Chapter 22

Piling some spaghetti onto two plates, I hear Jonas coming through the front door. Throwing on my 'happy' face, I settle into my self-imposed role. Leaving the plates on the dining room table, I go out to greet Hanson.

"Hello dear, how was work today?" I lean up on my tip toes to kiss him. He returns it gladly and quickly.

"Hi Sammie. So our little problem was taken care of, I assume?"

"Yes. Now, dinner is done let's go eat."

Dinner passed by smoothly, nothing of any real importance had been said. What surprised me was Hanson offering to clean up. Clearing my mind for at least a few moments, I try to gain perspective. Everything feels like it just might work out. Jonas is going to feel like such an idiot when he finds out he has been played.

"You ready for bed love?" Hanson taps me on my shoulder, effectively knocking me out of my reverie. I nod and let him guide me to the stairs. Climbing, I falter a little bit and that nauseous feeling returns. Grabbing onto Hanson for support, I take in a few deep breaths.

"What's wrong Samantha? Do you need to go to the hospital?"

"No, it will probably pass. Don't worry about it Jonas. Besides, it's my job to take care of you now, I'll be fine." I smile lovingly. I think I would be able to throw up at this point. I had to stop myself from cringing.

"Just get some good sleep tonight, and if you don't feel better in the morning then I'm taking you to the doctor. I don't want anything happening to my wife." Jonas pulled me into a hug. I was surprised yet again at how sincerely worried Jonas appeared to be.

"Alright. Good night Jonas."

The night passes effortlessly. Jonas is in such good spirits, it reminds me of what caught my eye in the beginning. But I know that's just the other side of his bipolarity. I still feel nauseous but I'm not in the mood for hospital trips. Most likely nothing is wrong and it's just nerves or stress.

"I'm off to work now, you call me if you need anything." Jonas ties up his last shoe string and makes for the door.

"Oh, and, stay in until I get back home. We wouldn't want any trouble to happen." He smiled crookedly and maniacally. Back to the crazy Jonas already I see. When he leaves, I just crash back into the bed.

I haven't had much time to myself with my old job at the SGC, but even more so since Jonas and I had gotten back together. Turning on the tv I flip through channels. Nine times out of ten, I don't even watch tv, so I turn it back off almost immediately. I briefly consider calling Daniel but decide against it. The phone rings and I get up to answer it.

"Hello? Oh Daniel, uh, is there some reason you called for specifically. I understand that but…ah!" I fall to my knees in pain. I can hear Daniel shouting for me on the phone. My stomach feels like it's doing sumersaults. I can barely make out Daniel saying that he's coming over.

"NO!" I scream out, praying he hears and follows my pleas.

((AN: I wasn't going to update today. But I promised and didn't want to be a liar so yeah. So review please?))