Aftermath
by Mlle Lambert
Email: country@attglobal.net
Category: Angst, Romance
Spoilers: None that I can think of.
Season/Sequel: Future Season
Rating: PG
Content Warnings: Character Death
Pairings: Sam/Jack, Daniel/Janet, Sam/Daniel friendship
Summary: Everyone's thought about what happened. What now?
Status: Complete
Disclaimer: Whoever owns them owns them! If I did, I'd be writing the
scripts, not the fanfic!
Author's Notes: This is the last part in the story unless I get bugged
for a sequel.
Written: October 26, 2003
Archive: Ask me first.
Feedback: No flames!
Samantha Carter sat in her lab loading and unloading her gun. In
her head, she debated whether or not to end it all right at that
moment. Life was nothing without Jack.
The gate system had been down for about a week now, so no one had been
able to go through and survey the damage on P4A-779. Until they did,
Jack would not be declared dead. Why couldn't anything be easy?
Sliding the magazine into the Beretta, she took aim. Her finger
pressed the trigger. Her hands shook. Just a little further…
"Sam!" Daniel's voice broke into her thoughts.
"Go away!"
He was inching towards her slowly. "Sam, you don't want to do this."
"It's the only way." The weapon was still pointed at her. Sam could
barely see it through her tears. "I can't go on without him."
"Sam, think. This is not you. Jack wouldn't have wanted it this was."
Daniel was less than a foot away, and still moving closer. "Put the gun
down."
"No!" What was she saying? He was right. This wasn't her.
"Please, Sam. You have friends who can help you if you'd just let them
in. Come on, put down the gun."
Fresh tears streamed down her face. She yielded the gun to Daniel's
outstretched hand. He took her in his arms as she cried. "I'm sorry! I'm
so sorry! It just hurts so much!"
"I know, Sam, I know." Daniel kissed her hair. "We'll get you through
this, I promise."
Janet Fraiser sat in her office staring at the computer screen. A
presence made her look up. "How is she?" she asked the man standing at
the door.
"She's holding up, all things considered," he answered."
"Maybe I should—"
"No, she needs some time alone." "What happened earlier? I heard some
things that don't sound a bit like the Sam I know."
"She was going to shoot herself. I guess she felt she couldn't live
without Jack. If I hadn't walked in…"
"Oh, my God, Daniel." Janet couldn't imagine her best friend doing
such a thing.
"I wish none of this had happened…I wish…"
Janet rose from her chair. "That Jack had been selfish for once?"
"No, not that…" Daniel joined her as she sat on the edge of her desk.
"Sometimes I do." Janet sighed.
Daniel snaked his arm around her, and she laid her head on his
shoulder. "I know you do, Janet. I guess I do, too."
"Yeah…Daniel?" She looked up at him.
"What?"
"Do you think she might try to kill herself again?"
"She might."
"Well, then I have something that could cheer her up." Janet started
to get up, but Daniel caught her by the waist.
"And what is that?"
She turned to smile at him. "Sam's about seven weeks pregnant."
"Wow!" Daniel loosened his grip and Janet wriggled free. She was
almost out the door before he called, "Tell her congratulations for me!"
"Will do!" came the voice of Doctor Fraiser as she walked down the
hall to Sam's quarters.
"UNSCHEDULED OFF-WORLD ACTIVATION!"
Within moments the iris was closed.
"I'm not receiving an IDC, sir." Walter Davis told General Hammond.
A familiar voice suddenly filled the room. "It's about time! I've been
trying for a week now!"
"Colonel O'Neill? Major Carter said you were killed."
"I thought I was, too, but I woke up in that…thing three days after it
exploded around me."
Hammond nodded to the Tech. Sergeant, who opened the iris. "Colonel,
the iris has been opened."
"See you in a few seconds, sir."
In that time, General Hammond made it to the embarkation room. A
frantic Sam showed up about the time Jack stepped from the event
horizon.
"Sorry, Jack, but our gate system was down for several days. We'd just
gotten it up and running when you dialed us," Hammond spoke.
Jack then caught a glimpse of Sam. Her face was red as if she'd been
crying. "Sam," he said while they exchanged a warm embrace.
"I thought you were dead!" More tears slid down her cheeks. "Jack, what
happened?"
He kissed her forehead. "I'll explain later."
And so he did. Two weeks later, they were wed at a local church. Then,
as their baby girl was born seven months after that, they knew this was
the start of a wonderful life, for better or for worse. They were
together. They were alive. They were a family.