Winter Of A Heart

Disclaimer: As much as I wish I did, I do not own these characters.

Ramble: Okay, I'm sorry to leave you hanging, but I have discovered that cliffhangers are fun to write. But so are solutions, so that's why I'm writing this. Thanks to all my reviewers, and sorry for keeping you waiting.

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Pete watched her as she slept on the bed he had made on the floor. Yeah, he had hated her for running from him, but he found that he couldn't live without her. He needed Sam. So he took back what was rightfully his.

He paced around the cold, cement basement where he planned on keeping Sam until she was convinced to take him back and Jack was dead. Pete went over his plan again. He had told Rob, his boss, that he would be off for a few days. The job was covered. He had left his cell phone at home so no one could track him. He had checked Sam for a phone, but couldn't find hers. The house was... unlocked! What if they had a search party for Sam and found that he wasn't home, and didn't have his cell. Then they would find that he was gone the day she went missing. He decided that it would be safe to run back home and lock every window and door to his home. Making sure that Sam was tied up tight and her mouth was properly covered, he crept out, locking the padlock on the door behind him. There were no windows in the basement, so if she did, by some miracle, get loose of the bindings, she wouldn't be able to get out.

He walked over to his car, and got in. He felt confident. More than that. Nothing could go wrong. Until Sam woke up. But he would worry about that later. He knew she would be stubborn, but he had his ways, and his ways were so convincing. No, nothing could go wrong.

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Sam jerked out of her dream. She had been deeply involved with Jack, and didn't really want to wake up, but she knew something wasn't right. Groaning when she felt the knots around her hands and feet and the tape around her mouth, she knew that she wouldn't be able to escape. Sam felt her pockets for her phone. Realizing that it wasn't there, she started dreading what had and would happen. Pete would have gotten hold of her phone. He would go destroy it. There would be no more hope of being found, no more freedom, no more Jack. Holding back tears, she felt around again, managing to get her hand in the tight jeans pocket. There was a hole. A hole big enough so that her small phone would have slipped out. Holding on to what little hope she had left, Sam began to feel her way down her leg. Relief washed over her as she felt the small lump of her phone.

"I knew it was better getting a small phone." She thought, pulling it out of the back of her shoe. She smiled at the memory it brought back.

---the memory---

Sam walked out of the cell phone store, clasping the small, metallic object in her hand. She was busy programming numbers in, that she walked straight into Jack.

"Oh… Sorry Sir!"

"S'okay, Carter. Hey watyagot? Another doohicky?" Jack smiled.

"No, Sir. Cell phone." Sam said, holding it up.

"That's a phone? It's tiny!" he said, taking it in his hand to inspect the phone.

"Yes Sir. I don't like the big ones. You can keep small phones in more places."

"You can also loose them in a lot more places." Jack said, handing it back.

Sam rolled her eyes and tucked the phone away in her pocket.

"Anyway, I have to get back to shopping. It's my nephew's second birthday, and I need to get him something. I've been here for three hours and still haven't found anything. Then again, I haven't exactly been shopping for a two-year-old before." She grinned.

"Well, I guess I'll have to help you then." Jack said, grinning back, "Everyone knows your no good at shopping. Even Teal'c is better than you are."

And they spent the rest of the afternoon together.

---end memory---

Sam flipped the screen of the phone up. It's battery was low, and she had missed three calls from the SGC.

"They probably already have it tracked." She thought.

With some difficulty, she sent a small message to the SGC's main computer. There was always a person at the main computer, so it wouldn't be hard to contact someone.

Sender: Sam Carter

Receiver: SGC Main Comp.

Message: Help. Track cell phone

to find me. Tied up. Come fast.

She sent the message, and tucked the phone back into her shoe, making sure it was on silent. She had regained hope, knowing that help would come soon enough. She hoped it wasn't too late for Jack though.

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"Sir!"

"What is it airman?" General Hammond said.

"Sir, we just received a message from Major Carter's phone. We've been tracking, and we know where she is now."

Hammond smiled. He was glad Sam was found. For one thing, he didn't want to loose her, especially when Jack needed her so much. Second, he didn't want to deal with the wrath of Jacob.

"Well. What are you waiting for. Get Dr. Jackson and Teal'c and the rest of the rescue team out there." Hammond ordered.

"Oh… right. Yes Sir!" The airman saluted and ran off while Hammond strode off in the other direction. To the infirmary.

He smiled as he walked in, but his smile faded quickly at the sight that met his eyes. Jack looked paler, more hollow, close to death. Then Hammond saw the IV needles on the floor. He grabbed the phone from the wall and dialed Janet's office.

"Dr. Frasier." She answered.

"Doctor, get down to the infirmary now. I don't know what your nurses have been doing, but they haven't been watching Jack." And he hung up.

Hammond checked Jack's pulse. It was there, but hardly. He looked down at the bloody needles, and didn't bother to try to put them back in. Janet came running in the door, followed by some very scared looking nurses.

"I thought I told you, no ordered you to watch him 24/7!" She yelled at them, "Look at him. Get me some new IV's and fluids, and get life support in here. NOW!" and her nurses scampered off.

Janet checked Jack, concluding that he was worse.

"He hasn't been responding to anything. He wont talk, wont eat, now he's not accepting medicine. Sir, we have to find Sam." Janet looked at him sternly.

"Now what's that supposed to mean Doctor?" Said Hammond, raising an eyebrow, although he knew already.

"Sir, you must know. It was obvious the day they saw each other. I know it sounds… weird, but they're in love. True love. But they don't want to destroy each other's careers." Janet said. Everyone knew about Sam and Jack, including Hammond, so it wouldn't hurt to just come out with the truth.

"I know. I've considered asking the president to bend some rules before, but I've always backed out. Now I see how much they do need each other, but still keep up good work and don't let feelings interrupt anything. I'm going to call the president now, and you keep him alive. Oh, and Major Carter's been located. A team's out right now." Hammond said.

Janet stood there, smiling. She would do everything in her power to keep Jack alive. For Sam.

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A/N: That's all for now. Will post Chapter 8 sooner a lot quicker than I did this one. I feel bad for taking long. Sorry! Please keep reviewing. Thanks!