Chapter Five

Author: roseofthegate

Disclaimer: I don't own StarGate SG-1 or any of its characters because if I did this whole Sam/Pete thing would have never happened. (I fixed that in this story!!!) I do own Brigadier General Katharine Marie E. Nerez. I don't own Darryl Worely's song—I Miss My Friend. (Good song, by the way :)

A/N: I'm sorry I haven't updated sooner. I've been really busy. Mum and Da decided to go camping for Labour Day Weekend, and it was wonderful, don't get me wrong, I just haven't seen civilisation for three whole days!!! Civilisation is a computer with Internet access, a phone, a shelter, water, and someplace for me to get pretzels and occasionally a steak. Anyway I'll be fine. Thanks for all the wonderful reviews. Love you all lots.

Jack's Point of View, Cabin in Minnesota

I was sitting on the deck on the lake 'fishing'. Kara had convinced me to stay in Minnesota 'til all my retirement paperwork was done. After that, here I come Ohio!!! (Or Michigan, come to think of it). Anyway, I was listening to my Walkman when the DJ said, "Next, a song from Darryl Worley, I Miss My Friend." I was going to change the channel something about the opening chords caught my attention.

'I miss the look of surrender in your eyes
The way your soft brown hair would fall
I miss the power of your kiss when we made love
But baby most of all

I miss my friend

The one my heart and soul confided in
The one I felt the safest with
The one who knew just what to say to make me laugh again
And let the light back in
I miss my friend

I miss the colours that you brought into my life
Your golden smile, those blue-green eyes
I miss your gentle voice in lonely times like now
Saying it'll be alright

I miss my friend

The one my heart and soul confided in
The one I felt the safest with
The one who knew just what to say to make me laugh again
And let the light back in
I miss my friend

I miss those times

I miss those nights
I even miss the silly fights
the making up
the morning talks
and those late afternoon walks

I miss my friend
the one my heart and soul confided in
the one I felt the safest with.

The one who knew just what to say to make me laugh again

And let the light back in

I miss my friend.'

God, how could someone I don't know hit my emotions so well??? Damn. Everywhere I go, I find Sam. I can't escape her memory!!! I mean that song hit me point blank. Perfectly. I miss Sam, just talking to her and being her friend. That was always the most important thing to me. I wonder if Kara's given her my numb—" my cell phone ringing interrupted my thoughts.

"Hello?" (A/N: Drum roll, please.)

"Hi, sir. It's Carter," her voice was rather raspy.

"Sam, are you feeling okay?" I asked, concerned.

"I'll be fine, Jack. I just have a horrible hangover."

"Sam, why—"

She cut me off. "Here's the story, Jack. Last night, I..." she faltered. "I broke up with Pete. We parted on VERY bad terms. VERY bad terms." she emphasised.

We talked for a long time about just about every topic under the sun. Our conversation ended with me telling Sam this: "Sam, I have to come back to Colorado Springs for a couple weeks to finish off some paperwork for my retirement. Can I come and see you while I'm in town?"

"Of course, Jack." I loved the way she'd already loosened up about my name. No more 'sirs' ever again!!! "Do you have someplace to stay?" she continued.

"No, I was just planning on staying in a hotel," I replied.

"You can stay with me," she offered. "Honestly, Jack, don't stay in a hotel, you can stay here. In fact, I'd feel better if you would."

I smiled. I think my letter affected her more then either of us wanted to admit. "I'm leaving tomorrow morning. My flight's at 07.30 hours. I should be there about 1100 hours. Could you pick me up?"

"I'll be there," she promised.

"See ya tomorrow, Sam."

She was silent for a moment and then replied, "I love you, Jack. See you tomorrow."

I was taken back for a moment but readily replied, "Love you, too, Sam. 'Bye."

After we hung up, I was so happy I thought my heart was going to burst. She loves ME!!! Not that man she'd been engaged to, ME!!

Sam's Point of View

I got up early Sunday morning and went to the gym. I worked out for two hours to kill some time before I had to pick up Jack. I came home and showered. By the time I'd dressed, eaten, and put on my make up, it was 09.45 hours. I had another forty-five minutes to kill. I was wondering what to do when the doorbell rang. I answered it expecting Daniel and Kara or Teal'c and Daniel. (A/N: Do you hear the ominous music in the background?? I do.) Instead I see Pete Shanahan.

"Hi," he said. "Can I come in?" and promptly pushed past me into my house. He goes to the kitchen and sits down. I follow him, but remained standing. "What do you want?" I asked coldly.

Pete went on and on about how much he loves me and how he wants to be 'us' again. Finally he said, "I'm sorry for doing whatever I did to make you break up with me. Forgive me?"

"Pete," I said, "You didn't do anything. I just realised that I loved someone else in my life so much more than I could ever love you. Either way, I'm happy now and if you truly loved me you would be happy that I'm happy."

His eyes hardened, as he pulled out a gun he'd been harbouring in his coat. "I've had enough of your crap."

"Pete..." I said slowly backing up. He followed.

"I've loved you ever since I met you. I thought you loved me, too!"

"Pete, I care for you, but my heart—"

"Belongs to THAT O'NEILL!" he spat.

"Samantha, I'm sick of your devotion to your PRECIOUS O'NEILL! Either you marry me or I'll shoot." He pointed the gun at me, his hand steady as ever. He searched my face and—

BANG

DARKNESS

PAIN

I was gasping for air as I fell to the kitchen floor and blacked out.

A/N: evil cackle I told ya I'd bring That Man back. He's stark ravin' mad! (It's the stalker side of him.) Anyway the question is: Is Sam going to die or live. evilly insane laugh

P.S. I didn't mean to make this a song fic, I just needed a space filler.