I lay in my quarters, alone. I must have been laying here for hours now, I can't sleep.

I know Colonel O'Neill told me to get a good night's sleep, but how can I when there is so much on my mind?

I have been laying here since the moment he left, trying to just close my eyes and forget everything, even for just a moment.

It hasn't worked. I'm so tired, my energy drained by emotion. I've been crying and I'm not sure why.

The tears just welled up and since then they haven't stopped flowing.

I know my eyes are red, my nose congested and my cheeks stained with salty tears but I am in the darkness, there is no-one here to see my pain.

I don't understand myself. I was the one who told him to leave, I decided to move on, and he was just a figment of my imagination.

Then why do I feel so forgotten? Like he's given up hope even though he told me… well I told myself that he would never give up.

There is no point crying over something I have done myself, but I can't help it.

I feel the jolt of us coming out of hyperspace. The lights flick on automatically. Florescent glare burns my eyes and I reach over and check my watch, its morning or at least it should be.

Before long they'll be ordering personnel to the control deck.

"SG'S 1 AND 3 AND DOCTOR FRAISER TO THE CONTROL DECK, I REPEAT SG'S 1, 3 AND DOCTOR FRAISER TO THE CONTROL DECK"

Am I psychic? Or am I just used to this ship?

I can't have been of it for even a week and I find myself back in its grips, back to the cause of my troubles.

Well that's not fair, it is only my fault this is happening, I've left everything too late and now by attempting to move on, I have found myself in a world of trouble that for some reason bare no consequences aside from the obvious.

"Sam! Are you awake yet" I hear Daniels voice call from the other side of my door. I wipe my eyes and sit up, pulling a pack of tissues from my pack. I clean myself up and wonder over to a mirror hanging on my wall.

I'm fooling no-one. The only thing that will get rid of this evidence is time, time I do not have.

"Come on Carter! We're needed on deck!" Colonel O'Neill hollers through the door, his fist banging loudly. I jump at the intrusive knock and open the door.

"I'll be out in a minute sir" I say in the most aggressive tone I can have while speaking to my commanding officer.

I'm dressed in my pajamas so I hope my excuse of needing to get changed will keep him at bay.

He's seen the look on my face, my poor attempt at covering the fact that my entire night amounted to nothing but sorrow has failed miserably.

He won't say anything though, put him in any argument or scenario where life and death depends on his every move and he'll pass with flying colours; but ask him to understand pain that has no visible wound and he's lost.

"Um… I'll tell them you can't make it" he says in response holding eye contact yet somehow averting his gaze at the exact same time

"That isn't necessary sir; I only need a moment to get dressed" I assure him, but I don't turn away.

"Alright Carter, but if I don't see you up there in ten then you're effectively taking a sicky" he warns and I smile

"Yes sir" I agree, closing the door as he turns and walks away. The second he's gone I change faster than ever before, not bothering to glance in the mirror before racing up to the control deck.

Inside the control deck, a voice speaks above the rest, speaking clearly and with a distinctive pitch. Colonel Ronson is standing before a group of people and SG1 minus Sam is giving a speech but his speech is more of an explanation than anything else.

"After dropping out of hyperspace, we discovered that the bump had knocked us off course slightly. Now we aren't a far distance from the cloud but the hyper drives are currently offline and we are working on bringing them back online soon. But first things first, we have actually dropped out of hyperspace, just inside the atmosphere of a planet that appears to support human life and may in fact have a stargate…"

"Sir, we appear to be descending towards the planet at a great velocity" I woman calls from in front of a computer.

"How much time sergeant?"

"Three, no two minutes sir" she replies to Ronson "make that 30 seconds sir, maybe less. We have no control sir" she calls, her tone skipping up to a more alert higher pitch.

"We're going to hit sir"

"Where?" he demands rushing over to her side

"Water sir, close to a shoreline" with that, a great booming sound of impact echo's throughout the ship. The shock throws many across the room, bodies tumble over each other and the power suddenly drops out and surrounds them in complete darkness but only for a moment before the emergency lighting kicks in.

"Is everyone alright?" yells out the question and general reassurance of safety is the reply.

"Damage report sergeant" Ronson demands, getting up from in front of the computer where he had landed

"There is absolutely no power aside from the emergency lighting and life support sir" she responds and then speaks into her radio asking for responses from the lower decks.

Many of the replies were good, a few minor injuries and complaints of headaches but no more until deck 15 responded with a status report of their deck and surrounding decks.

"We're fine here but the impact has caused some pretty hefty damage, the elevators aren't operational but we sent a man up to through the elevator shaft. The back of deck 14 is starting to flood so we evacuated the area and sealed off the damaged areas and deck 16 is mostly flooded already, we conducted a search but it seems everyone had already evacuated although we can't get in far." Was their response

"Our quarters are on 16" Daniel commented, hoping no artifacts inside his quarters were damaged.

"How do I get down to 16" Jack asked the woman rather urgently.

"Um, you'd have to take the elevator shaft; it's all that's available

"What's wrong Colonel?" Ronson asked as Jack moved towards the elevator and began prying the doors open.

"Major Carter is on deck 16" Teal'c stated "others may also be"

After opening the elevator doors, Jack quickly made his way down to deck 16, Teal'c close behind.

"Major" Jack called once he had reached the appropriate floor "how do I get in?" he asked and the Major showed him to an open door.

The corridors on deck 16 were empty and completely devoid of life signs or water. As Jack progressed through the sloped corridors on his way to Sam's quarters, he quickly encountered the rapidly rising water.

"damn it" he swore as the water was well and truly cutting him off from their quarters, but the thought that the water was most likely a lot higher closer to her quarters drove him forward into the freezing water.

He splashed through the halls quickly, pushing forward against the current until he was no longer able to walk. He soon found himself swimming through a pool of water, heading deeper as he drove forward, down to her quarters.

"Oh for crying out loud!" he exclaimed

"What is it O'Neill?" Teal'c asked a short distance behind him.

"The rest of this corridor is completely flooded, her quarters are under water" he explained

"you've got to be joking" Daniel called from a further distance, Jack ignored him and dove deep, swimming down to a door that he thought to be Carters. He prayed it was unlocked, as he hit the handle the door clicked and then he pushed the door in, forcing the water back.

Her flooded room had clothing drifting everywhere, he felt his lungs burning from his lack of oxygen, he was about to turn back when he noticed what was unmistakably her pajamas under her bed and what was clearly flesh showing around the waist.

He dove deeper, ignoring the burning of his lungs and the pressure on his ears. He pushed forwards and pulled her out from where she had been pinned.

She drifted lifelessly in the water.