TITLE: To Earn Freedom
AUTHOR: Sharim
EMAIL: MissSharim@yahoo.com.au
CATEGORY: Action, Angst, Drama, Adventure.
PAIRING: Sam/Jack, Other
SPOILERS: Minor for: Children of the Gods, In the Line of Duty, The Nox, Tok'ra I & II, Cold Lazarus, Pretense, Serpent Song, Forever in a Day,
SEASON / SEQUEL: Post Fair Game,
RATING: PG
CONTENT WARNINGS: Violence.
SUMMARY: Sometimes, the price of freedom is siding with the enemy.
STATUS: Working on it!
ARCHIVE: Sam and Jack, Heliopolis, My site (when I stop slacking off).
DISCLAIMER: Stargate SG-1 and its characters are the property of Showtime/Viacom, MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, and Gekko Productions. We have written this story for entertainment purposes only and no money whatsoever has exchanged hands. No copyright infringement is intended. The original characters, situations, and story are the property of the authors. Not to be archived without permission of the authors.
A/N: So, here we are, nearing the end (I hope) of what has turned out to be a beautiful friendship between fanfic author and reader *BIG SMILES* Here is the next part of my fic, and while you read I'm off to watch my NEW STARGATE EPS!! *G* Enjoy..
This one is ALLLLLLLLL for jez who is the bestest most wonderful person :D and also to Aardie for the letter that never got sent, and to feather for her webmaster skills ;)
And to suds for *finally* beta'ing.
Ps if anyone has forgotten what's happened or wants to read it from scratch, then www.fanfiction.net under 'sharim' would be the place to find it, seeing as my website no longer exists ~withering glares at topcities~
Chapter Nineteen
"How are you feeling, Colonel?" Hammond asked as O'Neill dropped into a chair around the briefing table.
"Fine, Sir."
Hammond didn't think he looked fine, but he let it pass.
"Who are we waiting for, General?"
"No one, son."
Hammond didn't look particularly happy, Jack realised with a start. There was a tension in his eyes.
"Have you spoken to either Dr. Jackson or Teal'c today?"
"No, I haven't seen them. Daniel was supposed to come for a chess game last night but he never pitched."
Hammond scrubbed a hand over his face, sitting back in his chair. "Jack, Sha're died."
"Excuse me?"
"Yesterday. On Abydos. SG-8 went through for the usual meeting to find that she'd taken the Abydonian's captive. They put up a fight, released the Abydonians and killed her in the process."
"They killed her?" Jack exploded, slapping his hands onto the table.
"Defence, Jack. She had already killed Jenkins and was about to do the same to Technical Sergeant Martin."
"Couldn't they just have winged her or something?" Jack asked softly, closing his eyes.
Hammond remained silent.
"Does Daniel know?"
Hammond nodded.
"How is he?"
"I don't know. When I told him he left without saying a word. Dr. Fraiser says he went to. to look at her, but after that I don't know."
"And you let him leave?"
"Teal'c is with him."
Jack felt better immediately, sighing as he gazed down at the tabletop. "Sir, I'd like to go and find him-"
"Negative."
"General?"
"Jack, you've only been up since this morning. Three days ago we thought you wouldn't make it. Major Carter still isn't out of the woods. I can't risk letting you get too far away from her in case it has a bad effect on the two of you."
Jack sighed, resting his head on his hands.
"I just thought you should know, Jack."
Jack grunted. Yes, he wanted to know that his best friend's wife was dead.
"I'll let you know when he arrives."
"Thanks."
Jack stood silently, feeling old and tired as he left the briefing room slowly.
Sha're was dead.
Sha're was dead.
How did Daniel feel? What was he going through?
Jack hesitated. Jack knew what Daniel was going through. He'd lost Charlie, hadn't he? And then he'd nearly lost Carter.
Losing Carter. Why did the idea of losing Carter terrify him so much? The same way the idea of losing either Daniel or Teal'c drove a stake of fear so deep into his heart that he doubted he'd ever be able to remove it.
The world around him lurched angrily, fuzzy streaks of colour blurring dazedly.
"Colonel?"
He frowned, glancing at Fraiser with confused eyes. "Doc?"
"You feeling okay, Sir?"
"Tired," he whispered, his eyes starting to flutter closed.
"I knew you shouldn't have gotten up yet," she scolded gently, her arms strong and firm around him, keeping him steady as she guided him towards his bed.
"Carter?"
"She's fine. Still asleep, but she's doing just fine. Get some rest, Sir."
The sheets were cold and crisp, freshly changed obviously.
Jack closed his eyes and let the darkness claim him.
~o0o~
"Go away."
"I will not go away."
"I want to be alone, damn you!"
"I believe that would be most unwise, Daniel Jackson."
"Wise? What you would know about wise, Teal'c?" Daniel Jackson face was pulled into a grimace, his unsteady blue eyes staring wildly at Teal'c. "It's all your fault anyway! You're the one who chose her!"
Teal'c remained silent, acknowledging the truth that stung like acid on his mind. Yes, it had been his decision to offer Sha're as a host. It had been him that had chosen her from the many Abydonians.
It was his fault.
"I am ashamed of that, Daniel Jackson."
The archaeologist fell silent, his nervous fingers fiddling with the bottle held unsteadily between them. Daniel Jackson was intoxicated, and very much so. Teal'c was surprised by the amount of alcohol he had consumed, and was still drinking strongly.
"Perhaps it would be wise if you retired-"
"Why? So that I don't get anyone else killed or hurt?" The words were spat with fury.
Teal'c frowned, confused.
"Let's face facts Teal'c, everyone I care about dies or gets hurt. First my parents, then Sha're and Skaara, and now Sam. Goodness knows how many times Jack's been injured and hurt trying to protect me."
"I was referring to your bed, Daniel Jackson."
"Oh. Yes of course you were." A high pitched giggle escaped from his mouth and fell miserably flat in the silent room.
"Major Carter will recover, Daniel Jackson. It was not you that caused her injury, it was an accident."
Teal'c watched as Daniel Jackson clumsily raised a sleeved arm to his face and rubbed at his red and swollen eyes.
"It was my bullet, Teal'c. I shot the bullet that hurt Sam."
"If you had shot Major Carter directly, she would not be alive. The bullet rebounded off a rock and that is what struck Major Carter." Teal'c was growing tired with repeating the same reasoning at Daniel Jackson.
"And it was my fooling around with the gate and trying to explore that got Sha're captured," he continued, ignoring Teal'c. "And it was my begging Jack that convinced him to allow Harlan to make copies of us. Another reality of the SGC sacrificed themselves for me-"
"You were willing to sacrifice yourself also, Daniel Jackson." Teal'c's voice was sharp.
Fat tears slowly dripped out the side of Daniel Jackson's eyes and crept slowly down his cheeks. He made no attempt to wipe them away.
"She's gone, Teal'c," he whispered.
Teal'c swallowed roughly and stood up, placing a strong hand on Daniel Jackson's shoulder.
"She is. But the war is not over yet, and you are still needed."
"But Sha're."
Teal'c stood awkwardly, watching as Daniel Jackson dissolved before him, sobs shaking his worn and tired body. As the storm raged in his friend, Teal'c waited, eventually picking up the archaeologist and carrying him carefully to his bed.
He stood for a moment, his eyes resting on Daniel Jackson's sleeping frame before flicking off the light.
Yes, Sha're was dead, and Teal'c would live with the guilt of her death on his shoulders for the rest of his life, just as he carried the guilt of thousands of other deaths.
The Goa'uld had to be stopped.
~o0o~
"How are you feeling, Sam?"
"Tired," Sam smiled sleepily, stifling a yawn.
"You've certainly been sleeping enough!" Janet teased gently. "Open."
Sam obediently opened her mouth, letting her eyes flutter closed as Janet continued to examine her.
"S'good to be back," she whispered, content to let Janet do what Janet had to do.
"It's also very good having you back," Janet agreed promptly.
"Where's the Colonel?"
"Honestly Sam, you've only been awake for a few minutes and already you're busy worrying about nothing."
Sam flushed slightly, opening her eyes to grin sheepishly at Janet. The smile died though as she took in Janet's face. "What?"
"Sam. I want you to close your eyes and tell me if you feel anything, okay?"
"Janet?" Sam demanded, staring intently at Janet despite the fingers of sleep clutching at her again.
"Please, Sam."
"What's wrong?"
"I'm not sure yet. Just. just do it, okay?"
Sam hesitated before closing her eyes.
"Feel that?"
"Feel what?" Sam asked, worry tinging her voice.
"Good."
"Good?"
"I just wanted to check you weren't making anything up."
Sam frowned. What was Janet doing?
There was a nudge on her stomach. "OW! Janet!"
"Sorry! How about this?"
Fear turned the roof her mouth dry. "Should I be feeling something?"
There was silence.
"Janet?" She clutched out desperately, her eyes flying open as she tried to sit upright on the bed.
"Easy Sam, careful."
"What's wrong?"
"Shhh." Janet stroked the hair back off her forehead gently. "Lie down, Sam. That's it."
"Janet, what's going on?" Sam demanded.
"You're going to have to tell her, Doc." The Colonel's voice was strangely emotionless, and Sam strained her head to try and catch sight of him, ignoring the pain her abdomen and the way the world started to spin.
"Colonel?"
"I'm here, Carter."
"Get some rest, Sam, we'll talk when you wake up again."
"No." Sam protested, but she knew it was pointless because the darkness was crowding in on her vision again and her head thumped an aching staccato that throbbed in time with the burning in her stomach.
~o0o~
Janet bit her lip, keeping her back to the Colonel as she continued to stare down at Sam.
"It doesn't take a medical genius to realise that was bad," the Colonel commented.
Janet's eyes stung. "I know."
"She'll have nightmares now and keep me awake the whole night," he continued to complain good-naturedly.
"I'll give you something then," Janet snapped, flicking the clipboard shut and hanging it roughly at the foot of Sam's bed.
"It's bad, isn't it?" he asked eventually.
She didn't want to turn to him. She didn't want to have him see the grief and the sorrow in her eyes, or the tears running unchecked down her cheeks.
"Yes," sniff, "it is."
Sniff.
"Are you crying?"
No. Of course she wasn't crying.
"Doc?"
"She can't feel a thing on her legs. Even her thighs."
There was silence, and she turned to face him eventually. He said nothing about the mascara lines down her cheeks.
"I don't think Sam will ever walk again." The words cut at her, taunting her. Sam, not walking. She couldn't picture Sam in a wheelchair, she couldn't imagine Sam not in the military.
"It's not like she could have stayed in the military anyway."
Janet frowned, finally wiping at her tears. "What do you mean?"
"This link thing between us. It's a liability, a weakness. Imagine if one of us got caught off-world, then the other one would have to stay behind. Or if one of us died the other one would drop dead immediately."
Janet nodded roughly, understanding the logic.
"You know what really sucks?" he continued.
She shook her head mutely.
"I can't even go up to my cabin alone now."
She grinned. "You could always take Sam with you," she suggested, a glint in her eyes despite the sadness in her heart.
"Carter? Nah, she'd hate it. Fishing and quiet. No technology, no phones. no hot water."
Janet broke into a broad grin. "It's about time that she learns to relax."
O'Neill eyed her warily. "Are you playing matchmaker now, Doc?"
"Well, it's not like regulations will be a problem anymore."
To her surprise, the Colonel started chuckling.
"What?"
"We're friends, Doc. That's all, friends."
Janet smiled. "So?"
And to her satisfaction, the smile on O'Neill's face turned a little hesitant.
"Colonel, she's going to need someone to help her."
"And so you're volunteering me because of this link thing?" he asked suspiciously.
"And the fact that you're friends." Janet grinned, wiping at her eyes again. "Friends help each other."
He looked at her solemnly. "I would have done it anyway."
Janet already knew that.
~o0o~
Hammond sat at the foot of the bed silently, watching as she slept.
"Sir?" O'Neill broke the silence.
"Yes Jack?"
"How will she see Dad?"
Hammond sighed. That was an easier question than Hammond had expected. "She knows about the Stargate already, Jack, and she knows about Selmak. When Jacob is on-world then he can leave the base and go visit her."
O'Neill fell silent, and Hammond knew his gaze was also resting on Sam. "It's not really fair, is it?" he asked eventually, but Hammond knew it was rhetorical. "It's not fair on Daniel, especially not now, and it's not fair on Carter either."
Hammond nodded in agreement. No, it wasn't fair. Life was never fair.
"At least she's alive, Jack."
Silence.
"It's not fair to you either."
"No, it's not, but it's worse for her."
"Why?"
O'Neill smiled. "She's gonna be stuck with me in close proximity for the rest of her life."
Hammond chuckled. Yes, Carter was going to be in for a tough time, but somehow Hammond didn't think that being stuck with O'Neill would be the biggest of her concerns.
~o0o~
That's it.
Please send feedback and review or else I'm gonna send the big guy with the gold emblem on his head and goa'uld in his gut after you.
And it won't be pretty. I promise looks menacing
AUTHOR: Sharim
EMAIL: MissSharim@yahoo.com.au
CATEGORY: Action, Angst, Drama, Adventure.
PAIRING: Sam/Jack, Other
SPOILERS: Minor for: Children of the Gods, In the Line of Duty, The Nox, Tok'ra I & II, Cold Lazarus, Pretense, Serpent Song, Forever in a Day,
SEASON / SEQUEL: Post Fair Game,
RATING: PG
CONTENT WARNINGS: Violence.
SUMMARY: Sometimes, the price of freedom is siding with the enemy.
STATUS: Working on it!
ARCHIVE: Sam and Jack, Heliopolis, My site (when I stop slacking off).
DISCLAIMER: Stargate SG-1 and its characters are the property of Showtime/Viacom, MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, and Gekko Productions. We have written this story for entertainment purposes only and no money whatsoever has exchanged hands. No copyright infringement is intended. The original characters, situations, and story are the property of the authors. Not to be archived without permission of the authors.
A/N: So, here we are, nearing the end (I hope) of what has turned out to be a beautiful friendship between fanfic author and reader *BIG SMILES* Here is the next part of my fic, and while you read I'm off to watch my NEW STARGATE EPS!! *G* Enjoy..
This one is ALLLLLLLLL for jez who is the bestest most wonderful person :D and also to Aardie for the letter that never got sent, and to feather for her webmaster skills ;)
And to suds for *finally* beta'ing.
Ps if anyone has forgotten what's happened or wants to read it from scratch, then www.fanfiction.net under 'sharim' would be the place to find it, seeing as my website no longer exists ~withering glares at topcities~
Chapter Nineteen
"How are you feeling, Colonel?" Hammond asked as O'Neill dropped into a chair around the briefing table.
"Fine, Sir."
Hammond didn't think he looked fine, but he let it pass.
"Who are we waiting for, General?"
"No one, son."
Hammond didn't look particularly happy, Jack realised with a start. There was a tension in his eyes.
"Have you spoken to either Dr. Jackson or Teal'c today?"
"No, I haven't seen them. Daniel was supposed to come for a chess game last night but he never pitched."
Hammond scrubbed a hand over his face, sitting back in his chair. "Jack, Sha're died."
"Excuse me?"
"Yesterday. On Abydos. SG-8 went through for the usual meeting to find that she'd taken the Abydonian's captive. They put up a fight, released the Abydonians and killed her in the process."
"They killed her?" Jack exploded, slapping his hands onto the table.
"Defence, Jack. She had already killed Jenkins and was about to do the same to Technical Sergeant Martin."
"Couldn't they just have winged her or something?" Jack asked softly, closing his eyes.
Hammond remained silent.
"Does Daniel know?"
Hammond nodded.
"How is he?"
"I don't know. When I told him he left without saying a word. Dr. Fraiser says he went to. to look at her, but after that I don't know."
"And you let him leave?"
"Teal'c is with him."
Jack felt better immediately, sighing as he gazed down at the tabletop. "Sir, I'd like to go and find him-"
"Negative."
"General?"
"Jack, you've only been up since this morning. Three days ago we thought you wouldn't make it. Major Carter still isn't out of the woods. I can't risk letting you get too far away from her in case it has a bad effect on the two of you."
Jack sighed, resting his head on his hands.
"I just thought you should know, Jack."
Jack grunted. Yes, he wanted to know that his best friend's wife was dead.
"I'll let you know when he arrives."
"Thanks."
Jack stood silently, feeling old and tired as he left the briefing room slowly.
Sha're was dead.
Sha're was dead.
How did Daniel feel? What was he going through?
Jack hesitated. Jack knew what Daniel was going through. He'd lost Charlie, hadn't he? And then he'd nearly lost Carter.
Losing Carter. Why did the idea of losing Carter terrify him so much? The same way the idea of losing either Daniel or Teal'c drove a stake of fear so deep into his heart that he doubted he'd ever be able to remove it.
The world around him lurched angrily, fuzzy streaks of colour blurring dazedly.
"Colonel?"
He frowned, glancing at Fraiser with confused eyes. "Doc?"
"You feeling okay, Sir?"
"Tired," he whispered, his eyes starting to flutter closed.
"I knew you shouldn't have gotten up yet," she scolded gently, her arms strong and firm around him, keeping him steady as she guided him towards his bed.
"Carter?"
"She's fine. Still asleep, but she's doing just fine. Get some rest, Sir."
The sheets were cold and crisp, freshly changed obviously.
Jack closed his eyes and let the darkness claim him.
~o0o~
"Go away."
"I will not go away."
"I want to be alone, damn you!"
"I believe that would be most unwise, Daniel Jackson."
"Wise? What you would know about wise, Teal'c?" Daniel Jackson face was pulled into a grimace, his unsteady blue eyes staring wildly at Teal'c. "It's all your fault anyway! You're the one who chose her!"
Teal'c remained silent, acknowledging the truth that stung like acid on his mind. Yes, it had been his decision to offer Sha're as a host. It had been him that had chosen her from the many Abydonians.
It was his fault.
"I am ashamed of that, Daniel Jackson."
The archaeologist fell silent, his nervous fingers fiddling with the bottle held unsteadily between them. Daniel Jackson was intoxicated, and very much so. Teal'c was surprised by the amount of alcohol he had consumed, and was still drinking strongly.
"Perhaps it would be wise if you retired-"
"Why? So that I don't get anyone else killed or hurt?" The words were spat with fury.
Teal'c frowned, confused.
"Let's face facts Teal'c, everyone I care about dies or gets hurt. First my parents, then Sha're and Skaara, and now Sam. Goodness knows how many times Jack's been injured and hurt trying to protect me."
"I was referring to your bed, Daniel Jackson."
"Oh. Yes of course you were." A high pitched giggle escaped from his mouth and fell miserably flat in the silent room.
"Major Carter will recover, Daniel Jackson. It was not you that caused her injury, it was an accident."
Teal'c watched as Daniel Jackson clumsily raised a sleeved arm to his face and rubbed at his red and swollen eyes.
"It was my bullet, Teal'c. I shot the bullet that hurt Sam."
"If you had shot Major Carter directly, she would not be alive. The bullet rebounded off a rock and that is what struck Major Carter." Teal'c was growing tired with repeating the same reasoning at Daniel Jackson.
"And it was my fooling around with the gate and trying to explore that got Sha're captured," he continued, ignoring Teal'c. "And it was my begging Jack that convinced him to allow Harlan to make copies of us. Another reality of the SGC sacrificed themselves for me-"
"You were willing to sacrifice yourself also, Daniel Jackson." Teal'c's voice was sharp.
Fat tears slowly dripped out the side of Daniel Jackson's eyes and crept slowly down his cheeks. He made no attempt to wipe them away.
"She's gone, Teal'c," he whispered.
Teal'c swallowed roughly and stood up, placing a strong hand on Daniel Jackson's shoulder.
"She is. But the war is not over yet, and you are still needed."
"But Sha're."
Teal'c stood awkwardly, watching as Daniel Jackson dissolved before him, sobs shaking his worn and tired body. As the storm raged in his friend, Teal'c waited, eventually picking up the archaeologist and carrying him carefully to his bed.
He stood for a moment, his eyes resting on Daniel Jackson's sleeping frame before flicking off the light.
Yes, Sha're was dead, and Teal'c would live with the guilt of her death on his shoulders for the rest of his life, just as he carried the guilt of thousands of other deaths.
The Goa'uld had to be stopped.
~o0o~
"How are you feeling, Sam?"
"Tired," Sam smiled sleepily, stifling a yawn.
"You've certainly been sleeping enough!" Janet teased gently. "Open."
Sam obediently opened her mouth, letting her eyes flutter closed as Janet continued to examine her.
"S'good to be back," she whispered, content to let Janet do what Janet had to do.
"It's also very good having you back," Janet agreed promptly.
"Where's the Colonel?"
"Honestly Sam, you've only been awake for a few minutes and already you're busy worrying about nothing."
Sam flushed slightly, opening her eyes to grin sheepishly at Janet. The smile died though as she took in Janet's face. "What?"
"Sam. I want you to close your eyes and tell me if you feel anything, okay?"
"Janet?" Sam demanded, staring intently at Janet despite the fingers of sleep clutching at her again.
"Please, Sam."
"What's wrong?"
"I'm not sure yet. Just. just do it, okay?"
Sam hesitated before closing her eyes.
"Feel that?"
"Feel what?" Sam asked, worry tinging her voice.
"Good."
"Good?"
"I just wanted to check you weren't making anything up."
Sam frowned. What was Janet doing?
There was a nudge on her stomach. "OW! Janet!"
"Sorry! How about this?"
Fear turned the roof her mouth dry. "Should I be feeling something?"
There was silence.
"Janet?" She clutched out desperately, her eyes flying open as she tried to sit upright on the bed.
"Easy Sam, careful."
"What's wrong?"
"Shhh." Janet stroked the hair back off her forehead gently. "Lie down, Sam. That's it."
"Janet, what's going on?" Sam demanded.
"You're going to have to tell her, Doc." The Colonel's voice was strangely emotionless, and Sam strained her head to try and catch sight of him, ignoring the pain her abdomen and the way the world started to spin.
"Colonel?"
"I'm here, Carter."
"Get some rest, Sam, we'll talk when you wake up again."
"No." Sam protested, but she knew it was pointless because the darkness was crowding in on her vision again and her head thumped an aching staccato that throbbed in time with the burning in her stomach.
~o0o~
Janet bit her lip, keeping her back to the Colonel as she continued to stare down at Sam.
"It doesn't take a medical genius to realise that was bad," the Colonel commented.
Janet's eyes stung. "I know."
"She'll have nightmares now and keep me awake the whole night," he continued to complain good-naturedly.
"I'll give you something then," Janet snapped, flicking the clipboard shut and hanging it roughly at the foot of Sam's bed.
"It's bad, isn't it?" he asked eventually.
She didn't want to turn to him. She didn't want to have him see the grief and the sorrow in her eyes, or the tears running unchecked down her cheeks.
"Yes," sniff, "it is."
Sniff.
"Are you crying?"
No. Of course she wasn't crying.
"Doc?"
"She can't feel a thing on her legs. Even her thighs."
There was silence, and she turned to face him eventually. He said nothing about the mascara lines down her cheeks.
"I don't think Sam will ever walk again." The words cut at her, taunting her. Sam, not walking. She couldn't picture Sam in a wheelchair, she couldn't imagine Sam not in the military.
"It's not like she could have stayed in the military anyway."
Janet frowned, finally wiping at her tears. "What do you mean?"
"This link thing between us. It's a liability, a weakness. Imagine if one of us got caught off-world, then the other one would have to stay behind. Or if one of us died the other one would drop dead immediately."
Janet nodded roughly, understanding the logic.
"You know what really sucks?" he continued.
She shook her head mutely.
"I can't even go up to my cabin alone now."
She grinned. "You could always take Sam with you," she suggested, a glint in her eyes despite the sadness in her heart.
"Carter? Nah, she'd hate it. Fishing and quiet. No technology, no phones. no hot water."
Janet broke into a broad grin. "It's about time that she learns to relax."
O'Neill eyed her warily. "Are you playing matchmaker now, Doc?"
"Well, it's not like regulations will be a problem anymore."
To her surprise, the Colonel started chuckling.
"What?"
"We're friends, Doc. That's all, friends."
Janet smiled. "So?"
And to her satisfaction, the smile on O'Neill's face turned a little hesitant.
"Colonel, she's going to need someone to help her."
"And so you're volunteering me because of this link thing?" he asked suspiciously.
"And the fact that you're friends." Janet grinned, wiping at her eyes again. "Friends help each other."
He looked at her solemnly. "I would have done it anyway."
Janet already knew that.
~o0o~
Hammond sat at the foot of the bed silently, watching as she slept.
"Sir?" O'Neill broke the silence.
"Yes Jack?"
"How will she see Dad?"
Hammond sighed. That was an easier question than Hammond had expected. "She knows about the Stargate already, Jack, and she knows about Selmak. When Jacob is on-world then he can leave the base and go visit her."
O'Neill fell silent, and Hammond knew his gaze was also resting on Sam. "It's not really fair, is it?" he asked eventually, but Hammond knew it was rhetorical. "It's not fair on Daniel, especially not now, and it's not fair on Carter either."
Hammond nodded in agreement. No, it wasn't fair. Life was never fair.
"At least she's alive, Jack."
Silence.
"It's not fair to you either."
"No, it's not, but it's worse for her."
"Why?"
O'Neill smiled. "She's gonna be stuck with me in close proximity for the rest of her life."
Hammond chuckled. Yes, Carter was going to be in for a tough time, but somehow Hammond didn't think that being stuck with O'Neill would be the biggest of her concerns.
~o0o~
That's it.
Please send feedback and review or else I'm gonna send the big guy with the gold emblem on his head and goa'uld in his gut after you.
And it won't be pretty. I promise looks menacing