AN: 'Dance With the Devil' was written by Kirk Douglas and is basically really gross smut with very little plot. I do not recommend reading it except for a possible laugh at how truly bad it is.

Tezkarni – Remember Me

Chapter 1 – Seasons In The Sun

Sam bit her lip. This was all her fault. She'd been distracted and now Colonel, no, General O'Neill was injured. She sat watching him with unshed tears in her eyes.

"Any change?" Daniel said from the foot of the bed.

Sam shook her head silently.

"This isn't your fault Sam. You had no way to know it was an ambush. You got him out alive." Daniel said firmly.

"He was just supposed to sign some diplomacy agreements with the Amoridians." Her voice was soft and hollow. "I should have seen the warning signs. It's my job to see the warning signs." Her voice strained to get the last part out.

Daniel shook his head. "Teal'c didn't see it either. It was a trap Sam. You had no way to know."

"But I should have." Her voice empty.

"Do you want me to sit with him for a while?" He asked her kindly.

She shook her head, eyes closed. Her hand on the bed next to his, just barely touching his fingers, the middle in a heart monitor clamp that softly beeped his continued status among the living in spite of his induced coma so his body could heal.

Daniel nodded his head and left the room.

Teal'c stood outside. "She blames herself." He told Daniel.

"Yah." Daniel admitted.

"I blame myself as well Daniel Jackson." Teal'c said in resignation and looked off into the middle distance, his posture at ease but his body tense.

Daniel sighed. "I figured you would, T." He shook his head. "I'll get you guys some food."

"Nourishment would be appreciated." Teal'c agreed.

Dr. Lam had told them that until the swelling on his brain went down they would keep him under and calm. Meanwhile the rest of his body would have time to heal as well. While none of his other injuries were life threatening, Jack wasn't the best patient on a good day. Being out cold would be easier on the infirmary staff as a whole. It meant SG-1 was underfoot until he woke up and they were certain he was all right but that was considered a normal day. They acted that way no matter which one of them was hurt and even promoted to general, Jack would always be their team leader.

The next morning Sam woke in a portable cot next to Jack's gurney. At some point, Teal'c must have picked her up from the chair where she'd slumped across his bed and laid her down. One of the nurses was checking his vitals. "How is he?" Sam asked the girl as she sorted out the blanket Teal'c or Daniel had covered her with. The nurse couldn't be even a year past graduation.

"No improvement yet ma'am, but no sign of things getting worse either." She said to Sam, understanding in her eyes. She'd sat her share of vigils.

Sam nodded slowly. No change was moderately good. It meant the swelling on his brain wasn't getting worse which meant he might still be ok. She needed him to be ok.

After the nurse left, she sat back down in the chair and placed her hand next to his again. Daniel found her that way about an hour later. "Sam, why don't you take a break and go eat? I'll sit with him." He told her.

Sam sighed. He was right. She couldn't do Jack any good if she wore herself out waiting and worrying by his bedside. Food it was, and a workout and shower. Not in that particular order. She looked at the general and frowned. Even when he woke up he was going to need physical therapy and rest. Someone was going to have to go home with him and make sure he ate. They could take turns, she supposed.

"All right Daniel." She told him never taking her eyes off her CO. "I'll be back in a couple hours."

"I'll be here Sam." He assured her.

Teal'c was standing outside the isolation room on Sam's way out. "No change so far." She told him.

"O'Neill will survive this Colonel Carter." He told her emphatically.

She nodded thoughtfully. She wanted him to and so did Teal'c and Daniel, but wanting things didn't make them happen. No one knew that better than her. "I'm going to go workout and grab a bite to eat. I'll be back in a couple of hours."

"I will remain here with Daniel Jackson."

"I'll bring you some lunch on my way back Teal'c."

Teal'c bowed his head and gave her an encouraging look as he squeezed her arm gently in support. No one understood her unspoken feelings for her commander better than he did.

Shortly after, Sam was stripped to her tank top and BDU pants and was pummeling the crap out of a punching bag. Walter found her there and watched her angrily assault the bag in her frustration. He approached her when she finally wore herself out a little.

"Ma'am, a word?" He asked her gently.

"Everything all right Walter?" She asked him swiping sweat away from her forehead.

"Everything's fine ma'am, but you are second in command and while I completely understand your current preoccupation, we need to make some arrangements so the base continues running smoothly."

Sam sighed. The work doesn't just go away, she reminded herself. She could call in George but that would be admitting she couldn't handle the pressure of command when that wasn't strictly true. It was handling it while she was worried sick Jack might not pull through this time that was the issue. "I know Walter. Is there any way you could compromise and let me do most of the work while I sit with him in the infirmary?"

"I think I can manage that ma'am." He assured her.

"Thank you Walter. I think I'll go grab a shower and some food. If you need me, I'll be back in the infirmary in about an hour."

Walter nodded in affirmative and left the gym.