Thank you so much for reviewing the last chapter. Tissues will possibly be needed again for this chapter.

I know I said that there was four chapters left; for some reason I have 28 chapters in my head; unfortunately it not. The next chapter will be the final chapter followed by the epilogue.

Chapter 25- Charlie's funeral

The past week had been one of the hardest weeks for both Jack and Sam. After leaving the hospital Jack didn't come home for two days, which caused Sam to worry to no end. She wished that she could say things got better, but if anything they got worse. Jack spent hours either drinking himself into a stupor or around Sara's all the time. She knew from Sara that he spent all his time in Charlie's room. She wished that she had Jack by her side; so they could support each other, the only time she cried or allowed herself to grieve was when she was in bed alone at night.

It was the day of Charlie's funeral, and for the first time since that week, Jack spent a night at home. She found that she couldn't sleep especially when she found herself wrapped in her husband arms. She had missed him so much, but her heart broke all over again, when he pulled away from her again in the morning.

Standing in the church, Sam was grateful for Mel being there to support her. Jack was too wrapped up in his own grief that he never noticed that she was grieving too. She and Mel sat in the second pew waiting for Jack and Sara to come down. She was surprised when Jack pulled her up from the pew, wrapping his arm around her waist and guiding her to the front pew, and before sitting down she glanced back at Mel.

Sam found her hand being held and squeezed by Jack. As the minister started the service she couldn't hide her grief any longer, and feeling Jack's arms around her, made her let go and for the first time in a week, since Charlie died, she allowed her grief to break through. As the service finished and she followed Jack and Sara out to the graveyard, she could feel a twinge in her stomach, but she closed her eyes telling the baby to calm down until this was over with.

She needed to mourn the child she saw as a son and swore that their baby and any other children they would have, would know about their big brother. It had only been a week but she missed Charlie and she couldn't stop the tears as Charlie's coffin was lowered into the ground. She was grateful to feel Jack's support, it was what she needed right now.

Once they arrived back at the house, Sam figured it would be easier on them all if they had the wake at her's and Jack's. However right now lying on the bed with a hot water bottle resting over her stomach her cramps had started getting worse. Sam had her eyes closed when she could feel someone watching her, she knew it wasn't Jack. She opened her eyes to see Sara standing at the foot of the bed.

"Sara." She said going to sit up, but she held her hand out.

"No need to sit up Sam" she said walking over to the other side of the bed and sitting down on the edge. "How are you doing Sam? With all this, I hadn't thought about how it affected you"

"I am coping, I have no choice really"

"I am really sorry Jack, hasn't been there Sam"

"Sara, it is not your fault"

"I should have tried harder to get him to come home"

"Sara, you are both grieving..." Sam started to say as Jack walked into the room.

"Sam, are you coming out?"

"In a little while Jack, I am not feeling very well"

"Okay" he said walking out the bedroom and Sara followed him, grabbing his arm and she pulled him outside.

"Don't say it Sara" he warned her.

"Jack"

"Not today Sara"

"No Jack, it needs to be said"

"Can't it wait, for god sake we have just buried Charlie"

"Don't you think I know that Jack, he was my son too and I asked you for that gun"

"Sara"

"No Jack, you are doing to Sam what you did to me, pushing her away, and refusing to talk to her. She is grieving too, do you even care?"

"Of course I care, she is my wife"

"You have spent every night the past week at my house, in Charlie's room, have you even thought about your pregnant wife in there Jack?" Sara asked her ex husband, and taking one look at him, she knew that he hadn't. "Jack, your wife needs you" she told him entering the house.

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Sam never knew about the talk that Sara had given Jack on the day of Charlie's funeral, but for a couple of days, she noticed that Jack was slightly more attentive and actually spent more time at home, but not that things were much better. He was still drinking heavily, and started smoking again and Sam had no idea how to reach him. In a way she was relieved when he started going back over to Sara's again, but once again he was not coming home, and she had no idea what to do about it.

Sam drove over to Sara's one afternoon after getting a call from General West at the base, asking her to come in. Knocking on Sara's front door, she never felt comfortable walking into Sara house, and the few times she had been there, she never felt comfortable.

"Sam" Sara sounded surprised.

"Can I have a word with Jack?"

"Of course. He is up in Charlie's room"

"Thank you" she said, making her way upstairs, and what she saw didn't surprise her, Jack was sat on the edge of Charlie's bed clutching his baseball glove. She felt the tears welling up in her eyes; it was the first time she had been here since Charlie died. "Jack" she said quietly, placing her hand on his shoulder, he turned to look at her.

"Sam"

"Oh Jack" she wrapped her arms around him, and held him close. It broke her heart to see her husband this way, she could feel him shaking and she knew that he was crying. She just held him tighter, letting him cry.

"I'm sorry"

"Stop right there, Jack. It's okay. Come home tonight please?"

"Yes"

"Good, I need to go to the base for a couple of hours; there is something wrong with the computer system. I will see you at home" she told him.

"Okay, love you"

"I love you too" she told him, hoping that she might finally get a part of her husband back, she brushed his lips with her own.

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Jack was starting to get worried, Sam had called him a couple of hours before saying that she would be home soon, he had started to get dinner ready knowing that he had a lot to make up for, he had pushed her away after the events of the last two weeks. Seeing Sam at Sara's earlier, he had finally realised that she was grieving too and that she had lost weight, weight that she couldn't afford to lose anyway and especially not with being pregnant. He had tried calling her cell but knew that she wouldn't get any signal in Cheyenne Mountain.

"Come on Sam" he whispered "Where are you"

When she still wasn't home an hour later, Jack was just about to pick up the phone and dial Cheyenne when it rang.

"Jack O'Neill"

"Mr O'Neill, this is Dr Warner at the Academy hospital. Captain Carter has recently been brought in" Jack hangs up before quickly turning the oven off. On the way to the hospital all he think was that he couldn't lose Sam too, not so close to losing Charlie.