A/N: Trigger warning for nightmare/flashback.

Sam woke up wrapped in warmth. Each morning for the last two months she had awoken that same way, but this morning, it was different. They were different.

After making her feel so incredibly safe, Jack had practically worshiped her. He'd found a way to pleasure her that allowed her to find release without being triggered by painful memories. He'd been perfect.

His light snore caught her attention as she shifted in his arms. He'd been so wonderful. She wanted nothing more than to return the favor. With that intent in mind, she placed her hand on his chest. Biting her lip she wondered what he'd say if she woke him up with her mouth. She blushed at the very idea, not quite brave enough to be so forward. Yet.

Instead, she trailed her fingertips downward along his stomach.

He woke up strapped to a metal table. His mind was fuzzy, his mouth dry. They'd drugged him. It was the only explanation. Correction. They'd drugged them.

"Sam," he croaked, his vocal cords not cooperating. She was unconscious on the table next to him and dressed in a hospital-like gown he knew she'd never wear willingly. He tried to reach her, but blackness pulled him under.

Sam screamed and fought like hell as they approached him. He didn't understand what they were about to do. But she did. She had realized what was going to happen, but it was too late.

Hands assaulted him, grabbing him and yanking. Hard. He cursed, ordered them to stop. A vacuum-like tube enveloped him. He couldn't stop it. Couldn't resist.

"No!" Jack shouted, waking up in a panic. The images of what had happened to him at the hands of the Kisqua searing his brain. Pressing the back of his hands against his eyes, he tried to will the images away. But they wouldn't go. The memory of Sam screaming for him made him shudder. He'd been powerless to stop them. He was still powerless to stop them.

"Jack?" Sam was kneeling next to him, concern etched on her face.

"Give me a minute," he let out a harsh breath.

"I'm sorry," she said in confusion. "I didn't mean to do anything to upset you. I thought you'd enjoy—" Jack's eyes shot to hers as what she'd done became apparent. "I thought wrong."

"It's just—" he shook his head, still trying to clear the images from his mind.

"I understand," she said softly. "I should have realized. They hurt you, too."

"It's not that," he denied it automatically. Something like this wasn't talked about in the military. It wasn't voiced, especially by men.

"It's not?" Sam looked even more confused.

"No, I just—didn't expect—that," he blurted out then shifted away from Sam uncomfortably.

"Oh," Sam said too softly, her face crumbling as a false realization dawned. She'd misread him last night. Had made assumptions that what they shared had meant a great deal more than it did. "Um," she stammered as she scrambled to get off the bed, "I thought—last night—never mind."

"Sam, wait," Jack called, realizing she'd jumped to the wrong conclusion.

"It's okay," she rushed to pull on her discarded pants and top. "I swear, you don't owe me anything," she said, refusing to look at him as she stumbled toward the door.

"Dammit, Sam—" Jack tried to get out of bed, but the covers tangled around his legs. He called to her again but was met with silence as she closed the door behind her.

He was an ass. A full blown, here's your card, you deserve what you get jackass. Scratch that. Jackass was too good for him. He was scum. A lower life form. Yes, Jack thought, that described him perfectly.

What kind of man says no to the beautiful, perfect woman carrying his child? An idiot. That's who.

He'd hurt her, that much was clear. Sam had opened up, taken a leap of faith and he hadn't been there to catch her.

Pulling on his clothes, he went outside after her. Luckily, there wasn't much ground to cover. He knew she could evade him and make it that much harder to find her. Hell, she'd evaded a super soldier all by herself; she had the abilities, he'd taught them to her. But he was really hoping she wouldn't make it that hard on him. He needed to find her and fast before it was too late to undo what he'd done.

Sam walked quickly down the path that took her away from their hut. Dammit, she cursed inwardly, why would Jack lie to her? Why?

There was only one possible reason she could fathom and that was because he didn't trust her to protect him. Like she'd trusted him.

The tears came next, stinging her eyes as they fell. It was obvious to her that he was hurting. She recognized the crazed look of someone coming out of a nightmare. Did he think she wouldn't understand?

No, she shook her head. They'd been through enough together; had helped each other through other traumas. Therefore, the only reason she could come up with was the original one. He didn't trust her the way she trusted him. Didn't love her the way she loved him.

"Sam!" Jack's voice carried on the wind from behind her.

She didn't want to face him. Not yet. Not when her emotions were so raw. She'd swore to never ask him for more, and she wouldn't. But she needed some space. Damn this time dilation field!

Taking a sharp left turn she stepped into the woods that marked the perimeter of their bubble. She was so focused on where the field ended, not wanting to risk affecting it, that she didn't see the snarl of roots until it was too late. With a grunt, she pitched forward. Pain sliced into her head as her temple connected with a stump, causing her world to go black.