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Authors Note:

At last! Wow I thought I would never get this section up. I even proof read it about a dozen times and I'm sure I missed quite a bit. For those of you begging for combat here is a taste small though it may be. For those of you who like me are bit Teal'c fans and think he gets far far to little time in most fan fics you will enjoy this chapter. Oh I should point out now that I have decided to slip in to ship. I could not help it its just where the story went if you don't like it well my muse is available for pummeling as it's the muses fault. Those of you who are non shippers don't panic I think you will find this fic is not going to turn in to mush and drabble. Please Read and Review.

This fic assumes Colonel Makepeace was never a traitor as I did like his character quite a bit.

Review Response:

I have gotten a grand totally of ONE review since I posted Section Nine and even that review was for Section Eight and back .. I think… I would seriously enjoy more reviews in fact I think Im going in to withdrawals.

Ruth … And Thank you for your Review it has realy helped me to find the will to get this chapter up! I realy think Fanfiction dot net is having some lag problems because I had some trouble getting the story settled with rewrites up to section nine. More comma madnes to follow.

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Stargate

Secrets

Section Ten

Day 6 1400hrs

Duncan, Amanda and Adam were sitting on the sidelines of the gym doing warm up stretches. Colonel Makepeace was watching them out of the corner of his eye. He was drilling his team on basic hand to hand combat. 'If they all fight half as good as Pierson did with Colonel Carter then my job here will be over quickly today.' He thought as he inspected the other three members of his team.

"Colonel Makepeace?" Duncan said to get his attention.

"Ready Captain?" he replied

"I believe so sir. What would you like us to do?"

"I have been pondering that very thing and I have decided that we are going to start with some hand to hand combat." He said, "Why don't you show me some of your moves?" Makepeace indicated the sparring circle in the corner of the gym. "Lets keep it non lethal for now and keep it in the circle. Your primary objective will be to take down your opponent." He finished and watched Amanda and Adam walk it to the ring. "Ready? Go."

Adam took the offensive charging strait for his opponent.

Amanda on the other hand took one step back and waited for Adam to come within range. When he did she clothes lined him.

He should have been expecting that but hindsight is as they say 20/20. He picked himself up off the mat and they reversed roles. Amanda was the attacker this time. She stepped in to his space with a palm strike to the solar plexus that never connected. He grabbed her wrist and elbow levering her around him and on to her stomach where he commenced to bend her arm in to a very painful arm bar lock position.

"Enough very good I take it you know similar techniques Captain MacLeod?"

"Sir that has got to be a mouthful for you to say each time please call me Mac or Captain." Duncan offered " and yes sir I do. If I may, it would probably be easier for each of us just to list our martial arts degrees. Then if you wanted to see something specific you could have us demonstrate it." Duncan Advised.

"Even then you are not going to get the full Idea of what we are capable of until you see us in action." Adam added.

"You make it sound like you could take on an army all by yourselves." The Colonel challenged. "How about we play a game?" The Colonel smiled at them. "My team against each of you. All you have to do is get from one end of the gym to the other without us pinning you on your back for a three count. In order for one of us to be out you have to do a take down and simulated follow through."

"Ok it's your pain." Adam accepted.

"Adam are you sure you want to."

"Shut up MacLeod you know this needs to be done."

"I still don't like it." Mac said. He was well aware that the military mentality was that unless shown nobody believed.

"Oh I think it will be fun." Amada added.

Day 6 1700hrs

Daniel sat alone in his lab. 'She's not the person I though she was I guess' he thought. ' How could she be so hypocritical?' Daniel was not a happy camper. The conversation last night in her quarters had gone surprisingly well. They had covered the facts of her immortality and the true nature of how she had come to be on the base that day. It was when Daniel had pressed her for information regarding what she had done for a living that things started to go down hill. He was unable to accept that his teacher of 15 years was for all practical purposes a professional thief. It got worse when Amanda had tried to justify her actions. Unable to cope with the situation any further he had stormed out of her quarters and slammed the door behind him saying some not so pleasant expletives.

Daniel put the book down he was trying to read and turned towards the door.

"Amanda?" His voice was neutral.

"You seemed a little upset after our talk last night I though you might want to try again?" she offered

"My opinion has not changed." Daniels teeth grated. "You're a Thief! Passing yourself off as a teacher and mentor of a path you cant follow yourself. For the moment until I get over this and I don't know if I will I suggest you go." His words were harsh and calm at the same time. He watched her start to lose composure as she quickly fled the room.

Day 6 1130hrs

Jack O'Niell walked in to the room containing the holding cell. The Prisoner, one Dr. Crystal Reese, was secure behind three quarter inch steel bars and a laser grid. She was a plain woman with brown hair and no distinguishing features. Her height was average at 5' 6". She had come to the SGC as a civilian contractor scientist in the area of metallurgy and geology approximately 2 years earlier. That being the case the first thing Jack had ordered upon her capture was a blood work and DNA identification. It made him sick to think this person who indeed was Crystal Reese was so willing to sellout her country and her planet.

"Whom are you working for?" Jack started.

"Someone who can grant me what I really want." She replied bitterly

"And that is?" Jack raised his eyebrows

"The chances to use the advancements you want to keep hidden. The chance to better mankind."

"Let me get this straight." Jack looked at her incredulously. "You are willing to betray your country and your entire planet just to get the opportunity to have free reign with a bunch of gismos from another planet?"

"What are you talking about? All I have given them is a small piece of information now and then." She said defiantly. "It is you and your militaristic war machine that has betrayed mankind with your slaughters and your keeping of scientific discoveries from the public. How many people have you killed by not allowing the unrestricted study of the Go'uld Healing device? How much more have we destroyed our environment by not allowing the study of various alien technologies that could effectively end pollution?"

"Perhaps you don't understand Dr. Reese The Go'uld will not stop until they enslave every person on this planet. They don't give a damn about humanity other than ruling them." Jack retorted.

"That's not true! Lord Yu has promised me technology to help the planet and if he has to enslave some of the population then so be it. It will help with the surplus population."

"Thank you I think were done here." Jack looked at her disgustedly. "Guard." He tapped on the door. When it opened he left the room not wanting to see Dr. Reese ever again.

Day 6 1530hrs

"You have WHAT? Yes Dr. MacDonald I will be right there." George slammed the phone down and stalked out of Jack's office. People who saw him coming down the hall suddenly found they needed to go in a different direction. A couple of Airman even tripped over themselves attempting to get out of his way.

General Hammond rounded the corner and entered the Infirmary.

"What in the world is going on here."? He demanded. "Who is responsible for this?" he threw an arm towards SG-3 who were all resting not so comfortably in infirmary beds.

"General I'm sorry but I think that wold be us." Duncan apologized.

"Dammit MacLeod don't you dare try to take responsibility for this." Colonel Makepeace said from where he was laying with an ice pack on his jaw. "Sir this is completely my fault. I ordered our new captains to take on SG-3 in a full contact combat simulation."

"I take it you lost?" George tried to hide his smile. "Serves you right Colonel. Next time you decide to play soldier with warriors I hope you fare just as well." He turned to MacDonald. "How bad are they?"

"Oh not too bad considering they were going at it full contact. One swollen Jaw two minor concussions. And a sprained finger. Several small cuts and lots of bruises. They should be fine in a week." MacDonald informed him.

"Lets hope we have a week. Until such time as Dr. MacDonald clears you for active duty you and your team will run errands for SG-1 and your opponents here." George turned to the immortals. I will trust you not to abuse the situation?" He paused. " And I don't care what they may say please go light on our guys and heavy on the enemy."

"Yes General." Came the three replies.

Day 6 0905hrs

Teal'c had just left the briefing and was heading in the direction of the gym when he was stopped by an airman who was hot on his heals.

"Mr. Teal'c." the younger man called after him. "General Hammond wishes to see you in his office sir."

"Thank you Airman Andrews. I shall go there now." Teal'c turned and headed in the opposite direction. His curiosity as to how the immortals would fair in their training would have to wait.

Teal'c knocked at the open door of General Hammond's (Jack's) office.

"Come in Teal'c. Please have a seat." George said as he hung up the phone. "I would like to ask you for your help in a matter which you are most suited."

"General Hammond I would gladly offer any assistance I may." Teal'c waited patiently to hear what would be required of him.

"Teal'c it has been my experience to command soldiers in many different types of situations. I have never before had the opportunity or need to command warriors." George paused. "Here in lies my dilemma. You are familiar with the other SG teams personnel and purpose?" Teal'c nodded. "Good If you would be so kind as to observe our newest additions in their training and give me your recommendations as to what teams they would fit in best with it would help me a great deal." The General finished.

"In this regard I will gladly be of service General Hammond." Teal'c replied happily. "I was just on my way to the gym to observe them when your request to see me was delivered."

"They will probably be a while yet filling out paperwork, I will have General O'Niell notify you when they are ready to head to the gym." So many times George had watched Teal'c sitting on the sidelines with nothing to do but wait for his expertise to be needed. Now here was something, finally, that the Former General the former First Prime of Appophis could do and do well. It gave George great pleasure to be able to give him this task and make Teal'c feel useful.

"Thank you General. Until then I shall be in my quarters watching star wars." Teal'c said as he rose from his seat. George reached out to him and grasped his forearm in the manner Teal'c liked to use when shaking hands.

"Thank you Teal'c" George said as they nodded to each other. Once the larger man had left the office George sat back down and began to once more sign paperwork and make phone calls.

Day 6 1400hrs

Jack had left the classroom and gone directly to his old office. It had remained unused since he had moved from there to the base commanders office near the gate room. Before he was given command of theSGC he would have told you that one did not need an office in the military. Since then however he had quickly changed his mind.

Jack had quickly given up on getting anything done at his desk and took a leisurely stroll through the corridors with his thoughts.

'How long has she been alive? Good god I must be like a kid to her.' He thought. His mind was running a hundred miles a minuet. 'She should have told me, she could have trusted me but she didn't.' his mind paused and countered. 'Could she have? Maybe she trusted others before and got hurt' he sighed. 'Was she always as smart as she is or did she become smart over centuries?' too many questions not enough answers.

It was then that he realized he was standing in front of her lab staring at her as she worked.

"General did you want something or are you just going to stare at me all day long?" she said defensively. It almost always happened. You let someone know your secrets and they treat you differently like your some kind of strange person they did not know. 'I wish I hadn't died and things were back to normal, at least then I would be treated like a human being not some strange mutation.' She thought angrily.

"Uh.. No..Yes I mean. Hell I don't know what I mean. Can we go somewhere and talk?" Jack was emotionally tied in knots.

"Let me guess general this is the part where we go somewhere to talk and you tell me that you don't know me any more that I should have trusted you." She looked at him hard.

Jack stepped closer to her. Almost too close. "No Carter this is the part where I tell you I.." 'love you and I don't understand. And I' "need your help dealing with all this please" he finished in almost a whisper.

She was shocked. Not at the unspoken words she knew he was thinking but at the desperate genuine plea for help. Jack never asked for help. Not like this anyway. He was one of those strong silent stoic types when it came to his feelings.

" Jack. Uh general there is something you need to see." She said all anger in her voice was gone. " Got some time?" she asked with a hesitant smile.

"Sure, What is it you want to show me?" Jack was slowly recovering from his laps in to emotional display.

"I think you will understand it better when you see it. Just let me put this away," she indicated her work on her desk.

He nodded and watched her quickly and efficiently clean up her current project. That done he followed her out of her lab and down a level. They exited the elevator and made a few twists and turns until they cam face to face with a wall. 'Well it looked like a wall' he thought as she inserted a key and gave a turn to be rewarded with a smooth click cathunk sound.

Jack watched in amazement as a door swung open to reveal a dark passage beyond.

"After you General." Sam said as she motioned him to enter.

Jack stepped over the slightly raised footer of the door. It was a blast door he noted probably left over from the facilities days as a missile silo. He heard Carter step over behind him and close the door with an unusually soft click. Obviously the door had been modified and well taken care of. 'Only carter would adjust a door like that' he smiled to himself. He was about to ask what was going on when he was temporarily blinded by florescent lights.

"Damn it Carter that was not…..funny." he said as he began to focus on the room. It was large approximately 60x80 feet the floor was padded. The ceiling was about 20feet high and lined intermittently with florescent light fixtures. Jack slowly turned clockwise around the room. On one wall was a rack with some rather impressive looking weapons and training tools. He noticed a broken Rattan Staff on the floor next to the rack.

"Carter you broke one of your toys." He chided.

"Actually sir that was Teal'c" she said matter of factly.

"Who else knows about this place?" he asked a little put off that he wasn't the first to know.

"Only you and T' sir. Teal'c wanted to spar with me the other day and since I did not feel like putting on a show for the whole base we came here." Sam walked to the far end of the room and motioned Jack to follow.

"Have a seat General I think its time we had a talk." She motioned him to the floor.

Jack still in hyper explorer mode noted that although you could not see it from the other end of the room the floor here was carpeted and there were several padded mats cut just big enough for a person to sit on. Also there were several candles of the jar style near one of the walls. One of which Sam was in the process of lighting.

Sam sat the lit candle between them. It put off a warm comforting glow. "In this room you are on my turf General, if you don't believe me we can call General Hammond down here. I can tell you he wont like it but he will agree." She started to speak. "So on my turf we follow my rules agreed?"

Jack nodded. " Ok carter your room your rules."

"Good in here for now military protocol doesn't apply. To put it more clearly you can speak freely as can I with no repercussions." She stated as she kept his eye contact.

"Ok. I can do that." Jack said. There was just a hint of nervousness in his voice.

"So ask you questions Jack I promise to answer them truthfully."

"What is your real name Carter?" Jack asked.

"Call me Sam, Jack." She said pointedly.

"Sam is your real name?" he asked avoiding the situation.

"Look, if you don't want to talk just say so we don't have to do this." She was upset again.

"Sorry I am not as comfortable with this as I guess as you are." Jack dropped his shoulders and posture in a visible sign of defeat. "I don't know if I can do this. If I should do this." He said. "Your asking me to let down walls I have built up over eight years. I don't know what will happen if I let them down. It could ruin everything I have struggled so hard to protect." Jack looked at her questioningly

"Jack I'm not asking you to suddenly drop all your defenses but in here we are not following military protocol. What happens in here stays in here. If at any time you need to you can always step out. What I do want is for use to be totally honest with each other and not hide behind protocol."

"So Sam," he said lightly " what's your real name?" Jack asked after taking a deep breath.

"Sam'ant'ia" she said and then spelled it out for him. He was using his sarcastic side as a shield but it was a start so she let him continue. "Next question?"

"Was Jacob telling me the truth?" Jack's face went pale. He hadne realized he had said it out loud.

She could read his open emotions like a book. 'Damn it Jacob.'

"Yes." She said as casually as she could. Maybe he would think she meant in general and not press.

"Me too." Jack said softly.

"Damn you Jacob! Why did you have to go and do what I should have done years ago!" she said. Her eyes began to tear up a little.

"Sam?" Jack looked at her puzzled. "What language was that?

"Oh" Sam wiped the corners of her eyes with her shirtsleeve. "Babylonian, I guess telling you my first name set me in a mode to use that language." Sam sighed. "Well cats out of the bag now. Now what do we do about it?"

"For now not a damn thing. I am not going to ruin your career" Jack said sincerely.

"My Career? Ha." She burst in to tears laughing. "Jack I'm not worried in the least about my career now." She dried her eyes again.

"Then why whenever I was losing control did you pull back and keep the status quo?" he asked

"To save yours." She said simply.

He was stunned and his face showed it.

"Come on do you really think they would let me go? Ever? Besides with my contacts, that I have built up over the years I could go through the gate any time I wanted." She smiled at him. "I am going to agree with you for now though we should do nothing to endanger our careers at present. I am going to say it here though." She looked up at him and locked her eyes with his. "I love you Jack O'Niell. I have ever since that first week we worked together."

"I love you too." He said firmly. " Ever since you offered to arm wrestle me in front of the entire briefing room." Jack began to get on his feet. " Now we have to run." He said gravely.

"Run?" she raised a questioning eyebrow at him.

"Yeah and quick, for that door." He pointed to the exit. " If we don't I am not going to be able to keep it together." He was giving her an odd look. Half frown half smirk. "Now Run!" they took off for the door and would have made it too if it were not for George Hammond sticking his head in.

"Uh. General. Hammond." Jack puffed.

"Sir?" Sam Queried.

"Sam I was hoping to find you in your lab but you were not there so I though I would try here." George smiled congenially at them.

"Sir?" Sam repeated.

"Actually I was just coming to check on you Sam, however since I found you both here I do have something you can work on for me." George paused. "See it's a funny thing about those blast door bulkheads they may be strong but they are thin. I was wondering if you would be so kind as to make it so people couldn't eaves drop on you in here." He held up the empty paper coffee cup he had used as an amplifying device.

"General I can explain." Jack said only to be cut off by George.

"And you finally did thank god. And its George in here you know the rules." George was having trouble keeping a straight face. Luckily they were so preoccupied with their innocent act they didn't notice. "I think you two have more explaining to do to each other about the whole situation. Only thing is this." George left them hanging for a moment. "Keep it in this room. Once outside of here I expect you to be the same General Jack O'Niell and Colonel Samantha Carter you have been for the last eight years. Understood?"

"General?" Jack was thoroughly confused

"Sir?" Sam repeated yet again.

"Good" George said. He turned and stepped back out the door. "Oh and don't be late for briefing in the morning." He saw Jack was just not going to stop attempting to speak. "Look I'm not stupid, I am sure as hell not blind and I think between the two of you your Old enough to handle yourselves properly good night." With that George closed the bulkhead door went to the end of the corridor and picked up a phone. "This is Hammond seal Blast Bulkhead 49a." he instructed the technician on the other end of the phone.

"Yes sir closing now. Is there a problem sir?" the Tech asked.

"No, no problem. Just testing the door."

"Shall I open it again sir?"

"No put a red flag up to have it opened exactly at4am" George hung up.

Meanwhile back in Sam's Dojo they were still standing there with gaping mouths.

"He didn't" Sam said.

"He did." Jack replied.

"He closed the Blast Door." Sam stated stunned.

"He did what?" Jack was still confused about the whole situation.

"He closed the Blast Door that covers the blast bulkhead. We're trapped in here until her lets us out." She explained realization dawning on her.

"Ok so what do we do now?" Jack asked

Sam walked over to the switches near the door and flipped a few. Suddenly the lights went out.

"Carter?! What did you do that for…" Jack suddenly found himself flat on his back with what he assumed was Sam laying on top of him.

"I told you Jack in here its Sam." She covered his mouth with hers effectively shutting him up.

Day 6 1400hrs

Teal'c watched from a corner of the gym as the newest members of the SGC did warm up stretches. He watched as they did a combat demo for Colonel Makepeace. He even watched as they took up the challenge laid out by SG-3. 'Captain MacLeod seems to be reluctant to show off, but Captain Pierson obviously has no problems in that department.' He thought. He watched as Duncan took out one then another SG-3 Team member with a highly advanced combination of moves. When they hit the floor they quickly got up and stepped out of the way. The last two including the Colonel were taken out as easily as the first. Teal'c nodded approvingly as MacLeod took his place at the end of the gym opposite of where he started.

Captain Pierson's run was quite a bit different. He took his time. Walking up to each member of SG-3 and taking them down with hard well placed blows. Each time he made contact he telegraphed the message 'next time just get out of my way.' The simulated finishing blows he performed left them on the ground far longer than Maclouds. At last he took his place next to MacLeod.

Amanda was something else altogether. Instead of using strategy or force to get through she used speed. Not only did she complete her run in half the time but also she knocked two of them out in the process.

When she took her place at the end of the gym the room that had had two other groups drilling in it was suddenly filled with the eerie sound of silence.

Teal'c approached the fallen members of SG-3 "I suggest we get them to the infirmary. Captain MacLeod, Captain Pierson I could use your assistance. Captain Deveroux if you would walk the final member along behind us." He said as he hefted Colonel Makepeace over his shoulder and indicated to Adam and Duncan to do the same with the other two.

"Damnit Adam I told you this was more trouble than it was worth. But did you listen? No you had to go…" Mac harped

"MacLeod. Shut UP." Adam interrupted.

Day 6 1500hrs

George Hammond walked away from Sam's Dojo, as it had become known to the both of them. A week ago he would have had both of them courtmashaled for what was probably and in his opinion high time for it to be happening. Anyone could see the strain their true feelings for each other was putting on them every day. What had changed? His point of view. Sam had many lifetimes to find love, from his watcher training he knew this to be true. Jack only had one lifetime. Another mitigating circumstance was that Samantha could go many lifetimes and never find someone to love her as Jack did. Jack didn't care that she was immortal He loved Samantha Carter. Sure he bent the rules hell he broke them to pieces. If it came down to it for their sakes he would shoulder the burden himself alone. In his honest opinion they had earned the right to love each other no matter what the regulations said and while he could he would let them have the time they could together. This mission coming up was quite possibly the last mission for anyone. If there were an after, well he would deal with it then.

Day 7 0530hrs

Daniel was sitting at a table with a plate of untouched food when Sam came in and sat down across from him. The mound of mashed and previously hash browned potatoes that had been carefully sculpted into the pyramid at chiops spoke enough about Daniels mood.

"Something on your mind?" Sam Asked

"Too many things to count." Daniels mixed emotions said more than his words could. "How can someone follow a path or claim to follow a path of no harm and yet be a thief?" He asked rhetorically. "Do you know how it is to put your faith in someone. To be taught ethics by that person only to find out they don't share the same ethics they are teaching?"

"Yes actually I do but I've had a lot of time to experience many things. Give me some detail's." Sam said. Daniel was her friend and he was obviously hurting right now. The least she could do was find out what was wrong.

"Well I suppose I can tell you Sam as you've probably been exposed to so many religions in your time. I'm Wiccan, or more specifically I'm what a thousand years ago would have been called a servant of the God and Goddess." Daniel watched Sam for a reaction."

"OK. So? I grew up worshiping Marduk in Babylon. I am familiar with the path you are talking about just not why it is causing you such turmoil." Sam stated.

"Amanda is my teacher or mentor would be a better term now." He said as if that would explain it all.

"Again I need more information Daniel I cant read your mind. And I don't know Amanda all that well. We crossed paths only twice before. Not every immortal knows every other immortal."

"She's a Thief! Sam. How can she follow a principal of if it harm none when she has spent her Very Long life harming others and herself by her actions?" he said emotionally.

"Ok I think I am beginning to see what is going on. First of all let me tell you a couple of things that in my experience happens in any religion. One People tend to think that to be worthy or to follow a religion you must immediately be transformed in to whatever version of sainthood is applicable to that religion." Sam paused. " Its doesn't happen that way period. To put it in a better context for you even Yashua's followers were not instantly transformed in to perfect followers and believers in the God YHVH. They each undertook a personally and in their perspective long and arduous journey to enlighten them to their granted righteousness."

"Are you telling me you met Jesus Christ?" Daniel asked incredulously.

"No. Never met him. It is odd however that our paths never crossed as I was in the same areas as he when he walked the earth. I did however get to watch first hand the aftermath of his teachings. We are getting off topic." Sam reached out and took hold of Daniels hand that held his fork. He had been absently tapping it on his plate. "The second thing that happens is that anyone who is not instantly good or perfect by the religions standards is said to not be on the path or not part of the "true" religion. Again you have to consider that religion is a personal thing Daniel and it may take a person a lifetime to learn or attain balance between the spiritual and the mundane." Sam watched to see if he was getting it. "Let me ask you a question. Would you throw a drug addict out of a rehab program because after the fist day in they were not sober and happily living their lives?"

Sam didn't even pause " no you wouldn't because it's a learning process and a fight that has to be fought daily. If after a week or two would you still throw them out if they were not happy and totally without cravings? Again no. Now if that drug addict preached to every other person and addict that drugs were bad. If they taught better ethics than what they followed. Would you scorn them for wanting others to have better than what they were presently able to do?"

"Sam it's not the same. There is a big difference between a Drug addict and a thief." Daniel said firmly

"To have something you have always been denied can be just as intoxicating as a drug Daniel. To be so poor that if you did not steal food you would starve and then in the consumption of that morsel of stolen food you find warmth and a feeling of contentment can have an adverse affect on your value system." Sam suddenly felt the pieces fall in to place. " Daniel I think I know why. She grew up in a time of death and poverty never having what she needed. You honestly have no idea what that is like. I'm thinking she is of the mindset that she vowed she would never want for anything again. And with having to steal to survive in her early life. Stealing as a profession just cam naturally. It is something she could change but it will probably take centuries at this point." Sam said

"You could be right Sam. I do see your point about not throwing away the good with the bad. I think its just going to take me some time to sort through all this." Daniel picked up his tray and sat it in the recycle line. "I guess I should go talk to Amanda about it."

"That might be a good idea. Try to be open minded and not condemn her for the things she has had to do." Sam said.