Previously on Stargate: SG-1
She managed to peek over his shoulder into the infirmary, and the minute she did so, she stopped resisting his strong embrace and collapsed against his chest, her body convulsing with giant sobs. "Oh, Jack...I said I didn't want any guns in the house." She hit his chest a couple of times. "I SAID NO GUNS IN THE HOUSE!" Then, she fell, unconscious, into his arms. He held her for a few more minutes, and allowed his fingers to feather through her hair.
"I know, Sara. And now we're all paying for my mistake." He whispered.
A shocked Janet Fraiser watched the whole encounter. She still couldn't believe her eyes or her ears.
"Doc, can I get some help over here? Something's wrong with Carter." Jack said urgently.
She nodded and two airmen helped Jack lift the limp Sam onto a cot. He lingered and watched Janet as she began to examine her. "Colonel, I need to run some tests, but before I do, I have to ask you a few questions. Do you know what caused this?"
He shook his head. "It was just standard recon on Argos…besides, this happened when we were in the locker room."
She shook her head as she felt for Sam's pulse. "It's steady. I want to get some CAT scans and I want to monitor her brain activity."
Janet looked back at Jack. "Colonel, I need you to go and tell General Hammond about this. Can you handle that?"
He nodded, numbly. "I just want to be back when she wakes up."
"Colonel, she's not going to go through this alone, but you don't have to be the one…"
"Yes I do." He interrupted, huskily. "These are my ghosts…she shouldn't have to experience this without me." He closed his eyes. "Not the way Sara did."
He walked slowly to the General's office and knocked on the door. He received a wave of the hand from the man on the telephone and Jack opened the door.
"I don't care what Maybourne thinks, I believe it would be detrimental to this program if we continue in this direction." There was silence as the General listened and pondered on what the man on the other line was saying. "Thank you, Mr. President. I'm glad that you feel that way. All right, good-bye." He turned his attention to Jack. "What can I do for you, Colonel O'Neill?"
Jack took a deep breath. "Uh, Major Carter is, uh, well…"
"Spit it out, Colonel."
"She's experiencing my ex-wife's emotions and experiences."
The General looked at him. "Your ex-wife's memories are in Major Carter?"
"Yes sir."
"How the hell did that happen, Colonel?"
"I still have no idea." Jack said.
"Well, take her to the infirmary."
"All ready done, sir. Dr. Fraiser just wanted me to let you know about Major Carter's condition."
"Well, consider yourself dismissed unless you need something." The General said.
"Thank you, sir."
As he walked out of the briefing room, he literally ran into Daniel who had a cup of coffee in one hand and a book in the other. The coffee cup splashed the hot liquid all over Daniel's book and he groaned. "Aw, Jack…don't you ever watch where you're going?"
"Sorry, Danny."
Daniel studied his friend. "Jack, what's going on?"
Jack took a deep breath. "Well, Sam's…Samantha's…Major Carter is being plagued by my Sara's memories."
Daniel knit his eyebrows together with incomprehension. "Sara…Sara…" He muttered, trying to place the name. Then, he looked up. "Whoa, Sara…your ex-wife Sara?"
Jack nodded.
"Okay, and she is being plagued by memories of your ex-wife or plagued by your ex-wife's memories?" Daniel continued trying to clarify.
"She's reliving the past…" Jack said frustrated. "We…we just went through Charlie's death."
Daniel's eyes widened. "Are you going to be okay?"
Jack nodded.
"Is she okay?"
"She's in the infirmary…she passed out, and Doc's taking the time to run some tests to figure out what's going on." Jack's steps quickened as he reached the elevator. "And I'm going up there."
"Mind if I come with?" Daniel asked, hesitantly.
Jack shrugged. "If you want to."
They arrived at the infirmary and saw Janet. "Colonel, she hasn't awoken yet, but I do have something interesting for you to take a look at."
She led the men to one of the monitors hooked up to Sam. She reached for the printout and handed it to them. "This is a report of her brain activity."
Daniel studied the paper closely. "What does this mean?"
"Her brain is in a heightened state of hypnosis. She really is reliving these events." The doctor said, sympathetically.
"Dad?" A timid and weak voice said. It seemed to be coming from Sam's bed. Dr. Fraiser turned to Jack, who had stiffened at the sound. "There aren't any kids in the infirmary…"
Jack nodded. "That voice just caught me off guard, that's all. It's Charlie's voice."
"Dad?" The voice whispered a little more loudly.
He walked over to Sam's cot. "I'm here, Charlie. How're you feeling, Champ?"
"Not good. Everything hurts."
"I know, kid…I know."
There was a certain amount of regret in Sam's eyes. "I'm sorry Dad…I shouldn't have touched it…I was just looking for my bat…"
"I know, Charlie. You're going to be fine. Remember, you're a champion, and champions always win." Jack said, sitting next the chair and grabbing Sam's hand.
"You told me not to go in your room…I'm sorry, Dad." She started to breathe heavily.
"Charlie, it's okay. I should have gotten your bat for you before I went to work…" He said, clutching Sam's hand desperately trying to hold onto Charlie.
"Ouch, Dad…That hurts."
"Sorry."
Her eyes started closing, and she started to lose consciousness again. "Charlie…Stay with me, bud…tell me the Minnesota Twins' stats…"
"I can't, Dad…I…gotta go…"
An alarm went off and the heart monitor showed that Sam had just flatlined. "Start with 60 joules!" Janet commanded as the crash cart came bounding next to the cot. They prepped the paddles and as they moved to apply them to Sam's lifeless body, the computer detected a heartbeat again.
"Stop!" The confused technicians did as they were told and placed the paddles back onto the crash cart.
Jack was crying now, and the tears didn't stop when Sam awoke seconds later. "I'm sorry, Sir." She said, breathless from her encounter with death.
"No, Carter, I'm sorry."
He sat on the bed and propped her up so that he could get behind her and put his arms around her. Suddenly, he felt her hands clasp his forearms.
"Jack, I missed you." She looked up at him, her eyes misted over with tears.
"I know, Sara." He kissed the top of her head. "I missed you too."
She gave him a wistful smile. "At least we get to celebrate our anniversary together this year."
"Yeah…not like last year."
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