A/N: FIRST!- i've gone back and added some to the previous chapter, it was what my original idea was, and for some reason i forgot to do it until i was eating lunch today with my fiance and he reminded me i had wanted to do this so yeah, it's a little sadder too.

This is short but i really wanted to put this in there, and i really don't know why, hope you like it.

Sam was startled awake from her nap on the couch by a smashing glass in the kitchen. The radio was playing softly through the stereo system Jack had set up through out the house.

"Oops," she heard the soft declaration floating from the other room. She smiled gently, wiping the tears off her cheeks and stood – very ungracefully- to find out what happened.

She walked in on Tommy trying to pick up the shards of glass off the floor.

"Why don't you let me take care of that, Tommy," she said softly.

The boy jumped and whirled around, the bottom section of the cup still in his hands. He sighed in relief seeing who was standing in the doorway.

"It's okay, Sam, I got it. I broke enough stuff to know what to do." He smiled up at his aunt, turning red with embarrassment.

"Remember when your brother had to buy a new dish set?" Seamus had walked in the kitchen from outside where he'd been working on his Jeep. He'd heard the glass shatter though no windows had been open. If he hadn't been noticing problems on the way home from the mountain, he wouldn't have even been out in the cold in the first place.

Sam giggled at the look on Tommy's face. The embarrassment was obvious on the young boy's face, and he reminded her so much of Jack. It made sense, really, since Sea was Jack's twin.

"The mop is in the pantry, make sure you don't let anybody in here before you're finished." Sea placed his hand on Sam's elbow and led her back into the living room to help her relax. They were all worried this mission of Jack's would stress her out too much.

"I know, Dad." Tommy rolled his eyes as he watched his father and aunt leave him alone.

When he sat across from her in one of the overstuffed chairs, Sam looked him straight in the eyes, and asked, "A new dish set?"

Sea laughed. "He and Jerod were washing the dishes after dinner one night. Somehow, the entire stack hit the ground and Sean had to run to Wal-Mart that night so they'd have something to eat breakfast on the next day."

Sam shook her head and relaxed into the sofa, rubbing her stomach gently. She'd been uncomfortable for a while, decided to take a nap in hopes to alleviate some off the discomfort. Tommy hadn't been seen since they'd gotten home and he'd either calmed down a lot, or was really good at hiding it.

"Tommy seems to be in better spirits."

Sea's eyes got sad and he leaned forward on his knees. "He won't talk to me about it. He's only eleven. He needs an attitude adjustment."

"Maybe you need to tell him about Cheryl. Or maybe he just needs to find some friends who will understand." Sam winced slightly as a strategically placed kick to her kidneys set of a mini battle within her womb.

"Are you okay?" Sea got up and sat next to her on the couch, worried for her welfare.

"They're just really active today." Sam brushed him off and gave a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.

He noticed her red, puffy eyes and though he hadn't recalled seeing her crying, it was obvious she had been. "What's bothering you?"

Sam shook her head trying to brush him off again, but he wasn't going to be dissuaded quite so easily. "It's nothing, probably just hormones."

"That's not it."

The sound of bagpipes played in the background and Sam stayed quiet, recognizing the song almost immediately.

"Lay me doon in the caul caul groon
Whaur afore monie mair huv gaun
Lay me doon in the caul caul groon
Whaur afore monie mair huv gaun

When they come a wull staun ma groon
Staun ma groon al nae be afraid"

The tears sprang to her eyes and the terrible dream replayed over and over again in her head. It was so real, the sounds, the pictures, it all seemed like a flashback from one of their failed missions.

She felt the fear of being caught in a war zone. Explosions were ringing all around her and the sharp pain in the middle of her chest. She had felt Jack get hit, she knew it had happened. It was something she'd experienced multiple times over the six months they'd been apart and she felt it again.

"Thoughts awe hame tak awa ma fear
Sweat an bluid hide ma veil awe tears

Ains a year say a prayer faur me
Close yir een an remember me

Nair mair shall a see the sun
For a fell tae a Germans gun"

His thoughts had been with them. Whether it was true or not, she didn't know for sure, but he was such a family focused man, it was pretty much a given. She hoped he knew how much they loved him, and how much they wanted him back.

"Lay me doon in the caul caul groon
Whaur afore monie mair huv gaun

Lay me doon in the caul caul groon
Whaur afore monie mair huv gaun

Whaur afore monie mair huv gaun"

As the last strains floated through the house, Sea picked up on what Sam was thinking, knowing his parents were just as worried about his brother.

"He's okay, Sam. You know he'll make it home to you." He brought his arms around her in a gentle hug, hoping to comfort her.

Sam wiped the tears off her cheeks trying to hide her weakness. "You don't know that. There's no guarantee."

"No, I don't, but I do know that he'd do everything in his power to come home, and that SG-1, Nate and your father will be right there with him."

"It was so real." Sam sat back and told him of her dream, the emotions and fear she felt in the wake of what she perceived to be her husband's death.

He held her as she cried, rubbing her back gently. Eleanor had come in when Sam had first started describing her dream, and while she didn't know it could very well be possible, she felt just as scared for her son as her daughter-in-law did.

She sat down on Sam's other side and pulled her into her own embrace. When they'd calmed down a bit she pulled back and looked over at Sam. "I meant to tell you earlier, but you looked so tired I figured it could wait. Your brother called while you were out and said he should be back here by tomorrow mid-afternoon."

Sam nodded and cleaned off her face. "Thank you. He said he was going to drive back so nobody would have to pick him up from the airport."

She was glad her brother was coming back, now that Jack was gone. Not that she didn't love his family, but she'd known Mark her entire life and it was just that much easier to relax and open up.

It was going to be a long month, but there were plenty of people there to help her out, and Janet and Cassie definitely wouldn't be hiding away anywhere while the guys were gone.

A/N: Okay the song was Sgt. McKenzie by Joseph Kilna McKenzie from the We Were Soldiers soundtrack (if you haven't guessed, after Stargate, that's my favorite movie!)

English Translation
Lay me down in the cold cold ground
Where before many more have gone
Lay me down in the cold cold ground
Where before many more have gone

When they come I will stand my ground
Stand my ground I'll not be afraid

Thoughts of home take away my fear
Sweat and blood hide my veil of tears

Once a year say a prayer for me
Close your eyes and remember me

Never more shall I see the sun
For I fell to a Germans gun

Lay me down in the cold cold ground
Where before many more have gone
Lay me down in the cold cold ground
Where before many more have gone

Where before many more have gone

"In memory of Sgt. Charles Stuart MacKenzie
Seaforth Highlanders
Who along with many others gave up his life
So that we can live free

We will remember them"

so tell me what you think, i'm really trying to get this out fast for you guys, i really want to finish this story before too long!