Sam awoke to find the cabin silent. "Jackson," she called out, but received no answer. "Jackson...the name sounded familiar, but only partially so. Thoughts swirled in head, so much so that she had a pounding headache. She felt so uncomfortable lying there in the bed so she decided to get up. She shifted in bed, moving carefully to the side and pulled the wheelchair in reach. Cautiously, she swung herself around and sat in the seat.
"So far, so good!" she thought. Her ribs screamed in protest and her vision clouded, but cleared. "Now let's go explore."
She thought about what she knew of her life...what he had told her. She felt like it was someone elses story, that she had not lived it. What was wrong with her? She took a deep breath. She was Karen Thomason and lived here with the man that loved her...the man she loved...didn't she.
She rolled into the living room and stopped, looking around. Grabbing a cushion from the sofa, she propped her leg up the coffee table. Looking at the coffee table she saw a wallet. She was just picking it up when the front door opened and Jackson walked in. To say he was surprised to see her up was an understatement. His face turned very pale and he almost dropped the bag he had in his arms.
"What are you doing in here?" He demanded angrily.
Sam was taken aback. "Just felt like being out of the bedroom for a little while. I did sleep up until a few minutes ago. I just needed to get up," she replied with a smile. She started to open the wallet but he snatched it out of her hands.
"I thought I told you to stay in bed," he said tightly, controlling his anger, his fear. He had come so close to losing everything when he saw her with her wallet in her hands and threw it on the couch.
She couldn't understand his rage. Fear niggled at the back of her mind. What had she done wrong?
He sensed her confusion and willed himself to calm down. "I worry about you. I don't want anything else to happen to you. Please, please listen to me. What else have you been doing? I thought you would sleep until I got back."
He moved to sit beside her and put an arm around her shoulders. She tensed.
"I'm feeling better now and want to be out of bed more," she said defiantly.
"Of course you do, sweetheart. I am so happy that you feel like being up, but you must not overdo it. I want you to go get back into bed and I will bring you s snack before I prepare dinner."
"But, Jackson....," she started.
"No arguments," he said as he kissed her on the forehead. "We can't have you having a relapse now can we? I can't wait until you can be out with me and we can do all the things we used to do." His voice got serious and low. "I can't wait until I can make love to you again." He pulled her closer and looked into her eyes. Slowly his face started to move towards hers. She froze and her heart felt a lurch. This was NOT right, Something about it was wrong,
She pulled herself away from him and tried to get up.
"You're right. I am really tired right now. I think I will go and lie down now. Didn't know that little effort would make me want to go back to bed," she laughed nervously.
He hid his frustration and pushed her back to the bedroom. Easily he scooped her up and placed her on the bed, tucking her in. He moved rapidly out of the room into the bathroom. Closing the door, he leaned on it, cursing himself. He had nearly lost her in so many ways today. First, he needed to be patient. Move too soon and he would spoil the whole thing. Secondly, why didn't he just get rid of that damned wallet? If she had seen the ID in it, would it have triggered her memory? Taking a deep breath, he squared his shoulders and opened the door to the bedroom.
"I'm sorry for getting so worked up just now. I want you to be better and be able to be up and about. Now, lie back and let me get the groceries in and put away, then I'll get us something to eat," he smiled at her. She smiled back and closed her eyes.
'Thank you for taking such good care of me," She mumbled as she slipped into sleep.
"Always, baby, always."
He planted a kiss on her forehead before leaving the room. He promptly went into the living room and picked up her wallet. He shouldn't have left it lying around. But, on the other hand, things were going better than expected. No memories had surfaced yet and the drugs were working to help erase her past. He would have his beautiful wife with him and they would be happy. Soon she would be his without any worries. When he had completed his 'therapy' Samantha Carter would no longer exist and Karen Thomason would take her place. They would leave this cabin and move far away where no one would know her and their fairytale would be complete. He whistled as he carried the bag of supplies into the kitchen.
"So far, so good!" she thought. Her ribs screamed in protest and her vision clouded, but cleared. "Now let's go explore."
She thought about what she knew of her life...what he had told her. She felt like it was someone elses story, that she had not lived it. What was wrong with her? She took a deep breath. She was Karen Thomason and lived here with the man that loved her...the man she loved...didn't she.
She rolled into the living room and stopped, looking around. Grabbing a cushion from the sofa, she propped her leg up the coffee table. Looking at the coffee table she saw a wallet. She was just picking it up when the front door opened and Jackson walked in. To say he was surprised to see her up was an understatement. His face turned very pale and he almost dropped the bag he had in his arms.
"What are you doing in here?" He demanded angrily.
Sam was taken aback. "Just felt like being out of the bedroom for a little while. I did sleep up until a few minutes ago. I just needed to get up," she replied with a smile. She started to open the wallet but he snatched it out of her hands.
"I thought I told you to stay in bed," he said tightly, controlling his anger, his fear. He had come so close to losing everything when he saw her with her wallet in her hands and threw it on the couch.
She couldn't understand his rage. Fear niggled at the back of her mind. What had she done wrong?
He sensed her confusion and willed himself to calm down. "I worry about you. I don't want anything else to happen to you. Please, please listen to me. What else have you been doing? I thought you would sleep until I got back."
He moved to sit beside her and put an arm around her shoulders. She tensed.
"I'm feeling better now and want to be out of bed more," she said defiantly.
"Of course you do, sweetheart. I am so happy that you feel like being up, but you must not overdo it. I want you to go get back into bed and I will bring you s snack before I prepare dinner."
"But, Jackson....," she started.
"No arguments," he said as he kissed her on the forehead. "We can't have you having a relapse now can we? I can't wait until you can be out with me and we can do all the things we used to do." His voice got serious and low. "I can't wait until I can make love to you again." He pulled her closer and looked into her eyes. Slowly his face started to move towards hers. She froze and her heart felt a lurch. This was NOT right, Something about it was wrong,
She pulled herself away from him and tried to get up.
"You're right. I am really tired right now. I think I will go and lie down now. Didn't know that little effort would make me want to go back to bed," she laughed nervously.
He hid his frustration and pushed her back to the bedroom. Easily he scooped her up and placed her on the bed, tucking her in. He moved rapidly out of the room into the bathroom. Closing the door, he leaned on it, cursing himself. He had nearly lost her in so many ways today. First, he needed to be patient. Move too soon and he would spoil the whole thing. Secondly, why didn't he just get rid of that damned wallet? If she had seen the ID in it, would it have triggered her memory? Taking a deep breath, he squared his shoulders and opened the door to the bedroom.
"I'm sorry for getting so worked up just now. I want you to be better and be able to be up and about. Now, lie back and let me get the groceries in and put away, then I'll get us something to eat," he smiled at her. She smiled back and closed her eyes.
'Thank you for taking such good care of me," She mumbled as she slipped into sleep.
"Always, baby, always."
He planted a kiss on her forehead before leaving the room. He promptly went into the living room and picked up her wallet. He shouldn't have left it lying around. But, on the other hand, things were going better than expected. No memories had surfaced yet and the drugs were working to help erase her past. He would have his beautiful wife with him and they would be happy. Soon she would be his without any worries. When he had completed his 'therapy' Samantha Carter would no longer exist and Karen Thomason would take her place. They would leave this cabin and move far away where no one would know her and their fairytale would be complete. He whistled as he carried the bag of supplies into the kitchen.