Author's note: I very sorry it took me sooo long to update but I had difficulties putting this chapter together.

bookworm37: I don't think Sam is frightened of every little noise but she's very aware of the situation and wants to protect her daughter; so she needs to be very cautious. I discussed your review with one of my friends and also agrees with me that people who have to be tough in the things they do at work might be different or the total opposite in private life.

StarDust717: I can't help it that my chapters are that short. :o( and I am not that great in writing dialogue either. Sorry, but I'll keep trying!

all : thank you so much for reading my story and reviewing!

Chapter 7

Just as Sam did 24 hours ago Pete Shannahan pulled up the driveway of Jack's cabin. It was already getting dark outside but there was no light to be seen in the little house. When Pete finally left his car he made his way straight to the front door and without even bothering to knock he turned the door knob just to find the door locked. Furiously he tried again and shouted:

"Sam! Open the door! I'm here to take you and Charlotte home!"

But it remained silent just birds singing and frogs jumping into the pond.

"Where the hell is she? Her car is here…his isn't. She is with him. He takes her from me. I hate him. He takes her away from me." He mumbled pacing on the grass, thinking about what to do next, forming a plan in his head.

Pete Shannahan cracked the lock of the back door and entered the cabin. He would wait for them. Aimlessly he wandered through the little house, looking through the rooms. Maybe they just hid. Up the stairs he could find several of Charlotte's items lying around. He made his way through the hallway and finally entered Jack's bedroom where he found the covers rumbled and Sam's clothes scattered across the room.

Pete's head went red.

He knew what they had done and he was sure they had done it for years. How could that be? She was his wife. She loved him. She betrayed him and she would regret it one way or the other.

Jack, Sam and Charlotte walked down the streets of Silver Bay. Windows of several stores passed by when Sam stopped abruptly. In one of the shops she saw a beautiful light blue dress which was very similar too the one she herself owned. With a smile she remembered what had happened that morning after they had had their tickle fight.

While Sam and Jack were busy cleaning the flour and chocolate off the kitchen floor Charlotte spent her time playing with her toys in the living room where the adults could have an eye on her. Jack cleaned the cooking items very deep in thought. Although he wanted to know everything about the past three years of her life, even if it meant to get hurt again, he avoided talking to Sam. He wanted to talk that was for sure but he decided it was best to have that conversation when Charlotte was in bed.

In that very moment the little girl squealed with delight. When he took a look in the living room he knew why. Obviously they hadn't watched that closely as they should have. In the middle of the room stood the two year old wrapped in one of Sam's dresses along with some scarves, socks and, he gulped, a bra.

"Hey there, what did mommy tell you about playing with her clothes?" Sam asked smiling when she left the kitchen. Noticing her mother getting closer Charlotte ran upstairs straight into Jack's bedroom and hid under the comforter. Sam looked at Jack who had watched the scene with a smile. He followed her upstairs. When they were next to his bedroom door Sam asked:

"Hey Jack, did you see Charlotte?"

"Mmh…I have no idea where she is."

"Didn't you say something about going to town? I think now is a good time to leave."

"Argh," he stretched "I'd rather rest a little." approached the bed, laid down and waved Sam to do the same. Without thinking she joined him on the bed but looking at him made her feel pretty awkward. She had spent a very special weekend in that bed, she sighed but Jack didn't notice. He started bouncing on the bed which was answered by laughter from under the blanket.

"I might have a slight idea where to find her." Jack announced and grabbed Charlotte through the comforter.

"I got you!"

Charlotte squealed, tried to wriggle herself free and looked up at Sam and Jack from under her hiding place.

"Leave?"

"Do you want to go to town, little one?" Jack asked.

Charlotte nodded, rose and started to jump on the bed excitedly. Jack looked at Sam who smiled in response.

"Ok, let's get you dressed properly and then we can leave." she said looking at the little who had already started to take off the clothes and threw them on the bed.

"All done!" she announced, took the adult's hands and dragged them downstairs.

"Hey honey, wait! We need to pick up those cl…"but before she could finisher sentence ahe felt Jack's hand on her arm.

"Just leave it, Sam. We can clear the battlefield later."

Sam's thoughts were interrupted by a little hand tucking at her shirt.

"Mommy? Have?" Charlotte looked at Sam first and finally her gaze wandered to the dress in the window.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Sam smiled.

"Then let's move out and see if we can find one which actually fits you." Jack said taking Charlotte's hand and leading her into the store.

An hour later they left the shop. Jack carried four bags containing clothes and some toys, which they had purchased for Charlotte. Since she had insisted on getting one of those stuffed Bart Simpson toys he was more than willing to pay for Bart. While Sam held Charlotte's hand and told her never to cross a street on her own Jack wondered why those bags were as heavy as they were but before they could manage to cross the street there heard someone shouting.

"Jack O'Neill! I can't believe it!" Jack turned around to see an older man approaching.

Author's note2: I hope you're not mad at me for ending this chapter at this point. I wanted you to have something to read while I'm home spending some time with my friends. The next chapter will hopefully get interesting when Sam finds Pete at the cabin. Like I said some chapters ago: so many thoughts in my head but sometimes the words are missing to make it a proper chapter. Have fun. CU