As I started to walk away, he unexpectedly grabbed my wrist. I whipped around.

He looks at me, and it seems like he's actually looking at me, not Sarah, not Charlie, ME. "Samantha, help me," he whispers, pleading not only with his voice, but his eyes too.

My good soldier façade breaks a little more. "Sir, you have to believe me! I tried, I've been trying! What more can I do? I can't… I can't… fix this," It's all I could do to keep from loosing it then and there.

"End it, please," The great Jack O'Neill, sat broken, and crazy in front of me, begging for my help. My help in his demise.

I panic. "Jack, how can I kill you? How am I supposed to kill you?" How could I kill the man I'd spent years protecting with my life?

"Sam, I love you. It's not you I want to get rid of. I want to get rid of me."

I started to cry; the good soldier façade shattered, never to be used again. "Jack, maybe you won't go crazy again, maybe we can have some sort of bearable existence here, and maybe we can have our own strange and twisted version of happily ever after!" I'm grasping at straws. Wishing for anything than what I know will happen. "Jack, I love you too."

"Sam, you have to help me." His eyes get that far away look again, and I know he's no longer with me.

He's no longer with me. My Jack is gone. Forever.

I suddenly feel a rush of emotions directed toward the empty shell in front of me. Why am I hanging on to this? This thing that is no longer the man I love? The man I love is already dead. Why do I continue to take care of a mere reminder of his existence? Why do I live, when all I have to live for is dead and gone?

Clarity, clarity is good. I have to help Jack anyway I can.

As I take out my sidearm, a cold mist begins to fall. A beautiful death.

Saying a few words would be wasted, there's no one left to hear them.

His body had fallen asleep. I no longer associate this body with Jack, nobody's home in the shell that lies before me.

I double check the caliber of my hand gun. Perfect. I smile, the cold, beautiful smile of purpose.

I lay down, putting my head next to Jack's head. For a moment I remember. I remember all who are lost: Daniel, Teal'c, Hammond, Dad, Mark, Charlie, Sha're, everyone. Everyone but Jack and I. Not for long.

Looking up at the grey sky though streaming tears, I smile. I'm setting things right.