Thank you so much to all those who have reviewed my fic. It's really weird to actually have people read it, its like people reading my thoughts. Anyway it gives me a great feeling when i check my email inbox and see some reviews.

Thank you especially to that one reviewer, I have heard about people talking about crazy mad hit and run drivers who others and they get away with 3 months prison sentences and such, i think it should be a life penalty if you take away someone elses life then you should be punished for it the rest of your life. I wasnt thinking about writing about the other driver, but, thinking about it now i think i will.

Anyway, here's Chapter Four. Enjoy!

Previously on Stargate:

Eyes never leaving Sams face, only to see Marks face fall when he saw the state of his sister.

Chapter Four:

Suddenly something let go, the dark grew more intense. A empty feeling overcame her and she started drifting downstream towards the bright light.

She couldn't breathe, the darkness closed in on her, the light becoming even more brighter taking over everything in front of her.

And then, it stopped.

She could breathe, the darkness grew, the brightness shrunk.

So she was drifting freely again, floating back to the familiar feeling, away from the light that hurt her.

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Jack hadn't left her side for the rest of the day after he brought Mark in. He had always sat in the same seat, held her hand and in his mind willed her to emerge. He hadn't said anything out loud, because he was always a military man, he'd been one all his life. In Special Ops you had to keep your emotions to yourself, it had developed a habit over the years. Keep your feelings to yourself and you didnt get attached to anyone if they died. Yet, Sam was lying there, and he still couldn't admit his feelings.

The door behind him opened and a nurse stepped in carrying a bunch of flowers. She walked over to the bedside cabinet, set them down and started arranging them neatly, she turned around and seeing Jacks face said;

"Some people think coma patients can still hear, and that it helps them resurface." then she finished sorting out the flowers and left.

Standing up and walking over to the flowers, Jack thought about what the nurse had said.

To Sam,

The Best of Luck,

From

The S.G.C

Around it were everyone who worked at the bases signatures, some with messages from General Landrey and Walter, there was even one from General Hammond. As he was reading the card his subconsious mind was considering what the nurse had said;

"Some people think coma patients can still hear, and that it helps them resurface."

It was flitting round his brain until it became an idea.

He quickly resumed his seat, looking to make sure no one was watching him. and said;

"Sam, its me, Jack. Please come back to Kansas."

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The pull got stronger, pulling her back to life.

Then the words; "Sam, its me, Jack. Please come back to Kansas." flitted around, bouncing off the invisible walls.

Suddenly that familiar voice had a name, Jack.

She knew that name,she trusted that voice.

She let it engulf her and pull her away from the bright light.

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"Remember the first time we met?" Jack asked the comatose form of his former 2IC.

"In the briefing room, we argued, i dont like scientists remember?"

As the voice grew it spoke of something. A memory stirred deep in her blank slate of a mind, walking into a briefing room, meeting a man.

A mission through a...a...a Stargate?

Daniel Jackson?

Jacks voice grew stronger as he talked through their first mission together, as if reading a child a bedtime story.

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Daniel entered the hospital room later to find Jack sound asleep in his chair slumped forward onto the bed holding Sams hand.

He placed the cup of coffee he was holding down onto the bedside table positioning it so that fumes could waft over to Jack when he woke up.

Then, he walked out as quickly as he had entered and went over to Teal'c and said;

"Jack's asleep. Try not to wake him up, he needs the rest."

"I shall refrain from doing so DanielJackson."

Catching sight of Dr Smitt reading something on her clipboard, Daniel walked over and asked,

"How's Sam?"

"She's fine, I'm sorry but we have no idea if she has amnesia from the crash." Daniel nodded and watched as the doctor walked off.

'Amnesia.' He thought. 'No memory…'

A/N: Im really sorry, this Chapter isn't up to my expectations. But its my Birthday next week so I thought id rush it and get it out because ill probably be busy next week. So I really hope you are enjoying my story so far. And as always;

PLEASE REVIEW!