Disclaimer: I do not own these characters… pity really…
Ramble: Okay guys. I'm sorry I haven't written in a while. I wasn't feeling too good, and I still have unpacking and cleaning to do. But I found time, and now I'm writing. So here you go! Oh, and we all know Pete is a police man, and he is carrying one of those sticks, and I don't know what they're called, so I'm calling it a police stick, with lack of a better word.
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Sam woke up, bleary eyed and empty. She sat up, and looked around her room. Everything was dark. The clock on her bedside table showed the glowing 1:15 AM, Thursday morning. She wondered why she wasn't at Jack's house, taking care of him. Then she remembered what had happened… three days ago! Everything started to piece itself together again. Sam remembered being at home the last three days, but it was all spent crying and sleeping. A sudden fear gripped her. How was Jack? She had to get back to him. There had been something about Jack in General Hammond's message. Sam ran to her answering machine, and played through 6 messages before getting to Hammond's one.
"Hello, Major Carter. It's General Hammond. I know you may be going through some… difficult moments, so I'm allowing…" Sam started jumping impatiently. She knew all this stuff. She was afraid for Jack, and was going straight to his house after this. "Oh, and Jack has just woken up. I hope you feel better soon, Sam. He's going to need you around. Good-bye."
"Yeah, he's going to need me. But not more than I need him. I also need to apologize for kissing him. Oh God." She thought.
She hadn't bothered to stop her machine from playing while she got ready, and she stopped when she heard Daniel's voice.
"Uh… hey, Sam. It's Daniel. I'm at Jack's house "Colonel-sitting" as you call it. It's been two days since he woke up, and since… well, you haven't been here, and well, Jack's not really eating. He's also crying a lot in his sleep and won't talk to me. Sam you need to get here… I need to tell you something…" and he hung up.
Sam grabbed her coat and keys, and rushed out the back door. Little did she know that Pete would be there.
"Sam!" he said, urgency in his voice.
"Pete! Uh… hi. Look, I'm sorry, can we talk another time. I've got to get to-"
"Jack," Pete said, cutting her off, "You've got to get back to your precious Colonel. Apparently, he's not doing to good. Won't eat. Won't get out of bed. Sound's pretty lazy to me." He said, spitefully.
"Pete, you don't understand. I have to get to him." Sam said, tears starting to form in her eyes. Knowing Jack's present state, not eating would make his situation critical, and she knew she could make him better. She didn't want to loose him.
"Aw, Sammie. It's okay," Pete mocked, "When he eventually starves to death, you'll have forgotten all about him." He was inching towards her.
"Pete, I don't know why you're here, and how you found all this out, but it's going to stop now. I can get Jack to start eating and walking again. I can make him better." Sam was pleading now.
"I know," Pete smiled menacingly, "That's why I'm taking you." And he knocked her around the head with his police stick.
Sam fell limp on the cold ground. Pete got the rope and tape out from the back of his car, tied her up good, and put her in the trunk.
"Look, Sammie," he said in a dangerously quiet voice, "I even made it comfy for you." He patted the sleeping back Sam was on. "This will be the last time you dump me for another guy." And slammed the door back down.
He got into the driver's seat, and drove into the night.
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Later that day, Daniel got up from his adoptive bed (the sofa) to, once again, to go check on Jack. He had started leaving food on a tray on Jack's bed, and leaving, hoping that he would eat something while he was gone. No luck. Daniel had already asked Teal'c to come and try, but they had the same outcome. He opened Jack's door quietly, and peeked inside. Jack was sleeping restlessly next to a still-full tray of cold food. Daniel sighed. He went over and picked the tray up. Jack cringed.
"Jack… You can't stay like this forever. You'll kill yourself." Daniel said, more to himself than Jack.
Daniel watched as Jack opened his eyes a crack. They were bloodshot and puffy. He looked so weak and helpless, nothing like the Colonel Jack O'Neill that everyone was so used to and loved. It was like he had gone into depression ever since-
"Sam!" Daniel whispered.
Jack looked up, and Daniel saw longing in his tired eyes.
"Jack… She'll come back. I know that you… you have feelings for her…"
"Feelings." Jack managed a small crack of laughter, "Danny, I love her."
Daniel was surprised. Firstly, that Jack had finally spoken, and second, Jack had said it out loud. He loved Sam. And now she was gone. No one had heard from her for three days. But he wasn't about to bring that up.
"Jack, you gotta eat. You're making yourself worse." Daniel pleaded, but only received a half hearted shake of the head, and closed eyes from Jack. He decided that he should probably leave Jack alone, so he crept out of his room, put the tray down in the kitchen, and went to go call Janet.
"Hello?" Came Janet's distracted voice.
"Hey Doctor. It's Daniel."
"Ahh, hello Daniel. What's up?" she said, giving him her full attention now. Daniel smiled. He knew, although people kept it well hidden, that the SGC thought they should be together as much as Sam and Jack. But, there were always the regs to ruin the fun.
Daniel sighed, "Jack's still not eating. He managed to day, what, five words to me today, so I guess that's an improvement." But he knew it wasn't. It would only go downhill from here.
"Daniel, what's going on? Why isn't he doing anything?" Janet asked.
"Janet… he's in love with Sam." Daniel said, gravely.
"I knew something was up! Oh God, what are we going to do? Nobody knows where Sam is. I think he's the reason she stopped the wedding – she realized that she really does love him. The day she brought him in, she was acting weird, and I knew something had happened, but I hadn't expected it to turn out like this." Janet sighed.
"Yeah, but it's so hard to find a feeling that was buried a long time ago. They both probably thought that the other wouldn't have the same feelings for them, and then there are the regs…"
"God damn the regs." Janet said. She really meant it. Though the chance was small, true, real love shouldn't be told to keep itself hidden away. "We've got to find Sam. I'll call Pete and Sam's cell phone. Maybe we can locate where she is."
"Okay. But don't leave the SGC. I think I'm going to bring Jack in. Three days without food is enough." Daniel said.
"That's a good idea. I'll see you soon Daniel."
"Yeah… see ya." Daniel hung the phone back up.
"Sam, this would really be a good time to show up and save the day." Daniel thought sadly. "Save the day, and Jack."
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The car bounced, making Sam's head hit the top of the trunk. That got her to wake up properly. She felt horrible and her head was pounding like hell. She groaned as she felt the rope around her wrists and at the memory of what had happened. She was tired of having to remember things. Why couldn't they just be there? A sudden fear gripped her as Pete's words rung in her mind.
"When he eventually starves to death, you'll have forgotten all about him… That's why I'm taking you."
Then, her cell phone started vibrating in her pocket. She was in jeans, and lord knows, you can't get anything out of jean pockets unless you're standing. But Sam tried her best but couldn't to it in time. She sighed, before she was hit with a realization. If it was anyone from the SGC calling, they would be able to track where she was.
Where ever she was…
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"Sir, she's got her cell phone with her, and we're tracking it now."
"Good job, Doctor. Be sure to tell Dr. Jackson when he gets here." General Hammond sighed. This had put so much pressure on him. Only two members of his best team were fit to go through the Stargate, and even if he let them, they would have to go to friendly or uninhabited planets. Hammond knew how bored Daniel and Teal'c were, but he wasn't going to risk loosing them too.
"Thank you, Sir." Janet said as she walked back out of his office. As she was walking back to the infirmary, and airman came running towards her.
"Dr. Frasier, Dr. Jackson and Colonel O'Neill are here." He panted.
"Thank you." And Janet was running down the hall to see to Jack.
Janet almost crashed into Daniel, who was pacing outside the infirmary doors.
"They said I wasn't allowed in until you came." Daniel said, and Janet fumbled with her key.
"I'm here now." She said, rushing inside.
She went over to the crowd of nurses surrounding Jack.
"What've you got so far?" Janet asked, to no one in particular.
"He's malnourished, over exhausted, lost fluids, and he still seems to be reliant on that alien device." A nurse informed them.
"Condition?"
"Critical."
"Get him hooked up, get some fluid and food in him. I want him watched 24/7." Janet ordered.
Jack was writhing in unconscious pain. He was thin and pale, and he soon threw up the food the nurses forced down into him.
"There's not much we can do for him, but watch him." Janet said to Daniel.
"I prefer him here. Just in case something goes wrong." Said Daniel.
"Don't worry. He'll be fine. Now, let's get working on finding Sam." And they both ran off to find Teal'c and the team working on Sam.
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Jack woke up, to find himself, once again, in the SGC infirmary. It was dark, and he figured it was pretty late. He noticed the IV needles in his arm. He grabbed them all and tore them from his arm. He didn't want to get better unless there was a reason.
Sam.
And now, his only reason had gone.
Jack closed his weary eyes for what he hoped to be the last time. He wanted Sam so badly, but it seemed like everything was working against him. He didn't want to suffer not having her anymore. He didn't want to feel the pain anymore.
At that moment, Sam was thinking the same thing.
They fell asleep to the memory of each other's arms and their kiss.
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A/N: Dun dun da!!! This is fun. Anyway, sorry for holding off. I will try and write as much as possible. Please review
