Killing Games

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A/N: 'Kay, so this is an episode tag (or replacement, whatever) to "The Gamekeeper" season 2. I don't know if anyone has already done this, but I've always wanted to try. Not a really shippy episode (yes, its SamJack, people. LOL), but I'm about to make it one.

I've always wondered what would have happened if Sam and Jack had ended up in the memory together instead of Jack and Teal'c or Sam and Daniel. Mind you, I was about eight when I came up with this idea, but I'm just getting around to writing it. LOL.

IMPORTANT: Ignore the fact that in the episode Sam's memory couldn't be accessed because of the protein-marker. In my story, her memories can be accessed.

Also, I pretty much changed Jack's whole memory. The location is the same and John and Kawalsky are too, but something big changed. In the actual episode Teal'c is named Thomas and they all have memories of him being on the team. In this story, Sam used to be on the team, but she and Jack became involved. It's fanfiction people, please allow some liberties? LMAO. I also haven't seen this episode in awhile, so everything written is off of memory. Mucho sorry for any discontinuities.

Not sure how long this will be. All depends on how you and I like the story.

ENJOY!!! (Suspension of disbelief is required!)

Sam jerked backwards, trying to throw herself away from the chair's oncoming "tentacles"…only…there was no chair. Sam was no longer standing in the chamber with the chairs, rather she was in a large grassy clearing surrounded by trees.

"What the…?" she murmured, turning in a circle, taking in her surroundings. No way that this was real. She took a deep breath…it smelled real. It looked real too. The sun was bright as it beat down from overhead and the grass swayed in the pine-scented wind.

A heavy hand on her shoulder had her spinning around, automatically lifting the weapon that she suddenly noticed lay across her chest. The gun had a funny feel to it, long and heavier than she was used to. Nevertheless, she swung it in front of her, prepared to shoot.

"Whoa, Carter. Easy." Jack took a small step back and raised his hands.

"Colonel?" Sam frowned. The Colonel was dressed in all black with a black beanie on his head. Definitely not what he had been wearing the last time she saw him. 'Which was about, oh, two minutes ago.' She reminded herself, still looking suspiciously at the man in front of her.

"The one and only." Jack shrugged, lowering his hands. He held her eyes for a moment longer than was probably necessary and Sam felt that familiar shiver run up her spine. She would never, ever admit it…but Jack O'Neill did things to her heart that no one else ever had.

"Wanna lower the gun?" Jack cocked his head to the side, humor dancing in his eyes.

Sam looked down, surprised. She had forgotten she was pointing the loaded weapon at her CO. "Yes, sir." Carter lowered the gun and glanced around. "Any idea where we are?"

"No…but there's something about this place…" Jack bounced on the balls of his feet and looked around, a small frown gracing his handsome features.

Sam watched him for a moment before tearing her gaze away. Not a good thing to get caught gazing at your CO. Even if said CO was the best-looking man you'd ever seen.

Sam turned, also taking in her surroundings and came face to face with a young man. "Colonel!" Sam said, startled. She raised her gun and pointed it at the stranger. Jack spun around at her voice, gun raised, and promptly froze.

"Captain. Lieutenant." The young man said curtly, glaring at Sam. "Lower your weapon, Lieutenant. That's an order."

Sam glared right back at the man, gun still pointed at his chest.

"Delay that order, Carter." Jack's brow was creased in a perturbed frown and he moved to stand next to Sam.

The stranger raised his eyebrows in a challenge. "Captain? Since when do you give the orders? Last time I checked, I was the Colonel." He cocked his head in silent challenge.

"Sir?" Sam questioned.

"What?" the stranger turned his attention back to Sam.

Sam's glare intensified. "Who the hell are you?"

"That's insubordination, O'Neill." The stranger growled, unaware of the identical looks of shock on the faces of the two people in front of him. "Besides, I don't remember you being invited on this mission."

Sam blinked at him. Her brain was in overdrive trying to figure out what was going on. Glancing quickly at Jack, she saw him staring at the man with a look of confusion and…recognition?

Jack took a deep breath. "John." It was a statement, not a question.

"Duh." The other man narrowed his eyes. "Jesus, Jack…what's gotten into you two?"

Jack's face drained of all color. "Dammit…"

"Colonel?" Sam glanced at Jack in concern.

"What the hell is this?" Jack burst out. "What the hell is going on?"

John took a step back at Jack's outburst. "Captain!"

"No. This isn't happening. I must be hallucinating." Jack pressed his palms against his eyes. "Carter, pinch me. I need to wake up. Now."

Before Sam could respond, John cut across her. "Jack, what the hell is up with you? Insubordination from you I expect…but, Lieutenant…I expected better from you. And since when do you call her 'Carter,' Jack? She hasn't been 'Carter' for almost four years. What's wrong with you?"

Sam's heart jolted and she felt her stomach rise into her throat. Jack tensed next to her. "What's wrong with…?" Jack's eyes darkened. "What's wrong here is that you're supposed to be dead."

"Geez, Jack. What a way to start the day." A boisterous voice came from behind John.

Sam and Jack turned, jaws dropping. "Kawalsky?!" They exclaimed simultaneously.

Looking between Sam and Jack like they had grown extra heads, Kawalsky nodded. "Um…yeah?" He frowned. "This isn't like you guys at all. 'Specially you, Sam."

"Charlie…you're supposed to be dead too." Jack looked at his friend for a long time. "East Germany."

John squinted at him. "Yeah. Intel looks good. Boris is inside; no snipers, just two guards. Easy mission. Relax, Jack. Today's not the day we die."

"As a matter of fact, today is the day you die." Jack's voice was harsh as he looked at the two men in front of him.

When no one moved, Sam took a deep breath. "Um…John?" She decided playing along for right now was in everybody's best interests. The man turned his attention to her. "Could you excuse us for a moment?" John looked at her hard for a moment before nodding grudgingly.

"We'll unpack the gear. Hurry it up, though. Missions are no place for marital squabbles. That's the reason you chose to transfer off the team in the first place."

Sam nodded like she understood a word he was saying and moved off towards the trees away from her "team," Jack following close behind. Sam turned to him, her expression carefully measured. Internally, she was panicking. Marital problems? They were married? What the hell was going on?!

"Carter…" Jack started. "I went on this mission in 1982. I was in East Germany and we were supposed to grab a Russian spy who'd been holed up in that house down there." Jack gestured with his chin towards the barely visible house to Sam's left. "But it went all kinds of bad. Sniper came out of nowhere and killed John. Killed another member of my team too." Jack glanced back to where John and Kawalsky were. "But I don't see him." Jack looked back at Sam, understanding and dread reflected in his expression. "Looks like you're his replacement."

Sam shook her head slightly, trying to process everything. "Sir…I know the Goa-uld have experimented with time travel before…what if they succeeded? What if we've gone back in time?" Sam paused for a moment. "No, no that's not it. I wasn't here in 1982." Another pause. "Those chairs…"

"The chairs? What about the chairs?" Jack took a step closer to Sam to make sure the others couldn't hear.

"Colonel…I think someone's giving you the chance to change what happened." Sam's eyes met Jack's. "I think that we're in those chairs. I think that, in order to get out, we have to…play the game."

"The game?" Jack questioned.

"For lack of a better word, sir." Sam raised her eyebrows, waiting for his reaction.

"What if I say no? What if I don't "play along?"

"I don't think we have a choice, sir."

Jack looked at her for a moment, realizing just how close they were. He was barely a foot in front of her, her head tilted towards his.

And then it hit him.

They were married in this "game." Married! Where the hell did that come from? He hadn't even known Carter back then! In 1982 she was still in college!

"Married?" he breathed, not realizing he had spoken out loud.

Sam worried the inside of her lower lip and nodded. Yeah…she still hadn't really grasped that either. "Guess that's why I'm not on the team."

"Hm." Jack nodded his head once before turning away from Carter. He needed to put some distance between himself and…the wife. Lord help him.

"Captain? You and the misses ready?" John raised an inquiring eyebrow.

Jack sensed Carter come up behind him and whispered to her. "This is too real. Every detail…it's all the same."

"Except I'm here." Sam added, a note of dread in her voice.

"Except you're here." Jack confirmed. "So…we play." It was a statement, not a question.

"We play." Sam nodded and took a deep breath.

TBC

A/N: Nothing exciting, I know. Bear with me people. It's coming. LOL.

R.I.P. Dom Deluise

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