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A/N: Only one word. If you get it right, you will know what to do. OK... I'll give you a hint. R...

Till the end of the time

Chapter 2

Hospital quarters of SGC were unusually quiet for this time of a day. Late afternoon. At least someone who needed medical attention should have been there. For the sake of all those unused test that sat in the drawers waiting for another mission and another blood test after it. But if you were to listen closer, constant beeping sound could be heard. Of course, one could always mistaken it for the background noise of the generators. Samantha Carter would. After all, she was a scientist. She thought like one, acted as one. It was logical.

What was not logical was that the sound was a sound of the life support machine onto which that same Samantha Carter was hooked up to. White curtains shielded her fragile body from the view.

Some distance away, another woman, doctor by the looks of it, sat at the desk, her head lowered in her hands, completely still. Janet Fraiser, medical doctor, just had to put her friend on the machine, because there was nothing else she could do for her, and to literally wrestle out Colonel Jack O'Neill who insisted on staying with his hurt 2IC. In the next few minutes she will have to get up, walk to the debriefing room, look into four pairs of worried eyes, and tell them that nothing changed.

Sam was still fighting for her life.

Major Samantha Carter POV

Oh, my God. It hurts. It hurts so much. Someone, anyone... help me... Oh, oh, hell, what is going on? Where am I? And will someone please turn off that annoying sound!?! My head is bursting. Think, Samantha, think. What happened? Another mission? No, I have a feeling it's not it... I had too much to drink? Well, that would be an option, if I actually drank. Turn that beeping off, God damn it! I am getting headache! Wrong, I already have one... maybe I did hang over? Well, what the hell if I did? It is not like I didn't have a good reason. Jack's indifference is always a good reason to get drunk. Colonel... I... Jack? No, I must be dreaming. Yeah, that's it. I am sleeping and I have sleep paralysis, that's why I can't move... Jack? No, it can't be. Colonel would never hurt me. It must have been a dream. Well, if it is, that why the hell am I feeling so beaten... Last time I felt like that was back in the Academy when I kicked that stupid Eric's ass. That was good. Oh my God! Jack!?!

Startling sound awoke Janet from her slumber on the desk. Life support machine was squealing like crazy. Sound that she knew too well, and prayed to hearing it as less as possible. Sound of a heart that stopped beating.

"Christy! Get me..."

Back to Major's POV

It was him. I am not dreaming. I can hear Janet scream... Something about losing me... I don't care, I just want to know how. How could that be? Jack did... attack me. I remember... he came, he was upset... I don't know why. Janet, please stop sending those shocks through me and let me think! I have to get to the bottom of this, while I can. He started yelling. At me. Colonel never yelled at me before. Never. And then, he hit me. And I hit the floor. Janet, it hurts, stop doing that! Now! He... I tried to fight back. Why? Why did he do that? There was nothing I could do... I remember him crouching above me... His lip is cut. I must have had one good punch then. And then black. It is all black after that... Wait a second... did I just open my eyes? There is some light over there... it looks like Stargate...

"Charge at 300!" Dr. Fraiser's voice echoed the room, and two nurses kept running around, getting medical equipment. Janet's last sentence resulted in a brief outburst of shock through Major's body.

At the door, Daniel Jackson stood. His eyes kept darting across the room, carefully avoiding the site where Janet and nurses were congregated around Sam's bed. He was blinking constantly, although it wasn't too clear whether he was doing that to smear the tears that kept resurfing in the corner of his eyes or because he had a hard time griping the reality.

Sound of machine was still long, loud whistle. Monotonous.

In the room of five people, only four hearts were beating, although with such an intensity that it could compensate for the fifth one, which was still. In the room of five people, no one breathed.

A/N: This was one evil cliffhanger. Evil me. :) OK. Here is the deal. Wanna know what happens next? Wanna know did Jack really attack good Major? Then, review. And I go on with the story, and everyone is happy. Or will be. Whatever. Just review.