"all that i've got" by sam carter o'neill wagtail

chapter 7: reunion

The moment Jack O'Neill opened his eyes, he thought he was in heaven (surprisingly enough). Then he realized there was an IV tube sticking into his arm.

Jack O'Neill was laying in a bed of St. Vincent's Medical Center, or so the medical bracelet on his arm told him.

"Mr. O'Neill?"

He looked up to see a young blonde nurse standing in the doorway.

"What happened?" he asked her as she stepped into the room.

"You were involved in a car accident early this morning…only about 3 hours ago. "

"I'm…"

"You're very lucky to be alive, Mr. O'Neill. Do you know where you are?"

"Um… Saint Vincent's Medical Center?"

"Correct. Who's the president? What's the year?" she asked him as she checked his blood pressure.

"Um… Clint Star. It's 2010… and… I'M GOING TO BE LATE!"

"The doctor recommends that you stay for observance for at least a night to make sure there are no complications. "

"You don't understand, I really have to get to Colorado Springs!"

"Well… errr… your car was totaled. "

"Oh nuts…Where can I rent a car?"

Sam noticed him walking into the funeral home halfway through the priest's brief sermon. It made her blood boil that he hadn't bothered himself to be punctual for General Hammond's wake! What was wrong with him! She knew she hadn't seen him in five years but…

Five years…she'd known nothing of him for the past five years. She hadn't known whether he was dead or alive, or if he was with someone, or… if he was happy. She hadn't seen him or heard his voice since… since she'd broken his heart.

She looked shamefully to the floor as the priest finished and as memories of him flooded her, made millions of times more intense by his presence.

"Look! It's Jack!" Daniel said excitedly.

Daniel rushed over to Jack, dragging Sam behind him. "Jack!" he exclaimed, wrapping his arms around the man in a very un-manly way.

"Ouch! Daniel! Bruised ribs!" Jack's voice made a tremor course through Sam, making her tremble.

"Oh, Jack! We haven't seen you in so long!" Daniel said as he let go of Jack. Jack's face was all scrapes and bruises. He looked… pretty bad, actually. "Wait… 'bruised ribs?'" Daniel asked, "what happened to you!"

"Uh… My truck tried to take on an 18-wheeler. Hence why I'm late."

"Oh! God! Are you all right!"

"I'm here, aren't I?" then Jack noticed Sam and their eyes locked briefly.

"Hi," she said.

"Carter," he acknowledged.

"I'm glad you made it. We were worried." She looked at the floor but directed her statement to Jack.

"I'm sure you were," he answered icily.

"UNCLE JACK!" Cassie cried. As soon as she'd seen him, she'd engulfed him in a customary bear hug.

"Casssie—Cassandra," he corrected himself as he stood back to look at the woman before him. "You're beautiful," he told her.

"She is."

Jack turned to see a man about the same age as Cassandra Fraiser who stood beside her with one arm around her waist… and another extended out and waiting to receive Jack's hand.

"Jack O'Neill, meet my husband Michael Sullivan."

Jack took Michael's hand and smiled, "great to meet you, I trust you're taking care of her? "

"Of course, sir! And the pleasure is all mine… I've heard so much about you!"

"Uncle Jack, we're going to go grab something to eat, will you please join us?"

"Of course, Cass. "

A/N: No one knew exactly what had transpired between Sam and Jack but Sam and Jack themselves. That is definitely my worst chapter ever! Urgh, I hated it. I worked for 2 hours on it and it's just not as good as I'd wanted it to be. Well, I'm off to write the next one in hopes that it'll be better. Sigh. XOXO. Je vous aime.