A/N - Thanks for the reviews.
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He was gone for so long and no one, no one made the attempt to do anything about it. Oh they talked about it but did nothing. Sam paced and although she tried to throw herself into her work, she could not concentrate. It was just insane; she missed him so much. At first she refused to acknowledge it. When he was at the base she took him for granted like the walls or the air but like the walls or the air she could not exist without him. She dreamed about him, dreamed about Jonah, Jonah touching her, kissing her, caressing her, making love to her. She had distanced herself from Pete but this morning still flush from her dreams she let him love her.
She felt guilty wanting O'Neill and having Pete, having Pete and wanting only O'Neill. She had to make this right; she had to make some hard decisions; she had to make a choice and most of all she had to stop this juggernaut to the altar with the wrong man. What she had to do was admit to herself what and who she really wanted.
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When the bruises on his face were less noticeable he returned to the SGC. He wrote a report to Hammond but spoke of the ordeal to no one. It was one more burning coal to warm his place in hell, one more nightmare to torment his lonely nights, one more senseless death to ravish his soul. Another innocent's blood he could not wash from his hands.