DISCLAIMER: Nope. Still not mine. Not for lack of wishing though.
SUMMARY: Jack's a civilian. Sam's been hurt, badly, by Pete. Jacob came back to help.
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Sam was asleep on her bed in the infirmary when Jacob walked in. He was shocked to see his little girl laying there, her left hand in a cast. Shey stood beside Sam while Cassie sat on the other side of her watching over their friend.
Shey was worried. Cassie had told her that Sam had been under a mild case of shock when she picked her up at the house. However, since they had arrived, she had shown no signs of it. Just a cold, hard logic.
This is not the way she should be. Her emotions are there, seething beneath the surface. If she does not deal with these emotions soon, she will breakdown. Shey knew that. She had seen others go through the same thing. They didn't deal with the emotions and ended up with a nervous breakdown that made them just fall apart.
Jacob was worried when he found out what was going on from Cassie. She wasn't like this with Jonas. She was volatile. Very volatile.
She was much younger then, Jacob. She has matured a great deal since then. Selmak answered.
And learned how to hide her emotions better. I see the signs. She's refusing to deal with the problem on an emotional level. She has to take care of this on all levels.
She will deal with it in the proper time. Your daughter is strong, Jacob. Much like you.
And her mother. She was a strong woman. She even stood up to me several times.
Shey stood beside Sam with one of her hands on Sam's left elbow and the other on her shoulder. She was trembling visibly with the force of the emotions Sam was maintaining such a tight grip on.
"Shey, is she alright?"
"Her emotions are being tightly reigned in. She has made her decision to deal with the facts first and the emotions later when she has the freedom to deal with them."
"Now for the other question. Are you alright?"
"I will be fine. Right now, I am attempting to ease the intensity of the emotions for Samantha. It is a difficult task but one I am well accquainted with."
"Shey, you're shaking. You need to take a break." Cassie's voice was still tremulous. She was still worried that someone would blame her for what had happened to Sam.
"I must finish my task or else I will have to start all over again when I come back to it."
Cassie bowed her head. "I really messed up this time, didn't I?"
Jacob stepped over to the young woman and wrapped his arms around her. "You made a simple mistake. It's not worth condeming you for. It's not your fault that Pete is a creep."
Shey bowed her head and concentrated on the task she had set for herself. What she was trying to do was difficult under the best of circumstances. But this time, she also had to deal with Cassandra's feelings of guilt as well as Jacob's.
As she felt Sam relax into a deeper sleep, Shey realized that her task was almost finished.
Daniel stepped through the door just in time to see Shey fall backward into a chair. He ran to her and knelt beside her, taking her hand. "Shey? Are you okay?"
"I just need rest. Samantha will sleep and heal. Allow it. Her mind needs time to deal with this situation." Daniel just sat next to Shey for a moment until he noticed her dozing off.
"Shey?"
"Да, мой дорогой?" She lifted her head as she spoke. Daniel slipped into the language easily without even thinking about it.
"Ты устала. Тебе надо ложиться и спать. Мы идём на мою комнату."
"Нет. Здесь хорошо."
"Нет. Я хочу быть с тобой. Я знаю что это не так удобно."
Standing up slowly, she couldn't argue with that logic. "Да. Не так удобно." Switching back to English, she turned to Cassie and Jacob. "Call me if she needs assistance in an emotional sense."
Cassie and Jacob both nodded. "Thank you for everything you've done for my daughter, Shey."
"It is an honor. Samantha is a beautiful and strong young woman. She is an asset to this planet and people."
"That she is. That she is."
With that, Daniel led Shey out of the infirmary and down to his own quarters.
Jack was sitting on the plane on the way back to Colorado Springs. Poor Sam. How could he do this to her? He said he loved her. He even wanted her to marry him. Maybe he realized that she wasn't going to be his punching bag and decided to make her pay for it. I'm just glad he didn't do any worse to her. I'd have to kill him.
"What are you thinking about, son?" George Hammond had noticed how deep in thought Jack seemed to be and decided to make him talk about it.
"That I was glad Pete didn't hurt Sam any worse than what he did or else I'd have had to kill him."
"That wouldn't help Sam any. You know that, Jack. What will help her is having you there when the full extent of what happened hits her. She'll need you with her then. Not in a jail cell."
"I know. It's just hard to believe that after everything he said to her, he could do something like this."
"I know it's hard not to just run out and beat the daylights out of him for this but trust me. He won't get away with it."
"I hope you're right, George. I hope you're right."
Pete was sitting in a Colorado Springs bar that night. He seemed to be celebrating something. His fellow officers sat down with him.
"Hey, Pete. Whatcha celebrating?" asked Tom Haniman.
"I'm getting my old lady back. I made sure of that. Made sure that her precious Jack would never want to touch her again," he said sneering as he said Jack's name. He'd obviously been drinking for a while.
"What did you do?" asked Richard Allen, Tom's partner.
"Found the little slut in her house. I fucked her good before I put the ring back on her finger. Then, I broke it. Of course, not like she'll remember. She was unconcious when it all happened. But who knows. Maybe I got her pregnant. That Jack won't want her all knocked up with my kid."
"Why don't you come with us? We want to take you somewhere else to celebrate."
Pete nodded enthusiastically and followed the two officers outside. They waited until they were outside to put the cuffs on him. "Pete, you have the right to remain silent. You have the right to an attorney. If you can not afford an attorney, one will be appointed to you by the courts."
"What the hell is going on? What are you guys doing? Why am I being arrested?"
"I thought you would have heard by now. You've been charged with the rape of Samantha Carter. She happened to wake up and managed to keep a sample of the semen you left behind. She also had them photograph the rope burns. There seems to be enough evidence right now to put you in jail for certain."
"She wouldn't have known it was me. She was blind at the time."
"And you just confessed in front of both of us. Not to mention the fact that you told us about the broken finger with the ring on it. That tells us that you knew all about it and in fact did it. We'll book you and let the judge decide." Richard put him in the patrol car and went around to the driver's side door.
Jack stepped into the elevator, relieved to be back in the mountain. He had never really liked being in DC. He prefered to be somewhere he felt comfortable and, while no longer an officer, he still didn't like to be in those formal situations.
George was beside him, insisting on seeing Sam. After all, she was still his goddaughter. No matter how old she got to be.
They both stepped out of the elevator for the infirmary. No one bothered to stop them. Everyone knew exactly where they were going and that it wouldn't be wise to get in their way.
Jack stopped in the doorway to the infirmary, his heart in his throat as he saw the form of his Sam under the covers of the bed with only her head and left hand above them, the hand in a stark white cast.
A/N: Sorry it took so long to update. This one was a little more difficult. Plus my computer's video card decided to die last week. Thank you all for your patience. It will be a few days before I can update again because my brother's going to work on my computer for a couple of days this week. Hang in there and I'll have another chapter up soon.
Translation note: The Russian (I hope my grammar is correct) translates as follows.
"Yes, my dear."
"You are tired. You need to lay down and sleep. We are going to my room."
"No. Here is fine."
"No. I want to be with you. I know that this is not that comfortable."
"Yes. Not that comfortable."