AN: I'm so excited about this chapter I couldn't wait to post it. So I won't hold you to those 20 reviews, and because I'm so excited, this chapter will probably be long anyways. Humph, what a bunch of lucky people you are!

Chapter 12

General Hammond had informed Hanson of his probation and now that it was confirmed that Allen was left for dead, actual charges were likely to be filed. Carter finished up the last few mission and tech reports and was about to head home. In all honesty, she was avoiding confronting Jonas.

Not that she was afraid of breaking up with Jonas, just that she was disappointed that things didn't work out. Disappointed that she had such a lack of judgment when it came to her personal life. Passing Daniel while going to the elevator, she said goodbye.

"Oh wait a sec Sam. I was wondering if you would like to catch a movie or something. We haven't been able to really hang out since…well for awhile." Daniel asked. He was hesitant to mention Jonas, especially since what had happened with Allen and more than a slight suspicion of a darker past between the two.

"Maybe tomorrow night Daniel. Ha, I'll probably be free for the rest of my life after tonight. But there's something I have to take care of with Hanson." Sam told Daniel. She found it better to think of Jonas Hanson only in the military sense. ((AN: Sam is referred to as Sam to Daniel and in intense situations, to Jack as well. Samantha to Hanson and of course Major Carter to Teal'c and in all other times just Carter to Jack. Just to let you know why the variations in her name when she's talking to different people.))

Daniel nodded and they went their separate ways. Driving down the highway, Sam was almost to her house. She stopped at a small liquor store. Grabbing a bottle of vodka she paid and shuddered at the cashier who was a little too excited to help her.

She wasn't one to turn to alcohol, especially since those years back. But everything just seemed to be falling apart. ((Things Fall Apart. Great book, you should check it out. Sorry, I'm getting sidetracked….lol)) Carter needed a release, some small amount of comfort that she couldn't completely get from her friends. Which was mainly her fault as they don't know the real story behind everything.

But they couldn't, it would destroy her in their eyes. Everything she's worked for the past decade would come to an abrupt halt and be destroyed. She would crash and burn as the outcome. Now standing outside her house, she opened the vodka and took a swig of it.

Fighting unknown creatures and aliens, Major Carter was fearless. Fighting for a love life, or any form of life, Samantha Carter was a coward. And she was undoubtedly ashamed of this self-belief. Taking a deep breath she turns the door knob and moves forward.

Hanson is in the living room, watching tv, with a deep frown in his forehead. He seemed to be in a bad mood, and for quite some time. Almost asking if he wanted to talk, Sam remembered what she came to do, what she needed to do.

"Hanson we need to talk." She sat down across from Hanson.

"Can't it wait, I'm watching the game, and I'm not in the mood to talk." Hanson's eyes never moved from the set. This was going to be harder than expected.

Standing to turn the television off, Sam pirouetted around. "No Hanson, it can't. And you need to get in the mood to talk."

A mad glint filled his eyes, his breathing increased. He made a move to stand, but calmed himself before gritting out, "Fine. Talk."

"I gave us a try. I seriously did. There were many times I thought why the hell are we back together. Then you would always do something wonderful and loving, and I would forget. It became this crazy little dysfunctional game we played. I thought the past was in the past. I thought you actually changed….and then Allen…I'm sorry Jonas. Really I am, but this game is over. I'm throwing my cards in." A traitor teal trailed down Sam's face and she was thrilled about having the vodka now.

Jonas somehow managed to deflect what had just been said. Ignoring the fact that Sam was ending the relationship. His face was blank, except for some weird and unsettling reason, he looked smug. Sam walked out of the living room to grab a drink, not waiting for a reply after it became evident that none was going to come soon.

Standing in the kitchen, Jonas appeared in the doorway. "So you think you're just gone get up and leave. Just like that, after everything I did for you?"

"Ha. After everything you didn't do for me is more like it Hanson. And no, I'm not gonna leave. You are. This is my house remember?"

Sam walked over to the breakfast nook in her kitchen looking out the windows. 'Why couldn't this just be simple. Like, hey Jonas we're not gonna be together anymore. Alright Sammie, I understand.' She thought. More tears followed and Sam was lost in her thoughts, oblivious to anything.

Hanson quickly stepped behind her, fastening his arm around Sam's neck. Snapping back to reality, Sam struggled to get away. Her legs flailing aimlessly, as Hanson stood a good 2 inches taller than her. Gripping his arm, she futilely tried to pry it away. Oxygen was not a problem, but she could have done a better job breathing without his arm there.

Trying to cause some amount of damage to Hanson, she reached behind her, attempting to hit him somewhere. Effortless he secured her arm with his free hand.

"You are such an ungrateful bitch! After everything I've gone through to be with you. Do you know how many phone calls and favors it took to get to the SGC? That was all for you!" Hanson yelled. Still in the kitchen, Hanson threw Sam, causing her to crash into the corner of the wall and hit her head.

Sam's eyes were unfocused for awhile. But she knew she had to get up before he had another go. Willing the headache away for the moment, she rose to her feet unsteadily. Looking around for some kind of weapon, she found none. Hanson was just standing back, like a predator playing with their prey.

Lacking any other choice, Sam rushed Hanson in a last attempt at getting out of this disastrous situation. He laughed and skillfully, almost gracefully intercepted the maneuver. This time, he grabbed her by the throat and rammed her against the wall, causing her to grunt out in pain. Now, breathing was a problem.

Things would be significantly worse if she were to black out, Sam knew that, so she tried to steady her breathing out. Hanson seemed to be enjoying himself.

"Oh, Sammie, Sammie, Sammie. You're never going to leave me."

"Yes. I am Jonas. You sick bastard. Go ahead kill me, I rather die than be with you." Sam bravely spat.

"Haha. You think I'm going to kill you if you leave? Silly girl. I'll take something far more precious from you and let you wallow in the reality of what you did." Hanson said, calm as ever and just as arrogant.

"If you're threatening my team, go right ahead. I'll enjoy watching Teal'c dismember you, and the Colonel watching." Sam said. This angered Hanson and like a rag doll, he threw Sam into a different wall. A resounding crack was heard, a sound that wasn't the wall.

On the brink of losing consciousness, Hanson bent down to her. Taking out a wallet, he opened and a series of photos came tumbling down.

"See this Sammie? Oh wait, stay with me, this is the best part." Hanson slapped Sam's face to keep her eyes open for a moment longer. "This is our beautiful daughter. But, if you leave me….well let's just say, she won't be our daughter for much longer." He bellowed a dark laugh.

Daughter. Sam had a daughter. Hanson lying about it was clearly not an option as the girl in the picture was almost an exact replica of Sam except with strands of Hanson's hair mixed into her predominantly blonde hair. In the pictures she was about 5 or 6 years old. Thinking back on the time line, Sam realized that she would have to of had her during those missing two years.

And now she was obligated to stay with Hanson, she had no doubt he would follow through with his threat, whether or not it was him to do it. She was undeniably trapped, but she refused to cause the slightest harm to this little girl that she already loved.

Before closing her eyes, becoming engulfed in darkness, Sam's eyes formed slivers, and was barely able to make out Hanson popping open his belt and reaching out for her.

AN: Do I really need to say what happened next? That's all I'm going with the non-con, nothing graphic. I'm sticking to my 'T' rating, and seriously, I think we all have enough imagination for that to be enough anyways. So….I know I posted a semi long chapter, when I got only 8 or so reviews but I was excited. This was the climax of the story…kind of. Oh, and fyi, Jack or any of the other team members aren't going to find out about this for a while. (4 maybe 2 chapters). So review and lemme know what you think!

Oh. And the little 'fight' scene. I know some of you are gonna be like: "WTF!? Sam would have fought back harder!" Well 1. Hanson caught her off guard. 2. Hanson was black ops and had training longer than sam. 3. Even though we all want to think it, Sam's not indestructible or some kind of superhero. My whole goal of this story is to show Hanson/Sam's relationship and the contrast/struggle between military sam and real sam. So enough rambling….time for you to ramble at me!