"General Hammond, sir." Sam said, walking into his office.

"Colonel…how is the interrogation coming?"

"We've gotten a lot of information." She said, somewhat hesitantly.

"But…"

"Colonel O'Neill passed away thirty minutes ago."

"Sam…SAM!"

"What?" She asked, feeling Jack's strong hands on her arm, shaking her awake.

"You okay? You were thrashing about."

She nodded.

"So…nightmare? Tell me what it was about."

The kind face of Jack O'Neill morphed into the evil face of Ba'al. She didn't answer and he grabbed her. "Tell me what I want to know!"

She sat up in bed, breathing heavily. The late afternoon sun was shining through the window, calming her. As her breathing evened, she wiped the sweat from her forehead. She was safe, she reminded herself.

She looked around the room for confirmation, but instead of finding the comforting walls of her bedroom, she found an unfamiliar room. She jumped out of bed quickly. Those weren't her sheets. She thought, seeing the white floral sheets covering the mattress.

The bed sat in the corner of the room up against two perpendicular walls, unlike her bed which sat, only touching the wall against her headboard. That wasn't her bed.

She looked around the room to find a small desk and chest of drawers lining the walls, neither of which matched the description of her bedroom.

Part of her wanted to scream, but another part of her wanted to be silent so she could investigate her surroundings. The more rational part of her mind won over. She stepped lightly through the door and looked to her right and to her left. To her left, she found a closed door only a few feet at the end. At the opposite side of the hallway from her was another door. It was also closed.

She looked to her right. It was a longer hallway that led to what was most likely the living area with the kitchen and living room.

Something about the hallway looked familiar, but she couldn't place its familiarity. She shook off the feeling. She didn't need any distractions if there was someone holding her captive. She went to secure the door immediately at the end of the hallway and opened it to find linens and towels. They were haphazardly folded, but they were linens nonetheless. She closed that door and turned to the one immediately in front of her. As she opened the door, the room looked much more familiar than the hallway had. It was her commanding officer's bedroom where they had found him after his abduction by the rogue Asgard, Loki.

Almost immediately, she closed the door and turned to hurry down the rest of the hallway before she bumped into Jack O'Neill himself.

"You okay?"

She studied him, trying to decipher which version of her commanding officer was standing in front of her.

"Carter…you're at my house." He said, stepping toward her.

She stepped back, and he responded accordingly. "I'm sorry…I didn't mean to startle you."

She nodded. "It's okay."

He looked at her, realizing that she probably felt like a caged animal. He took a step down the hallway in the opposite direction. "Did you sleep okay?"

He walked toward the kitchen and living room entry area. She followed silently.

"Why am I here?" She finally blurted. Jack turned, somewhat surprised.

"Uh…well…your house was ransacked. You went into shock. Doc Fraiser wanted you to go to the infirmary, but I thought you'd be more comfortable here."

She flashed him a tiny smile of gratitude as the smell of barbecued chicken wafted to their nostrils. Jack hurried out to the grill, cursing softly. He rotated the chicken breasts expertly before turning to find that Sam had followed him outside.

"Smells great."

"Well…contrary to popular belief, I am a fairly decent cook."

"With or without the beer?" She asked, almost asking permission to banter with him.

"Touché."

"No…really."

"I'll have you know, Carter, that while I drank a beer during the grilling, there was not one drop that went onto the chicken."

"Not one drop?"

"Carter, I may be a lot of things, but I'm not stupid. Everybody knows that beer-becued chicken is just plain gamey!"

She found herself chuckling in spite of herself.

He smiled, grateful that, for a moment, he had been able to help her forget her fears.

"Dinner should be ready in a few minutes."

"Great. Can I help with anything?"

"Uh, if you could grab the salad and beer from the fridge, I'll grab the plates and we'll be ready to go."

"Go where?"

"We'll eat out here…unless you don't want to."

She shook her head. "No…that's fine."

"If you're up to it, Daniel and Teal'c would like to come over."

She took in a breath feeling somewhat uncomfortable about that idea.

"Or…we can play it by ear."

"That…that sounds good."

He studied her again, only this time, she squirmed a little under his gaze. "You okay?"

"I'm…I'm fine."

He took another long look at her before he nodded, almost reluctantly accepting her self-assessment.

"Okay. Well...let's go get that stuff."

Sam nodded, following him into the house.