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Chapter one

Colorado Springs

He woke up with a splitting headache, as usual. He didn't sleep well and nightmares were plaguing his nights. It had been like this for the last two years.

For five years he had been content. He had a great job. Ha had a great team. And he was seeing her everyday. Major Samantha Carter had become the reason why he still enjoyed living.

For two weeks he had been the happiest man on world. The wonderful and gorgeous Samantha Carter had agreed to take it out of the room and to share his life. She had agreed to become his wife as soon as his retirement would be effective, a month later.

For the last two years he had been the most miserable man in the word. His soon to be bride had disappeared, vanished from the world two weeks after they had THE talk.

They all thought she had been abducted but despite their researches they hadn't been able to find a single trace of her. He had been frantic, driving himself to exhaustion in his desperate search for her. His friends had been there all the way, comforting and supporting him.

He knew she was still live. He wouldn't have been able to explain how but he just knew. That was the only thing that helped him to go on day after day. Since she was still alive he had to keep on going and find her.

He still heard from Daniel once a week. Their conversations were short. Jack O'Neill wasn't the kind of man who enjoyed long speeches on the phone. Besides, his retirement meant he had no longer the clearance to know what was going at the SGC. And to be quite honest with himself he didn't care.

He wanted to find her, to hold her. Maybe today…

Seattle

She woke up in a start. She was sweating and her heart was beating far too fast. She knew why. Every night she had nightmares. She never remembered them. Actually she remembered nothing about herself or her life except the last year and a half.

Her only relatives were Mary and Al. They were there when she awakened for the first time. They had given her the name and the life of their deceased daughter, Kate.

Al had found her on a road a few hundred miles from Seattle and brought her home. From what he said she was malnourished and injured. Her barefoot were bleeding. Her wrists were bruised. She had been hit by a bullet in her right shoulder.

Al and Mary had taken care of her. They had tended her injuries and helped her regain a bit of weight.

Soon enough she had asked who she was. They had no idea. Nobody had been asking for her. They had decided not to communicate about her. The fact that she had been shot was a concern. Who knew if the ones who did it to her wouldn't try again if they knew she was still alive.

So they gave her the name and life of their daughter and it's how Kate Anderson started her life.

She had left them to start her new life in Seattle. She had found a small apartment and a job in a call center. During her free time she was trying to find a trace of her previous live. She had discovered she was good with computers.

So far she hadn't find anything to help her to discover who she was but she kept on trying. She had this feeling inside her that there was someone waiting for her, someone important.

Colorado Springs

Jack shook his head when he looked at the mess that was his living room. He had gone in blind rage the previous evening and had thrown everything he could grab against the walls.

He took his time to clean and put everything in order again. Then, he made some coffee. He sighed when he saw his cell phone on the kitchen floor. It was shattered, again. He would need to call his operator to get a new one. Deciding it could wait he sipped his coffee reading the newspaper.

His fridge was empty so he decided a trip to the grocery store was in order.

Seattle

1400. Just two hours left before the end of the day. Kate often wondered why she said the hours like this. Fourteen hundred. Maybe she had grown with a father in the army, or maybe that was coming from a boyfriend…or a husband. She quickly dismissed this idea. She had no ring and no trace on her ring finger.

Another call was coming, another customer to help.

"Kate Anderson, what can I do for you?"

The man on the line said nothing. Kate looked at her screen to get his name. Jack O'Neill. That was strange. The name seemed familiar and sent shivers through her spine. She shook her head and focused on the task at hand.

"Mr O'Neill, what can I do for you?"

The answer was no more than a whisper, she almost missed it.

"Sam, is that you?"

"I'm sorry sir my name is Kate Anderson, how can I help you?"

The man on the phone hesitated then went all business. Five minutes later the call was over. This Jack O'Neill would receive his new phone within two days and left Kate with a strange sensation in the pit of her stomach.

She found herself at home a few hours later daydreaming about a man she had never met, just heard on the phone. She tried to imagine what he would be like and surprisingly her mind came with a clear picture of him. She saw him, short hair, brown eyes, quite tall and muscular, in his fifties, handsome. That surprised her. How could she picture him so precisely? She had seen in his file that he lived in Colorado Springs. She had a few days of vacation coming and she hadn't planned anything. She briefly wondered if Colorado would be nice at this time of the year.

Colorado Springs.

Jack had been staring at the wall for hours now. This voice… It had been her voice. For a few minutes it had felt like he was talking to her. He ached.