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Chapter2

Candles. They were the first things she saw as she dropped her bag and keys. Her hallways were lit with bright burning, red and cream candles, creating a romantic glow throughout her house.

'Wow! Okay, I know I haven't been home in a few days, okay maybe weeks, but I definitely did not leave candles on! Nor did I leave Rose petals on my floor.'

Red and white rose petal decorated the floor, matching the colour of the candles.

The air was filled with the sweet scent of lavender and honeysuckle combined with the delicious aroma of food and the sound of soft music gently drifted toward her. The atmosphere created was arousing and passionate and only one name came to mind. 'Jack'. As she followed the trail of petals through the house she came to her living room. Her CD player was singing a song from Nora Jones' album, 'Feels like Home'. Her soothing voice flowing throughout the room. The mantle piece held even more candles. As well as her table. Incense sticks slowly burned on the table next to the candles.

Without looking she could sense that someone had entered the room, his after-shave being slightly stronger than usual. Even when they were on a date he never wore too much, and on base he hardly wore any.

"Jack..." Sam sighed, almost speechless; " This is beautiful!" she added as she began to turn around.

"You know," a voice chillingly familiar said smugly, " That's exactly what I told Jack after I knocked him unconscious!"

"Pete!" Sam gasped. The object of her sudden fear stood behind her. Not only did he smell like Jack, but he looked like him. Right down to Jack's leather jacket. 'An exact replica of Jack's jacket. Ok stay calm. First things first, find out what he's done with Jack. Then I can panic and then after panicking I can kick his ass to the other side of the galaxy!'

"Why are you here? What have you done with Jack?"

"He did a great job don't ya think?" Pete said, gesturing towards the room, candles and all.

"Where is Jack?" Sam asked impatiently.

"Ah, don't worry that brainy little head of yours about him! He's fine. A bit cold, what with me wearing his clothes and everything."

"And why are you wearing his clothes? Why are you even here? What do you hope to gain by acting like an ass? " Sam asked viciously.

"Don't you accuse me of doing any thing wrong! You're the one who had, and is still having, an illegal affair with your CO while we are going out!" Pete yelled.

"Excuse me, what do you mean while we are going out?" 'Ok Sam calm down! Don't get too angry just yet. Need to make sure Jack's ok first.'

"Pete you need to forget me and move on! I'm sorry but it just wasn't working out." 'No need to upset him even more by telling him it was his fault their relationship never worked.'

"Only because of lover boy through there! But Sam you deserve so much better! If you want I can be just like him. Better even. Just give us another chance!" 'Through there?' Sam questioned to herself. 'Maybe the bedroom? Not likely if he believes I'll give in to him and go running back into his arms. Not a chance of that happening. Jack must be in the bathroom.'

"No Pete, now I think you should leave."

"No. You just don't get it Sam. You're mine! I'm not giving up on us so easily." Pete's voice started to get louder again.

"You don't have a choice." Sam told him, with as much courage and control as she could, while backing away from him.

"What are you doing? You can't prevent the inevitable! We will be together Sam." Pete warned her as she went over to the table and picked up the cordless phone.

"Leave my house now and don't come back. Or I'll phone a few SF's and some marines to escort you out and then have you arrested for breaking and entering!" Sam threatened.

"Actually I didn't break and enter, the back door was left open. Kinda careless of a General in the USAF, don't ya think?" Pete didn't seem phased by the threat at all. "Plus it's your word against mine."

"Mine and Jack's word against you, ya mean?"

"Oh I don't think so. See your hero general seems to have forgotten his entire special op's training, considering how I snuck up behind him and knocked him out. Guess he was day dreaming too much 'bout his romantic night in with you! Too bad for him that you're mine!" Sam changed to a defensive stance. It was that moment that Pete decided he needed to take control of the situation. His gaze wandered to the mantelpiece, behind the candles where the unseen black metal object he had hidden there earlier, within reach should he need it, leaned against the wall. With that in mind he started to close in on her. Backing her closer to his next hidden surprise.

"You son of a bitch! Get the hell out of my house!" Sam screamed. But Pete just ignored the angered comment and lunged at her. She moved to trip him, but Pete had anticipated her move and sent her crashing to the floor as he dove to sit across her stomach effectively pinning her down and rendering her immobile. Her arms were trapped under his thighs and she could feel his quickly hardening erection pressing intimately against her. What lunatic would get off on this! 'Damn my soft spot for the lunatic fringe!' She felt sick and although she hated to admit it she was scared. Scared for Jack. Scared about what Pete would do in his jealous, angered and aroused state. Scared because at this moment he reminded her of her ex-finance Jonas Hanson. She shuddered at the thought. 'But this time it might not stop at beating the crap out of me!' Pete mistook her shudder, for excitement.

"I knew you'd come around to my way of thinking hun!" Pete happily declared as he bent down to hungrily kiss her. As much as she wanted to move she forced herself to lay still. 'Make him think he's winning.' His hands were wandering over her body, his lips kissing any piece of exposed skin they could find. His man hood pressed even closer to her. She was repulsed. She had to do something. NOW.

Waiting until she knew he was completely focused on pleasuring himself by groping her, she bucked her hips and sent him crashing into the front of her sofa, breaking his nose in the process. As quickly as she could she moved to her feet, but Pete had other ideas. Ignoring the blood poring down his face and with a tiger-like movement he grabbed her foot and wrestled her to the ground. Her hands flailing in the air as she blindly punched out, fighting as best as she could while rolling around her living room trying to gain the upper hand.

Pete was furious. 'How dare she refuse me! And for him! An old greying man like him! 'With one final yell Pete flung her into the coffee table sending incense, candles and smashed glass to the floor along with an unconscious Sam. She was bleeding from a large gash on the left side of her head. Small cuts from the table's glass marred her cheeks and neck. Small burns appeared on her from the candles.

Pete reached out and caressed her cheek, taking no care to avoid the cuts.

"Sam, Sam, Sam," he sighed. "You made me do this." He was walking around Sam and the broken table, putting out the candles that had fallen over to prevent the carpet catching fire. He stood there trying to decide what to do next. The choice was taken from him as he heard a crash from the bathroom. 'Damn that bastard's gained conscious!' Pete swore and moved toward the bathroom, stopping briefly to retrieve the gun he had stashed away, hidden behind a cluster of tall candles on the mantel place. 'Guess I didn't hit him hard enough. A mistake that I will not repeat!'

End of chapter2

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