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For as weak as Jack was, he exhibited surprising strength and dexterity when he instantly grabbed the hand that had been on his cheek. For a second he looked crazed. Sam realized it was fear.

"No, Sam. No. Under no circumstances are you to go back there."

It was a moment before Sam responded; she had seen her CO enraged, determined, sarcastic. Never once had she seen him afraid - until this moment. "Sir, there's a very good chance the Shelnars have the other set of crystals. If I can convince Jornan to negotiate with them - "

"NO!" Jack said, mustering up all his strength to yell his reply. His grip on her hand tightened. "Sam, you don't understand! You don't know what's in his head. You don't know."

"Sir - "

"Jack," he insisted desperately, looking pained.

"Jack," she said softly.

"He's evil!" Jack started to look panicky. "I felt his emotions every time he looked at you. He'll hurt you if he gets half a chance. Please don't go!"

Tears welled up again in her eyes. She knew he was afraid - she could almost feel it. She briefly considered lying to him, telling him she would stay back. But that was futile, and she knew it. Jack would know she was lying. And even if he wouldn't have, she couldn't bring herself to tell him a lie. Even a merciful one.

"I know you're afraid, Jack," she said softly. "And I'm afraid too. But I'm even more afraid of something happening to you." She choked on a sob, resolutely meeting his eyes. "I can't lose you...can't."

"Sam." He pulled her down toward him until they were face to face. "Please." His eyes, filled with fever and pleading, were almost more than Sam could take. She leaned forward and put her arms around him, holding him gently so she wouldn't hurt him in his weakened state.

Jack nuzzled his face into her neck and relaxed somewhat. "Promise me you won't go."

Sam squeezed her eyes shut, tears running down her cheeks, and held him a bit tighter. She didn't respond.

"Sam."

Still no response. He pulled back from her and stared. "Promise me you won't go."