I'm sorry it has taken so long for me to update, but I've been busy with schoolwork and everything that i've cut down on writing. But here is the next chapter...

Note: This has some swearing and some violent and adult content.

Jack had fought with his feelings for the past six years, he wanted to go and see her, to talk to her, just see her smile one more time, in those years. But couldn't bring himself to do it. He knew if he did she would be with Pete. Not that he didn't want to see her happy, just that his heart would break all over again, and he didn't think he could bear that.

"Sam, you chose to be who you are. You chose to be here. He can't hurt you anymore." Jack said, reaching across to take her hand, "I won't let him hurt you or Abi again. Ever. I promise you that." Sam smiled.

"I was…" Sam began, stifling a sob, "I was pregnant." She looked up into his eyes, looking for his feelings about it. She saw need, and she thought she saw a flicker of anger. At that point she pulled her hand away, and turned away.

- -FLASHBACK- -

Sam opened the front door, and came in from the rain. She was soaked through, her 'uniform' for work soaking wet. Her blue shirt, see through, clinging onto her body. Her knee length black skirt, plastered to her legs, and her black blazer hanging over her arm. She cursed when she saw the car in the drive, knowing she was late. Abi was at one of Sam's friends, as she had told Sam she needed a break. The short walk to the front door in the pouring rain was what had soaked her the most, more than the long walk through the airport, where she worked. She could hear the television as she tried to close the door quietly, but the wind caught it and it slammed shut.

"I'm home." She called, putting on her 'I'm-sorry-I-got-stuck-in-traffic' face, which wasn't entirely untrue, she just happened to have had to work an hour or so extra due to the bad weather. "Sorry I'm late," Sam began, hanging up her blazer and taking her shoes off, "I got stuck in some traffic on the highway." She said as she walked into the lounge where Pete was sat in front of the TV, surrounded in empty beer cans. "You've… drunk a lot." Sam mumbled, as she counted the cans she could see.

"Well, I had a bad day." He said viciously. "The guy I arrested for murder, got bailed, and has skipped country. I got demoted, for 'assaulting' a man. I didn't even touch him. He's taking the piss. Then I come home," He took another swig from the can in his hand, "and my wife isn't here, and she should have been here, over two hours ago." He stood and turned to face Sam, who was standing behind the couch.

"Well cause of the bad weather conditions I had to work late, I wanted to make sure the flights were ok and all. Then I had to walk through the terminals to my car, and the traffic on the highway was horrendous." Sam explained, but he clearly didn't buy it. She looked down at her hands, and laced her fingers together. After a few moments she quietly left the room.

- -END FLASHBACK - -

"I cooked the dinner, I did everything I was told to do." Sam said, not daring to look at Jack, not daring to see his reaction. She closed her eyes tight, and then she felt his hand back on hers.

- -FLASHBACK - -

Sam slipped into bed and pulled the duvet up and around her. She faced the window in her bedroom, her back towards where he would sleep. The moon shone through the open curtains. It had been a two and half hours since she had cooked dinner. He didn't speak to her through their meal, nor afterwards. Instead she decided to go to bed earlier, hoping he would fall asleep downstairs. Not even when she slept was she safe anymore. But she couldn't leave. She had nothing left except Abi, and at least Pete was a good father to her. Even if she didn't really except him as one, maybe Sam should have enforced him as the father, but she never did. She had never really told Abi that Pete was 'daddy'. Engrossed in thought and exhaustion she fell asleep. Not noticing when Pete practically fell into the room. He was angry that his wife was not waiting for him, and angry that she had her back to him.

- - END FLASHBACK - -

"I didn't hear him come in, I should have Jack, I have been trained to. It was my fault…"

"Sam, don't you ever say it was your fault." Jack cried, "it was never your fault. You never did anything wrong."

"It was too late when I felt him… pawing at me, pulling at my clothes. When I woke all I saw was the butt of his gun hit me in the face. Next thing I knew it was half twelve in the morning. I could smell sex in the room. I struggled to remember what had happened. But nothing." Sam stared at a black space on the wall, Jack's hands comforting on hers.

"I'm sorry." Jack said after a few minutes. Sam looked at him.

"Why are you sorry?" She asked.

"I picked up the phone so many times. Got in my car. Wrote letters to get you ordered back here. I never went through with any of them. I didn't want to intrude on your 'happy' family. If only I had, this could have been prevented."

"It happens Jack. I did the same. I imagined what it would be like to be back here and for you to play the doting father, but they were only fantasies. When I found out I was pregnant I couldn't cope. I had an abortion and somehow Pete found out. It just got worse. Telling me not only did I kill then, I killed now. Made me out to be some martyr for our 'cause'." Sam paused, and looked into his eyes, now full of care and concern. "I was treated for depression a year or so later. During the next eighteen months I was either drugged up to my eyeballs or had no strength to even get out of bed in the morning. One of my friends took custody of Abi while I recovered. I lost out on a year and a half of her life because of that bastard. That was what made me leave in the end. What made me get over my depression and beat him."

"Where is he now Sam?" Jack asked softly.

"I trained in level four hand-to-hand, and went to the gym every day after he went to work, behind his back. Got back into shape ready to stop him. Shortly afterwards Abi came back home. He didn't hit me for months after she came home. And then one day it started again. The mental and physical abuse only this time I fought back. He stopped and I thought he wouldn't do it again, and he didn't. Then I found bruises on Abi a month ago. I asked her and she said she wasn't allowed to tell me. I asked her if it had happened before, she said no. That night I left, I didn't even tell him I was going. I licensed my gun again and we came back. Been setting up home for the past month, getting Abi settled into school. No sign of Pete." Sam held Jack's hands tightly, and as he got up she followed. Her hands gripped onto his tightly.

"Sam…" Jack began, "I am going to find out where he is and what he is doing. Is that okay?" She nodded and he pulled her into his arms.

"Thank you Jack, for listening."

"Always."

Please R&R as always.