A/N: For those of you that don't know who Heisenberg is and wondering why I would pick such a weird name for Sam to call the dog… Werner Karl Heisenberg was a physicist that won the Nobel Prize in 1932 for his work in quantum mechanics. Most notable was his "uncertainty principle" which basically said that you couldn't assign an electron a specific position in space, not by ordinary means, and used lots of complex mathematical equations, so he sounded like someone Carter would have a poster of up on the wall, if she kept posters of famous scientists on her wall. Just thought I'd share lol.

Anyway, about killing off Heisenberg… Sorry. Most of you understood why I did it. And lol SG-1 FanFic. Maybe I should go to work for Disney lol. I always thought most of those writers were cold-hearted bastards. Bambi, Old Yeller, The Fox and The Hound, Lion King. They all made me cry, and those movies are for kids! And what about when Dumbo gets ripped away from his mother? Those meanies!

So yeah, I could of left him out, or let him live and be adopted by Sam or Jack or somebody, he'd have been a great pet. He might have been friends with Thor (I haven't forgotten Thor completely, he's just been less important) Or maybe he could have gone off with Jaffer in Neuropsych's Campers! Stories lol.

But, I killed him. And I made some of you cry, but I also made a lot of you remember lost pets as well, and I hope some of those memories were happy ones. And Sam has an awful lot of trauma to deal with now. Well? Have I whumped her enough yet lol. Pleae keep the feedback coming, we're almost through, the next to last chapter is in the writing stages, and the last one's in my head.

Oh, and thanks stargatefangurl… I think I did that earlier in the story, my spell checker has Ghould in it, but I'm pretty sure I added Goa'uld too, but sometimes I mix them up. I think if you got back through you'll find it both ways in the story lol. (The story has still never really been beta'd except for a few chapters here and there) Someday, I'll get a beta, but for now, its fun being secretive, even if I hate making mistakes! (Yep… been know to happen once or twice….)

Sam knew she should leave, find somewhere warm or at least dry and tend to her own injuries, but she couldn't leave. Not yet. She didn't want to leave him alone in the night. Tonight, she would stay, just one last night.

Chapter 61

Daniel burst into the commissary, causing startled airman to look up. Jack and Teal'c, who had been discussing whether apple pie or blueberry pie was better, looked up as the man approached.

"Daniel?" Jack asked.

Daniel stopped in front of the table. "Uh. Hi. Mind if I join you?" Daniel already had his own coffee mug, which Jack suspected was glued to his hand. Daniel sat down without waiting for a reply and Jack merely slid a slice of pie towards him. Apple, the better flavor.

Daniel absently bit into the pie. "Mmmph, this is good." Daniel looked up noticing the scrutiny he was under. "Oh! Sorry. Um, well I just wanted to tell you, its solved." Daniel went back to the pie, missing the exchange between Jack and Teal'c.

"Well? What? So? Therefore?" Maybe Jack shouldn't have given Daniel that pie.

"Huh? Oh. The machine. We've translated it, we can make it work now." Daniel was eating the pie like a starving man.

"And? So?" Jack was seriously thinking about taking that slice, what was left of it anyway, away from Daniel. He was paying at least as much attention to it as one of his rocks.

Sensing the irritation in Jack's voice, or maybe it was the imminent unspoken threat to the mostly eaten slice of pie in front of him; Daniel set his fork down and looked up at Jack and Teal'c. Both were looking at him intently.

"We can change Sam back. Back to normal again, make her human again. We can reverse the transformation." What he didn't need to say was that without Sam, they couldn't use the machine. Daniel looked back down at the half finished pie, it didn't quiet seem so appealing anymore.

Jack looked over at the last remaining slice of pie. Blueberry. He wasn't sure why he'd picked up four slices, apple for him and Daniel, and blueberry for Teal'c and Carter. Carter. It had been a week since the email. And they hadn't heard anything since then. She'd only been about 2 hours away, by car that is. He had thought she'd have shown up by now, but as the days strung together into a week, Jack found it harder and harder to hide his worry.

As he looked at his companions, who no longer seemed very interested in pie anymore, he couldn't help but wonder where Carter was, and what she was doing. He wasn't much a man of prayer, thinking it was probably already too late to save his soul. But today, he silently said a prayer to whoever would listen to him, that wherever Carter was, she'd be ok, and home soon.

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At that moment, sometime after noon, Sam was slowly limping towards home. Her progress was slow and painful and it was all Sam could do to put one foot in front of the other anymore. She had finally left her companion early in the morning, wishing she could do something more for him. He'd deserved more than to be left on the side of the road.

She'd been walking, or more precisely limping, since the first rays of sunlight had colored the overcast sky gray. Her right front leg wouldn't accept any of her weight at all anymore and she suspected it was likely broken. Her ribs ached; she was tired, hungry, and sick to death of the rain, which hadn't stopped. She still had a few more miles to go, and was starting to wonder if she had made it across all that distance to just lay down on the side of the road and give up.

Fortunately, Sam Carter was not a quitter, and as much as she wanted to just lie down right now and surrender, she wouldn't. Instead, her world narrowed to the simple act of just putting one foot in front of the other. Minute by minute, hour by hour she plodded along. Gradually the sun sank below the horizon, changing the gray ever-present haze into darkness, her world illuminated only by the occasional streetlight, passing car, or flash of lightning.

The scenery gradually changed, becoming more residential, and somehow she made all the right turns, her body on automatic. Her legs stopped moving suddenly on their own accord and Sam found herself in front of a very familiar house. Sometime, so long ago it seemed to have been another life; Sam had spent many a team night here. She wasn't sure why she had come here, the base might have been closer, but she didn't remember anymore, she was so tired.

A large picture window in the front of the house revealed lights and the warm familiar glow of a television. Sam wondered what show the lone occupant of the house was watching. At least he was home said the small part of her brain that was annoyingly logical even when she was falling down exhausted, the TV and the truck outside meant someone was there.

Sam made her legs take just a few more steps, moving up under the small overhang over the front door, startled at the cessation of the constant rain. She could hear the sound of the TV through the front door; he always did like to have the volume up loud.

Sam knew she should scratch at the door, or meow, or something to gain the attention of the person in the house, but she was too tired. Lying down on the welcome mat, which was welcomingly dry, Sam promised herself she would try, but first she just needed to rest a little.

Her eyes closed, and the sound of the TV through the door combined with the gentle light from the front window lulled her to sleep despite the cold and damp. At least she wasn't getting rained on anymore. She was home.