*Sorry it took so long, but hey! Here's a longer chapter especially for Lynn!* *Oooh and warnings for a bit of violence and much sappiness! And character death, but no one likes him anyway (no I'm not killing Jonas.Yet.)* *Not that I associate Lynn with violence and sappiness, of course.* *Am I digging myself a hole here?* *Shall I just get on with it now then?* *OK* *Sorry!*

Apophis rose to his feet slowly. He felt a shiver of fear run up his spine. This man was supposed to be dead, and yet here he was, aiming a gun at him.

"Good" Hissed Jack. He tucked his gun away and as quick as lightning he placed a blow across Apophis' cheek.

"That's for Teal'c."

As Apophis struggled to right himself, he fell to another blow from the other side.

"That's for Daniel."

A blow to the stomach.

"That's for Sha're. And this," A blow to the groin, "is for Skaara you asshole."

Apophis keeled over, almost blinded by the pain. Even his super-Goa'uld- strength didn't stop the searing agony. He looked up to see Jack staring at him, and redraw his gun.

"And this. is for Sam." Three shots were fired. Two were directed at Apophis' kneecaps, they exploded as the bullets hit them, spraying blood around the room. The third shot had been delayed. In order to let Apophis feel the pain before the third bullet embedded itself into his brain.

The Goa'uld left the body as Jack whispered softly "Sorry Thomas." Jack spied the snake headed directly towards the nearest available body- Jack's. Jack bent down and picked up the squirming worm. He stared at it as suddenly the door burst open. He was faced with marines holding an array of guns, pointing in his direction. Major Davis stepped through to the front and seeing Jack holding the Goa'uld ordered the men to stand down. He glanced at the body and then at Jack.

"Colonel. Is that Apophis?" He nodded at the creature in Jack's hand. Jack expertly twisted his thumb and forefinger till he heard the satisfying snap and the struggle ended.

"It was." He replied.

Jack dropped Apophis on the floor and left the room. No one stopped him. He left the building and hired a taxi.

*****

"Jack!" Sam flung her arms around her fiancée and held him tight. She had been consumed with worry since he had gone after Apophis. It was then that she finally realised how much she loved him, how much she needed him.

Jack returned her embrace and she breathed in deep the smell of Jack. Her hands rubbed his back and his hers. Jack bent his head down and planted a kiss on the top f her head and then buried his face into her hair. They would have both happily stayed like that forever, but unfortunately that was not an option.

"I love you so much Sammy." Whispered Jack lovingly into Sam's ear. She murmured a reply which was smothered by his shirt, but he knew what she was saying. "I love you too."

Sam pulled away and slapped Jack. He looked at her in shock.

"Don't you ever scare me like that again you bastard!" She sobbed and then she pulled him into a passionate kiss. Jack smiled inwardly and kissed her back, in between kisses, when they broke apart for air he managed to mutter "I promise I will never leave you again Sammy. Never ever." It took him quite sometime to get all that out, but he managed, and it wasn't although he needed to hurry. They would have all the time in the world.

*****

Janet opened the door and closed it again. General Hammond looked at her questioningly, "Well?"

"They're still kissing sir."

Hammond shook his head. He had been waiting to speak to Jack for five minutes. Teal'c and Daniel had given up waiting to get to talk to Jack after fifteen minutes. They were currently playing "The Jackal and the Hound" in Daniel's office, in the opinion that when Jack wanted to see them, he'd find them. Hammond knew this because he had gone to check up on them. Nothing was wrong with them now. They were recovering well. In fact, Daniel was already on his seventh cup of coffee of the day and Teal'c had devoured an entire pot of "Ben and Jerry's". Definitely back to normal.

Jack and Sam emerged. They both looked a bit rumpled, but none the worse for wear.

"General." Jack began. "When are we getting downtime, exactly?"

"You're on downtime now Colonel."

"Until when?"

"Next week, if you're all recovered by then that is."

"Fine, Wednesday it is then." He and Sam then ran off down the corridor, narrowly missing Siler and his wrench. They had some very important phone calls to make.

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