What If... Chapter 2
Carter's POV

As they walk the bed down to the infirmary I clutch Colonel O'Neill's hand harder. I pray that he won't let go. I know that he probably thinks I'm just a bit confused, but even after all that I've been through; I know I'm not. I know that he probably thinks that I don't know whose hand I'm holding, that it doesn't matter, so long as it's someone. But I DO know, it DOES matter. Please don't let go sir, please.

Jack's POV

I'm walking by her bed, down to the infirmary. When I was praying that she'd be okay, I think she heard me. When she opened her eyes, she looked at me first. It probably doesn't mean anything, but I swear, when she said, "I was screaming for you to hear." She was looking at me. Not General Hammond, not Dr Fraiser, not Danny, not Teal'c, but ME. I'm probably only imagining things, but I hope she was saying it to me.

Carter's POV I must've fallen asleep on the way to the infirmary. The bed's stopped moving and it's really quiet in hear. I should probably open my eyes and let someone know I'm awake. Slowly, I do. I'm alone in a private part of the infirmary. I turn to the other side. It's dark, so I don't see at first, but there's someone sitting on a chair by my bed. I panic. Where's Colonel O'Neill? Why isn't he holding my hand? I sit up quickly and the figure takes my arm gently, be moves his hand down to my hand and holds it. "Shhhhhh." he whispers. It's Colonel O'Neill. "It's okay, you're safe. I'm here." I clutch his hand hard, I can't let go again.

Jack's POV She woke up a minute ago and panicked. I grabbed her hand to calm her down. I told her she'd be okay. I hope to hell I'm right. She's holding my hand tighter than before, like she refuses to let go. She falls asleep again and I settle back into the chair.