A/N: Okay, 'nother chapter up! I think I just might give two today, just for the heck of it. Thanks again for all the reviews!

Sam lounged in her living room, Daniel making sure she had everything she needed. Of course, Rico could always retrieve things for her as she called for them. That was his job after all.

"Daniel?" she called out to him.

"Yeah?"

"Why'd the Colonel go back to Chicago?"

"He knew someone else in the wreck. He had to get to her funeral by 3:00." Daniel came in and sat next to Sam, handing her a mug of coffee.

"Is he going to be okay?"

"The General was going to give us two weeks down time, but I think he might extend it for him. He mentioned heading up to his cabin after he checked in."

Daniel was worried about his friend, not sure how to handle him.

"Rico!" Sam shouted from the couch, waiting for her personal klutz to come running to her. The young golden retriever stopped dead in front of Sam, his happy eyes dancing for her. "Daniel, come sit down. Rico, beer."

The dog bounded from her side and into the kitchen. Everything in Sam's house had been setup by Jack before she'd been released from the infirmary, though nobody was quite sure that it had been him. When she'd gotten home with Janet, Rico had been sitting patiently just inside her front door with a note taped to his collar. He was trained as a guide dog, but would obey anything she asked him to do.

"Sam, you shouldn't be drinking that with your medication," Daniel stated exasperated, as he flopped himself into the recliner.

The dog came back, tail wagging, holding a bottle of beer in his teeth. "Bring it to Daniel, Rico."

"How does he do that?" he asked, taking the bottle from the dog and patting him on the head. He wiped the slobber of it and popped the top. "I mean the glass is smooth, there's no way for him to grip it."

"I don't know, he just does." Sam shrugged and leaned back into the couch, her eyes feeling heavy.

"How are you doing?"

"I don't know. I mean, yeah, she was the Colonel's ex-wife, but she was my best friend. Well, my other best friend." She let the tears flow freely down her cheeks, not caring how she looked for Daniel.

"Have you figured out where Rico came from yet?" Daniel quickly changed the subject as fast as he could.

"No, but I'd love to thank whoever trained him. I just wish I'd gotten him under different circumstances."

"He is a wonderful dog." Daniel paused for a moment before he remembered what he'd initially meant to tell Sam.

"Mike's coming over, to help out for a while. I have to head into the base for a few hours." Seeing the look of objection for her mother hens, he quickly added. "Janet gave us strict instructions not to leave you alone for the first two weeks you're home. Teal'c, Mike, Greg, and I have all offered to help out. I'd bring you your laptop, but Janet would probably dig out those needles Jack's so afraid of."

Sam closed her eyes in frustration and simply nodded. There was nothing she could do, she was stuck with four men who wouldn't leave her alone and the only one she truly wanted, deep down, wasn't even there.

A/N: Okay, yeah so sorry, Sam can't go with him, her injury! Remember, Jack had to spring her from the infirmary early just for her to go to the funeral. Thanks again!