Author's Note: Yep, the second chapter, never thought it would come would ya, even though I have no review's for my first one! C'mon people what's up with that:D Enjoy!

Emmett Bregman walked into the commissary annoyed. Once again, everyone was concealing something from him. 'It's strictly confidential, bla blah blah.' He was sick and tired of that crap. How was he going to get his documentary up if he wasn't told anything!

Maybe there was someone in here that could help. He looked around at his surroundings and spied a janitor.

'Hey ... How you doing? ... ' The janitor turned around vaguely acknowledging him. 'Don't suppose you know anything about what's going on ... all I can...'

The Janitor suddenly grabbed his gear and left the room.

'Thanks for all the help, buddy!' Fine, I know it's all bullsh-'

Tech sergeant Dale James, who was doing the camera work and First Class Airman Shep Wickenhouse, who was doing the sound, came in the room, leaving Bregman's angry words hanging in the air.

'There are multiple injuries.' Shep said earnestly. 'At least two people were hit with staff blasts.'

'How do you know?' Bregman said, having had past experiences with unreliable sources.

'There was a fire fight of some kind apparently,' Shep continued. 'One of the teams got ambushed ... so they sent in SG1, SG5, Fraiser and a medical team to extract them.

'Someone from the original team must have been badly hurt or Fraiser wouldn't have gone in at all.' Bregman mused.

'One of the nurses says there was a casualty.' Dale told him.

'Casualty ... did someone die?' Dale gave him a sharp nod as Colonel Tom Rondel, Public affairs liaison Entered the room.

'She wouldn't say who though.'

'Carter's a seasoned officer, she wouldn't be crying unless...' he looked at Tom whose face was grave. 'I mean, we hear someone may actually have died... what have you got?'

Tom took a deep breath before saying, 'O'Neill.'

Bregman was stunned. The commander of SG-1 was dead? 'Sure?' he asked.

'No, I heard he was on a Gurney... took a blast... he's not moving.' Bregaman breathed a sigh relief. He knew it was cruel but at least he could now question the Colonel when he was better.

'The colonel is severely casualed. I suppose there is a possibility that he would die, but let's not jinx it shall we? He superstitiously touched the table in the commissary trying to make the atmosphere a bit lighter. All this talk of death was making him uncomfortable, but he hoped that Colonel O'Neill would be all right. Tom 'conveniently' forgot to tell him about the death of Doctor Frasier, preferring the reporter to find out himself. He knew that Bregman had tried to 'score' a date with Janet before she left on the mission and was quite disgusted at him. He refused to let Bregman make an extravagant, sacrilegious story of her death.

'Tom?' Bregman asked. 'Is there anyone else?'

'No, sir. Not that I know of.'

Sam was halfway through her mission report when General Hammond came and knocked on the door. 'How are you holding up?' He asked kindly inquiring of her emotions towards both Janet and Jack.

'I'm okay, Sir' she lied. She wouldn't be okay for a long time. She had just lost her best friend. And though she knew General Hammond had her best interest at heart, she preferred to conceal the fact that she was far from okay.

'Did you talk to Agent Barret?'

She nodded and resumed he business like tone. 'He said as far as he knew Woolsey is clean. But he did say he's as sharp as they come. He's got an MBA and an LLP from Harvard. He was a lead council for the Army Corp of Engineers for 10 years, and later sat on the defence policy board. He was asked to resign last year when it was disclosed that he had financial ties to a large corporation that had been awarded over 800 million in private sector defence contracts by the Pentagon. He's been with the N.I.D. since then. Barrett faxed me this internal N.I.D. memo Woolsey recently wrote ...' She trailed off and handed the fax to the General. 'I think you should read it.'

She waited uncertainly while he read it. 'What do we do, Sir?'

'Just tell the truth.'

'Yes, Sir.'

'Ahem.' General Hammond cleared his throat, which Sam immediately associated with something unpleasant that he had to say.

'There's going to be a memorial service on Wednesday. I think it would be appropriate if you said a few words.' Sam once again felt tears welling in her eyes, but she swallowed them back and replied with utmost duty, 'Yes, Sir.'

General Hammond stood up to live. 'Ah, Sir?' He stopped and turned to look at her, her eyes filled with sympathy and remorse. 'How are you holding up?'

'You try to tell yourself that every man and woman under your command means the same to you. Each has to be equally valuable if you're going to make the kind of decisions that affect their lives the way I have to. But you can't help it. You get closer to some people you never want to lose anyone.

Sam nodded fighting back tears as she saw that General Hammond truly loved and repected Doctor Fraiser as she did.

General Hammond left giving her a reassuring smile that told her she too, was loved by her kind-hearted General.

Jack sat up yawning in the hospital wing and turned to see his 2IC's smiling face smiling up at him. 'Are you an angel? He asked hazily, his eyes half closed. Sam grinned at his joke and played along.

Yes, Jaack', she said mystically. 'And you are in a hospital heaven.' Jack's stomach turned a bit when she said his name.

'How long will I be here Saint Sammie?' Her stomach turned a bit when he said her name in such a childish form. Only Cassie and her dad were allowed to call her 'Sammie.'

'Well until you can get better, then you may go back to earth.'

'You're gonna kick me out?' He asked shocked.

'Well let's face it. If this is heaven then it's not such a hot-shot place, is it? It's quite evident that you don't belong here.' She gave him a small affectionate pat on the knee. 'We'll send you back to earth and if you're a good boy till next time, we might reconsider letting you stay.

'Heaven know General Hammond needs a looong break from you.' She gave a chuckle at her little pun. Jack broke out into side-splitting laughter and nearly choked so Sam concerned for his health, pat him on the back until he calmed down.

'Ah, your good Carter. Really good. With you, I'll be up and about in no time.'

'But you don't want to leave "heaven", do you Sir?' She asked in mocking seriousness. Jack gave a weak smile trying very hard not to laugh, already exhausted from his previous fit.

'Don't worry, Sir. It's good to have a laugh. Especially now', she sighed not looking at him.

'Carter? Daniel told me about Janet. I know how close you were to her. I'm really sorr-'

'I don't really want to talk about it, Sir. Please? Not with you.' She quickly left the infirmary, mumbling something about seeing General Hammond, but not before Jack could seer the tears that made her beautiful eyes shine with sadness.

'Not with you, Sir. Not with you...'

Sam's seemingly harsh words rang through his ears as he tried to work out what the hell she meant.

She didn't want to talk about Janet with him? She wanted to talk about it with someone else? With Daniel?

Okay so Danny was more sensitive than he was in matters like these. He could admit that. But was he not a good sympathiser in this area? Or was he too tactless and sardonic to be helpful in serious situations.

Yes, his mood was at times temperamental and he usually used his sarcastic sense of humour to make light of a troubled or (serious) moment. It was sometimes welcome and most of his team members appreciated it, when it seemed that nothing was going right in a situation that they encountered offworld, but in a case like this being facetious was inexcusable.

Didn't Sam think him able to be serious like that? If she let him, he would show her that he could be a good listener and give helpful advice. He was the leader of their team and had good leadership skills and it was his responsibility to look after his team members and make sure that he was there for each one of them.

A nurse came and gave him some painkillers and he sank back onto his bed deliriously thinking in a more relaxed mood.

Maybe it was not just Janet that made her upset. Maybe it was someone else's injury that helped cause her distress...

He banished this thought immediately on grounds that it was too ludicrous, too far-fetched to be given further thought.

Jack had had heaps of injuries that had resulted in almost death. Hell! Jack had died a heap of times, when Baal had captured him. He had been tortured, killed and then brought back to life with a scargophogus. He had had high brushes with death plenty of times afterwards. Why should this time be any different?

Was it because it was combined with the death of Janet that made it more severe...?

'Colonel O'Neill?' General Hammond's face appeared in the infirmary, closely followed by the rest of his body. 'I just came to see how you were doing.'

Jack sat up and winced slightly at the pain that it caused. 'I'm fine, Sir.' The General raised his left eyebrow, aware of the pain that Jack had just felt because his injury was not fully "fine".

'Okay, okay, I'm not fine. But I'm getting there, Sir.'

'Glad to hear of it, Colonel.'

Jack nodded. 'Uh... How's Carter and Daniel and Teal'c?'

'They're good. They'll be all right. I think Sam's going to take a bit more time than the others though.'

'Ha.' Jack laughed nervously. 'Those woman are so sentimental!' The General's eyes narrowed.

'That was out of line, O'Neill.'

'Yes, Sir. I know. I'm sorry, Sir. General Hammond's face relaxed a bit. He knew Jack's humour got them in and out of trouble sometimes, but George Hammond knew that he tried to use it responsibly. At least he did try a little bit. He was a funny guy sometimes. But joking about Sam and Janet... at a time like this... especially when the pain was so fresh...

'Sir? How are you?' Jack asked concernedly, realising he'd gone a bit too far and that the doctor's death made General Hammond, just as upset as the others in the SG-1 team.

'Maybe I'm not okay now, Jack.' General Hammond slowly thinking of how to best phrase his words that would best describe his feelings. 'But I will be.'

'That's a good way to look at it, Sir.'

'I thought you should know, Jack. Major Carter is speaking at Janet's Memorial Service on Wednesday... Cassie will be there too. They need you to be there for them right now. Can I ask you to do that?' Jack looked somewhat surprised at the task given to him, but then snapped to attention. 'You can count on me, Sir.'

'Good to hear, Colonel.' General Hammond turned to leave the infirmary. 'Jack? Please don't mention this to Major Carter... or Cassie?'

Jack nodded and the General, satisfied with his answer, left Jack alone again.