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- Chapter Two: A little Secret from me to you. -

She was all Ms. Park 'Ice Queen' extra ire, when she walked through the doors of the Centre. She hated to even come to work these days, the place made her very skin crawl. She walked through the corridors of the Centre with a queenly grace. Everyone as usual scrambled out her way as she made way to her office. She entered her very posh office that was decorated in harsh black and whites. She put way her jacket, and briefcase and took a seat for another long day of hunting who was her best friend in this world. She gave a bitter laugh at the irony of work here in 'hell'. The world had a sick sense of humor, which she was all so obvious to her.

She looked through her mail, and began to sip the coffee that her assistant left on her desk five minutes earlier before her arrival. She a took a quick look at the reports that were in her inbox and took a sip of the blessed brew. As drank more and more, she began draw in more and more strength that she needed to continue here unperturbed. She shook her head at Broot's report on the latest clue's to the labrat's latest lair. Of course, she would be mostly likely days behind him as usual. 'He's probably somewhere else, saving the day as usual.' She smiled at the thought. Her own personal hero. He, along with her mother became her role models in her clandestine work. A place to aspire to. Of course she would never say anything to him, because frankly he had a big head as it is.

Suddenly, A feeling came over her--like a cold hand touching her spine cord, she began to feel a ribbon of emotions pass through her. It always happened that way, it would come out nowhere, but she secretly knew that these emotions...wasn't from her. For as long as she remembered, she always felt a connection, a link to someone in this world. She could never explain it, not even to Jarod. Yet it was always there. Her little secret. It was always comforting to her. Sometimes she would hear thoughts. Snippets of thoughts filled with the things that she could relate too. Fear of loss, grief, and hope. It was always her comfort, always there. Even before she came face to face with Jarod, it was her only safe place. The knowledge, the deep seeded knowledge that she wasn't alone. Not completely. And she also knew without question , that someone felt her feelings, felt her comfort. Felt her soul. It wasn't sexual...never was, never will be, but instead, It was a deep sisterly/brotherly love that she longed for, but never received. And Ms. Parker return those feelings of comfort, of that love. How could you not love something that never faltered, never left, always comforting, passing secrets among a wavelength that was only privy to two minds?

And even after all these years, when she hated Jarod so magically, that connection, when she felt that she was truly alone, when the feeling of being trapped, so ever crawled up her spine and made her scream. When she could not hear the inner sense...the voices she didn't know or the serene voice of her late mother, instead was the link. The same link that was ever present in her life. And what came with that link was a feeling of love, and comforting thoughts that told her to hold on a little more. She never told a told a living soul about this gift that she acquired, not even Jarod—Her best friend.

A knock took her out of the connection, and once more into reality. She looked up and saw Broots timidly walked into her domain. She smiled inwardly at her friend. As much as she knew that he had a crush on her, she also knew that she thought of him like the little brother of her world. She may be mean, but she would protect him from others who like to crush his spirit underneath their feet.

"Ms...Ms.Parker. I found something."

" What is it Broots, is about Jarod?" she said in her usual cold impatient voice.

"Yes, I can't believe it!" he said

"Broots, spill it." she shouted in her most imperial voice. Her techie cautiously made his way over to her desk, and drop a vanilla file folder in front of her. She quickly snatched it up, and ruffled through the papers. She almost dropped the file when she came across project proposal to the triumvirate. That was dated four years ago. As she read her anger, grew and grew in fiery storm of out rage. This was about her...they proposed to use her ovum along with Jarrod's to create a super pretender! She felt sick at the very thought. Another way that can both exploited her and Jarod.

"What does this all mean, Broots."

" It means, that project was a success."

"What!

How can that be? She would remember if someone took her ovum's right? She inwardly cringed at her own stupidity. It could been any time over the first five years of her chase with Jarod, or even before that...

"Ms. Parker, Master Parker well he's..."

"What about him?" she said impatiently.

"Um...er...M.. Ms. Parker he's your son." The shock went through her as quick as lighting. Her normal vibrant face, was now a mask of ghostly white. Her eyes shimmering with unshed tears, tears she would never let them see. She instantly thought back to the night that he was born. She remembered how hard the labor was on Bridgette, and even though she hated the woman because of her hand in Thomas's death...she couldn't or wouldn't let that fact alone determine the existence of innocent baby. A baby that was another pawn of the Centre. Her child that she delivered into the hands of her father. A father that strangely wasn't even moved by the birth of his own son. A father that wasn't the father of the child she gave to him. He wasn't even her father, for god's sakes! Ms. Parker could shake her head in disgust. She gave her & Jarrod's child to his worse enemy. And she felt sick inside at the thought.

"My son?" she said looking blankly at the folder. And for a brief second Broots wanted to comfort this woman, but knew that she would not willing seek any from him nor Sydney.

"Y...Y..Yes I'm sorry." he replied in almost a whisper. Yet she didn't respond, she just looked the folder. Her eyes holding back tears, her face the picture of grief. He knew without even asking her that she wanted to be left alone, but he was hesitant to leave her like this.

"Broots, don't you have some work to do?" she said her blue boring into her. Telling him that indeed she wanted to be left alone. So he instead of speaking, he nodded and without a second glance he did an 'about face' and headed to the SIM lab.

She looked into space. Trying to comprehend the news that shocked her to her very core, and then she felt that cold hand down her spine, and instead of giving comfort to her silent partner in her life...she was received with waves of love and compassion. Then to cement that, she heard her mother's comforting voice telling her that it wasn't too late for him. Like it wasn't too late for her. And in that moment she knew that she had the strength to cut lose her child from the ravages of the wolves that is the Centre.

She would save her child or like her mother...die trying.

At the same time, Sam felt the same cold fingers down her spinal cord, and knew that something was wrong. She felt fear, hate, and anger. The anger was the most intensely she felt. Even more so than Jolinar's anger, who was now long past on. As with the case with Ms. Parker, she always felt a connection. A link with a unseen person. She had felt that since she was old enough to remember. At times she would sit up at night, and feel the ribbons of comfort and love. A love she always remembered having. Since the very beginning. A love between siblings and friends. The person that she was eternally linked with was now a bent up ball of rage, underneath a hear wrenching grief. Similar but different than she felt 25 yrs ago, three days before her own mother died in a car accident. Sam closed her eyes, as she sat on around the fire offworld with her teammates, while they ate dinner. She sent back comforting love, undefinable message to hold on. The same message that was sent to her when she felt the both the grief of her mother, and the lost of Jolinar. Hold on.

She opened her eyes, and looked around the fire that they built along with their camp that was at the edge of the very small village on Belios. The last couple days had been fun. It was the first time in along time they didn't have to worry about constantly covering their sixes on a planet. Today she had collected another round of soil samples, while Daniel had a ball hanging with the people here. Jack played with the childern in between permenter sweeps, while Teal guarded her when he wasn't helping Jack with permenter sweeps . for the most part she noticed Teal'c's eyes upon her all day. It was the first time that she actually sent anything back telepathically around anyone else. It was usually a private thing. Yet tonight, she felt the need to just blow away her unwritten rules, and give this person who she was linked to all her love and comfort. The peculiar thing that always made her mind wonder about this deep secret that she kept inside her heart, was the fact that not even space or light years apart from this particular link never severed the link. It was universal, she figured that part out after her first trip to Abdoys seven years ago.

Her inner musings were disturbed by assignments of night watches. Daniel was first, then Teal'c, Sam & finally Jack, who always got the last watch.

Once again Teal'c looked upon his friend, Major Carter, as she headed in the tent that she shared with Daniel. He began to realized that Something wasn't completely right with his friend. He could sense it. She was more distracted than he ever seen her for the last several days. Like just now, when she was sitting by the fire, her eyes closed, her posture was almost similar to him, when he attempted to do kel-nor-reem. For as long as he known her, he always felt that she was holding a little part of herself back. It was nothing to do with her friendship with him or their teammates. It was just a small obscure part.

And now, he felt that something was wrong, yet he couldn't pressure her to talk to him. That would only be bring up her defenses. He would let her know that he will always be there for her if she needed a shoulder to lean on. For now he would let her come to him or the others in her own time. This, Teal'c decided was the best way.