Chapter Six

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.

A/N: I know y'all are probably freakin' out right now. 'WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN TO SAM?' is probably the major question! Have any of y'all ever heard the saying: "You never hear the gunshot that kill you?" (Nope, don't own it.)

To: froggy0319. Ya noticed that Sam said 'I love you' to Jack. No one else mentioned the momentous event!

To: Ilovesg1. Ya noticed my subtle pairing of Daniel and Kara. I know now that I've said this, some of y'all are going to kill me, but I'll die happy with 67 reviews!!

To: soozy87. 'Blacked out means: lost consciousness, nearly goes comatose!

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Jack's Point of View

'Where is Sam?' I wondered for the fiftieth time. It was 11.45 hr. and knowing Sam she'd have been right here by now. I called her cell phone—no answer. It was the same with her home phone, too. I decided to wait thirty more minutes and then take a cab to her house.

—Thirty Minutes Later—

Now I'm starting to get really worried. She hasn't showed up OR called. I went outside with my duffel bag and hailed a taxi. One came immediately. I gave the cabby Sam's address and I was there in no time. When I got there, the house looked vacant. No lights or anything. I knocked on the front door; no answer. Finally I went and go the spare key from under the rock in her front yard, (yeah, yeah, I know REALLY original.) and let myself in. There were muddy footprints on the floor. I frowned and took my shoes off and left them outside. I walked down the hall and into the kitchen calling, "Sam?"

When I first stepped in the kitchen, I didn't notice anything. I stepped around the island and O MY GOD!!!! Sam, my Sam, was lying there on the ground with a large, red bloodstain on the left side of her chest!!

I swiftly walked over to her, pulling out my cell phone as I did. I quickly dialed 911.

"Please state the nature of the emergency," the monotonous dispatcher stated.

"I have a woman with a gunshot wound. I need an ambulance," I told her quickly.

"Your name, name of victim, phone number, and address of emergency, please."

I briskly gave her the information while I checked Sam's vitals.

"An ambulance and the police are on their way right now. Would you like me to stay on the phone?"

"No," I said and hung up. "Sam?" I called softly. She moaned, obviously in excruciating pain, as she cracked her eyes open at me.

"Jack?" she rasped.

"I'm here, Sam," I said. "What happened?"

She closed her eyes and spoke while holding my hand tightly. "Pete came...wanted to get to...there 'gain. Told him no...fired gun he brought...remember wishing for you...don't leave Jack."

"I won't leave, love." I whispered. "There's an ambulance coming. I probably won't be able to come with you then, but I'll be there when you come out of the ER, I promise."

She smiled slightly and fell asleep, her grip on my hand releasing slightly. "Don't die on me now, Sam," I murmured to her as the wailing sirens approached.

Someone banged on the door. "It's unlocked," I hollered. "We're in the kitchen."

A team of paramedics rushed in with a stretcher and loaded Sam onto it, making her release her grip on my hand. They rushed her to the ambulance. I followed them to the porch, where I was met by a police officer. "Who are you?" he demanded. "Are you Jack O'Neill?"

"Yes, I am," I replied.

"I'm Officer Dalton," he said. "You reported that Ms. Samantha Carter was found by yourself with a gunshot wound."

"That is correct," I told him.

"Do you have anything else to add to your report?" he barked.

"First off, 'Ms.' Carter's title is Lieutenant Colonel. Second, there are muddy footprints in the front hall. They're not mine because when I saw them I removed my shoes. They are right there," I said, indicating the shoes on Sam's porch. "Third, the backdoor is ajar. Also when I found Carter, she regained consciousness and told me what transpired. She said that her ex-boyfriend, Pete Shanahan, came over and wanted to get back together. She said no and brought out a gun and shot her. I'm sure there's more details, but she told me that with great difficulty."

"Any thing else, Mr. O'Neill?"

"Yeah. It's General O'Neill, retired. O'Neill, with TWO L's."

"I understand, General, sir."

"May I go to the hospital now?" I inquired.

"Yes, sir but please stay in the area, so that we can verify your report if necessary."

"I will," I promised and left.

When I arrived at the hospital, Sam was still in the ER. The nurse on duty told me that they were performing surgery to remove the bullet for the police and Sam's sake. So I settled in for a long wait.

A/N: Okay, for those of you who didn't read the first author's note, Go read it. Then y'all don't forget to review and tell me what ya thought. I'll be waiting!

P.S. I sprained some of my fingers on my left hand and my left wrist, and it hurts to type and do anything with them. So it might be a while before I can type up another chapter. I'm sorry. Please don't kill me!!

Watch my bio for more updates b/c I mighta broke something.