A/N: Thank you for the awesome reviews! I really hope you like this chapter.

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Jack stood on Sam's front door step. He swallowed hard, wondering what he was going to say to her. He didn't want to be the one to have to tell her and break her heart. He waited patiently after he knocked on the door. He heard movement coming from behind the door, but the person making no effort to open it.

"Who is it?" Sam's tense voice asked through the door. She thought if it was Jonas back, she was going to hit him.

"Carter, its me. Open up"

Unlocking the door, she backed away quickly to her seat in the lounge.

"Carter, you okay?" Jack frowned, as he closed the door and look to where she had fled. His heart sunk at the site of her, as he neared closer. She looked like she had been crying for a long time. Her mascara had made some small black strokes down her cheeks. Her nose and eyes were red from crying

"God, Sam…"

"You knew it wasn't going to last…" she sniffed and looked up at him. "I knew you never liked him…you only met him once…I really wished I could of seen that" Her voice was just above a whisper.

Jack froze, he wasn't sure how to comfort her. He never wanted to see her hurt. He edged closer to the coffee table and decided to sit beside her.

Sam hugged her knees closer, on the verge of crying again. Seeing Jack sitting next her, she just launched herself in his arms and he gently rocked her.

It was obvious Sam found out about the affair, knowing Sam was too upset to argue. Jack led her to his truck while he locked up her home. There was no way he was leaving her in that house or alone for that matter. He would call Daniel after he got Sam settled for the night.

At his place, Sam went for a shower and Jack had given her some clothes to wear. She refused to wear a sling again, but settle on some painkillers.

Jack wondered what Sam had meant in her statement to him. Was he that obvious? Yes, he didn't like or trust Jonas and yes, he only met him once. He never said to anyone that their relationship was not going to last; though to be honest, he had thought it many times.

He sat down in his chair and waited for Sam to come back. 30 minutes later, she emerged, clad in his clothes and drying her hair with a towel.

"How are you feeling?" (great one, O'Neill! She just found out the bastard has cheated on her and you ask how she feels)

"I really don't know, sir" she answered him, honestly.

"Wanna talk about it?" He knew he wasn't good at that type of thing but maybe she needed him for a sounding board.

"No, I just want to go to bed, please" he nodded in understanding and showed her the way to the guest bedroom.

"I…..Thank you, sir…. night." Sam looked up to his concerned features.

"Night Carter, If you need anything. I am right down the hall. Try to get some rest."

Jack woke up, from years of built in-training knowing something wasn't quite right. He quickly became aware of a new sound, a gentle sobbing coming from his kitchen. He headed towards the noise. The room was dark but not dark enough to see Sam sitting at the table, her head in her hands with what looked like a near half empty bottle and a glass. She had obviously found his bourban.

Sam looked up to see someone else was in the room. All she could thing of was drowning her sorrows and taking the pain away.

"My arm was sorerish" she said, as she waved the bottle at him as if to justify her drinking.

Jack stepped forward towards the table and took the bottle from her. Picking up the lid he screwed it back on the bottle and placed it on the bench away from her.

"Tell me what happened" He didn't blame her for drinking.

"You know what? He was home with heeer in our bed. I came to…home to that.

Sam laughed bitterly. "He's been with her for ages and….he's gone. I told him to go and not come back…..Why?….How could he?" Sam was on the verge of tears again.

"C'mon Carter, let's get you back to bed, okay? We will talk some more in the morning"

Sam sniffed. "Its all my fault…sir…I should of seen it….I was to busy with work and everything else…."

"It isn't your fault, Sam." Jack said, as he helped her up out of the chair.

Leading Sam back to the guestroom, Sam was reluctant to have Jack go.

"Can you stay with me?" her voice soft. Sam did not wait for an answer and went to the right side of the bed, swaying slightly she drew the covers back and slid in.

Jack hesitated at first, then joined her, taking the left side of the bed on top of the covers resting on his side watching her before he spoke.

"Come here"

Sam slid closer to him taking his right arm and draping it over her waist. She then turned on her side. Sam felt safe and familiar like this morning when she was off world. Jack was shocked. He could feel her slender fingers intertwining with his. His mind whirled how wrong this was but this was comfort. Sam needed comfort. Sam needed his comfort.

A/N:

I know Sam and Jack were a bit out of character in this but this is my ficcy! Please review!