be fine mom." She smiled giving him one last hug before following him up the porch steps and into the house.

"Go unpack lunch should be ready soon." He nodded and headed up stairs where his brothers were busy opening his bag and empting it for him. Rummaging through his things looking for anything interesting, valuables he had brought back from the war.

"Hey!" They both stopped and looked up at their brother caught in the act he smiled at them. "Shouldn't you be in school?" the both looked at each other.

"Mom teaches us now, she needed help with the farm she were homeschooled." Daniel walked over to the bed setting his cover down and looking at the pile of his things.

"Well I'm home now and your going back to school." They watched as their brother started to set things out organized.

"What's this Daniel?" Looking down at his brother who sat himself on the edge of the bed, he held out an envelope that had a familiar name scribbled onto it.

"It's a letter." Grasping the letter he looked down at it and sighed.

"From who?"

"A good friend of mine, he wanted me to give it to another one of my friend, she lives down the road a bit, I might take it to her later."

"Can we come?!" His brother piped up excited.

"No, this is something I'll do later on my own." They groaned causing Daniel to laugh.

"Why don't you go help Mom with lunch." He watched his brother leave quickly before turning back to the letter in his hands he sighed. It was from a good friend of his Irwin Wade, sitting down on the edge of the bed he stared at it, images of flashed through his mind of when his Captain took it from his breast pocket, the look on her face, the reactions from everyone. He sat for the longest time just staring at it before he dressed down into something more comfortable. Scratching his head as he came down into the kitchen with the letter in his hand. He looked over to his mother who had a questionable look on her face.

"I have to run a quick errand if that's alright mom, should be back before dinner."

"That's fine sweetheart take your time." He nodded and left, heading north like she had once told him. "I'm four farms down north of where you live." It was going to be a bit of a walk but he had to do it, he promised he would.

~*~

She groaned, her knee ached as she threw another bail on top of another. She was sort staffed today, unknown to her that half her crew had decided to take a holiday and with the few men that she had helping her she would have to do more work than what she had wanted to do. Grabbing one bail after the other, she soon found herself out of balance and falling to the ground. One of the workers was quick to help her up, as she tried to stand quickly pushing him away. It was degrading to her, she hated the thought of needing to be helped. Grabbing another bail she tossed it, it was only another few before she fell again.

"Miss. Davis you need to rest, we will take care of this." Looking up from her spot of the ground where she sat against a bail she sighed.

"Alright, I'll take a break." Standing she began the short walk back to the house, removing her gloves as she did, walking up the porch steps, she turned back as her name was called. Looking toward the workers her pointed down the drive she saw a single figure walking toward the house. Brushing the hair out of her eyes she turned back into the house to grab a drink before walking back out onto the porch waiting. As the figure got closer she could make out the familiar face and she smiled.

"Daniel Jackson!" She called out approaching him laughing with her smile as she hugged him. "What are you doing here!? Well I mean I'm glad you're here and not dead somewhere over there." He smiled stepping back.

"Alexandria Davis." She watched him for a moment. "I had to bring you something."

"Well come in and get out of this sun." She motioned for him to follow. The both took a seat out on the porch, looking out toward the hay fields that were currently being cut. Sighing she turned to him. "So what did you bring me?" He said nothing and handed over the white envelope with her name on it. "What's this?" Opening it up she read the long letter, he watched as her steady hands began to shake and she brought a hand to cover her mouth trying to hold back a wave of emotion that hit her. Calming herself down she turned to him and smiled, eyes watery from tears she did not cry, not yet at least. "Thank you for bringing this to me."

"Your welcome, he made me promise that if I made it to make sure it got to you." She nodded and turned away, not speaking or paying any close attention to him. "Well, I should be going." She looked up at him as he stood. "I'll see you around?" He asked stopping at the bottom step and turning to her.

"Yes." She nodded and watched him walk back down the drive. Looking down at the letter in her hands she couldn't believe what she had read. If only they hadn't been assigned that mission she wondered where they would be, or if she would have even ever had to have read this letter.