Te Quedaste

Disclaimer: Still not mine.

A/N: So, this was the first chapter; it's still the same just a more polished version. I'm keeping the original a/n cause I want to keep the fic as faithful as the original version as possible. I was not planning on writing one at all, but as my mind was going over the many SG1 fics I've been reading this song was going on around my head at the same time (you know how that sometimes happens? you have two or more things going around and around at the same time?) and all of the sudden I thought that it fits what Sam feels for Jack, or at least what I would like Sam to feel for Jack. So, I just had to write it. I hope the fact that the song is in Spanish does not turn many people off, I've offered the translation and I think it works fairly well in both languages. Well, here it is!

Chapter 1

An overcast weekday afternoon found Lt. Colonel Samantha Carter flipping through the 100 plus channels that her cable company offered.

"Ugh, close to 200 channels and nothing good on." She muttered to herself, very close to throwing the remote at the nearest wall. Sam, as she liked to be called, was not in the best of moods. And the crappy weather was not responsible. It'd been less than a week since she'd broken off her engagement with Pete. And, while that could be the cause of her bad mood; it wasn't.

The fact of the matter was that she had called it off. After months of trying to convince everyone, her self included, that she loved Pete and wanted to spend the rest of her life with him; she finally had given up and admitted to herself, and everyone else, that while she loved Pete, she was not in love with him. She was in love with the idea of being married and having a family, not the best basis for a marriage. So, while it had been incredibly hard to break up with him, because he had loved her and she had broken his heart, it hadn't been particularly painful.

No, the situation with Pete would never be one of Sam's favorites or best moments, but that was not what had her in such a bleak mood. To tell the truth, she wasn't sure what was root of her black mood. She was feeling so many things that it was hard to pinpoint any one source for her troubled thoughts, although, the death of her father was among them.

The truth, however, was that as sad as she was that he was gone and as much as she would miss him, she was incredibly glad that they had been able to have the last seven years together. Whatever else the Tok'ra may be, she would always be grateful to them for giving them the extra time. Without them, she would have lost him to cancer all those years ago without having ever known him as the caring, concerned, and involved parent that she always wanted but had never had until his blending. So, his death was in part responsible for the sad, melancholy feelings she was feeling. But that was not completely it, either.

Sam knew that if she spent more than five minutes thinking about why she was in the mood she was in, she'd figure it out. And that was the one thing she did not want to do. And if her know-it-all superior officer hadn't forced her to take two weeks downtime to take care of everything she needed to after her father's death and to come to grips with it, she could be in her labs working with some fascinating alien technology or trying to re-write the laws on psychics to take her mind off things.

But, no, he didn't think she was ready to go back to work quite yet; according to him, two days at her brother's after the funeral was not enough time to adjust to the death of a parent.

'Ugh, what does he know?' Sam muttered, annoyed. Whatever he knew or didn't know really wasn't the issue, he was her superior officer and she had to follow his orders. So, here she was - flipping through the channels trying to find something to interest her enough to keep her brain from going where it'd been trying to go for the past week. You'd think she'd be better at stopping her brain from going there; after all, she'd had almost eight years of practice. But for some reason all the tricks that she'd learned in that time didn't work anymore.

After she'd almost finished going through all the channels, for the third time in a row, something made her linger at a previously never seen before channel. It may have had something to do with the fact that this time around she was going slower and actually managed to hear a word or two of the program.

What caught her attention was that the words were in Spanish; not all that surprising since Spanish TV has been around for a while now. But this was an all Spanish music channel: MTVS. She'd never heard or seen it before, but, since she had never reached this high on the channel list, that didn't mean anything. And after thinking about it for a bit, she decided that it made sense to have an all Spanish music channel; there are a lot of people out there that speak Spanish.

Not everyone knew it, but Sam was one of them. Though she was nowhere close to being as good at languages as Daniel was, Sam was pretty good and was fluent in Spanish and French and knew enough not to be lost in various other languages. Because of her work, it was not often that she got to practice them; every once in a while she and Daniel would try and practice one of them, but he was always far more interested in learning alien languages and translating the artifacts they brought back to practice the more mundane foreign languages of Earth for more than an hour. But then, he didn't need to; the man was, after all, a genius when it came to languages and once he learned one, he pretty much never forgot it.

Sam, on the other hand, did need to practice, and she figured that this was a good way to do so. She may not be speaking it but hearing it would be just as good. She would have to force her brain to start thinking in Spanish so she could understand what was being said, one should never really translate when trying to speak or learn another language; that takes twice as long and you're never really learning the other language if you keep using your own as reference.

She decided that trying to think in Spanish would be a good way to occupy her brain. It took her a while to stop putting everything through an 'English filter' and to just hear and understand what was being said in Spanish without thinking in English first; and she missed quite a lot in the meantime. But she finally got to a point where hearing and understanding was immediate and English was not playing much of role.

And then the song that was to be the start of a chain reaction that would change her life came on. It was ironic; really, that the one thing she chose to keep her mind off things was the one thing that made everything so clear that she could no longer ignore it.