A/N: This delay you've all been made to suffer really isn't my fault...okay, partially it is. I broke a rule and couldn't post again until Sunday at 10:30 my time, but the power went out all over my county when the main power grids went off line after we had hurricane force winds knocking down trees all over the place. We just got power back and I'm not sure how long it's going to stay on considering we're expecting another storm tonight.
This is just a short one to keep you all interested. Please review! It makes me sad when you don't review. And when I'm sad I don't update.
A few days later, there was still no sign of Jack, and Sarah was starting to have serious problems with living in her house. So she moved in with Sam. It was a great arrangement, both women liked each other and because Sarah was going through such a difficult time, she needed a willing ear which she found in Samantha Carter.
It was the fourth night after Sarah had moved in when Sam opened up to her, "My mother died when I was fifteen. My dad, Air Force Colonel at the time, was supposed to pick her up from the airport – but he got stuck in a meeting. So she took a cab.
"That day it was pouring down rain in the city, and the cab hydroplaned out of control before wrapping around a tree. She was killed instantly, and the driver escaped with minimal injury. For a long time after that I blamed my dad for her death – my brother Mark still does. But after a while I realized something: If she was meant to die that day my father picking her up wouldn't have made a difference."
Their eyes met, and held. In that moment Sarah realized she wasn't alone and there was life after lose. "It's just so hard. No one should have to go through this, Sam."
Sam nodded, "You're right, no parent should have to burry their own child. But we live on to carry on their legacy. As short as his life was, Charlie made an impact."
The conversation was interrupted by the doorbell ringing, "Stay here," Sam said, "I'll get it."
"Sam?" Jack said when the door opened. He had been told Sarah was living in he apartment, not Sam as well. "What are you doing here?"
The officer just glared at him, "I could ask you the same thing, Jack. I live here."
"Is Sarah here?" Sam nodded affirmative, "Then can I see her?"
"Just a second," Sam said after she saw the urgency in Jack's eyes. She sure as hell wanted to deck the bastard for shutting Sarah out like that and leaving her alone. But that was Sarah's call to make.
"Sarah?" Sam said softly, "It's Jack. He wants to see you, but if you'd rather, I can make him leave."
The older woman shook her head, "No, that's alright. You can let him in, Sam."
"Are you sure?"
Sarah nodded, "It needs to happen."
Sam led Jack into their humble abode, still filled with boxes from moving. "I'm going to make some coffee. Did you want some tea, Sarah?"
Sarah nodded, but the look she gave Sam told her not to be gone long. Sam had transformed into Sarah's rock in the past few days they'd grown to know each other. Sarah felt that without Sam she could not stand – it was a feeling she didn't like, but accepted all the same.
"What do you want, Jack?" Sarah asked when Sam was in the kitchen.
"To save our marriage," he responded quietly. He wasn't so sure it was what he wanted precisely, but it was what Sarah needed.
Sarah shook her head, "No you don't. You saw the divorce papers I left for you at the house – this is just a last ditch effort not to go against your Catholic upbringing and get divorced. You don't want to stay in this sham of a marriage any more than I do."
"It doesn't matter. You're pregnant with my child, Sarah. I won't let you raise it alone." Jack was very firm in his devotion to fatherhood. He'd stay in the worst marriage on the planet if it meant that he got to raise his children.
Sarah shook her head, "I started my period two days ago, Jack. I'm not pregnant and you're off the hook. Good-bye, Jack."
Jack got up, relieved and saddened to do so, "Good-bye, Sarah." Sam came back into the room with another cup of tea for her roommate. "Take good care of her, Sam. She deserves it."
"It's a shame you're in such a hurry to die, Jack," Sam said as she walked him to the door. "There's so much good left for you to do."
Jack smiled half-heartedly, remembering nearly the same words as they came out of Dr. Jackson's mouth. "How do you know that, Sam?"
She looked into his eyes and saw into the depths of his very soul, "Because you're part of a rare breed, Jack O'Neill: the true American hero."
A/N: Reviews anyone? If you guys continue to not review I just won't update. Even if it's just to say hi or that your aunt in Capris sent you a yellow car for Hanukkah or Christmas or Winter Solstice or for Kwanza - I want the reviews! Oh, yeah, if you review, I'll update like...tonight maybe.