Title: Looking glass pt 9
Spoilers: Tok'ra
Summary: Who's it going to be?
Archive: SJD yes
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Character death? I know it's horrible!
Disclaimer: Not mine, don't sue me.
AN: meekly looks up and smiles yeah I really messed up last chapter. lol sorry about that! But thanks to everyone who let me know about it. I mean someone motioned it and right away and I had to smack my forehead and yell do'h!. Kinda one of those, 'oh I knew that.' thingys. But thanks to everyone who reviewed too! I'm kinda scared to post again but we'll see how it goes!

Sam was becoming more and more frustrated as the minutes passed; the gun still wouldn't work. 'Maybe I'm too upset,' she thought to herself. SG-2 was convinced that they found the last of the Jaffa, so they decided to return to the armory where they had started, to take a small break while they had the chance. Many of the new rebel Jaffa were standing guard in the near by hallways in case they missed any stragglers.

"Daniel, Teal'c, come in!" They all heard Jack bark into the radio. The team snapped their heads up to look at Sam, who was sitting directly across from Matters, their faces asking, 'what was that?' She raised her eyebrows and frowned, shrugging her shoulders, indicating that she didn't know either.

"Maybe they're all done then?" Matters offered. She nodded, hoping that nothing horrible had happened.

"Carter, what's your position?" Jack asked after a few antagonizing moments.

"We're back in the armory waiting for you, sir. We cleared the ship of the Jaffa. A few decided to join Teal'c," she answered, wondering what was happening.

"Good news Carter. We'll be there in a few minutes. Out." Sam leaned back on the Goa'uld box she was sitting on, unable to shake a feeling of dread.

"Have you ever had that feeling that something really bad was about to happen?" Sam asked aloud rhetorically. Matters nodded as he looked down at his hands, trying to stifle the same emotion.

"I'm sure everything is fine." Sam didn't know who he was trying to reassure, her or himself. They had no reason to think something happened, except for the urgency in Jack's voice on the radio.

"Well, we'll find out soon enough."

Fifteen minutes later they all heard footfalls from the far end of the hall. Sam stood, brushed the non-existent dust off of her pants and went to see who was coming, even though she knew well enough who it must be. Jack was first, followed by Teal'c, with Daniel last. Normally, that would've been standard, but someone was missing.

Sam walked past the remaining team to the entrance of the room, obviously confused.

"Colonel, where's my dad?" she asked, not accusative, just curious. Maybe he was doing something else, she thought.

"Sam," Jack started, his uncharacteristically soft tone scared her. It grabbed her attention and her head jerked from a point over his shoulder to his face. His eyes were full of sorrow and regret, with shock reflected in hers.

"No," she said, taking a step back from him. The realization set in when she looked to Daniel who was visibly upset.

"I'm sorry," he whispered to her, hoping she would one day forgive him for leaving Jacob behind. He knew he would have enough trouble living with it himself.

"No, this isn't happening," she muttered as she turned away from him and ran her hands through her hair. She always did that when she was trying to comprehend something, a gesture that Jack noticed a long time ago.

"Sam we're so sorry," Daniel offered as he joined his grieving friend, knowing what this feeling of loss was like.

"Indeed," was Teal'c's solemn reply.

"What happened?" she managed to choke out.

"He was holding a timer to set off the C4 when he was shot by a Jaffa. The timer was damaged, and he wasn't going to make it. We needed someone to stay there and set it off. Jacob ordered us outta there Sam," Jack told her, using his soft voice, the soft voice he only used when someone was dead or dying.

"He's still alive? You left him down there?" she yelled at them, her eyes flashing wildly. She marched past the three of them towards the hallway.

"Sam, there's nothing you can do," Daniel told her.

"Did you forget about the sarcophagus? There's still time!" she threw back at him.

"Carter, he wanted to do this," Jack told her. Her face was full of disgust and hatred, a face he imagined would bring him nightmares. How was she ever going to forgive him?

She turned on her heel to walk down the hallway. No sooner had she taken a step than an explosion shook everyone to their core. Sam stood statuesquely still in shock, not wanting to believe her dad was really gone. After everything that had happened, he was dead. Gone, finished, no longer existing. It took everyone a second to regain their bearings, then Jack approached her. Gently, so as not to startle her, he put his hand on her arm.

"Carter?" he asked, trying to invoke in her strength and determination that he needed. She slowly turned her head towards him, devoid of all emotion. He knew how it worked. Get through the mission, and then deal with it.

"We should go sir," she told him, wanting to complete the mission for her dad.

"Right. Let's move out!"

TBC? I know it's short, just wanted to update!