The phone on her nightstand jingling woke her up at three hundred. "Carter," she mumbled into the phone. Still half asleep. "What?" Ok, I'll be right there. Is he ok? Yah, all right." She hung up the phone.

"What's going on?" Pete asked her as she got dressed.

"I need to go. I'm sorry." She told him pulling on socks.

"What's going on Sam?" he demanded.

"I don't know, I need to go meet Teal'c at Jack's."

"It's three AM Sam!"

"Pete, he had an episode. I need to go."

"Don't you guys have military police to handle this crap?"

"Yah, and then it goes on his record that he attacked a coworker. He's got a head injury Pete. This stuff happens but it still ends up on your records and the brass doesn't care what the reasons are." She huffed and walked out of the room. "You'll probably have to leave before I get back so call me when your flight lands."

"Right." He said and flopped back down on the bed.

Sam left shaking her head. She didn't have time for this from him right now. Maybe Jack was right. Maybe she could do better.

"Sir?" She said softy.

She'd walked in on a rattled Daniel who had explained he'd woken up to Jack thrashing around in bed and tried to wake him and gotten the stuffing kicked out of him trying to not hurt the injured man. He was now in the kitchen sporting an impressive black eye.

"Carter." Jack nearly sobbed.

"Jack, what happened?" She said gently and sat down next to him on the bed he was sitting dejectedly.

He turned and grabbed her, dragging her into his arms and held her desperately. "I killed him Carter. I killed my own son." He sobbed out. "My baby."

Sam held him tightly while he cried until he calmed some. "It was your gun Jack, but you didn't kill him. It was an accident."

Jack looked into her eyes with a haunted look.

"You and Sara took Charlie to the hospital. You tried to save him." Her hand came up and gently cradled his cheek. "It wasn't you. I swear to you Jack, it wasn't you."

His eyes searched her face looking for any sign she wasn't telling him the truth and found none. "There was so much blood." He told her, his voice shaking.

Sam nodded and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. "You tried to save him. To stop the bleeding."

Jack laid his head on her shoulder and buried his hands in her hair. "I never should have left that gun with Sara. She wasn't trained to use it properly."

Sam decided the best course was to say nothing on that. She didn't dislike Sara but she'd always felt if either of them had been at fault it had been his ex.

Teal'c large frame filled his bedroom doorway. "Is everything well Colonel Carter?"

She looked up at him and nodded slowly. "I'll make sure he goes back to sleep." She told him.

"Daniel Jackson has been injured."

"Yah, get him to put some ice on that. I'll be down in a little bit."

Teal'c nodded in understanding and left the room.

"Great, now half the damn base is here." Jack groused.

"Just us chickens sir. Do you think you can get back to sleep?" she asked him looking earnestly into his eyes.

"I'd sleep better if you'd stay here with me."

"All right, I'll sit on the bed until you go to sleep."

"That's not what I had in mind Carter." He growled somewhere between angst and desire.

"I know sir, but it's what you can have." She said gently stroking his hair.

"I want more." He admitted to her.

"We'll talk about it when you have your memory back." She said and got up to help him slide back under the covers but she kept her word and held his hand sitting cross legged on his bed, stroking his hair until he drifted off.

"Is he out?" Daniel asked, wincing when he took the bag of ice away from his eye.

Sam checked his injury as gently as she could. "Doesn't feel broken. Yah, he's asleep. That had to be the worst thing in the world to wake up to."

"I can think of worse." Daniel pointed out which got him a smile from Sam.

"As troubling as his experience was, O'Neill recalling the death of his son is an excellent sign that his mind is healing."

"It is Teal'c, but this means you and I are going to have to take point for night watch."

"Why is that?" Daniel asked her.

"Flashbacks." Sam told him as she bit her lip.

"Oh." Daniel replied, nonplussed. "Bad?"

"Real bad. Yup." She agreed and looked down thoughtfully at her coffee cup.

"It would be best if we endeavored to rest until we must return to base."

"Take the bed Sam, I'll sleep in the recliner." Daniel told her.

"But you were already here. I can take the recliner."

"And have Jack read me the riot act. No thanks. I've slept on worse. Teal'c, you can have the couch."

"Indeed." Teal'c agreed with a tip of his head.

"Go sleep Sam. I can always doze in my office."

"All right, if you're sure."

"Positive."