Summary: Death Knell. This story follows season 7 and the relations surrounding Jack and Sam. Little excerpts from the episodes in their point of view.

A/N

Did anyone notice that Colonel O'Neill asked about Major Carter before anyone else? Granted, she is on his team - but still.

'Just a Few Minutes: Part 2'

Dinsmore

A few thoughts throughout the episode:

MIA

(Jack)

Jack looked on to the Stargate from the briefing room solemnly. Every one from Earth in the room had been shocked at her disappearance.

'I would know if she was gone.'

Jacob had been oddly quiet, Daniel had looked around a lot and Teal'c had fiddled with his pen. All Jack had done was look at the Stargate.

He had an overwhelming desire to run through it to find her. That thing was following her and she didn't have an advantage.

'Damn it!'

MIA

(Sam)

'I'm MIA and there is no sign of the Alpha site or rescue.'

Sam was bleeding badly from the head, arm and leg.

He - they must be so worried.

Truthfully she hadn't had a lot of time to thing of leaving a trail or to dwell on particular males.

'Da-' (Crash)

'Thank god for that tree, get up Carter!'

Walking through the woods

(Jack)

It had taken so long to get here and start searching that Jack was pent up profusely.

'Why did it have to be her? I'm going to personally kill the person who let the info loose! Damn it!'

His mind was racing, unaware of Teal'c's knowing but curious glances.

He was taking in all the info he could. The blood spayed on the groung and brush, the footprints, condition and direction.

He was worried.

(Neeaauuoooww - bang, pheeeww - crash)

'THE UAV!'

Walking through the woods

(Sam)

'Where has the 'super-soldier' gone. He must be on my tail. The - '

(Neeaaoouuww)

'UAV!'

Sam wrenched her arm up to signal and try to get the attention of the camera men.

'Come on - '

(Bang, pheeww - crash.'

'Damn it!'

Battle

(Jack)

When Jack finally had her beautiful face next to him he wanted to embrace her and never let go. His heart was racing from the previous image of seeing her pinned down by the 'super-soldier'.

"Carter, I need - "

She handed the prototype to him.

"Thanks." He slotted it into the compartment and fired once, twice, three times. It finally fell and Jack could look into her face. He had not noticed the dirt smudged over her, or the blood smeared on her face. All he had seen as Sam.

Battle

(Sam)

'This is it - '

(Bang, Bang.'

Sam ran as well as she could through the smoke and against her leg. Stumbling she scrambled behind the rock mound.

There he was. The man she depended on. Rescuing her!

She looked up at him, noticing the worry and concentration lines on his face.

(Bang, phew, phew, phew.)

"Carter, I need - "

Sam was way ahead of him. A brief contact of eyes lifted her spirits and a small brush of hand wavered her emotions.

Found Her

(Sam)

"I just need to rest." She said quietly.

Somewhere deep down she acknowledged she was sitting next to him and finally had the chance to seem him again, but it was quickly swept away with desire to collapse.

She heard some muffled sounds and changed them into words.

"Hey, come 'ere." She inclined her head to him to see his arm outstretched.

Relief washed over her as she leaned into him. She was surprised at his heart beat - subtle, slow but static. He was warm and lovely. For the first time in 2 days, she felt safe.

Found Her

(Jack)

There she was. So scared, helpless and tired. She was so beautiful to him, the dirt, blood and mess unseen by his own adoring eyes.

He could see she need rest and bit a collapsation. He pondered and argued with himself whether to comfort her. In a decent way - of course. With a spurt of courage, he simpered: "Hey, come 'ere."

It took her a second to decide to lean on him, which worried him slightly. Was she scared to lean on him or talk to him because of recent events concerning her life? His worries were soon swiped away by the rush of emotion that surged through him as she settled on his shoulder. She was a little too warm to be sure and she was shaking slightly, but her breathing was even and he could still make out that 'Golden Carter' smell. He relaxed and let the pent up strain turned relief wash over him.

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I thought of the 'Golden Carter' smell because you can imagine what she must smell like to Jack. I'll leave it to you to think about what 'Golden' smells like. Think on it. (Play on words as well - Her hair, goody-two-shoes!)

Dinsmore