Author's Note: Thanks E. for the suggestion! (though you porbably didn't even know...hee hee!)

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Matt stood there for a second than started yelling. "How do you know it was even mine! For all I know, it could've been-"

"Been what?" Sam asked, though she knew what he was going to say.

"Colonel O'Neill! Or Daniel Jackson, or Murray!" He exploded.

Sam had to think on Murray. They hadn't used that name in so long for Teal'c, that she had forgot about it.

When Matt had realized what he said, and seen the pale look on his girlfriend's face.

"I'm so sorry!" He exclaimed. Sam then knew who's it was. Jacks. He and Her had gone out for a drink-and drank a bit to much. That was right after she got back so that would have been-"Two monthes!" She exclamied without realizing it.

Now it was Matt's turn to be sick. "Tw-two monthes? Then it isn't mine! Who's is it? Because whoever that rat bas-"

"Matt!"

"It's Colonel O'Neills isn't it? I swear I will go down there and personally snap his neck with my bare hands!" He stormed out the door. "Matt!" Sam called but knew it was too late.

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O'Neill had gone to O'Miellys with Daniel and Teal'c. Carley had stayed home with the kids. He still wasn't quite believing, but as the saying goes, "Seeing is believing", and he sure as heck saw- what was his name? Natt? No. Tatt? No. He wasn't even sure that was a name. But at the moment, he didn't give a crap about that dude's name.

Jack sighed. "Something wrong?" Daniel asked. He was a bit drunk. You could tell. "Daniel," Jack asked, "How much have you had to drink?"

"Uhhh..." Daniel started, but then fainted. "I believe a bit to much, O'Neill." Teal'c stated. "Ya think?" Jack ran a hand through his hair.

"Has your friend had a bit to much to drink?" Jack heard a voice from behind him.

He scowled. He reconized the voice. Frank. Or something.

He stood up and turned around. "Colonel O'Neill, how-pleasent-to find you here!"

Jack scowled. "I should return the 'comment'," Jack said making 'qoute' sign with his fingers, "but I don't wanna-" Jack paused. "Matt." Matt stated with a scowl. "I know, I was going for a dramatic pause." Jack said rubbing his hands together.

"Sure, anyway, did you enjoy screwing with MY girlfriend?" Matt asked in a sour tone.

"Yes I did actully, and it was quite lovely." Jack responded, knowing it was going to make Matt mad.

Maybe he shouldn't pick a fight. He probably had a bit too much to drink. Either way, he had just admited to having sex with Sam, and enjoying it. Sure they had been drunk, but he was still consience enough to know how wonderful it was.

Matt scowled. Colonel O'Neill was pushing him over the edge. He knew it too, which pushed him farther. But what had REALLY made him mad was that the - (I don't use cussing, so you can fill in the blank) - had said he enjoyed screwing with his girlfriend.

He punched Jack in the nose, and Jack fell backwards. He then picked the bloody-nosed Jack up by the shirt and pressed him against the wall. "No one-I repeat-no one-messes with Sam." Jack kicked Matt in the groin.

Matt fell backwards. All eyes were glued something on the floor. 'Where'd Teal'c go?' Jack wondered.

That's when he saw it. Teal'c lay by something other than Daniel. It was Sam. With a knife through her chest.

Blood dripped from the wound. Jack and Matt rushed to her side. "What happened?" Asked Matt.

"Tryed-stop-couldn't-too late-hurt-stabbed-sorry." Than Sam lay limp, on the floor. With no pulse.

Author's Note:

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, is Sam dead? What happened? Who did it? Can anyone be trusted?