Thanx for the reviews. No, I didn't die. But there is such a thing as school, and it took over my brain. Newho, school's over now, and here is the third chapter of Don't Speak, if ne1 remembers that. lol

I do not own Matchbox 20 or their songs.

Story time(If you remember the story):

Chapter Three: Damn

Jack literally sat by his phone all day the night after he had called Sam's house and left a message. Needless to say, he was quite put out when she didn't call him back.

Jack then proceeded to live around his phone. He relied on it. Every time he would come back from an errand or something of that such for about the next week he would run over to the answering machine if it was blinking at him.

He was never satisfied.

This old world well
Don't it make you wanna think damn

It wasn't really Sam's fault either. The morning after she went on her drinking escapade, she went straight to work. SG-1, or what was left of it, was then put on a seemingly "boring" mission to get them back on their feet again. Honestly though, when do those missions ever end up really staying boring.

As it turned out, the planet they had chosen to take rock samples from happened to have inhabitants that lived below the surface. The inhabitants decided to come and investigate the little noises they heard on the surface and all hell broke loose.

Apparently it was considered rude to take the sacred rocks, so SG-1 was held ransom by the inhabitants due to their attempted rock thievery, how dare they.

Well eventually Sam did get back to her house, and she did see that her own answering machine was blinking at her, hiding its secrets. She lazily walked over to it after she had thrown her keys onto a nearby counter and pressed the play button

Sam collapsed upon her comfy sofa and listened to the recorded voice come through the small speaker.

"You have five new messages. Message One: 'Hi Sam, this is Mark, I just wanted to let you know that Charlotte is graduating from elementary school in a month," came her brother's revorded voice, "and I know that your schedule is busy because of your deep space radar telemetry, or whatever it is, call me back.' Date of message, two days ago. Message two…"

And the machine continued. Sam reclined backwards into her seat and listened to the rest of the messages.

Library, insurance agency, local hospital asking for blood donations and then Jack's familiar voice. Sam's head snapped up at his voice.

"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."

Sam's heart skipped a beat as she picked up the phone and dialed Jack's number.

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Jack sat alone at his house, on his big and old couch. He held a beer lazily in his hands, sipping occasionally. He wasn't really doing anything except sitting, and staring and sitting and sipping, and staring and well, you get the idea.

So when the phone rang Jack jumped at the sound, and then lazily picked it up.

"Hello?" He asked into the phone.

"Hi, Col…Jack, umm, I was just returning your call…" At the sound of Sam's voice, Jack's head looked up slightly, and he remembered how he had been so disappointed the day after he had called her and received no reply.

This cold girl well
Don't she make you wanna scream damn

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Jack woke up early the next morning after he had left the message on Sam's phone. After looking at the machine, and not seeing a satisfying blinking, he jumped in the shower.

After he had refreshed himself, he looked at the answering machine once more, only to see that it still was not telling him anything different.

Great.

Well, now Jack began to wonder. Which he does do often, even if he doesn't tell everyone else about it.


What's the matter girl
Don't you think I'm good enough
This old heart's had a whole lot a breakin' down
She's got all these reasons in her head

"Why hasn't Sam called me back yet?" he thought silently to himself, "Its only been not even a day, give it more time." He thought back, which is kinda scary, but Jack's living by himself and without a dog, what did you expect?

Well, that day eventually ended, and melted into the next day. Then the next day, then the next, until a week had passed. It was at this point that Jack began to get worried.

Things got turned 'round
Don't know where I started from, damn
Can't eat, can't sleep
Could have been a bigger man, damn
What's the matter girl don't you think I'm bright enough
This old man had a hard time getting here
You can leave your number at the door

"You did get her upset," he said to himself, "how would you feel if your best friend left you, without an explanation." Jack rubbed his brow in frustration before he walked into the living room of his house, beer in hand.

"Well," he continued to himself, "if she hasn't called now, she won't."

That is when Jack began to sit and stare, sit, stare and then sip his beer. He performed this "ritual" the next night, and the night after that.

And there's nothing at all
Yeah there's nothing at all
Well there's nothing at all
To make her change her mind

oh make her change her mind
to make her change her

Jack's house was quiet, except for the occasional shuffle of Jack to the fridge or the bathroom. Other than that, he sat and stared, stared and sat, sipped, then stared and sat some more.

How exciting.

This old house been quiet since
You went away, damn
Mixed up, fixed out
Don't forget who got you here, damn

"Well," Jack began to reason with himself, "if I hadn't left, it was only a matter of time before I got shot," he reassured himself, "I am getting kind of old, it was only a matter of time."

What's the matter world
Don't you see I opened up
This whole part been played by another man
I pulled out the reason card instead

Of course, right when Jack got around to convincing himself to give up and that Sam was pissed off at him, and that she was indeed not calling, the phone rang.

She's takin' her time 'til I thought I would die
And I can't sit still

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"Oh, uh, yea. Listen…." And so Jack began to explain.

a/n- Alright, its summer now, and I will DEFINITELY be posting more now. I'm so sorryyyyyy. School, and it got bad, research papers, essays, test, quizzes, AHHH!

Well, I'm back now, so…yea.