"Are you dying, now?"

"Yes."

"I could not bring Charlie to you."

"Charlie's gone."

"No. He's in here." Something miraculous happened then. The double turned into a familiar young boy. He placed his hand over Jack's heart.

"Charlie?" Jack blinks furiously.

"You cannot change what happened that day just as I cannot change the day the Gould destroyed my world. I'm showing you what of Charlie's still there, inside you." Jack looked at the ghost of his son in wonder, hoping he could have him back. Daniel finally pulls him away.

"Jack… Jack."

"We have to go," he whispers to the vision.

"Is Sara O'Neill still here?"

"Yes."

'Charlie' grins slightly. They walk down the hallway, his team behind him and Jack's son with him. He dismisses his team and goes to Sara, Charlie in hand.

"Sara."

"Oh my God."

"It's not Charlie." The look on her face… shocked, hopefully, fearless perhaps. They hugged finally, in a lover's embrace.

It's not Charlie… it's not Charlie…

"It's not Charlie…I love you Sara." Jack O'Neill woke from a particularly bad dream about his son. "That was no dream Jack," he told himself. "Charlie was there, right there in my arms!"

O'Neill sat up in his bed and rubbed his eyes. He tossed his legs off his bed and looked around at the dark room. The feeling of suicide came back to him in a way he never thought it could.

With the feelings came the memories.

There he was, staring at the all-familiar shape of his gun. Black as death and produced it as surely. It had killed his only son. His Charlie had died right here, in this room. He sat on the edge of Charlie's bed contemplating death.

It would be nice and easy and fast, he told himself. The gun looked back at him waiting to have an answer. Jack gripped it. The grip held itself perfectly in his hand. He released it again, the last person to hold his personal gun was Charlie… how would Sara react if he was to go too?

Sara might think it better for he knew. She wasn't talking to him. When she tried, he clammed up. He knew it was his fault to leave the gun lying around like that. They could never have a son again, not after Charlie.

"Colonel Jack O'Neill?" He hid the gun quickly at the voice. He thought to himself, 'what the hell do you want?'

He released himself from the throes of the memories. Now, all cried out for today, he sat and stared off into the distance, not caring about anything else.

Now, he stared at the gun again, on the edge of his bed. How nice it would be to go and join his Charlie. After all, the other him had said that Charlie still lived in his heart. But no, he thought, he had to wait until after he met with Sara again.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Jack was brooding again and Daniel knew it. O'Neill was walking down the hall aimlessly and lost. Daniel tapped him on the shoulder lightly.

"Jack?" he asked concerned. The colonel gave a weak smile in return.

"Hi Danny," he said just as softly.

"You okay?"

"Just peachy," he said, attempting small humor. It didn't pass inspection.

"Seriously Jack. We're all worried about you."

"I'm fine, really." He tried to put a truer smile over the mask of pain. Daniel didn't look like he believed it for a second, but he gave up. There was no use in talking to a rock.

"Jack, if you need us, we're here for you. You don't have to open up or anything, but… you know…"

"Yeah." He walked away. Daniel frowned at what was happening to his friend and turned the other way.

Sorry i forgot to mention this... Spoilers for Cold Lazarus, if you havent figured it out.