A/N: Sorry I didn't get this chapter out yesterday, but this one took some thinking. I'll try my hardest to get another one out today as well to make it up to you. The more reviews I get, the more likely that will happen!

"I win again." Sam looked up from the ground and passed Jack the sharp stone they had been using to play tick-tack-toe on the rocks beneath them. At first Sam had wanted to find a way out, but it seemed that their only chance of escape was to wait until Swoosh came back again. Jack had named their captor, feeling that calling him, 'Him' wasn't very fitting.

"It looks like a tie to me Carter." They had moved in front of the door, not only so they could hear Swoosh coming back, but it was the only place they had enough light to seethe floor in order to play.

"You started first so I win by default." Neither person wanted to play the child's game but it really was the only thing for them to do. Swoosh had not made another appearance since he had untied them, it had been well over 10 hours.

"Did I ever tell you I despise scientists?" Sam's eyelids were beginning to droop, but was afraid that if she fell asleep, she would be more susceptible to hypothermia. Jack had begun to fatigue as well and he knew that is Swoosh didn't come back soon, he and Carter would have no choice but to rest for awhile, even Carter couldn't stay awake forever.

"You may have mentioned it once, or twice." Sam rolled her shoulders and shifted to a more comfortable position against the wall. "Or one hundred times."

Jack gave a huge yawn just then, "Excuse me. Why do you think Swoosh is keeping us here?" He asked the same question for the fourth time that day, Sam still didn't have an answer.

"I don't know Sir. But it would be a lot easier to find out if he showed up to chat a little more often." Sam knew he was just asking the question to keep them both alert, sleep was a luxury they couldn't afford at the moment.

They both remained silent for time, not sure what to talk about. For the first half hour Sam had argued with Jack, trying to get him to eat something. She had finally managed to get him to put it in his mouth only for it to be spat across the room at high velocity. Jack claimed the top layer of the mush had frozen solid. The rest of the time they hadn't talked about anything specific. Jack had started in about hockey, until Sam had started explaining the physics of the game. They had moseyed around the topic of Martouf and the past few weeks. Sam didn't give any information and Jack didn't ask.

"You would think that he would have let his plans for us become apparent by now." Jack looked at Sam bewildered, for a second he did not seem to know where he was, but the truth sank back in quickly.

"You would think, but no one can read the mind of a crazy alien."

By the look Sam was giving him, she didn't whole-heartedly agree with that statement. They had encountered too many strange things for her not to believe almost anything.

"Well, we can't, at least not yet."

Silence consumed them again. Sam's head started to slip down on to her chest. Knowing it was pointless to keep her awake, no matter what she said, Jack stood and picked her up. He carried her over to the middle of the room, where he laid he down. His hand ran down her cheek, she was so beautiful, his perfect angel. He never wanted any harm to come to her, but how could he insure that on this unfamiliar place? It was so tempting for him to lay down next to her. To hold her in the cold night, shield her body with his own. But the military man inside of him took over, he straightened from his crouched position and regained his place by the door. He didn't sit, but paced in front of it, determined to stay awake until Sam had had as much sleep as possible. He didn't have long to wait however. Sam had been out for a mere 20 minutes before she joined him at the door.

"Go back to sleep Carter." The defiant look in her eyes made him add, "That's an order."

"No Sir. I'll be fine as long as I have something to do."

"Sorry Carter but I'm fresh out of alien technology."

"I know Sir, I just want to talk." Tears had formed in her eyes as she talked. She needed to get all her feelings off her chest. The burden was too much for her to carry any longer.

Jack saw the hurt in her eyes and put his hand on her arm and led her back from the door. His reason was for privacy, not from Swoosh, as he would have told Sam, it was likely he wasn't coming back for a long time. He didn't want Sam to see him cry, because she was going to and if she did, there was a good chance he wouldn't be able to stop himself. No, better to talk in the dark.

"I don't know what to say."

"Don't say anything just listen."

"Ok."

Sam sat down on the stones and brought her knees to her chest, waiting for Jack to sit next to her. He sat and she started talking about all the things that had happened, starting with when the forceshield had separated them in the Goa'uld ship. She told him how it had felt to see him, not being able to reach him yet, they were so close. She talked through all the time until she had killed Martouf. Her voice broke there and she choked on her words. Jack didn't know if he should hold her, if she wanted to be held. If he should interrupt, or say something. He didn't know what to say so he just remained quiet and didn't move, he waited for Sam to get her voice back.

"I nearly died, when I saw him fall to the ground. I ran over to him, supported his head in my lap, though I knew he was gone. The worst part is I didn't shoot him just to save him the agony of doing it to himself, but I wanted his brain intact so we could find a way to stop anymore Zatarc's in the future."

Unable to remain silent any longer Jack touched Sam on the leg so she would look at him. "That's what he wanted Sam. He wanted to help everyone else, even when there was no hope for him."

Sam cried even harder, Jack's eyes watered, not for Martouf but for Sam. All the heartache she went through on a daily basis, he knew what it was like, knew how it was to cry on the inside every day. He had done it for his son, after he lost him, he had holed himself into his own world. Pretending nothing bothered him. He couldn't pretend any longer and he cried.