disclaimer: i don't own them, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera..
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Everything was fuzzy, but she was definitely laying on something very soft and comfy. Slowly opening her eyes, blinking away the sleep, she looked around the room…wait she knew this room..'The cabin.' Shooting upright quickly she realized she was in the large bed by herself, the bedroom door was closed, but she could hear faint voices through the door. Looking down upon herself she found herself dressed in simple black flannel pajama pants and an oversized grey short sleeved shirt…definitely not hers as she pulled the collar up to her nose…'Jack'. This could not be happening…
Slowly pushing the large comforter away from her legs she slipped her feet off the side of the bed and got up, her bare feet making a small patter noise against the wood beneath them as she made her way to the door quietly and hesitantly, afraid to find out what as behind it. Her fingers briefly touched the knob as her other hand brushed her stray long, golden locks behind her ear when she finally turned it and immediately heard laughter…children's laughter coming from down the stairs. As she made her way to the stairs she found pictures among the walls. The first one she came upon was two boys; they were both toddler age maybe two and three. They were playing in a mud pile outside. The older boy with dirty blonde hair and dark brown eyes sat spread eagle in the middle of the mud with streaks of it all over his face and every other part of his body. The younger boy with dark brown hair and bright blue eyes had mud caked all over his face she could barely make anything out other than his eyes as he pushed trucks and cars through the mud next to the older boy.
The next picture she came upon was of three children. The first and obviously older boy who looked to be about four sat in a tub full of bubbles with another boy that seemed not too younger next to him. He was holding his hands out with bubbles in them along with bubbles amongst his head and face with a huge smile on his that little face. But what caught her eyes was the third child sitting in front of the older boys legs, it was a little girl, and obviously younger than the other two. She had crazy blonde curls going in every direction and dark brown eyes as she splashed away at the water. The one thing she definitely didn't miss was the way all three of them smiled brightly at whoever was behind the camera.
Finally the last and third picture there was before the stairs was all three of the children once again around a kitchen table with play dough. The older boy who looked to be around six now was kneeling in a chair next to the table adding to a large pile of multicolored play dough on the table. The next child that caught her eye was the other boy, looked to be about four or five, laid sprawled on the other end of the table on his belly, feet crossed behind him, elevated in the air as he made what looked like an airplane with a fake green play dough moustache on his face. Then there was the little girl about two or three sat in the middle of the table squishing her fingers into the play dough between her legs while smiling up at the camera.
Taking one last glance at the picture she was suddenly interrupted by a high pitched squeal followed by laughter. Out of curiosity and knowing that she would have to figure out what was going on sooner or later she slowly made her way down the wooden stairs and found herself standing in a hallway of the front door. Straight ahead was a doorway that led to the obvious living room, beside the stairs was a closed door, and to her right was another open doorway with the door that led to what seemed to be the kitchen.
Taking the last four steps to the doorway she poked her head around the doorway and found a shocking surprise. There before her was a floury mess of four people. The three children she had seen in the pictures were present and so was…Jack, who was currently sitting in the middle of the floury mess covered in it himself with a floured little girl in his arms and next to him on their back was the older boy. But there was one child missing…looking over she found the middle boy standing in the sink with small bits of flour here and there. The one thing that made her smile of this unusual and confusing sight was the fact that every single one of them were laughing hysterically. She had no idea who the children were…well she had an idea, but had no idea how she had gotten here. Plus Jack looked happy…for once he looked genuinely happy.
"Mommy's awake!" The small boy in the sink cried out drawing her shocked attention to him as he stood with a full blown smile among his flour streaked face.
"Mommy!" Cried the little girl who struggled to get out of Jack's arms, but failed.
"Sam?" Jack called to her noticing something was definitely off with her as they made eye contact. But that was the last thing she heard or even saw before the darkness over came her.
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AN: To continue or not to continue...that is the question. Now only an answer from the readers will suffice :]. Hope you enjoyed the first bit, just a random thought has popped into my head and I'm debating whether I should continue or not! Your thoughts are very much appreciated! This is the first story I've written or I guess started and attempted for SG-1, normally I stick with Atlantis. So hopefullyy this all goes well! :]