"What's wrong? Janet said to get over here right away." Daniel said.

"That's what I'm gonna find out, Daniel. Sit with the kids for awhile, will you? I need to talk with Sam."

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CHAPTER TWO: I'M SUPPOSED TO BE HAPPY

Jack opened the door to the master bedroom. He could feel the fear rising within him. The thought that Sam may have tried to harm herself crossed his mind briefly. No, not suicide, Jack thought. Sam would never do that. Then again what she just did with the kids was out of character too.

The room was dark, the curtains still pulled tight. Sam's form was wrapped in the comforter and her head all but hidden in the pillows.

"Sam, honey," he called, sitting down on the bed next to her. "Sam," he said again, gently shaking her shoulder."

"Mm…mm," she murmured, turning towards his voice and slowly opening her eyes. "Jack… you're home," she said flatly.

Before he'd left for Washington, it hadn't been this bad. But now, looking at her like this he knew when he'd seen her "blue" before. It was after Jolinar died. In the days after Sam was freed of the symbiote possession, she'pd looked blankly at him, just like she was now. It had taken some time for her to come out of it then. But that was different, wasn't it?

"Sam, what going on? What's wrong?" he asked.

Since she could tell Jack wasn't going away, Sam slowly pulled herself to a sitting position and looked at him with confusion. "Nothing's wrong, just sleepy," she said, starting to nod off sitting up.

"No, Sam, we need to talk," Jack said, taking hold of her by both shoulders and turning her to face him. "I came home to find Grace feeding Jon and you fast asleep. I need to know what's happening with you, Sam. Please let me help."

Sam's eyes opened wider and Jack could swear she was about to cry. It seemed she wanted to say something, but no words came out.

Finally, "Are they okay?"

"The kids? Yeah, they're all fine Sam. Just scared; I think they're all scared," he said gently. "I'm a little scared myself right now," he added, starting to pull her towards him.

Sam pulled away. She'd pulled away from Jack physically and emotionally a lot in the past few weeks, especially since the baby had come home. If nothing else, his presence and her apparent desire to get away from him roused her from her lethargy enough that she got out of bed.

"Okay. I won't try and hold you. But I still need some answers Sam," Jack said, clearly at a loss for what to do.

Sam looked at him across the room. She'd lost weight, he realized. She looks so small. What do I do? How did this happened? he wondered to himself.

"I'm supposed to be happy, Jack…" she said, her voice trailing off as she stared past him. "I just want to go away."

"Go away? Where Sam?" he asked, not used to the lifeless look in his wife's eyes.

"I can't do it anymore." At that, Sam turned slightly and their eyes met. Jack saw the tears now streaming down her face.

He crossed the space between them and slowly and gently wrapped her in his arms. When she didn't pull away, Jack whispered, "I promise I'll make it better. Whatever it is, I'll make it better."

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