(A/N: This chapter is a bit cheesy, methinks ) I hope you enjoy it, I do! Sorry about the delay in updating!)
Opening the letter seemed like a simple action, but for Sam it was one of the hardest she had ever had to carry out. Particularly in front of her top Commanding Officer, she tried to push the feeling away, focusing on what the letter had to say rather than opening in the General's presence. She mentally sighed, and after turning the envelope in her hands after what seemed like an eternity. In reality it was probably a few seconds as the General had yet to say anything else. Sitting down in one of the chairs in front of the desk, she gave up and opened it. She didn't even know why she was so nervous at such a simple prospect. Pulling the letter out, the most immediate thing she saw was the small splatter of what suspiciously like blood. Drawing a shaky breath she began to read her second letter of the day:
Dear Sam,
I find myself yet again writing to you- if you found my previous letter this confirms that I'm in trouble, but I suppose you already guessed that. Lucky I came prepared. This letter is specifically written to you mainly due to our link- when you get it I will know.
The Entr'ians have disappeared, it was lucky that I could get this to the 'Gate. I know it's an unorthodox method, but it will work. I'm glad you got home safely, and I will be able to join you soon, so have a party. Get cake. I'll be there. Tell Hammond that I'll be back soon, and if I need help, I'll try and contact you- good thing I still have my GDO now isn't it?
Don't worry about me being injured, I'm not. Well not in the real sense anyways, my pride took another blow, but that's nothing new now is it? Just a few scratches, sleep well,
Jack.
It wasn't a bad letter, he was still alive, and in a sense also confirmed that she wasn't completely crazy. The dream she'd had was real, her mind started working over drive, the how's, the whys.
'Major Carter?' The General interrupted her train of thought.
'General? The Colonel says he's fine, just scraped….'she wasn't sure if he wanted to have a look at the letter or not. It would bring questions to light that she would rather not answer. She didn't totally understand everything herself, and supposed she never would. 'General? He says he'll be home soon, he just doesn't know when…'
'Thank you Major, it's an unorthodox way of communicating, but it's still a communication.'
Leaving the Generals office, Sam was once more walking aimlessly around the grey, concrete base. She wanted- no, she needed to talk to someone about the dream she'd had about the Colonel, knowing deep down that it was real, but the scientist in her was telling her it couldn't be real, it was defying the known sciences. Defying science is not that hard though, not in this place, thought Sam. She found herself outside the main elevator leading topside. Making a quick decision, she decided to leave the seemingly oppressive grey walls for a while.
Home. A place where you could be safe and warm, without worrying about the rest of the world. So why did she not feel content at home? Why did she no longer feel as if it were her home? She knew the answer as soon as the question was asked. Her home was with Jack O'Neill. She should be looking for him, not walking around the big, empty house that should have another occupant. That oppressive came back again, her feet itching to get out of the house, to find him. She needed to find him, to make herself whole again. As she walked out the front door, she collapsed into an oblivion of twinkling lights.
The twinkling lights faded, and a reality established itself in front of her. The dense forest surrounded her, a mass of colours, different greens and yellows and reds. The flowers and fruits drooped where they stood. The autumn was one of her favourite times of the year, the mounds of colours dazzling, making the world so much prettier than the greens and yellows of Summer. Walking through the forest, her legs knowing the way she had only walked once before, knowing where she was going.
The sounds of the gushing stream met her ears before she could see it. The clear stream, undisturbed with sharp rocks and pebbles of all sorts of colours beneath it. It was like a scene from a countryside postcard. Looking forward, she saw the real reason why she was in this place, Jack O'Neill. The need to find him had overwhelmed her, and her she was, finding him. Once more he had his back turned to her, but she could tell it was him, she knew it was him. It was instinct, he was her home, her place to feel warm and safe, even in the face of the Goa'uld threat.
'You came,' he said, simply.
'I had to. It kills me knowing you aren't one Earth, safe with us.' She replied. 'I don't know how I got here,' she said, a hint of a question in her voice.
'Your need brought you here, like when we met before.'
'I have to get you home Jack, I can't go on like this. I know you haven't been gone for long, it's just so hard with out you here. Like Edora…' Sam trailed off.
Jack stood up and turned around, and gasped at his appearance. He had blood down the front of his clothes, drenching most of him. His face, almost cat like scratches stretched from just below his eye to his chin. His arm was in a makeshift sling, he arm swollen. She couldn't bear to look- she was used to injuries, she was a solider, but she couldn't stand seeing them on him. She had to get him of that planet. She had to, whatever it would take.
(A/N: Okay, so was it any good? There was cheesyness, I know, but still... the characters are a bit OOC I think...anyways, tell what what you think? Good, bad...ugly?
Ryan x x x)
