A/N- omg, I was just opening my emails and the majorit of them are REVIEW ALERTS! U like started crying I was so happy. Lol, so here's the second chapter, THANK YOU FOR ALL THE REVIEWS!

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STORY TIME:

I want to trip inside your head
Spend the day there...
To hear the things you haven't said
And see what you might see

Major Carter sat in her house, alone, staring at the blank television screen. She had a beer in her hand, her hair was disheveled and she felt like her world was falling apart. The same questions kept floating through her head, "Why had he quit?" "Would he come back?" "Did I do something wrong?" As the questions swirled in her head, they mingled with the feeble hope that when she woke up this would all be a dream. No. Not a dream, a nightmare.

"Maybe it was a mission. Yeah. That was it, it was another black ops mission. In a couple weeks, maybe a month, this would all clear up and he would be her CO again. But why would he do that? Why?" She thought to herself as she tipped the beer to her lips again.

"If only I could get inside his head and find out what the hell he's thinking." She thought aloud and stood up shakily to get fetch another drink from the fridge.

I want to hear you when you call
Do you feel anything at all?
I want to see your thoughts take shape
And walk right out

Freedom has a scent
Like the top of a new born baby's head

After Sam got herself another beer she flopped down onto her couch and tilted her head back and squished it against the pillows. She pictured the look on Jack's face when he told her, and then compared the time when it was an under cover mission. They were not the same.

Sam frowned deeply. "Oh well, he could have thought to hide it more this time." Sam shrugged her shoulders to no one and took another slosh from the beer.

The songs are in your eyes
I see them when you smile
I've seen enough I'm not giving up
On a miracle drug

Of science and the human heart
There is no limit
There is no failure here sweetheart
Just when you quit...

All of her ramblings in her head, however, did not explain why Jack had quit, why he had left them in the first place. He had said he was dragging the team down, but that was bull shit. He was not dragging the team down! it was a bull shit excuse for a bull shit cause.

He was a part of the team. Without him they weren't SG-1! They would be different, not as close, they would have a newbie in his place, if anyone could replace him. Which no one could. Now that he was gone there would be no more looks at each other in a tense situation and knowing exactly what the other person meant or felt. The team had a love, one that ran down deep and connected them, and now he had broken it.

I am you and you are mine
Love makes nonsense of space
And time...will disappear
Love and logic keep us clear
Reason is on our side, love...

The songs are in your eyes
I see them when you smile
I've seen enough of romantic love
I'd give it up, yeah, I'd give it up
For a miracle, a miracle drug, a miracle drug

Sam sighed deeply after she finished her second beer and stumbled into the bathroom. It was only midnight but she still had work tomorrow. Work tomorrow, without Jack. The thought struck her like lightening and her knees buckled. Jack would not be there tomorrow.

He would not be standing in the elevator with a smile on his face and a new joke in his mouth. Sam was choking on air. Jack was her air, she would miss him, and life would be horrible. There would be no glazed over expression, furrowed eyebrows when she tried to explain a new concept.

There would be no more Jack, and she need him more than anything. With that solemn thought she began to cry and cry.

God I need your help tonight

The sobs wracked Sam's frame and she layed her head down in her hands and continued to cry. Sam did not know how long she cried, the outside world turned to mush as she cried, and the world became a blur and a dull noise in the back ground.

Among the dull noises came her phone ringing, but she did not hear it.

Eventually her voice mail picked it up.

"Hi Sam, its Jack. We need to talk. Call me back later and we can discuss when you want to meet. I know your schedules pretty hectic, so, whatever time is best for you. Thanks." And then there was a click and he was gone.

Beneath the noise
Below the din
I hear a voice
It's whispering
In science and in medicine
"I was a stranger
You took me in"

The songs are in your eyes
I see them when you smile
I've seen enough of romantic love
I'd give it up, yeah, I'd give it up
For a miracle, miracle drug

The next morning Sam awoke with a the beer bottle still clutched in her hand, like her hope that Jack would come back soon.

Miracle, miracle drug

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