"Well, you are officially on medical leave for six weeks and you are spending it at my place," he said, using his commanding officer voice.

She looked surprised and started to shake her head, "No. You don't have to... I mean I will be--"

But he stopped her before she could complete her sentence. "So help me Carter if you say the word fine. I'm gonna lose it. Just... Just pack your things."

Then he added more softly, "Please Sam."

The 'please' undid her. He sounded so exhausted that she just turned on her heels and slowly went to her bedroom.

On her way, she heard him yell, "Pack your things but don't lift the bag!"

He heard her mumbling and finally let out a sigh. It had only been two days since she called him in the middle of the night breathing four panicked words into the phone, "Jack, I.. Please come."

His whole world stopped since and is only now starting to roll again. Bringing her to his house was not a great idea but he needed her close, needed her near, needed her before his own eyes. To hell with the consequences, be it with the cop or the military, he would deal with them later. For the moment, his priority was her. What they just went through was traumatic. More than any previous experience at SGC.