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Previously on Stargate SG-1...

Jacob Carter was at home sitting next to the phone. He knew he was acting like a paranoid father but, hey, he was one. To his surprise, a car pulled in front of his house and someone got out. Jacob flung open the door.

"Mr. Carter?" the officer said looking up from a card, he held in his hand.

"I'm Jacob Carter, what's wrong? Is Sam-"

The man shook his head. "It's your son, Mark. He's been in an accident."

And now the contination...

As Sam and Jack tried to imitate one of the dances the seniors were doing an announcement broke out through
the hall.

"Samantha Carter to the exit please, Samantha Carter to the exit."

Sam and Jack exchanged startled glances and dashed towards it.

"Dad?" she asked seeing him in the hall.

Jacob, pale but composed, grabbed her hands.

"What is it?" she asked gripping his icy fingers.

"It's Mark. He's been in an accident." He stopped and took a deep breath. "Sam, it's bad. He may not survive
the night."

Her hand flew to her mouth. "How?"

"He was drunk, crashed into a tree."

"I'll get my stuff," she said instantly turning around. Jack had her purse and jacket ready.

"Tell Janet I'm sorry for running out on her?" she asked.

"I'm coming," he said firmly.

She looked at her Dad questioningly. He nodded.

"Let's go."

Sam looked around as her dad dragged her down the halls into the ICU ward. He pointed to the bed in the
far left.

"That's Mark?" she asked uncertainly.

The figure on the bed was completely wrapped up in gauze.

Jacob nodded.

She approached the bed. "Mark? Hey, it's me, Sam."

"Why... aren't... you... at... the... ball?" he rasped.

"I wanted to see you."

"Not... gonna die... you know..."

"I know."

"Dad here?"

"I'm here son."

"Sorry 'bout...car."

"Don't sweat it."

"My... fault," he paused. "O'Neill, you... here?"

Jack looked startled but answered him.

"You... watch Sam... Keep jerks... away."

"I will."

"Sam... You stay... till tomorrow?" the figure asked piteously.

"Yeah, I will," she said softly.

"Promise?"

She nodded. "I promise."

The night dragged on. By four o'clock, Doctor's informed Jacob he would live but most likely would be paralyzed for the rest of his life. Three more weeks dragged by. Janet, Daniel, Teal'c, Sam and Jack spent their afternoons at the hospital, Sam availing herself on the ten minutes every hour visit. Mark clung to her like a child to its mother.

By the end of April, he had significantly improved, but not enough.

Jacob Carter paused in the doorway listening to his teenage daughter laugh. It was good to hear laughter for once.

"Dad?" she asked covering the phone speaker. "Need something?"

"We need to talk."

She searched his face then turned back to the phone.

"Uh Janet, I'll call you later," she laughed. "Yeah, whatever, peace out," she disconnected it and tossed it on her desk.

"What's up?" she asked crossing jean covered legs.

"I didn't want to tell you this...," he began inching his way into the room.

"Spit it out," she ordered.

He gingerly sat down on the stool near her door. "Mark's hurt worse then we thought."

She paled. "How much worse?"

"He will be paralyzed permanently."

"Oh Dad," she whispered. "No."

"Unless...," he paused. "This isn't easy."

"What?"

"Unless we move to Mexico."

She stared at him not comprehending. "What?" she finally asked.

"There is a hospital in Mexico which specializes in cases like this. We go there and in three years, Mark should be walking around."

"Mexico..."

"I'm sorry Sam."

"Couldn't I-" she stopped and gave a bitter laugh. The brother who had never really cared about her was clinging to her. "Mark," she finished. "Mark needs me." Inside she was screaming. "But Jack needs me
too!"

"I know this isn't easy Samantha."

"What about Teal'c?" she asked, "We can't leave him alone."

"He's being sent to another family in Nevada."

"Does he know?"

Jacob nodded. "He likes us and he's sorry to leave us, but, he knows it's what's best for Mark."

She looked up unshed tears in her eyes. "I... when?"

He sighed. "Wednesday."

She stared at him disbelievingly. "Dad, that's in three days."

"I know."

"I can't just pack up over three years of life in just three days!"

"You can skip school, packers are arriving tomorrow, and I've already done Mark's and my room."

"How's Mark getting there?"

"He's being flown there tomorrow. We'll drive to the airport and fly there. An Airman will drop off the car."

"Sounds like it's all arranged."

Jacob stood up. "I'm sorry Sammie."

She nodded. "I understand," she said dully. "Can I be alone?"

He stood up. After a brief hesitation, he kissed her forehead then hurried out.

Sam stared at her fingertips before slowly dragging herself off the bed. "Might as well get packing."

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Ding Dong

Jacob opened the door to reveal one anxious Jack
O'Neill.

"Hello General. Is Sam ready?"

"Up in her room."

Jack thanked him and dashed up the stairs. He paused in the doorway. "Whoa!"

The entire room was dismantled except for the bed, desk and chair. Pictures taken down and packed, everything she didn't use daily was packed away in two huge boxes. A weeks worth of outfits was piled on the desk with a few writing utensils.

"Sam, what's going on?"

"We're moving."

Jack froze. "What?"

"We're moving," she anticipated his next question. "Wednesday."

All the air left him. "That's in three days."

She nodded.

"Why?"

"Essentially Mark."

"You can't leave!"

"I have to Jack."

He nodded wordlessly. "You going to go school?"

She nodded. "Yeah, yeah I am."

A slew of emotions flashed across his face. "Sam-" he began.

"Jack please. Just go, don't make it harder then it has to be."

"No."

She turned around. "Go!" she yelled. "Go! Leave me!"

He stared at her. "I'm not going."

"Go!" she pleaded. "Please," she added in a whisper.

Jack watched her shoulders shake. He pulled her into his arms. "Shh... It'll be ok."

She cried silently. Jack felt the tears soak his shirt but he just kept stroking her hair.

She finally pulled away. "Thanks."

Ten minutes later, a boy hurried out of the house and down the street. Sam watched him leave from the window.

"Bye Jack," she whispered.

Monday flew by. People stopped her and wished her luck in Mexico; some insisted they envied her while others told her all about the horrors of Mexico. Robert wished her luck and 'consoled' her by saying she wouldn't get TOO far behind in her studies. She wasn't that stupid- for a girl.

Teal'c, Daniel, Janet, Jack, and Sam banded together as their last day drew nearer. The teachers were sympathetic and assigned no homework to the five.

Tuesday Sam thought was the worst day of her life. The movers moved everything out of their house. Two air mattresses and two duffle bags was all that remained in the house. That night, Janet held a farewell party.

Well...

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