Chapter 31 by Abbot & Natters

Sam's POV

I don't know how long has passed, but it feels like forever since Daniel came in and took the radio off me. I caught a glimpse of Teal'c in the doorway. My mind is focusing on a kaleidoscope of images.

Jack. Jack. Jack. Jack. It chants in my head. My rational side threw up her hands in surrender the second I heard his voice on the radio. But he's gone to the Stargate. For me.

He doesn't understand that I don't want to be fixed.

There's just Daniel here now. Standing guard over me. I can hear him writing in his journal.

Suddenly Janet's voice comes over the radio. "Daniel? Come in."

"I read you Janet. Welcome to Yamyria."

I can hear him use that tone he uses only on my best friend. If I wasn't so turned on, I'd tease him about it. I don't think I can talk coherently anymore.

"Our ETA is about two hours with all this equipment. How's Sam doing?"

"She's gotten quieter about it. She fell asleep about twenty minutes ago."

"That's probably a good sign. Let her sleep. See you soon. Frasier out."

"Dan-iel?" I query softly, and I'm amazed I can say that much.

"Go back to sleep Sam. They'll be here soon," he replies through the canvas.

"Jack?" I whimper and wrap my arms around my legs to stop myself from scratching my way out of the tent.

"It won't be long Sam. Hang on," comes his soft voice.

"Jack. Jack. Jack. Jack."

Jack's POV

Fuck. Shit. Fuck. Shit.

My heels are bruised, I'm carrying gear for these lazy bastards, and they still can't keep up. I heft one of the cases, adjust the medkit hanging off my shoulder. The P90 is slippery with my hand-sweat, I almost drop it. We've been running for what seems like days.

"C'mon, Janet. Another few miles."

"JACK! I can...can...can't keep this up."

Her assistants are flopped on the ground like fish out of water. Fuckin' civvie crap is what it is. I can't believe Hammond let these guys through the gate.

"Janet, you and your people are going to HAVE to. Sam is knee deep is shit."

Even Daniel's in better shape than them. It's miserable. Sam is suffering, and what are these lazy bastards doing?Janet's on the radio now.

"Daniel? Come in."

"I read you Janet. How much longer?"

"Our ETA is about an hour still. How's Sam doing?"

"She's still asleep."

"Good. Frasier out."

I nod and whip the airmen to their feet. I have to help Sam. We'll be there in twenty minutes, I guarantee it. Nothing- and I mean nothing- is going to stop me from helping her.