So it's my first week back at school. I don't think i'll get to post as soon as I would like but, I'll try to post as much as possible when I do!

Sam was back in the infirmary. Jack had been right about Janet. She had shown up only minutes after they had their dual conversation. Jack had shown her in and made enough breakfast for the three of them. Fleetingly, Sam had wondered where the food came from but then Janet had started in on her. She had promised to stay, she needed to go through more tests, and she hadn't even told her where she was going.

Sam's anger had come back in full force at that comment. She was a grown woman and didn't need a mother. She'd been so angry she'd snapped at her. Sam hated treating everyone so terribly. She knew why, she'd been surviving off her anger for those eleven weeks … she didn't know how to go back to the way things were before.

But, she had a right to be angry. She really understood why they had watched her memories but, it just wasn't right. And then Daniel, as intelligent as he was, as understanding as he had been – was supposed to be as a former ascended being, he just didn't get it. Not that he could but, she felt like he wasn't even trying. He expected her to just be 'Sam' again. She wanted to, wanted to go back to before Ba'al but, even she knew she needed time to recover. Even if she wouldn't tell anyone that.

Jack, the Colonel, that was another story. When he had told Daniel who she was angry at she thought she would be the angriest at him. But, he had been tortured by Ba'al, and others, as well. He understood what it was like to know it wasn't his fault but, to feel guilty anyways. He understood. He'd proven that at her house. And that simple realization had calmed her. He understood that she didn't want to talk, he understood that she was still in pain, that she would stay in pain for a while, he understood he couldn't do anything but take it in stride and she was extremely grateful for his understanding.

"Carter."

Sam looked up to see exactly who she'd been thinking of and offered a forced smile. "Sir … I'm sorry for my beh-"

"Don't worry Carter," Jack offered as he sat by her bed and placed her computer on her lap. "You don't need to explain or apologize to me."

You'll apologize after every outburst.

People will ask questions.

You'll have to talk to the shrink.

All the hidden meanings behind his words were clearly expressed in his eyes. While she hated them and the truth behind them she was grateful this ability to silently say what they meant hadn't been damaged. It meant too much to her.

"So," he started. "Got anything fun on that computer other than work?"

Don't think about what happened.

We'll talk when you're ready.

I missed you.