Sry, I forgot in the first chap

Disclaimer: I don't own them. If I did, Jack and Sam would be happily married, with two kids, living in the forests around Mt Hood in Oregon.

Chapter 2

She breathed deeply, before dialing.

"Daniel Jackson" A voice stated on the other end.

"Daniel? I need a favor." She said shakily.

"What is it?"

She sighed. "Do you have General O'Neall's number?"

There was silence on the other end. "Yeah." He finally said, slowly and suspiciously.

"I need it Daniel. Don't ask me why, I just do."

"That's not a good idea Sam." He warned.

"I need to do this."

"It's your anniversary! And he knows that! I was talking to him late into the night, and he was scaring the pants off of me. He sounded like he was about to eat a bullet. This is not a good situation for you to walk into Sam. Especially if all you want to do is talk to him. Or suggest you two should be friends. He can't handle that Sam."

Sam felt like Daniel had struck her. Eat a bullet? It's that what he'd said? Was Jack really suicidal just because of her anniversary? "What?" She exclaimed instead.

Daniel sighed. "I probably shouldn't have told you that. But you need to know, don't contact him unless absolutely necessary."

Sam was breathing heavily now. If he was still depressed, that meant he wasn't over her, which meant there might still be a chance. "Daniel, I need it. It's absolutely necessary." She said firmly.

Another sigh, followed by the ruffling of papers. "Before I give you this, promise me you won't mess with his head. Promise me you know exactly what you're doing, the night you left on your honeymoon, I had to forcibly wrestle his personal gun out of his hands. I won't do that again!" He said, and for once he sounded angry. "I won't pick up the pieces of a broken Jack O'Neall again, I just wont."

She closed her eyes, she had no idea how much pain she'd caused Jack. Maybe she just hadn't wanted to know. Either way, the knowledge only strengthened her resolve. "The number Daniel. I finally know what I want, and nothing's gonna stop me this time. If I can't get it from you, I'm sure there's some one else who would be more then happy to comply."

Daniel smiled. He was now certain of her intentions. He didn't think Sam would have done anything to purposely hurt Jack, but she had married a guy when it was so obvious she was settling. She sometimes couldn't work out her feelings all the way. "Alright, it's..." And he re-laid the number. "Good luck Sam, I honestly don't know how he'll react."

"Well, I have to try." she said, before hanging up the phone.

She stared at it for a moment, and then turned to see the picture's on the wall. There was one of Pete and her on her wedding day. Her smile looked plastic, and fake.

Right next to it, was one of the whole team. Her, Jack, Daniel and Teal'c. It was her favorite picture, and she had demanded it stay up, even after Pete had confessed it made him uncomfortable. Her eyes shined, and her smile looked as if she'd never gone more then an hour without laughing. And she beilived it to be entirely because of who the picture was originally for.

Jack had said he didn't have a picture of the whole team, and he wanted one. So they'd all asked Janet to take it with Sam's Nikon. They'd all gotten copies, but it had initially been for Jack, That was Jacks smile, she never smiled like that anymore. And never once in front of Pete.

She looked back at the phone, and then at the pictures on the wall. Her head was telling her a thousand times, if you pick up that phone, your marriage is over. But her heart was telling her, if she didn't pick up that phone, he life was over, her dreams were over, and she'd be condemned to life in a one sided marriage. Because Pete tried, he really did. And she could tell that he knew something wasn't quite right.

Her whole life she'd done things by the book. She'd never be spontaneous, and she'd always think things through a hundred times before doing anything. But at the moment, all she wanted to do, was throw all that shit out the window.

She picked up the phone, and dialed before she could think about what she was doing, and then it was ringing.

"This is O'Neall, " Great, and answering machine, she was just about to hang up, when the same voice came on again, in a different tone, "O'Neall, hold on a sec," And she heard him mess with his machine, and turned it off. "O'Neall"

The fist thing that came out of her mouth made her cringe, "Sir?"

"Who is this?" He asked, confused.

Her voice shook slightly, "It's Carter Sir."

"Carter?"

"Yeah."

"I didn't know you had this number."

"I got it from Daniel."

"Why?"

Sam was dumbstruck by that question. She had no idea he'd even ask that. But she continued like she wasn't hurt by it. "I need to talk to you."

"So talk."

"Jack, I know you're probably not happy with me, but I really need to see you, face to face, can you meet me at the cafe outside the pentagon at 1800 tonight?" She said hurriedly, afraid of how he'd react.

There was silence. "It's your anniver-" He started to say, then stopped. "Why?"

She sighed, "I just need to talk to you. It's important."

"What does your other half say about this?" He asked bitterly.

"He doesn't know. He wont know till he gets home tonight to an empty house."

Jack sighed again. "I don't know what it is you want to talk about. Why can't you say it now?"

She paced herself, why was he being so damn stubborn? It was hard not to get angry. "Because I need to see how you react."

"React to what?"

The damn broke, "To me telling you that my marriage is a sham, that ever single day since I said I do, I've dreaded waking up in the arms of a man that wasn't you, I've feel like I've settled, and that's not what I want. I want you Jack, no one else." She said irritably, spilling her entire guts in one sentence. She breathed heavily, waiting for him to reply. There was no going back now, hell, there was no going back when she'd picked up the phone to dial Daniel.

Jack felt like he'd been hit in the gut with a baseball bat. Did she really feel that way? Had every thing he'd been hoping for finally come to pass? "Oh."

Sam waited. Hoping he was gonna say something else. That that wasn't all. "I'll meet you." He said. "I'll be there. But..." He trailed off.

"What is it?" Sam asked, concerned.

"If you come here, you need to be sure that's what you want. I don't want you doing anything you don't want to, and if you come here, I might just never let you go back. Swear to me, that it's over with him." He said, sounding more serious then she'd ever heard him before.

She took a deep breath, "I swear."

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