DISCLAIMER: Mine? Yeah. Right. Keep dreaming. I do.

SUMMARY: Sam has started down the long road to recovery from a rape. Jack is with her and Daniel is taking care of Shey.

SPOILERS: Up through "Affinity". Anything else may or may not be referenced here. Probably not unless the season goes more to my liking.

FEEDBACK: I'm shameless. Please give feedback. I love the stuff and look forward to it.

A/N: iamari, I know that some of these guys are a little out of character. There is a reason for it. Besides, do we really know how they would react to a situation like this? Anyway, thanks for the feedback. I'm loving this.

Daniel and Shey were lying on his bed. Shey was under the covers and Daniel on top of them, holding her gently. She was asleep and he wasn't. He couldn't help but worry about Sam.

How am I going to tell Sam that I know how she feels? I have to let her know that I understand. I just don't know how to tell her.

"Daniel?" came Shey's soft sleepy voice.

"Yes?"

"Relax and sleep. You will find the way to help Samantha. Do not worry so."

Daniel smoothed Shey's hair back and put his head down next to hers on the pillow. He was asleep before he knew what hit him.

At the police station, Pete was trying to convince the sergeant on duty that he hadn't really done the things he said he had done. That it was just what he had thought about doing. The sergeant wasn't buying it. They booked Pete and put him in a cell.

Daniel's dreams as he slept beside Shey were far from peaceful as his memory called the incident that Sam's condition had reminded him of.

Dream

Daniel saw himself in the quarters with Hathor. He was following her toward the bed as she plied him with kisses. She undressed him and herself and laid them both down on the bed.

'I have to fight her. She wants to take over the world. I can stop her. If I can just get my body back under my own control. I have to take back the control. I can stop her, if I can break the hold she has on me.'

He kept telling himself that he wasn't to blame for this. He didn't have control. They couldn't blame him for her taking over the world.

Then, the scene changed slightly. This time, he could resist her. She didn't let that stop her though. "Men!" At her command, four men ran into the room, Jack among them. "Hold him down! I will get the sample I need."

"Jack, no! Don't do this! Please! You're my friend! Help me!" Daniel's cries fell on deaf ears. Jack joined the others in holding Daniel down on the bed for Hathor.

He tried not to react but she was good. She soon had him at the brink. As the waves of pleasure washed over him, he started to cry, knowing that Earth was doomed. His tears were still falling as his friend, under Hathor's control, pointed a staff weapon straight as his chest and fired.

The scene changed yet again. This time, though, he was a willing participant in the whole thing. He went along with her. Kissing her made him feel good. He felt that this was the right thing to do. He wanted Hathor. He wanted to be the one to give her DNA for the little Go'auld. He helped her to undress and then undressed himself. As they lay next to each other on the bed, he was enjoying bringing her pleasure. Right up until Shey walked through the door and stood there staring at him. He fought then. As she stood there watching him with her heart in her eyes. The look on her face spoke volumes. "How could you do this to me? To Sha're's memory?"

"NO! Shey, no! It's not like that! Please!" She turned to leave the room. "Shey, please! This is not me! Don't go! Stay! Don't leave me!"

Dream

Shey woke up to Daniel screaming for her to stay. She sat up in the bed and put her hand on his shoulder. "Daniel. Daniel, I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere. Wake up, Daniel. Wake up."

Daniel sat bolt upright. His eyes flew open and he looked at Shey. He was hoping that she didn't know what he had been dreaming. Of course, he knew that she had seen his dream. She touched him. How could she not have seen it?

"Daniel, don't turn away from me. Your nightmares do not frighten me. That was an awful thing that you went through. However, it brought you closer to the doctor that you came to love so much. She was a very special woman to have captured your heart the way she did."

"Please, don't think that this means that I love you any less."

"I could never think that. I know that you love me. You also loved and still love her. As with the others you have loved and lost, she still holds a special place in your heart. However, I also know that I know hold the biggest portion of your heart." She smiled at him. "I also know that there is no need to feel threatened by those who came before." She lay down beside him again and placed her head on his chest. "We are one. This past experience of yours will allow you to help Samantha through her ordeal."

"I do love you. You know that, don't you?"

"I do. And I love you as well."

Both of them held onto each other as they fell back to sleep.

Sam lay still on the bed, asleep once again. Jack hadn't left her side since he had come to her after his session of sparring with Teal'c. He sat there holding her hand.

Jacob stood on the other side of the bed. "Jack, you need to eat something."

"I can't leave her. That's why she got hurt in the first place. Because I left her here and wasn't here to protect her."

"No. The reason she got hurt is because she was too stubborn to admit that we bothered her by hovering around her. She wanted privacy and we didn't give it to her. We are the reason she's in here. But not because we left her. It's because we wouldn't leave her alone."

"Jacob, I can't just leave her here."

"I'll stay with her while you eat. She won't be alone. I promise."

"Can't someone just bring me food here?"

"Jack, you need to get up and move. Otherwise, those knees of yours will lock up and you won't be able to get up."

"Jacob, I'm not leaving her alone."

"Jack," came the sleepy voice from the bed. "Dad'll be here. I won't be alone. Go on and eat. I'll still be here when you get back."

"Are you sure, Sam?"

"I'm certain. I want you to take care of yourself." With that, Jack got up and went to the mess hall to eat.

At the door, he turned back. "I'll be back in about a half an hour."

"Take an hour. I'll be okay."

He nodded. "I'll be back. I promise."

After he left, Sam looked at her father and smiled sadly. "I wish he wouldn't blame himself. He's so stubborn though."

"Kind of like this one blonde young woman that I happen to know."

"Who, me?" Sam looked at her father with eyes full of innocence.

"Yes. You. You aren't as innocent as you'd like us to believe." Jacob laughed with his daughter as she smiled at him.

Jack sat in the mess hall, pushing food around on his plate. He should be happy that Sam wasn't blaming him for this but he couldn't shake the feeling that he was somehow to blame for Pete getting his hands on her again.

Pete. Just the thought of the man's name made him so furious that he just wanted to go out and kill something. Unaware that he was doing it, his hand tightened on the glass he held until it shattered cutting his hand in the process. He heard the shatter but didn't feel the pain of the cuts until one of the sergeants that worked in the gate room asked him to open his hand so they could see how bad it was.

When Jack opened his hand and looked at it, he saw the blood and a rogue thought spiraled through his head. That wasn't his blood. It was Pete's and he was glad. He stood up and walked out of the room with his hand dripping blood all the way down the hallway as he walked back to the infirmary.

When Jack walked into the infirmary with his hand dripping blood, Sam gasped. "What did you do, Jack?"

Just then, he looked at his hand as if he hadn't noticed the blood before. "I guess I cut my hand."

A nurse walked up to him. "I'll help you clean this up. Come on over here."

Sam heaved a sigh of relief. She had honestly thought for a moment that he had gone out and done something to Pete. Then, she remembered that the police had him in custody. Cassie had told them that.

Sam looked at the nurse. "How did you know to be waiting for him?"

"One of the sergeants from the gate room called down here and said that Mr. O'Neill had shattered a glass in his hand. I figured he was heading back here when I was told that he had left the mess hall with his hand still bleeding."

"Thank you," Jack said as she finished bandaging his hand. He immediately got up and went back to his chair beside Sam. "How do you feel, Sam?"

"I'm alright, Jack. I'll be fine. It's just going to take some time."

"I'll give you all the time you need."

"Walter just called down and said that he just received a message from the hotel you were staying at in Washington this last time. They said there was a hole in the wall. They're sure it wasn't there when you checked in. They wanted to know if you knew anything about it." Sam was curious. She knew that Jack had a volatile temper and wouldn't have blown up in General Hammond's office but once outside----.

"Don't know a thing," Jack responded, smiling broadly at Sam.

A/N: I know this one's a little longer than the others. Oh well. Such is the muse.