Disclaimer: Still not my characters. Sigh.

OMG, I'm so happy I didn't upset you guys with the previous chapter. I was really worried I would lose most of you, but your reviews were surprisingly positive (if not heartbroken). Thank you so much!

This is a short chapter, but a longer one is on the way.

This has not been beta'd, so all mistakes are mine and mine alone.

Reviews appreciated.

Sam closed the door behind her, and slid down to the floor, letting the tears flow freely. She was angry with her dad for leaving her, and angry with Jack for keeping his feelings from her for years, but mostly she was angry with herself for being so stupid. She ached from the pain, and wasn't sure how she'd ever face him again. That wasn't an option though, as they still worked together, and they'd have to sit across from each other day in and day out, trying to pretend that this never happened. She decided she'd have to transfer out of the SGC. Ironically that was the thing the General had been afraid of if he'd told her how he felt. Leaning her head against the door, she gave a bitter laugh. After all this time, he'd finally told her, and she felt nothing but anger towards him. She was such an idiot. He still had feelings for her, and she hadn't even realized it. He'd done such a good job at keeping them under wraps, that she thought they'd gone away completely. If she'd known, she'd never have looked twice at Pete. How could she not have known? Her dad apparently had though, and he convinced the General to say something. She felt humiliated and heartbroken. Her whole world had fallen apart in the space of a single day, and she had no idea how she would pick up the pieces and move on.

When the General, Jack, she corrected herself, as she clearly needed to separate them in her head, had told her he loved her, her immediate emotion had been joy and happiness, but that had been quickly replaced by hurt and anger. It was unfair, and she knew it, and she felt sorry for yelling at him, but she couldn't stop the words and pain that escaped her. Part of her wanted to call and apologize, but she was sure she was the last person he wanted to hear from. She could tell that she'd hurt him, but didn't know how to take it back just yet, if she ever could. She'd probably killed anything he felt tonight with her words.

Standing, she stumbled blindly to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of wine from her refrigerator. She didn't get a glass, but carried the full bottle to her sofa and sat down in the quiet darkness. She didn't want to think about anything, and thought maybe getting drunk was a good idea. It might maker her forget for just a few hours. After about a quarter of the bottle though, she decided it probably wasn't the smartest idea she'd ever had as it would likely lead her to drunk dial the General and tell him everything she'd always wanted to. She couldn't believe how much she'd screwed up. It hurt so much. Placing the bottle back in the refrigerator, she walked to her bathroom, grabbed a sleeping pill and collapsed on her bed. It was only then that she realized she was still wearing Jack's clothes. She was completely surrounded by his scent, and it made her weep until her body finally succumbed to a mercifully dreamless sleep.

I told you this was short! I thought some of Sam's anger and grief should be explained. The next chapter will be up soon(ish).

TBC