So here's the next chapter, and a longer one too... Also, I'm no doctor, so some of the medical details maybe a little off. Asalways please read and review. Thanks.

Previously...

"I won't what, Sam?" Jack asked softly.

"You won't like it." She replied weakly, playing with her fingers as she began to explain.

"When I left, I thought I could get over everything. I thought I could forget about my life here, what I had done, what I was becoming."

"Sam, you have done nothing to be ashamed of."

"He made me feel like I was some… monster. He never understood why I did the things I did. Said my job was just plain killing." Sam paused for a breath, glancing at Jack to see his reaction. Looking into his eyes she saw understanding. "I told him my job was exploring, finding the unknown and going there. I never went to work thinking I would kill. I never killed out of cold blood. I killed because it was between them and us." Sam looked at Jack her eyes searching for answers.

"You are not a monster Sam, you have saved so many people. Did he know about that too?" Jack asked, knowing what it felt like to be with someone that didn't understand the work he did. Sara knew when he came back after his first Black Ops, he had changed. It scared her.

"He never let me tell him the good things we did, or the things about my job I loved. Only zoned in on the bad. He asked me if I had ever killed any children, any mothers, any fathers. He was disgusted. He made me feel disgusting." Sam replied, her head downcast, and her hands laced together. "I told him after he got clearance about Jolinar, and that I might not be able to… conceive. He said he understood. Made a remark about that's the price you pay. Never really understood what it meant, until after Abi was born. He thought I didn't deserve her. He made me think I was a bad mother."

"A kid couldn't ask for a better mom, any child of yours has got to be perfect. Just like you Sam." Jack smiled sincerely. Meaning every word. A faint smile spread across her face for a few seconds.

"Thanks Jack." Sam said, her eyes once again on her hands. "Abi never really called him 'Daddy', I think she picked up on some of the tension between us, when it was us she nearly always called him Pete. Sometimes she would invite a friend over from school or something, and she would say 'I have to go ask Mommy and Pete.' It annoyed him endlessly. No matter how hard he tried to be a father to her, she never really excepted it, she never really saw him as Dad."

"She seems like a very smart girl." Jack said, reaching forward and lifting her chin again. "Look at me, Sam, don't be afraid."

"She is a smart girl. She has a certain sense of humour that no one really gets. I get it Jack; it is your sense of humour. Every day in since I left a part of you has been with me. She reminds me of you so much. The way she won't ever try blue Jello, but insists on having the red." Sam smiled, her hands relaxing with her body.

"Well red is so much nicer." Jack teased.

"It's not." Sam retorted.

"Is."

"Not." They stared at each other for a few seconds. Blue eyes meeting dark brown ones.

"I missed you." Jack whispered.

"I missed you every day, I don't think I could have lived if I didn't have Abi. If I didn't have Abi there would have been nothing to live for." Sam replied, her fingers gently tapping against her leg. "The first time, he hit me was just before Christmas. I had been out shopping for decorations for the house, and for presents for Abi. She was only about 6 months old. I decorated the tree; Abi lay on the couch, surrounded in pillows. I was a little upset; I missed our Christmases, the merry atmosphere. I just had a bad feeling about things that night. When he came home he was drunk. I'd already put Abi to bed, and was on the couch thinking. I had a bottle of red wine, and I was crying. Crying about my life, and what I had, a then thrown away. I was regretting moving to Denver. I was beginning to think Abi would be better in Colorado Springs, with us." Sam hesitated, and Jack leant over taking her hands in his and squeezing them gently.

- -FLASHBACK- -

"I'm home." Pete shouted as he slammed the door shut, walking into the lounge.

"Can you be quiet I've just got Abi down." Sam whispered, wiping at her puffy eyes.

"Hey, baby, what's wrong?" Pete slurred.

"It's nothing, I was just thinking about things." Sam sniffed and curled up on the couch as he fell next to her.

"I'm your husband. We don't keep secrets remember." Pete said, the volume in his voice increasing.

"I know, it's just, I don't think I can talk to you about this." Sam said, grabbing a pillow and wrapping her arms around it.

"Why not, Sam?" He shouted.

"Because you won't understand." Sam cried, standing up as he did. He turned to face her, as she tried to get past. "Please, can you move?" She asked.

"Why won't I understand Sam?" Pete asked, staggering slightly.

"Because, because I'm missing home, and you weren't at home." Sam said quietly, almost in a whisper. She looked at him and saw his anger.

"This is home now! I am home." Pete shouted, lifting his hand and hitting her across the side of the face, before she could react. The loud smack echoed through the room, and her hands flew up to protect her face, as she fell back onto the couch. "I'm going to bed." Sam sat motionless, sobbing quietly.

- -END FLASHBACK- -

"I thought it was the drink, he was just drunk. But then it happened again."

"Why didn't you leave, Sam?" Jack asked, getting up to kneel in front of her. His knees protested but he didn't care.

"I couldn't, I didn't really realise how bad it had got until it was unbearable. In the end I just got used to it, thinking I would have nothing if I came back, but I found out everything I had was back here." Tears fell down her cheeks, her voice quivering as she spoke.

"It's ok, you are home now, and you are back where you belong. With your family." Jack said, reaching up and brushing away her tears.

"I had to go to the hospital shortly after Christmas, the beginning of January I think." Sam continued and Jack nodded. "He had come home late, and was drunk again. He was angry. He found me asleep in Abi's room, hugging a photo of you, Daniel, Teal'c, Janet, General Hammond, Dad, Cassie and I, the one that was taken just before I left. He dragged me out of the room, waking me in the process, I struggled but was caught unaware, he liked it that way, and he felt superior. He'd always do it when I wasn't alert or aware.

- -FLASHBACK- -

"Downstairs." Pete snarled, and she dropped the photo, the glass shattering as it hit the floor. He dragged her down the stairs and into the kitchen.

"Pete, please you are hurting me." Sam cried, as he threw her against a cupboard. Her eye caught the edge and she flew back down onto the floor.

"You are here with me now. That life as you call it has gone. What you used to be has gone. You are my wife, you should be thinking about me, and our daughter." Pete spat as he reached for the fridge, opening it and taking out a beer. He left the room and Sam lay there, she didn't know how long she was on the floor for, but when she did get up Pete was gone. She walked upstairs and took Abi from her cot and got a taxi to the hospital.

- -END FLASHBACK- -

"When I came back the next morning he was sat at the kitchen table, with his newspaper and coffee, acting like nothing had happened. He asked me where I had been and why when he came home the house was empty. He told me to be more careful." Sam said as more tears fell down her cheeks, and Jack leant up to wipe them away.

"Sam, no matter what he said it was never your fault."

"Oh Jack, I don't know what to do, now he's gone and he's still hurting me. I just want it over. I want to get back to my life."

So there it is... next update in a week or so.