sorry about the prologue beening so vague... tell me if i'm doing this right please!

There it was. Jack's family whole once again. Charlie, who had previously been another Jack, stood at his "father's" side. As the colonel walked out with the entity, Sara O'Neill, full of fear and longing, noticed the two and murmured softly, "Charlie?" Jack had answered simply, trying to keep his voice strong.

"It's not him." Sara looked at him imploringly, she didn't understand. Here was Charlie and her ex-husband, but it wasn't Charlie? This was her family! Jack, Sara, and Charlie O'Neill. She simply cried. Jack assured her that everything would be okay, not really sure of himself.

Somehow, Jack had torn himself away from his wife and managed to bring "Charlie" to the cars to be transported back to the SGC. Looking out the window on last time, Jack drove off. He realized he probably wouldn't see his wife ever again or at least for a while. Oh! How he missed her… her sweet face, her cocky O'Neillish attitude, among other things. Jack refused to break out into tears, not in front of this false Charlie. The colonel didn't look at his "son" for fear he might cry.

Back in the SGC, all his friends around him, he watched the young boy walk through the Stargate. O'Neill then realized, he was watching his boy step out of his life again. Jack stood rigid as he watched. Those eyes of his… God he missed his Charlie.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Daniel noticed something was immediately wrong with the man once the "energy" form went through the gate. Daniel refused to see it as anything else. Jack walked out of the gate room, shoulders drooped, head down. Very unlike the Jack O'Neill he knew. The concerned archeologist went to stop him.

"Jack."

The colonel named turned his head to face his friend.

"You okay Jack?" The colonel smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes – it was almost completely empty, like Jack O'Neill had taken a break and left an empty husk in his place.

"I swear you're psychic Danny."

A ghost of a grin lit Daniel's face. "Nah, just concerned. I'm serious Jack, are you okay?"

The sadness in his eyes was overwhelming.

"Yeah, I'm fine," he said quietly and walked away before Daniel could continue. Daniel watched him leave and shook his head. Something was not right, that was easy to see, but what? Daniel had honestly thought that Jack had gotten over his son. He knew that the incident had left a scar, but… he didn't know. He didn't think it would affect him this deeply. Daniel looked up at Sam, now in the Control Room, and shrugged hopelessly.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Jack had headed off to one of the VIP rooms so no one could find him easily. He told the guard to leave, walked inside, and thought about things. Sara and Charlie had been together for the first time in years. He started to sniffle while pacing.

Then Jack hunkered down and cried his life out. He'd done this years ago, but now, now it all came back. The sudden bang after a nice talk with Sara, he running to his son's room only to find him dead or close to it. The smell of gunpowder in the room had overpowered his senses. Tears now came rumbling down in a silent flood.

He was rocking himself in desperation, crying for his dead son. Sam Carter stood by the door and cried herself. Hearing the colonel cry had done it for her. Closing the door softly, she leaving Jack to his memories.

That night Jack O'Neill cried himself to sleep.