Title: Looking Glass pt 10
Spoilers: Grace, Tok'ra
Summary: How will she cope?
Rating: PG-13 for swearing
Archive: SJD yes, SJFic yes, sure sure sure
Disclaimer: Not mine don't sue me
AN: Thanks to SG1-Fanfic for the review! I know it's been a while since I updated, but my muse went on vacation without me! And it didn't even send me a postcard… I hope you all enjoy! Feedback loved!

"It's going to be okay Sammie, you're gonna see him again one day. It was just his time," Jacob whispered in her ear, kneeling down to be head level with his five year old daughter. Sam was holding a box that contained her pet hamster Squeaky who passed on earlier that day.

Passed on, what a euphemism.

Squeaky was Sam's first pet, and the first time she had to deal with loss. Her relationship with her dad was at its best, both oblivious to the hardships the relationship would endure in the not-so-distant future. Jacob was still in his dress blues from earlier that day, only coming home thirty minutes before the incident. Sam felt special whenever she saw him in them; thinking that she was of equal importance because she was his daughter.

Her mom stood behind Jacob with one hand on his shoulder and the other absently running through Sam's hair.

"Are you ready sweetie?" he whispered, ready to lower the box into the make-shift grave they dug in a flower bed of lilies after taking it from her shaking hands. Sam sniffed and wiped her eyes with Jacob's handkerchief her lent her earlier. Taking a dramatic deep breath, she nodded, shakily blowing the breath out.

The sun was just setting, making the sky look as if it were being painted. Pinks meshed with purples, and a few blues were still trying to squeeze in wherever they could fit. A soft breeze rang the chimes her mom had on the porch that was behind them. Sam clung to her mother's hand as Jacob slowly lowered the box into the ground. Allowing the tears to fall freely, Sam mourned her lost friend. After Jacob finished the procession he comforted her once again.

"I know its sad Sammie. But he's happy now, with his mommy and daddy in hamster heaven. Just remember that ok? Just because he's gone doesn't mean we can't remember all the fun we had with him." He had knelt down in front of her for his speech, and leaned in to kiss her forehead when he finished. Turning around, he held her open hand and they walked into the house together as a family.

Now only if she could deal with the loss of her father in the same way, with a protector guarding her, allowing her time to deal and grieve her terrific loss. Instead of quiet talks with her father when her mother died, he dived into his work and left his children to deal with the blow. And instead of going to a therapist after her father died, she is running through hallways with an alien gun, trying to kill anyone or anything that is in her path.

People always told Sam that time heals all wounds, but she always thought those people were full of shit and never had the type of wounds she had. Granted, many people lost someone they loved in a car accident, or even less occasionally in a gun fight. But whose father is honestly blown up in an alien space ship on a different planet so his own daughter can take out one of the worst, belligerent, bloodthirsty psychopaths time has ever known?

And what makes the situation even worse, she thought grimly, is that it isn't the first time that people have been made to deal with situations and decisions, and it definitely won't be the last. Sam shook her head and silently cursed the military, she can't be thinking about such things at the moment. Otherwise, the SGC would have more than one funeral to plan. It was time for the new plan to move to stage two.

The teams swarmed through the hallways like a practiced SWAT team, everyone checking and rechecking every crook and corner, behind every wall, in every room. Even though SG-2 had already performed the search, they wanted to be careful. Jack was at point, his gun always in front of him, with Sam at his immediate 6. Daniel was right behind her, covering them both because she didn't have her normal P-90, only the new gun they created. Teal'c finished out SG-1, who was followed by SG-2, who was followed by the Jaffa they recruited.

They dropped off the Jaffa one by one as they moved through the hallways. When Teal'c inquired why, Jack only smiled and said, "Bread crumbs". After raising his eyebrow to Daniel, he promised to explain later. Jack wanted to leave them in place in case Ba'al started to get antsy and question what was happening. The Jaffa in their normal places would make him believe he was still in control. They made their way down to the ring platform to send SG-2 back home to start stage three.

"Alright guys, change of plans. Daniel, Teal'c, I want you two outside for a distraction when we need it," Jack informed them as soon as they ringed SG-2 down to the planet.

"Distraction? Gee thanks Jack, I feel so much better about this plan," Daniel retorted dryly, but nonetheless moved into the center of the rings after SG-2 was were on their way. After they were sent down, Sam and Jack were alone for the first time.

"Sam," he started as he took one step closer to her.

"No," she interjected and held her hand out in front of her, letting him know she didn't want to do that conversation right now. He nodded, completely understanding her decision. But, as Jack has come to know, she is full of surprises.

"Jack," she started, "I just wanted to say sorry." He pushed his eyebrows together in confusion.

"For what? There's no reason to apologize about anything," he said, referring to her behavior when she learned her dad was left behind. It wasn't every day that she disregarded his orders, but he always gave her leeway when she did.

"Not for that," she said as she stepped forward. She put her hand on the side of his face and leaned in for a devastating kiss. Her lips moved with meaning; she knew what she wanted and she was going to take no prisoners. She almost wanted to laugh; it reminded her so much of how she imagined it would be when she was stuck on the Prometheus. Just facing the other direction, which was a good plan for her. After a few seconds, she abruptly pulled back and gulped in air, as did Jack.

"Well," he panted out between breaths, "that's nothing to apologize for either," he finished with his cocky grin overcoming his shocked features.

"I know. Its not that I'm sorry for." The grin was wiped off of his face in an instant. Before he could react, she pulled the ringing device off of his wrist and shoved him into the center. He gaped down at his bereft wrist and then back at her. Her eyes told him once again that she was sorry.

"Sam no!" he yelled out as the rings dropped around to imprison him and send him away from her. The only way anyone could get back into the ship was with the device, and Sam was the only one who had it.

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