I wake to the sound of silence. I look at the hotel alarm clock beside the bed and scowl. I could have sworn I set it. I've slept in a whole extra hour. I reach up to check what time it's set for. The arm resting over my bare waist tightens and pulls me close to his body. Jack's lips kiss the back of my neck making me smile.

"Hmm, morning" his voice is muffled. I squeeze the hand that is resting on my stomach and I roll over to face him. A soft brush of lips turns more intense. I pull away smiling.

"I'm going to go get some of my things from 'the house' soon" I tell him. I always say 'the house' and never 'home'. I can't bring myself to call it 'home'. "I thought I'd have a shower first" I say sliding out of bed. He smiles and nods; his fingers still lingering with my own. "You want to join me?" I ask impishly. His eyes widen at the suggestion and he grins getting up and following me into the ensuite. I keep thinking that I'll be court marshaled for this. It's been ten years since we've worked together; even longer since the frat regulations have actually been valid. There's nothing wrong with us being together aside from the obvious fact that I'm married to another man but that doesn't matter to me.

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It's quarter past four when I finally get to 'the house'. I climb out of the taxi and wonder up to the front door, looking ridiculous in a pair of Jacks cargo's and the SGC uniform issue black shirt I was surprised he still had. I open the door and am greeted by the ecstatic Maltese puppy he bought me for our anniversary a month ago. The anniversary I didn't want to celebrate but he insisted on. It's an annoying dog but cute none the less. She runs circles round my legs and jumps up for a pat. I almost trip over her as I take her to the kitchen to give her some food and water. The irritating sound of the connecting door to the dinning room opening makes my skin crawl.

"Where were you?" he asks abruptly

"I told you I wasn't coming home" I shrug tossing the empty dog food can into the bin. He nods his head opening the fridge door for a beer. "What happened to Vanessa?" I ask washing the spoon I'd used to serve the dogs food.

"Her boyfriend called; who is he?" he orders and I shake my head at him

"Who is who?" I toy with him and I can see his forehead creasing in anger

"Those aren't your clothes Samantha" he points out popping open the beer bottle and having a mouthful

"You're right" I grin pushing past him and heading to the spare bedroom

"Don't walk away from me!" he snaps and I clench my teeth

"Don't yell at me!" I snap back "I'm getting changed" I say as I unlock the deadbolt on the spare bedroom door. I don't need the lock but have it in case he comes home drunk and acting foolishly. I leave the door open with the keys in the lock as I open my cupboard door and pull out a ready packed suitcase. I won't be here long. I pull the laptop charger out of the wall and pack my laptop in its bag.

"You slept with him, who ever he is" he states from the doorway

"Don't play the jealous spouse role, if anyone should play that role it's me!" I shout. He glares at me as he fiddles with the door handle. I ignore him as I open the bottom desk draw and pull out the divorce papers. I and hand them to him telling him to sign. He slams the folder down on the desk and kicks the door shut behind him.

"You're my wife Samantha, I'm not giving you up" he says advancing over to me

"You either sign or I take you to court, don't think I won't" I warn and he sighs seemingly defeated.

"You smell like sex, you dirty slut" he hisses and I bring my hand up and slap him. His blood boils and he push's his body weight on top of me as he drives me onto the bed. He tries to restrain my arms and bring my knee hard up between his legs. He crumples to the side and I push past grabbing my things and heading for the door. My knee aches from colliding with a hard surface. He's laughing at me; he's wearing a cup. I try to open the door; it's locked. He locked it. He planned this. I shiver at the distantly familiar sound of a zatniktel being opened.

"Where did you get that?" I ask as I turn around and face the man holding me at gunpoint. He smiles and I drop to the floor as he fires the zat and my body is stunned by electricity running through it. I black out.