The funeral went as planned; most of the men in the family were in their dress blue uniforms, as well as Sam, but Mac, Sean and Mick were in there dress greens (I think that is the dress colour of the Irish Air force, but I may very well be wrong) along with Sahara who insisted on wearing hers.

There were a lot of people there to pay their respects to Alex, as well as her entire team. Cleo, who both Jack and Sam knew, knew full well what was happening, stayed close to Jack during the whole service.

After Alex was laid to rest all the guests went back to the manor for the wake. About an hour into it Cleo came back to Jack who was talking to Alex's team members with Dixon and Jennings. They were sharing stories about all the trouble Alex could get into.

Cleo tugged on Jack sleeve to get his attention; when he saw her he put down his glass and picked her up. One of Alex's old team-mates asked "Is this the little Cleo we have heard so much about?" Cleo looked at him and saw the two silver bars on his collar. She gave him a small salute "sir, yes sir" she said quietly, the men smiled and chuckled.

"Well, it's and honour to finally met you" the caption said, the rest of the team agreed.

Cleo smiled, and then looked at Jack with a funny expression on her face; she had just remembered why she was here. She turned to look at Jack, "unkie Jack, Miss Sam is upset" Jack frowned "Where is she sweetie?" he asked.

"Outside talking to a strange man."

Dixon asked the next question before Jack had a chance "who is he?" Cleo shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know, but he looked angry, and he grabbed her here" she showed by poking Jennings in the rib.

Jack's head shot up, remembering the bruises on her ribs. He placed Cleo on the ground, "Sweetie go and sit with your auntie Sib until I come back" she nodded and moved off.

Dixon shot Jack a confused look, but he just excused himself and moved to where Cleo said Sam was. Dixon and Jennings followed suit. When Jack reached the front door Sam was nowhere in sight, but it wasn't as loud out here, so it wasn't hard for him to hear the quiet noise; it sounded like sobbing. Dixon and Jennings could hear it as well.

Jack moved to the side of the house and the crying got louder as they reached the corner. When they turned the corner, Jack saw that Shanahan had Sam pined to the wall, his face was buried in her neck as he rammed into her. Sam saw Jack come around the corner; it only took him a second to see the look of fear in Sam eyes before he had Shanahan on the ground beating the shit out of him.

It took a moment for everything to register in Dixon and Jennings' minds before they were at Sam's side, but she wouldn't let them touch her.

"Jack" Dixon said, Jack looked at him, and then back to Shanahan who was now out cold. He moved over to Sam and gently took her hand. She looked at him before crawling into his arms and crying her eyes out. Jack looked at Dixon "go and get dad." He nodded, then jumped up and was gone. Jennings was sitting next to Shanahan making sure if he did wake up he wouldn't get away.

It wasn't long before John and Dixon returned. When John saw Sam he stopped dead in his tracks. "Oh my god" was all he could say. Her skirt was torn as was her shirt. He then looked to the man lying on the ground on his back. "Umm… Jack take her up to your room, I'll see where your mother is and send her up"

Jack nodded and began to get up, Sam tightened her grip on him, "Shush" Jack said, "it's ok I'm just going to take you upstairs, ok?" he asked.

She nodded and he lifted her up and carried her around to a side entrance that had a stairwell that led up to the bedrooms. When he reached his room he tried to lay her on the bed but she wouldn't let go of him, so he sat down with her on his lap.

It was about five minutes later that Lea came in, closely followed by Mel and Krissy. When Lea tried to touch her Sam flinched away and tightened her grip on Jack. "It's ok Sam they're not going to hurt you, I promise." Jack was finally able to convince her that she was safe with them.

Krissy, who was the Doc of the family, gave Sam a mild sedative. Once she was asleep, Jack laid her on the bed and was promptly shooed out of the room.

Jack was standing outside the room when his father came up the stairs and over to him, "What happened?" he asked.

Jack sighed and sat down in the chair across the hall. He rubbed his hands across his face before answering, "that… man, is Pete Shanahan, he is Sam's fiancé." John looked at him "don't look at me like that"; Jack said "this was not a jealous fit. He has been beating her and from the bruises I have seen I'd say he has been for awhile." Jack let out a heavy breath, "I don't know if he's done this before."

John nodded "Jack this isn't your fault, there's no way you could have known he was coming"

"That's what I can't figure out," he looked up at his father. "How the hell did he know she was here?"

John couldn't answer and they stayed there in silence for a while. Soon the door opened and Mel and Krissy stepped out. Jack jumped to his feat "is she ok?" he asked; Mel looked to Krissy.

"Jack…" Krissy started "…she be ok in time."

"What" Jack asked, "what aren't you telling me?"

"She… miscarried Jack." Jack closed his eyes.

"Dose she know she lost the baby?" he asked in a whisper. Krissy laid a hand on his shoulder; she had seen the second that the two had walked into the house that Sam held a special place in Jack's heart.

"She is awake and we told her as gently as we could, but she won't speak to any of us. Maybe you should give it a try" Jack nodded and moved past her. Before he entered the room he turned, "Thank you, both of you." They both nodded. And Jack moved on into the room.

TBC…

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