"You're here to kill me?" She asked, a sick feeling in her gut when she realized that he had somehow retained a knife.
"That was my mission, yes."
He was giving her time to run. She almost knocked on the door to alert the guard, but she stopped, intrigued.
"If that's your mission, why aren't you attacking me?"
"Carter, I said that WAS my mission."
"But it's not anymore?"
He looked at her sadly. "I'm sorry."
"I don't understand…"
"There's no other way for me to save you."
Before she knew what was happening, the knife was plunged into his own stomach, killing the symbiote he carried. The lines of his face became etched with physical and emotional pain as he sank to the floor. "I die free." He managed.
"Jack!"
He managed a brave smile. "Hey, everybody knows your brain is worth more than mine."
The door opened, and an SF hurried in. "I thought I heard you yell, Ma'am." He said, almost apologetically.
"Get Dr. Fraiser NOW!" She ordered.
He scrambled out of the room as Sam knelt down near him. "It's okay. Everything's going to be okay."
"You got lucky when you said that in Antarctica, Sam."
She took a deep breath. "I know."
Janet Fraiser ran in. Almost immediately, she looked at Sam. "We're going to need Teal'c."
"NO!"
"Jack, we can help you. Anubis doesn't have to know!" Sam protested.
"He will."
"Jack, he's not a god." She said, almost surprised that he had fallen for the 'god' act.
"I know. But he has other ways- more effective and efficient ways of extracting information. By doing it this way, everyone will be better off all the way around. You'll be more cautious when dealing with Anubis, and he'll know that I have failed my mission. Since I have never done so before, he will believe that I did not survive."
His breath became ragged.
"Why?" Sam asked as Janet tried to make him comfortable.
"Why what?" He managed as Janet shot her a disapproving glance.
"I couldn't save you, why…why you you…?"
"Because I love you." He said, slipping into unconsciousness.
Sam just took a deep breath. "Oh my gosh!" She whispered.