Chapter 15

Parking her car in front of her home, Carter notices a lone light shining through the kitchen window. Stepping out of her car, she gives herself a pep talk. Gaining confidence Carter pushed forward to put an end to this nightmare she threw upon herself.

Hanson was standing over the counter, back hunched over heavy with many emotions. Anger and fury being the most prevalent. Glass came down with a thud, signaling his semi drunk state. Swallowing a well defined lump, Sam coughs as to make her presence known.

"Hey, Sammie. I didn't hear you come in." Hanson spoke in a tight, restricted way. It wasn't cold, but neither was it caring. It was detached.

"We need to talk. Actually, I'm going to talk and you're just going to listen. I'm through with this, and I'm not just going to stand around and let you hurt an innocent little girl." Sam manages to stay calm, yet assertive.

Hanson turned around and glided to the opposing counter, nearing the stove. His head flips into Sam's direction, with his body quickly following.

"Then don't stand." The moment Hanson said this, his left hand swung around exposing a pan. Making contact with Carter's face, she immediately fell slack. Her head was ringing, but somehow she hadn't lost consciousness.

"Jonas. Don't do this, I can't stop what will happen if people find out what you are doing." Carter said. Still on the floor, she attempts to stand up.

"Ha, don't do what Sammie? Don't reciprocate the same amount of pain you caused me? Cause I have to admit, you have done a great job of mucking up my life." A horrifying smirk graces his face.

As he sees Sam starting to come to her feet, he brings a stop to it, roughly kicking her in her stomach. Falling back down, Sam rolls over to her back. She sees Hanson's feet shuffling for another round and reaches out grasping his ankle and pulling him down.

Once he trips, Sam jumps to her feet ignoring the sharp pain that scaled from her ribs to her skull. Running up the steps, she pulls out her phone, calling the only person she knew would be most helpful. O'Neill. It was ringing, but before Sam could tell if he picked up or not, Hanson was closing in. She was at the top of the stairs, not sure of what to do. Her firearm was not in its normal place and she was again running out of options.

"Hello, Colonel O'Neil. Hello? Carter, you called me remember?" O'Neill's voice came through Sam's phone, yet she had dropped it out of her shaking fingers.

"I never did like guns in my house Sammie. And you really shouldn't have tripped me like that. It wasn't nice." Hanson charged the last few steps and jumped Sam. Neither were aware of the person on the other end of Sam's phone, privy to the whole situation.

Sam was thrown up against the wall, with Hanson's arm still attached to her neck. Taking aim, she punched Hanson squarely in the face causing his grip to loosen and drop her. She could feel her vision becoming cross. Hanson recovered quickly, too fast for Sam to be able to cause further damage.

"You know, you are really more trouble than you're worth." Hanson barked. This time, Sam flew back downstairs, only because Hanson was taking a break from his little game. "You can make this easier on yourself. Or you can make it harder, which I prefer by the way."

Luck was not on Sam's side, her ankle caved at an awkward angle causing her to crash the rest of the way down. Thoroughly bruised and battered, Sam was down and there was little she could to stop Hanson's onslaught. His footsteps boomed in loud, terrifying echoes.

She was now able to look up into his cold and hateful eyes. "It was good while it lasted Sammie, I'll see you in hell." His foot raised up and sent a crushing blow to Sam's hip. Hanson was ready to repeat these actions, but suddenly stopped.

"Get off her Hanson!" O'Neill broke through the front door. Sam was breathing fast, labored breath and was debilitated with the pain.

"Oh look, the white knight came to save his slut!" Hanson barely had a chance to say this when O'Neill came crashing down on him. With a single, but well placed punch, O'Neill rendered him unconscious. After making sure he was detained, O'Neill rushed over to where Sam laid.

Sam's breathing had marginally calmed down when she saw O'Neill kneeling over her.

"Jack. Jack, I…." she started to say something. But she couldn't seem to find what to say, embarrassed in this situation.

"Sam, everything is going to be okay. I heard everything that happened on your cell. I won't let that bastard ever hurt you again." Jack spoke, carrying an edge in his voice.

"You, you don't understand Jack. Hanson can do something far worse than physical abuse. This is bigger than just Jonas and I and there are more people involved." Sam graveled for Jack not to involve the military in this. He had never seen Sam so vulnerable and scared.

"I won't involve the military Sam, but I will take care of this personally. You can't talk me out of it either, I'm not just gonna sit around watching you get hurt anymore." Jack carefully picked Sam up and took her out to his truck. After fighting it for awhile, Sam gave into the darkness the pain was bringing. Hanson was still unconscious, and Jack just left him there. He wouldn't be going anywhere without Jack's knowledge for awhile if ever.

((AN: Woo. Sam whumping! And Sam saving! And Hanson beating! And Jack! So did you like it? Did you hate it? Tell me!))