"Hey Sugar," Jonas says walking into Sam's lab with the swagger he used to use when he was sure that they are about to make love. "I figured you would call me when you realized I was in town."

"I thought moving out sent a pretty clear message," she says nervously standing up, and moving so she can keep the lab bench in between the two of them.

"It did. I just thought a little time would have settled down your pretty little head."

"Jonas, please leave," Sam says focusing hard on using her strong and confident voice.

"Come on Babe. I didn't really hurt you that bad did I?" he asks looking at her eye. He tries to reach across the lab bench to put his hand on her face, but she leans back to pull away from him. "Babe, we always fight, but that doesn't mean that we don't love each other. That we weren't meant for one another."

Sam tires to run around the bench, and get out the door, but he catches her by the waist. She tries to break way using his own momentum. He knows all of her moves. They have fought with each other so often that he can predict every single move that she is going to make. He grins at her, and starts to lift the knee.

She knows what comes next. She knows that that knee is going to touch her in a place she vowed Jonas would never get to feel again.

"Help!" she screams at the top of her lung.

The Airmen from the hall come running, and before they get in the door Jonas is already standing steps away with his arms up in the air.

"Ma'am?" one of the Airman asks uncertainly.

She glances at Jonas in silent accusation him. The Airman glances at him and Jonas skulks out of the room.

"Ma'am, would you like me to escort you somewhere?" the Airman asks.

"I'm okay," she says nervously. Why did Jonas always have to back her into a corner? Why did he have to force her hand? Would she ever be in control? Had she really believed that moving to a new place was going to change anything? "Can we not do any paperwork on this?" she requests. After all she is not clean in all of this. She is as guilty as he is.

She never should have dated him. She knew he wasn't exactly the kind of a guy who would take "no" for an answer.

-0-

She had sort of expected Daniel would find out about her calling for help. The man was plugged into all of the gossip of the base, and he was pretty sure that she was always in mortal danger.

She really didn't think the word would get back to Jack though. He was high enough in the chain of command and socially withdrawn enough that he was immune to most of the social gossip that ran around the base like wildfire.

He just stands there in the doorway of the lab as her cheeks go crimson.

"Did he hurt you?" Jack asks.

She shakes her head.

"Then he…" Jack lets the rest of the sentence hang in the air implied.

"Nothing happened. I was stupid to have freaked out like that," she says embarrassed.

"You are one of the least stupid people I know. He clearly did something that made you feel unsafe," he asks, "Should I talk to the General about getting him fired?"

"No," she says firmly. She wished she could explain it all, make him understand how much of it was her fault. Jonas didn't deserve to lose his job for what he did to her. She just didn't want him to keep being so close to her, to keep having so much power over her. She was just too ashamed of her part in it to make a clean breast of it all.

"Sam, please tell me what he did."

"It's complicated. I used to date him."

"Oh," jack says. He looks hurt. He doesn't have a right to be hurt just because he isn't the first man in her life, but she also doesn't blame him. What would happen if he found out how recently they dated? What would happen if he found out that she used to be engaged to him? "Still," Jack says.

"It's not his fault. I threatened to leave so many times. I can understand how he wouldn't believe when I really did."

"I assume you told him to back off before you screamed for help?" Jack asks. She nods, and he continues, "Well no one has a right to do anything after the no. It doesn't actually matter how many times you told him yes in the past. I don't think this is nearly as complicated as you are making it."

Those are safe words coming from a man.

"You don't deserve whatever he did to you," Jack says holding out his arms to her.

She falls into his arms sobbing.

"Oh Sammy," he whispers.

"I'm scared, Jack. I don't really deserve to be scared. I'm not all innocent. He used to hit me, but I used to hit him back. I just don't want to do it anymore. I didn't want to stay in this violent pattern forever."

"I'll take care of it," Jack says fiercely.

"No, Jack! You can't hurt him, and you can't fire him."

He pulls away just enough so she can see his face "I won't touch him."

She relaxes against his chest again.

"The kids went back to their mother's. Do you want to come over tonight?"

"Yes," she says, and he doesn't miss the relaxing of her muscles.

"You want me to stick around your lab today?"

"I'm fine Jack. I think this really was a little bit of an overreaction."

"Daniel then?" Jack suggests.

"I am seriously going to be fine."

-0-

Jonas walks around the corner and is stopped cold in his tracks by two large men forming a sort of wall across the whole hallway.

One of them is that scary alien dude and the other is the second in command of the base.

"I believe you have frightened a member of this base," the scary alien dude says in a creepily calm voice.

"Sam?" Jonas says relieved to hear the anger he feels toward her didn't' get into his voice. "I don't think you quite understand the situation. She is my gal."

Teal'c takes a step closer so Jonas's eyes almost come into contact with his shoulder. "I did not think the people on this planet could legally own to one another."

"Okay dude. What's up are you fucking her now or something?" At these words Teal'c uses an arm to fling Jonas into the wall.

"Teal'c," Jack reproaches softly.

"She never retrieved a promise from me not to bodily harm him," Teal'c responds without taking his eyes off the victim against the wall.

Holy Shit, Jonas thinks. That was the two of them showing restraint.