Yeah, so this is going to be my second chapter tonight (even though the first one was really short and this one isn't much better…, this is definitely not good for my grades… Anyways, I hope you enjoy it!

Iris is open, Sam! He screamed into her head, he didn't get a response but a few seconds later SG1 stumbled out of the 'gate. Mitchell and Teal'c were carrying Daneil between them, and Sam was being helped along by Vala. Staff blasts followed them through, but the event horizon disappeared before any serious damage could be done.

The power flickered back on as soon as the 'gate shut down, allowing the medical team to rush in. Sam was unconscious by the time she got down the ramp, and Jack was thankful for it, he could feel her pain with each step she took.

Vala looked around the room, noticing the chair and the glass first, then the small cuts on Jack's forearms and the knee he was favoring. "Wow," she said towards him, not expecting a reply. She didn't get one, he turned and limped out after Daniel and Sam, Teal'c followed him, taking his elbow and helping his friend follow the doctors.

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The infirmary was a busy place. Siler was sitting on a bed, trying to stay out of the way while he waited for the x-ray of his wrist; he looked on as Dr. Lam urgently administered CPR to Daniel, reviving him quickly. His wound was treated, he hadn't lost as much blood as he could've, the heat from the staff blast had cauterized some of the surrounding tissues. Sam had been less lucky, the muscles of her thigh were torn apart and bleeding all over the place.

It didn't help that Jack limped in with Teal'c's help, the pair of them looking on and asking questions, generally getting in the way. After a minute, they were told to sit on a bed and wait, which they did. Jack winced when he bent his knee but ignored Teal'c's concerned look.

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Sam woke a few hours later to a dark infirmary. She sat up slowly, not wanting another headache. She could sense Jack's presence somewhere near, but she couldn't see him in the dark. Siler was on the bed to her left, his arm in a sling; Daniel was to her right, blood had soaked through the gauze on his chest, she winced at the memory. She could see Jack's dark eyes glinting at her from the other side of Daniel's bed. Hey, she thought to him.

How are you feeling?

I'm doing all right… why are you in here?

Because you are.

What?

My butt hurt from sitting on that damn stool at the end of your bed so I took over a bed of my own. She chuckled, but it turned into a cough. How's the leg?

It's been better.

Really? Looks fine to me… Sarcasm dripped even from his thoughts. She shook her head at him, lying back down, sleep attempting to claim her again.

Why's Siler in here?

Dr. Lam has him playing watchdog. She had to go home to feed her dog… or get her neighbor to feed the dog while she's here… or something.

I can't imagine working here and having a pet.

Yeah, I wouldn't mind a dog…

I'm kind of a cat person.

I could put up with a cat, so long as I get to stay with you.

Excuse me?

C'mon, Sam, you know I can't control what you get… at least I'm honest.

Yeah, she smiled. I happen to agree.

With what?

Nothing… she couldn't keep the truth from leaking over to him though, I wouldn't mind a dog if I got to stay with you.

We're hopeless, you know that.

Yeah… not to mention the regulations.

I'm all for screwing the regs.

I agree.

You what?

I agree.

Wow. She chuckled and drifted back to sleep.

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Jack was ever vigilant, sitting in a chair brought in especially for him by Dr. Lam, he was stationed between his two friends' beds. They both were healing surprisingly quickly; Dr. Lam suspected that it had something to do with the purple event horizon but nothing could be proven. Daniel was able to sit up in bed and breathe normally after a few days, the bandages and scabs having constricted him for the first few days. The muscles in Sam's leg knitted themselves back together slowly but surely, she still couldn't put any weight on it but she no longer winced when she shifted in bed.

Jack was their supply of foods banned by Dr. Lam. He made the quick trip between the infirmary and the commissary, bringing extra jello, coffee, and other unhealthy munchies to his friends. Of course, the trips weren't as quick as they would've been before his leap out of the window; he walked with a cane and a stiff brace on his knee by doctor's orders. He would have the brace and cane for at least another month, the only positive was that it meant that he would be staying at the SGC for awhile longer.

"I still can't believe you jumped out the control room window… how far of a drop is that?" Daniel was saying again, shaking his head at Jack and accepting the cup of coffee he was offered.

"I dunno…" Jack said. Sam shrugged, starting on her third blue jello of the day.

Thank you, sir.

For what… the jello? No problem.

For everything… though the jello is quite good.

Welcome, Sam. They were interrupted by Dr. Lam, who cast an angry look at Jack before taking Sam's jello and Daniel's coffee. Of course, this was met with a variety of complaints that did no good.

"General, if I catch either of them with any of this stuff again you're out of my infirmary."

"Normally, I would be glad to leave you and your needles alone but…" Jack gestured to his friends, "I'm afraid I have a few things keeping me here."

Dr. Lam only shook her head, leaving the room in order to make room for Teal'c.

"Hey, T!"

"Greetings, O'Neill… DanielJackson, ColonelCarter, how are you feeling today?"

"Hi Teal'c," Sam said, taking the jello he brought.

"Better," Daniel said, taking the coffee.

"She'll have our heads," Jack told Teal'c as his friend pulled up a chair next to him.

"I do not believe so, O'Neill."

"Why not?"

"It is the opposite of what a doctor tries to achieve…"

"How's that?" Jack interrupted.

"A doctor is sworn to preserve life, if DoctorLam were to remove our heads she would, in fact, have terminated life," Jack laughed a little.

"T, it's kind of an expression… she would kick us out or something, she wouldn't actually kill us."

"Indeed."

I can't believe he didn't know that one already!

Yeah, but you haven't been around as often… it's a shame really.

I'm sorry I'm not here as often, Sam.

It's not your fault, sir.

Stop with the sir, nobody else can hear anyways…

Sorry, it's habit.

"So, what're you talking about today?" Daniel asked.

"What?" Sam and Jack both glanced up at the same time.

"You were staring at each other and not speaking, we're assuming you were having a thoughtful conversation, care to fill us in?"

"Not really…" Jack said under his breath.

"I was thinking about the purple event horizon and he was telling me not to," Sam covered.

Good show, that's even something you'll be likely to think about soon!

That's why I thought of it.

Too much thinking. Sam chuckled.

"I'm still not used to this," Daniel admitted.

"Neither am I," Teal'c said.

"Sorry…"

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They were all discharged from the infirmary a week later, Jack was given leave to walk without his cane but he still had to wear the brace, Sam had a similar brace on her knee and thigh to keep things in place. They walked around together often, enjoying the pace without worrying about holding the other up; Daniel walked around tenderly but not as slowly as they did. His side was whole again much faster than anything he'd ever had in the past and he only needed a light gauze bandage and to remember to be careful about his side.

What am I going to do about Mark… and Pete?

You're just thinking of them now? He was a little surprised he hadn't heard about her brother and boyfriend, no, make that fiancé, yet. He couldn't help but think, well, you could just kill Pete…

Sir!

Sorry… no editing, remember.

I know… It's kind of sweet.

What!

This is going to get awkward.

You're telling me.

What do you mean?

I'm going to have to listen to you tell your brother and fiancé that you're not dead!

What if I just don't tell Pete…

You're not supposed to think like that about somebody you're supposed to be getting married to.

Well, I'm not supposed to be thinking some of the things I think about you either… They both blushed. Do you have anybody that'll want to know? Faces flashed from his mind to hers, but most of them came with tombstones and memories of funerals.

Not anymore.

I'm sorry.

It happens… Daniel says that we have tombstones.

We should visit them.

It would be weird.

Yeah, but who gets to visit their own grave?

It's not really supposed to work like that… Sam was suddenly flooded with his emotions; emotions she hadn't thought could ever exist. She knew he was thinking about other things that aren't supposed to happen, and Charlie. She saw a crystal clear picture of a little boy with brown hair and his father's eyes, they were playing catch, and she saw Sarah, a woman she had only met briefly. They looked happy but then the images twisted and she saw the little boy covered in blood and felt some of what Jack had felt, she was left with the image of Charlie's gravestone imprinted on the back of her eyelids.

Jack… She had never even thought his name to him before. Jack, I'm so sorry. He shook his head, trying to erase the memories. His heart had rushed when she used his first name, though it hadn't outshone the clouds of memories that were still there.

Everybody's sorry… It doesn't really change anything.

I would hug you if there weren't security cameras in here right now.

Let's go.

Where?

Anywhere but here.

Okay.

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It took them almost a half an hour longer than normal, but they eventually made it to the surface in their civies. It was approaching twilight in the world above the concrete, the clouds in the sky shining bright reds, purples, and oranges, while the sky itself reflected those colors in even more vivid hues.

I like our planet. Sam decided.

No argument. Jack assured her, making his way to his truck and hopping in the passenger side. Sam would have to drive; she could bend her knee better than he could.

She drove in no specific direction, taking them past O'Maley's Steakhouse, past Daniel's apartment complex, and a number of other familiar places, finally they arrived at the cemetery. Should we go in? She asked carefully.

Sure, I know a few people here.

That's kind of a sad way of thinking, sir.

I told you to drop the sir, and it's not that sad. People die.

Still… They fell silent, keeping their minds blank as they got out of the truck and walked in between the graves. I feel incredibly underdressed.

You look fine.

Thank you, sir.

Anytime. Smiling, they continued their walk. They passed people they had known, remembering faces, memorial services, happy moments, any number of occasions. Sam paused at her parent's graves for a moment of private contemplation, Jack hummed the USAF theme for her privacy, she did similarly when he approached Charlie's grave.

Sam stopped when she saw the grave to the left of her parent's. It had her name engraved on it, and her birthday, and a date that she could remember dying. Oh my God. Jack was at her side immediately, looking over her shoulder, the sharp intake of breath was all she needed to hear. She leaned back into his arms, breathing deeply.

After a few moments they walked over to where Jack's grave was, hand in hand. After looking at it for a moment Sam turned around in his arms and looked him in the eye, "I never want to have to see that, Jack," she whispered, holding him close.

I'll try.

You better.

I promise.

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They ended up back at Sam's house after another hour's worth of wandering the cemetery. It was a beautiful place, memories under each tombstone, and the sunset was magnificent.

You haven't been home yet, have you?

No, sir.

Why do you do that?

What?

Go from 'Jack' to 'sir' in a matter of minutes.

Sorry… it's just habit.

It needs to be broken. I don't want you living in my head if you're going to be calling me sir all the time. His trick to lighten their mood had worked, and she smiled at him as she pulled the keys out of the ignition and handed them back to him, pulling her own out to open up the house.

Inside was dusty and dark, none of the light switches worked, but the water hadn't been turned off. This is weird. Sam decided as she walked through her house. Boxes were piled in the living room, and sheets were draped over all the furniture. The bed frame and mattress stood bare of sheets or pillows in the bedroom, and the curtains had been taken down and packed away.

They limped around the house together, pulling open boxes to look for the thing that they'd need; sheets for the beds, the curtains, canned foods that would still be good. Sam, they drank all your beer while they packed.

Bastards. She joked, getting a laugh.

They settled down after a few hours, starting a fire in the fireplace and eating spaghetti-o's that they'd found. This could almost be romantic.

Almost. He agreed. She turned red, having forgotten that he could hear her.

I know it's unlikely that Sam's parents and Charlie would be buried in the same graveyard, but…