Warning: Sexual Situations, Character Death.

This chapter was one of the hardest chapters I have ever written and one chapter I never thought I would write. It is something I certainly will never be writing again. Tissues will be required I know I needed them when I wrote this. There is only four chapter left including the epilogue and the next chapters are all pretty angsty.

Chapter 24

Jack was spooned behind Sam, his fingers intertwined with her's has they laid on her slightly swollen stomach that held their child, a child that they both never thought they would have. Jack planted little kisses on the back of her neck, and could tell that she was waking up, by the changes in her breathing.

"Morning, beautiful" he murmured as she turned to face him and he captured her lips with his own.

His tongue hungrily exploring the deep crevices of her mouth, and rolled them so that Sam was laying underneath him, she separated her legs allowing his penis to fall in between them and his head resting at her entrance. Sam deepened the kiss and Jack's hands found their way into her blonde locks, whilst her hands caressed his back and down to his ass. Needing him inside of her, she thrust her hips so that his cock slipped in her entrance but before Jack could push fully inside of her the phone rang. Jack buried his head in her neck and groaned.

"You better answer that Jack" she told him kissing him solidly on the mouth. Jack pulled out of her, rolling back onto his side of the bed and picking up the phone as Sam snuggled into his side and rested her head on his chest.

"O'Neill!" He barked into the phone, trying not to enjoy the feeling of Sam's finger drawing lazy circles on his abdomen.

"Jack..." He could hear a woman sobbing on the end of the phone, and his heart almost stopped.

"Sara... What's wrong?"

"Charlie... hospital... please?" She managed to get out.

"We are on our way, Sara" he told her, hanging up the phone, and quickly climbing out of bed without any explanation, and Sam knew that something had happened.

"Jack, it is Charlie?" She asked her voice sounding very small, and one look at Jack, she knew he was on autopilot, grabbing whatever clothes he could find. She quickly moved out of bed, trying to ignore the feelings of morning sickness, which threatened to envelope her. "Jack" she called out to him grabbing his arm. "Talk to me Jack" she asked him, looking at his tear filled eyes.

"Charlie" was all Jack managed to get out, before pulling away from Sam. Sam quickly grabbed a shirt of Jack's and her own jeans before slipping on her flip flops, and she was right behind Jack has he left their house. Sam watched him as he climbed into the truck but struggled to start it, so walking up to his side of the truck she yanked opened the door.

"Jack, you are in no condition to drive, let me?"

"I can do it" he snapped, trying once again, but Sam knew that she needed to get control of the situation so she reached over and grabbed the keys out of the ignition before Jack had the chance to react. "Sam, give me the keys" he yelled.

"No Jack, get out of the truck and I will drive"

"Damn it Sam, I can drive"

"I don't care Jack, you are in no condition to drive so either get out of the driver's side and into the passenger's side or get your ass in my car. Now!" She said firmly, and she was surprised to find that Jack actually listened to her and climbed over into the passenger side. "Thank you" she said, climbing in and starting the engine.

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Arriving at the hospital Jack jumped out of the truck before Sam even had a chance to park the truck, and as soon as she parked the truck Sam practically ran into the hospital, surprised to find that Jack was waiting in the lobby for her. She was expecting to have to find Charlie's floor alone.

"Jack" she said walking toward him and he grabbed her hand, dragging her towards the elevator.

"Charlie's on the surgical floor" he told her, it was the first time he had spoken to her since the argument over who was driving. Finally arriving on the surgical floor, Jack and Sam saw Sara pacing the hall, her face buried in her hands.

"Sara"

"Jack... I am so sorry" she said sobbing into her hands, and Jack pulled her in for a hug, he met Sam's eyes above Sara's shoulder, and she smiled at him, letting him know that it was okay. Sam knew that Sara needed Jack's support right now and she wasn't about to deny her that.

"Sara... What happened?" Jack asked her pulling away from Sara and reaching out for Sam, who wrapped her arm around his waist and leaned into him as she reached out and took Sara's hand.

"I thought Charlie was still in the back yard, it wasn't until I heard... heard... the..."

"Heard, what Sara?" He asked, praying that she wasn't going to say what he thought she was going to say. His mind wondered back to that moment two years before.

"I am asking you to help me Jack" she said, taking a deep breath before asking him the one question she never wanted to ask.

"With what?" He asked her.

"I need a gun, Jack" she told him.

"No" he told her, not willing to have a gun in the house where his son lived.

"Jack I am terrified that Paul might try to hurt me and I am thinking of Charlie"

"Sara... You hate guns... Especially having them in the house with Charlie around.

"I know... But it is for Charlie's safety I am talking about" she told him, seeing how reluctant he felt.

"What if Charlie hurt's himself?" He said sadly.

"I would keep it out of Charlie's reach, I promise and he knows not to touch your gun Jack!" She told him but he still hated the idea of a gun around Charlie especially as he wasn't in the house.

"I don't know" he said looking down at his hands.

"Please Jack!" She begged him, and Jack looked up at her, not believing that he was considering agreeing to this.

"G... G... G... Gun shot!" She finally got out not able to look at her ex husband, it was exactly what he feared.

"What?" He said tensing up.

"I am sorry..."

"Don't Sara... I told you that I didn't want a gun in the house when I wasn't there"

"It was locked away" she said, knowing it was her own fault.

"Obviously not enough, you just had to ask for that gun, didn't you Sara? If he dies it is your fault!" He yelled at her causing her to finch.

"Jack, you will not speak to Sara like that. I know you are upset, so am I, but yelling at Sara right now isn't going to help Charlie!" Sam said, taking both his hands in her's until he pulled away from her.

"Upset... You, not likely he is my son..." Sam recoiled from Jack like he had slapped her, but she knew that he hurting, so she grabbed his arm and made him face her.

"Don't you dare finish that Jack" Sam warned him before noticing a gravely faced doctor walking toward them.

"Mrs O'Neill" he said approaching Sara.

"Doctor, how is he?" Jack asked him, and the doctor looked at Sara.

"This is Charlie's father Jack and his wife Sam" Sara said.

"I am so sorry, we did everything we could. Charlie died on the operating table"

"No... No... No... My baby" Sara cried.

Sam took her in her arms, noticing that Jack was frozen to the spot. She wanted to freeze, but she knew that Jack and Sara needed support so she pulled up her military bravado, even though her heart was breaking, she loved that little boy as if he was her own, but someone needed to be a shoulder to cry on for both Jack and Sara, and she knew it had to be her.

Sam looked up at Jack, he wouldn't even look at her, he walked straight past her and Sara. Sam tried calling out his name but he either didn't hear her or he ignored her.

I always dread posting this chapter.