I'm completely aware that it's been awhile since I've updated this story, and I know that it's short and isn't much...but trying to finish this story has being going slower than I anticipated. I'm not sure when I will actually finish, or after what point I would end "Never Give In" because truthfully, if I let my mind soar...it would probably keep going for ages. That and life picks me and scoops me away many of times. So enjoy. I can't promise another added story, unless my muse stays in Stargate mode once more.
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"What now?" O'Neil muttered underneath his breath, starting at a run. Sam, Daniel and Teal'c were beside him in an instant. Jack figured that when they had entered the room that they were probably some of the closest people to the Stargate.
"Didn't think any off-world teams would be coming back yet." Sam noted, looking at her watch. It was far too early for anyone to go, since she noted that the last team had gone fairly early.
Jack turned to her, eye raised. "I'm not going to ask how you knew that, considering that all three of us have been in the infirmary since last night."
"Where you're all suppose to be." General Hammond cut in, in an authoritive manner no less, but one could tell that he was just as broken as they were. "I understand that with the loss of Dr. Fraiser, we all have been affected in some way or another, but considering that you all refused treatment that gives me at least twenty-four hours to hold you, since I deemed it necessary."
"On what grounds? What makes this time so different? Sorry to disappoint General Hammond, but we're all adults here." Jack countered, gazing into the blue vortex of the Stargate.
Sam chimed in before something else could be said. "Sir, we mean no disrespect but we want to know what is going on just as much as you do. We want to continue doing our jobs in any way possible if it means fighting off our enemies."
General Hammond looked around wistfully, then back at Jack. "Fine, but I want you to report to Dr. Lam at the infirmary if anything arises..."
Jack held up his hands in defeat. "I know, I know--we know the drill." He gave a wary eye to the team and turned his attention back to the people walking out of the Stargate. With all guns pointed at them, they eased up when they saw that it was just the Tokr'a--that including Sam's father, Jacob.
"General Hammond. I'm sorry if we alarmed you, but we ran into a bit of a situation and had to report here manually."
Hammond nodded none the wiser, his inquiry of the details could wait until they at least got into the conference room. "I for one am not the only one that is glad for your safe return to earth." Turning, he nodded at Sam who stood waiting, just a few step ahead to where Jack was standing beside her; acting like he wasn't paying attention to homecoming of Jacob Carter.
Of course she was putting on a brave face, despite that her best friend had just been shot and killed, hours earlier.
"Sam." Gratefully her father welcomed her into his arms, kissing her cheek lightly. "I take it you're doing well?"
"Yeah..." She smiled sadly, although he didn't see it, she masked it when he pulled away to take a better look at her. "Everything's going fine...dad." She faltered slightly, gazing into his eyes. And for a brief moment, something washed over her father's expression that could be taken as knowing. He didn't know about the situation itself, but he was her father-- and he knew when something was up.