Author: roseofthegate
Disclaimer: I do not own a StarGate, StarGate SG-1 or any of its characters. You can sue me for writing this, if you want, but all I have to give you are my sketchbooks, manuscripts, and a bunch of overpriced Tae Kwon Do equipment. I do own Major Allison Cornnett, Ph.D., though. She is my character and may not be used with out my permission.
A/N: Yay! Thirteen reviews for Jenn! I'm really happy with the response to this latest endeavor of mine. Just so you know, the update times between chapters may be longer than my previous story because I'm really busy with school and I'm right in the middle of writing a bunch of essays for my teachers. So all I can ask for is your tolerance.
TO: GateSeeker2: I will, I promise. Sam and Jack will have their time together. And Sam will regret this 'decision' that she's made. Thanks for reviewing!
TO: Captain-Ammie: What does it remind you of?
TO: iamari and pain in the mikta: I'm glad you like Allison. I was hoping that she'd be well received!
TO: froggy0319: Sorry to shock ya. It's just I need something to, oh, grab people's attention. Don't worry, I'll correct the wrong.
TO: millers-rule: I'm not gonna kill Pete this time. Sorry, it's just…I killed him once and I want him to be miserable this time. Though…if I have a change of heart, I'll let ya know, okay?
Thanks to my awesome betas AndromedaBlack-thelesserknown (or whatever she's known as now!) and Eruannelaviriel! You both are GREAT!
Allison's Point of View; 2 weeks later
Sam came to her appointment with me today wearing make-up and lots of it. It was her first day back since her wedding. What had me puzzled was that Sam has never worn make-up to work before. Her eyes looked a little poofy, too.
I waited until she'd entered and then asked neutrally, "How's married life?" She looked at me and closed the door firmly behind her. Without saying a word, she took a tissue from my desk and began to wipe the make-up off her face.
I clenched my jaw as I saw what was under all that make-up. On the side of her face was a purplish bruise. She also had a nasty looking black eye.
"Sam…" I was shocked. "Why…how did this happen?"
"He woke me up a couple times by hitting me. Other times it just happened out of the blue. Those times I stopped him, Ali…he hits me a lot. He swears he loves me, but how can he? I want to file for divorce, but…"
There was no doubt in my mind who 'he' was. I prompted her on, "But what, Sam?"
"He-he'll kill me." A tear slid down her check at this point.
"No, he won't. If you press charges—which you should—he won't be able to touch you. Sam…I have to tell General O'Neill about this."
"Why?" She looked even more upset.
"Because I'm taking you off active duty. He will need to know why."
"Can I tell him…now?"
"Of course," I said as I picked up the phone. I dialed the inter-base extension for his office.
"O'Neill," he answered bluntly.
"General, this is Major Cornett. Could you come to my office now if it's a good time, sir?"
"Anytime is good if it gets me away from all this damn paperwork," he replied. When he arrived, I left the office, closing the door behind me, so Sam could tell him privately.
Jack's Point of View
I sat down next to Carter as Allison left the room. Sam's face was all beaten in. She had a black eye and looked absolutely traumatized.
"Carter…" I didn't know what to say. She looked at me and I saw the tears welling up in her eyes. I took her hands in min and squeezed them supportively.
She inhaled and began. "A couple days after the wedding, my husband," she spat the last word, "woke me up by smacking me. I sat up and asked him what the hell he thought he was doing. He told me that I spend too much time with my ass in bed and that I was a lazy bitch essentially. And then he left for work and I resisted the urge to tell anyone. I told myself that he was just having a bad day. And I believed it because when he came home that night, he apologized and was all tender and loving again. It was fine for the next three days. There was no hitting or name-calling. Then last night I mentioned that I was looking forward to going back to work and he went off the handle. He informed me that he thought that I spent too much time here and said that he couldn't believe that I spent all that time working. Then he accused me of…of sleeping with Daniel, Teal'c, and…" her voice quavered, and I knew what she was going to say. "You. I told him that he was crazy to think such a thing and that I loved him and would never cheat on him but…he started hitting me. I managed to block most of his blows but…" She gestured to her face, which was evidence of what that bastard had put her through. She continued the tale of her marital disaster, " I locked myself in the bathroom until I heard him leave. Then I gathered all my essentials, put on my make-up to hide the bruises and came here. I'm not going back, sir. Never! Allison said that I could stay here so he can't get me. I just know when I file for divorce he'll go crazy—I know it!"
I squeezed her hands supportively and said, "Carter…Sam, you can stay here as long as you want. I'll make sure he won't ever be allowed in here again, okay?"
She nodded and started sobbing. She was emotionally drained, I guess. I pulled her into my arms and rubbed her back as I murmured comforting words.
That bastard she'd married would never hurt her again. In fact, he is going to regret the day he even thought of hurting the woman I love. I'd make sure of it.
Later, after Allison and I had taken Carter to the Infirmary, we sat down in her office. "I'm taking her off active duty, sir," she informed me. "There's no healthy way she can get through this and handle her regular workload."
"I agree," I told her. "I don't know what Carter told you but the account I heard was…pretty bad."
"She didn't tell me much; just that Shanahan was beating on her." Allison looked at me with her very direct gaze. "Why? What did she tell you, sir?"
"She hates him for what he put her through. He told her that she was a lazy bitch one time and later accused her of…sleeping around," I said softly. I couldn't bear to tell Ali who the man had accused Sam of having an affair with. It would just be too much right now.
The major behind the desk sighed. "I don't want to say 'I told you so' to Sam but I've…Shanahan has always left a bad taste in my mouth, you know? Like that background check he had run on her. He's slimy. I was a little uneasy about Sam marrying him, but I figured she could take care of herself." She shook her head. "We have to get her a divorce, sir. ASAP."
"Yeah, I know," I agreed readily. "But how fast can it be done?"
"God, sir, I don't know." Allison sighed again. "Well, I've got work to do and so do you, sir. I'll look into the matter."
"Good. Make it a priority, Major."
"Yes, sir," she answered crisply and I left the room with a very full mind.
A/N: There you go. Possibly the longest chapter I've ever written.
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Jenn