Thanks for putting up with the lack of mystery in the previous chapter. ;)
Ok, a title explanation: All of the chapter titles are stolen from songs. They refer to the flashbacks and they're deeply simbolic. And sometimes spot on :P. The cold day was a symbol for Jack's struggle to make up (and out) with Sam after the silly fight.

I hope I made up for the confusement with this one:

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Gone Fishing. Back in a Year

- August Morning

The wind picked up and leaves twirled around following its rhythm. This was the way things should have been. Sam and Jack, together, holding each other and not wanting to let go. Ever. Everything will be alright… Jack unwillingly pulled back and let out a sigh. This wasn't right. Something was wrong and it bothered him. He took a step back and smiled a sad smile at Sam.

''I never thought I would say this, but I think I need to see a doctor''

Sam pulled up an eyebrow and looked him in the eyes.

''Why do you think you do?''

He let out a short laugh and spread his arms.

''Pick a reason, Sam. I'm stuck between thinking you're dead and believing you're alive, old people can suddenly read my mind, my so called best friend think I'm wasting my time chasing ghosts and oh yeah… I am, yet again, talking to my dead… whatever it is you are!''

Sam gently touched his cheek.

''You're not crazy, Jack.''

''Yeah, well, you're not real.''

''True…''

They stared at each other for a moment before smiles broke out on both their faces. Sam smirked.

''We're quite the pair, huh?''

''Yes we are…''

If only they would have realised that sooner.

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His shoulder had felt stiff. And not only that part of his body, but his neck and right arm as well. He knew that he was slowly waking up and that everything would start to make sense soon, but at that time, he had felt the kind of confusion one felt between being asleep and awake. Something felt heavy on his chest, too. He vaguely remembered wanting to get a dog and when he felt hair against his nose, he had been almost convinced that he had forgotten the part where he had actually gotten one… Peach. The dog smelled like… Sam.

He had quickly opened his eyes and found her still asleep. Her breathing had been soothing and seeing her messy hair had made his heart beat a little faster. The events from the previous night had played in his head and he couldn't really tell why it happened.

Sam stirred and only then had Jack noticed that his arms were wrapped around her as if he was marking his territory. He loosened his grip as Sam woke up. She looked up and he had noticed the confused look on her face. He smiled when she slowly started to realise what had happened.

She had tried to sit up too fast and ended up sliding from the couch. For a moment she sat on the floor without showing any kind of emotion, before breaking out in laughter.

''Oh wow, I…''

She had tried to form a complete sentence, but the laughing had prevented that.

''…Ouch…Bad move…''

Jack hadn't been sure about what he should have done, but seeing her sitting on the floor, almost literally rolling there laughing had made him grin. He sat up and waited for her laughter to subside.

''Good morning, Jack''

He offered her his hand and pulled her up on the couch.

''Hey''

They looked at each other and neither one of them knew what to say next. Sam broke the stare and looked at her watch.

''Food. I'm hungry. You?''

The rest of the morning had gone by while they had both been pretending like nothing had happened. Jack had felt something indefinable hanging in the air, but he had decided that if Sam didn't want to talk about whatever had happened, he wouldn't bring it up. It was easy. Not talking was what they had always done, after all...

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Jack made his way trough the hallways of the SGC, while nodding at the people he knew and being stared at by the young and new. Most of them knew who he was or at least what his function was and were probably worried about his unannounced presence. He could only imagine the gossip if one of them would find out what he was really doing here. He walked straight up to Hank Landry's office. The General was expecting him and immediately walked up to Jack.

''How did the tests go?''

Jack shrugged and put his hands in his pockets.

''Great. Did the thing with the needles, a quick scan, something with… something…''

Hank grinned and slapped him on the shoulder.

''We call it the Royal Treatment. Only the best for this base's legends.''

The two men continued joking before Landry shook his head. Jack knew what was coming and he was surprised about the fact that this time, he didn't resent the thought of having to talk about her.

''It's a shame what happened to Carter. We still miss having her around, Jack.''

They both took a chair and Jack looked at his hands. He could do this. He could talk about it.

''Yeah, I do too. This base, it's not the same.''

He looked at Landry.

''She was happy when she came back here. She once mentioned how every corner and every room contained a memory and now I get it. Every time I see those grey walls…''

''…You see her?''

The other man looked at Jack with sympathy.

''I know how crazy it sounds. Really. But it's so real… It's not that strange is it? Considering what kind of things we have seen happening here. She could be…''

''She's dead, Jack.''

Jack sighed.

''I know. …I know. That's why I'm here. I told her I needed to see a doctor and I did.''

Hank raised his eyebrows and smirked.

''You *told* her, huh?''

Jack felt stupid, but he simply could not forget how he had spoken to Sam before. He had held her and he had felt her breathing.

''Just… let me know what the results of the tests are.''

He got up and left. When he turned the corner he heard Landry pick up the phone to deliver a short message to the person on the other end of the line.

''He's gone. Keep watching him…''

Jack managed to reach his car looking as casual as he could and looked in his mirror as he drove off. A black car followed him from the parking lot and stayed behind him at a small distance. The road was slippery and the wind was blowing leaves against his front window. He checked the traffic on the road hit the gas enough to pick up some speed, but not enough to look as if he was fleeing. The car behind him did the same. They were after him. He kept watching his mirror as he made his way around town and he knew he would not be able to shake them off. He decided to drive to the hotel and let them do whatever they had to do. He didn't care.

He entered his room and locked the door behind him. The ones following him had given up when he reached the hotel. He walked up to the small desk and found some paper and a pen. Jack tried to stay calm and made some notes.

Daniel - What does he know? According to Ethel, he's holding back.

Ethel - What does she know? The little mind reader that she is.

Hank - Had me followed.

Mark Carter - Trust him. He didn't seem to know anything.

Sam - Alive? Dead? Why did she send me that note? Did she send me the note?

Bottle of beer. Did I put it on my table? Did someone else? Sam? Someone messing with my head? What about the files? What is it that I need to figure out?

Why can't ''Sam'' tell me what the heck is going on?!

He threw the pen on the desk and sat back. Too many question marks. Too little people he could trust. He wished he could talk to Teal'c, but he was off world. At least, it's what he was told at Stargate Command, but he wasn't sure what to believe. He unpacked his laptop, his most guarded possession at the moment, and started it. The files…

He opened the 'August' one and realised that the files seemed to be the most honest of all the straws he was holding on to.

Jack. If anything happened to me…
Remember that screw we buried? Look at it.

The mysterious message didn't surprise him. Nothing did. His former colleagues were following him and Sam wanted him to look at a screw. Fine. Just… fine.

He made plans to go back to Washington and called the SGC to ask about the test results. Sam had been right. There was nothing wrong with him. Not physically and not mentally. And yet, there he was seeing his dead and imaginary friend on several occasions. To top that, he was now being followed because he made the mistake of telling the wrong people.

He scrabbled another line on the paper.

SGC - Don't trust them. Don't trust anyone.

He packed his bag and his laptop and checked out. He needed to leave. As Jack drove to the airport, he spotted several suspicious looking cars behind him. In one of them, he saw a face he was sure belonged to someone he never believed to go along with any plot against him. A face he had come to trust and who he rather would have given the benefit of the doubt. Jack was sure now. This was bad news.

On of the people following him, was Daniel.

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Bad Daniel. Following his friend around...

This was a short one, but the mystery is back.
Please stay tuned and thanks for your time :)