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Some revelations into Sam's past.

CHAPTER 14

Before they knew it, two weeks had passed and Sam was still living with Jack. It wasn't that she didn't go out looking for her own place, but rather that when she went Jack wanted to go too. She had narrowed it down to a few choices, but Jack always managed to come up with some reason as to why the house was not appropriate for her.

The idea of staying with Jack had bothered her at the beginning, but she had to admit that now it seemed normal. Before all this started, they had practically lived together and now it seemed that they were back to the way it was. After two weeks they settled into a routine and Sam began to feel comfortable with the situation. Things had also begun to change for them on a whole other level. Jack no longer looked at her with worry and regret, but more like curiosity. By the end of that second week she just couldn't take it anymore.

"Okay Jack, what is it?"

"What?"

"If I ask, will you answer me truthfully?"

"Why do I feel like I am going to regret this? Yes, I will."

"What was this special op that had Miller so angry with you?"

Sam had been smiling just a few seconds before, but as soon as the question left his lips the smile completely faded.

"What are you talking about?"

"Sam, when we went to see Miller last month Maybourn was talking about some sort of mission that you went on before you left. When I asked what they were talking about he wouldn't give me an answer. So now I am asking you."

"Why do you want to know?"

"Because it is obviously something that was very important in your life and I would like to know."

"Are you going to tell me about every black op that you ever went on?"

"Sam I know that I could say that these were apples and oranges, but I know that they are the same thing. You know how much I would like to tell you everything, but as you also know that is not going to be possible."

"So why should I tell you?"

"Because I love you Sam and I think it might help you to talk about it."

"You what?"

"I thought you knew it by now, but I guess that I will just have to tell you all over again. I love you Samantha Carter and there is nothing that will ever change that."

"Jack, I…"

"I know Sam, and you can say it when you're ready and if you are never ready to say it again than that's okay too."

"You swear that everything I may tell you stays between us? And you won't get pissed and kick me out of your life again?"

"I swear Sam."

"It all started about two years before I was transferred to the SGC. As you know I was partnered with Miller, which was how he knew me when he came to the SGC. I am sure that you are aware that many agencies and private companies work on all aspects of National Security. We received information that some of our top secret military information—guidance systems, details about our planes—were being leaked into the hands of enemy countries. Justin and I were assigned to joint agency team in order to deal with the situation. It was NID, CIA and NSA. Both of us were a little naïve, we were only twenty-three and not used to being on our own for an investigation.

"As the investigation went on we found out how deep it really went. The person passing along the information worked in the White House—something we didn't know until it was too late. We headed over seas in order to apprehend the persons responsible for the exchange of information. And since we didn't know that the leak was coming from someone inside the White House, we didn't know that we had been set up even before our plane left Washington.

"When we got there Justin was approached by someone who said they knew where our suspects were. She gave us a time and a place where they were expected to be. I felt a little weird about the situation, but Justin insisted that we still go through with it. We were there for five minutes before the first gun shot rang out. We had been surrounded and didn't even know it. Half of the team was down within the first two minutes. The rest of us tried to get out, but ended up being captured. Their plan was to hold us until they got what they were waiting for, some documents regarding the stealth system for our planes, and then they were going to kill us. Some of us managed to escape and headed out to the US base. By the time that we got there Justin and I were the only ones alive. We had arrived there with a team of twenty."

"You lost eighteen people?"

"Yeah, and when we got back to Washington, the higher ups wanted answers. Justin didn't want to admit that he had screwed up. I knew that it was a mistake that anyone of us could have made—how was anyone supposed to know that it had all been a set up. I knew that if the truth came out it would be the end of his career, possibly even some time in the brig. I told the review board that our informant had been a double agent and no one suspected anything until it was too late. They bought it and essentially let him go with a slap on the wrist. Justin thought that I had betrayed him and decided to make my life hell at work. Eventually I just couldn't take it anymore and requested a transfer. Luckily for me it was at the same time General Hammond was calling to get me on the SGC team. They allowed it, thinking that I would spy on the operation for them, but were surprised when I told them that I wouldn't. You know the rest."

"Sam, Maybourn also mentioned something about a Dan. What was that about?"

"Dan Martin; he was an agent with the CIA. He was on the joint task force, which was how we met. I fell in love with him the first day that I met him. The problem was that I was still engaged to Jonas Hanson. When things between Jonas and I began to deteriorate Dan was there to help me pick up the pieces. Shortly after that we began to date and then got engaged. We tried to talk each other out of going on the trip—our wedding was only three weeks away. He was one of the first agents struck down. I was ten feet away from him and there was nothing I could do."

"Oh Sam, I am so sorry. If I had known it would be this hard for you I never would have asked."

"No, I'm kind of glad that you did. I haven't talked about it in five years. My dad doesn't even know the truth; he just thinks that Dan was killed on an overseas assignment."

Jack pulled her into a hug and held her as close as he could. She wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him back. Resting his chin on the top of her head he looked over at the clock noticing that it was already well after eleven o'clock.

"Come on, it's pretty late. Let's get you into bed."

Jack led her to the bedroom where she was staying, and told her to have a good night. AS he was turning to head to the guest room she grabbed his arm and turned him around.

"Jack wait; you told me to tell you when I was ready, and I am now. I love you Jack, and I don't want to have to spend another night without you."

Jack embraced her, leading her into the bedroom and closed the door.