A twenty-five year old Lieutenant Samantha Carter paced nervously as she realized what she was about to do. They had recently discovered that one of the black ops operatives previously thought KIA was really MIA and in desperate need of a rescue. They wouldn't tell her the name of the soldier, but all she was told was that she was going to provide air support for the rescuers.
"Carter?" her friend, Captain Mitchell asked quietly. He was a good guy – even if some of the others thought he was a little too perfect. She turned and looked at him, letting her fear be seen. "You ready?"
She nodded, "As ready as I'll ever be, Cam. Let's do this thing." Mitchell was going to be the other pilot offering air support.
Ten hours later Sam was in the infirmary at the base. Her plane had gotten shot down in the last run of the rescue, and she had had to eject. She only suffered minor scrapes and bruises, but that didn't mean the doctors didn't want to poke and prod her to no end.
"Nooo!" she heard a scream come from the other end of the infirmary where they were treating the man they had brought back. Her head shot up at the sound of that voice. She knew it from somewhere.
Holy shit! It was Jack!
She rose swiftly and started racing toward where he was, all the while being led by his repeated cries of "No! No!"
What she saw horrified her. The damn orderlies had strapped Jack to the bed! "Untie him right now!" When they hesitated she went into complete military mode, "That's an order!"
The frightened orderlies undid the ties and Jack started thrashing around, "He's having a nightmare, ma'am," one of them told her.
Without even thinking, Sam started singing the first thing that came to mind,
"Well she got her daddy's car and she cruised
through the hamburger stand now.
Seems she forgot all about the
library like she told her old man now.
And with the radio blastin'
goes cruisin' just as fast as she can now.
And she'll have fun,
fun, fun till her daddy takes the T-Bird away…"
To the amazement of everyone, Jack's malnourished form started whispering the last line of the song when she sung it, "And she'll have fun, fun, fun till her daddy takes the T-Bird away." His eyes shot open, "Sam!"
She was at his side instantly, "I'm here. Don't worry, I'm here." Sam brought one of her hands up to stroke Jack's face, but then thought the better of it. "Shh, it's all right. You're safe now. They can't hurt you."
His hand reached out to take one of hers; she gave him both just so he could feel secure in knowing she was there. "I dreamt that they had you, Sam. They had you and they made me watch as they killed you."
"Shh, it's okay. I'm here now - you're here now. They're not here." The doctor – Dr. McDonnell – came in and noticed right away the calming effect Sam had on Jack.
"Alright, Colonel, I'm going to have to ask you to get some sleep. Your body's been though a lot – it needs a chance to recuperate. Lt. Carter can stay if you want, but you need to sleep."
Sam looked into Jack's haunted brown eyes with her light baby blues, "I'll stay if it's what you want, Jack."
Jack nodded, "Stay."
Dr. McDonnell went to inject something into Jack's IV, but Sam's cool hand stopped him, "Did they drug him when he was in there?" The doctor nodded, "Then why the hell are you giving him more drugs? Let these ones get out of his bloody system at least! He needs to be able to feel in complete control – no drugs. Am I understood?"
"Perfectly, ma'am." The 'good' doctor left as abruptly as he had come.
Sam turned back to Jack. "Thank you, Sam," he whispered. "I have just one more thing to ask you, though."
"What?"
"Sing me to sleep?"
A genuine smile graced Sam's features, "Always…
The
way you wear your hat
The way you sip your tea
The memory of
all that
No, no they can't take that away from me
The way
your smile just beams
The way you sing off key
The way you
haunt my dreams
No, no they can't take that away from me
We
may never, never meet again, on that bumpy road to love
Still
I'll always, always keep the memory of
The way you hold your
knife
The way we dance till three
The way you change my life
No, no they can't take that away from me
No they can't take
that away from me
Yeah, yeah, yeah
We may never, never
meet again, on this bumpy road to love
Still I'll always, always
keep the memory of
The way you hold your knife
The way we
dance till three
The way you change my life
No, no they can't
take that away from me
No they can't take that away from me
No
they can't take that away from me
No they'll never, never, never,
never take that away from me
No they can't take that away...
By the time Sam had finished the song, Jack was far away in the land of slumber. Smiling, content that her dream lover was once again with her; she laid her head down on the bed beside his hand, soon following him to the distant shores.
"Charlie!" Jack screamed in his sleep. Sam woke with a start. "Charlie! Where are you?" She didn't know what to do. Who was Charlie?
So, she did the only think she could think of, she tried to wake him up, "Jack! Wake up! Jack! Wake up!" When this method proved ineffective she resorted to the last thing in the world she wanted to do, "Colonel O'Neill! Wake up!" she barked in her best drill sergeant impersonation to date.
Jack's eyes flew open and after a few seconds he remembered where he was, "Shit! Sam, I'm sorry you have to witness all of this."
"It's alright, Jack. I don't want you going through all of this alone."
Jack shook his head at her devotion, "No, remember the last time we saw each other – at the Academy? I told you I was getting married."
Sam nodded, "Yeah, what about it?"
Jack's bruised face turned away from Sam, "When I got back, I told Sarah – my fiancée – that I didn't want to marry her. She told me she was pregnant. Charlie's our son, Sam."
The woman looked down at her hands, "So, you married her?"
Jack nodded, unable to say a thing.
"I hope you're happy, Jack. God knows I'll never be without you," and with that she left. Wanting with all her heart to look back, and yet forcing herself not to – for his sake as well as her own. He was married; Samantha Carter did not ruin marriages on a whim.
A/N: Soo? What do you think? Is it still worth reading? I'm branching out with my writing in this by doing this to Sam and Jack, I normally wouldn't - but I don't think that Jack would give up his son for a woman let's face it, he's met twice. Please review.