Title: Haunting Obsessions Author: Venom_69 Summary: And the memories
of a man are haunting her days, and the craving never fades. Disclaimer: Don't own them, never will. Promise to put
them back in the state I found them. Author's notes: This is a very odd piece of work, and as I look back on it,
I still cringe. The old `What was I thinking when I posted this!?' debate will no doubt dance around my head for a while.
:) But, I think it's a good story, and feedback is always appreciated. Dedication: As always, for LEW. Date:
11-3-2003 Copyright © to Venom, 2003
~*+*~
And the memories of a man are haunting her days And the craving
never fades.
The Corrs, Forgiven, not forgotten.
~*+*~
The fluttering under her fingertips was a welcome
one and her hand continued to absently stoke her protruding stomach. She had often wondered, if the accident hadn't
happened, if she would be in this position at all.
Not that she'd have it any other way, of course.
Circumstances
being what they were, she was a little worried about the safety of her unborn child. Her doctor had been taken by the
strangers, and although Jack had told her that he'd done a first aid course, she wasn't sure if she was completely
comfortable with the idea of her husband delivering their child into the world.
Oh, she trusted him, and his
skills, but there was something about the situation that unnerved her.
Walking along the lake, she spotted him
coming down the river in the opposite direction, completely content in his canoe. Laira was fairly certain that he'd
even named his beloved canoe `Carter,' but she wasn't going to bring it up.
After all, he had married her hadn't
he?
"Fair day." She smiled as he banked the wooden boat.
"Fair day." He returned, stepping up on the shore to
kiss her cheek and then her stomach. "Hey kid, how's it goin' in there?" He asked.
His question was met with
a kick in her stomach that he felt. Satisfied, Jack stood up, smiling. He gently took Laira's hand and they began
to walk back towards the village at a leisurely pace.
It was the same everyday. When she woke in the morning, he would
be gone, and around lunchtime he would peacefully follow the river back down to the spot where they had first kissed,
where she would be waiting.
Laira never asked where he went or what he did, she didn't see it as her place.
She was his wife, yes, but she suspected that it was more a marriage of convenience than anything else.
The elder's
council-the few that had stayed on Edorra and lived, anyway- were not happy about the fact that half of their population
was missing. They had been very adamant that it was Jack's fault that they all had to work twice as hard to compensate
for the diminished numbers.
Vote's had been taken on what to do with Jack, and he had been given little
say in the matter. The council was a collection of ten men and woman who were usually compassionate, and fair in their
rulings. In Jack's case, however, they had wanted to take the barbaric route and exile him from the village.
Laira
had known that he couldn't survive. Their decision had come at the end of autumn, and with winter so close, he wouldn't
able to gather enough supplies to survive on.
That hadn't seemed to effect the council though.
Most of the
village had agreed with them. Jack's team had taken half of their people away, why should he be treated to their hospitality?
While the council saw a man responsible for the loss of their loved ones, Laira saw the man who had risked his
own life, and his chance to return home, to save her son and his girlfriend.
But her arguments had done little
to sway them.
She'd tried everything that she'd known that would sway the council. She'd used compassion, anger,
tried to gather sympathy, but in the end nothing had worked.
So she'd told them that she and Jack had fallen
in love.
He'd done well to hide his shock, and just nodded in admission. They council had demanded to know when
they had started sharing a bed, what they planned to do with their lives. Jack had promptly informed them that he
wanted to be `bound' with the woman.
Laira knew that it was a lie. She cared for Jack, and he cared for her because
she had taken him in and shown compassion to him when everyone else was determined to make him feel unwelcome.
But
there was no love.
Well, at least, Laira didn't think that Jack felt that way for her…..her own feelings
were still in turmoil. He was sweet, kind, and attentive to her needs, but could she love a man who obviously didn't
want her for who she was? Could she love someone who merely saw her as his chance for survival?
She wasn't
sure.
"You okay?" Jack's question broke through her thoughts and she smiled up at him, her hand still resting
protectively over her abdomen.
"I am well." She smiled. "Did you enjoy the river this morning?" She asked, the
same question that she asked every morning.
"It was peaceful…..I saw Paynen this morning." Jack told her after
a brief pause.
"I hope he was not unpleasant to you."
"No, no, nothing like that. He wanted me to tell you
that Jaylan had some bigger work shirts for you to accommodate your size, all you have to do is ask."
"I
will see her tonight, at the party." Laira replied.
"Will you be out late?" He asked as they neared their home.
Laira
smiled at his words, unable to help herself. "You worry?"
"Of course."
"You need not concern yourself Jack,
for you shall be there with me." She replied, walking into the wash room before he had a chance to reply.
~*+*~
Sam
woke up reluctantly, her sleep deprived body protesting as she opened her eyes and life her head from the makeshift `pillow' that
she had been using.
"You've got numbers and letters on your cheek." Daniel informed her from his position
at the doorway.
Self-consciously rubbing her cheek, Sam felt the indents on her cheek from resting on her keyboard
all night.
Damn.
She couldn't help but grin. "What time is it?" She asked, suppressing a yawn.
"Almost
nine." He replied.
Sam's eyes widened in shock, panic clouding her eyes. "What? Nine! We have a briefing!" She
cried.
"Relax Sam, Hammond cancelled it."
"Why?"
"Tessa has to have her appendix taken out. We have a
temp General for the day so he can be with her." Daniel explained.
"Oh." Sam nodded, biting her bottom lip.
"I should get back to work."
"Sam…." Daniel paused, wondering if she would bite his head off again for
bringing this subject up again. "Don't you think that you should take a break?"
"I can't Daniel….I have
to bring him home."
"When exactly was the last time you left the base?" He asked quietly, already knowing the
answer.
"A while." She admitted reluctantly.
"Sam, you haven't left the base in six months. You've lost your
house, and all of your stuff is in storage….what does that tell you?" He asked.
Sam looked at her
friend.
Yes, her house had been sold because she wasn't paying the rent. Her stuff was in storage, but she'd
practically lived in the SGC for the past four years anyway, paying the bills seemed a little futile.
"But out
Daniel." She snapped, tired.
Daniel winced at the harsh tone and walked to the door, turning back to relay the
message that had brought him here in the first place. "Janet said to get down to the infirmary today, she wants to
see you."
Sighing at the hurt look on Daniel's face, Sam stood and arched her back, desperately trying to
work out the kinks that had accumulated there during her…..-quick look at watch-…..three hours of sleep.
She
sighed again, and headed towards the infirmary, ignoring the strange looks that she was getting from the passing airmen.
At best guess, either she finally had grown something out of her nose of she still had letters on her cheek.
"Major
Carter." Jenny, head nurse, greeted her, ushering her towards one of the gurneys at the back of the large room. "Doctor
Fraiser will be here in a moment." She smiled, bounding away from Sam before she even had the chance to utter a
sound.
Sam took the time to study her fingernails. Short, but neat and they had grease under them from her current
project. She made a mental note to do something about them when she got the Colonel home.
"Hey Sam." Janet smiled,
pulling the curtain around the bed for a little privacy.
"Janet, you wanted to see me?" Sam knew why she was
here, more than likely it was to receive the same lecture that everyone else had been giving her, but she decided
to play dumb for a bit, and-hopefully- avoid the inevitable.
"Yes. Just a check-up. Hop on the scales." She smiled cheerfully,
and Sam willingly complied.
Janet frowned at the reading. "What?"
If possible, the doctor's from deepened
significantly. "You've lost more weight."
"It's probably just a phase, I'll put it back on soon enough."
Sam defended with a shrug.
"Sam, you haven't put on weight in almost eight months. You're severely under
for your age and height, and I'm not happy. When was the last meal you had?" Janet crossed her arms across her chest, with
her best `and you had better not lie to me' look plastered on her face.
"A few days ago." Sam shrugged.
"I've been busy."
"And, when was your last period?"
"About four or five months ago, but Jolinar….."
Janet
cut her off. "Don't use Jolinar as an excuse, Sam. Before that, they were regular, weren't they?"
"Yes."
"And
now they're not."
"No, but it's probably just the chemical imbalance, you've said it yourself that my body chemistry
isn't what it should be."
"Sam, you've been getting regular hormone shots to regulate your cycle, remember?"
Sam nodded. "And now you've lost so much weight that you've started skipping periods."
"So…..?"
Janet's
frown deepened at her friend's defiant tone. "So, I have no choice but to order you off the base for the next three
days. If you come back during that time, I will have you removed from this program."
"You can't do that!'
Crossing
her arms, Janet sighed quietly. "I can Sam, but I've been hoping that you'd start getting back to normal before it
came to this. But if you don't start looking after yourself then I'll have no choice."
Sam stood and looked
down at Janet. "I will not go home and put my feet up while my friend is stuck on another planet!" She told her firmly,
marching out of the infirmary.
"At least get something to eat!" Janet called after her and Sam dismissed her
with a curt wave.
~*+*~
Jack waited until Laira came out of the wash room before demanding answers. "I can't
go to this party Laira, you're people blame me for what happened!"
"Can you control fire rain, Jack?" She asked.
His
confusion was clearly displayed on Jack's face. "No, no one can."
"Then their blame is misplaced. I would like your
company tonight, would you please accompany me?" She asked sweetly, rubbing her stomach.
Jack sighed deeply.
He'd been here almost a year and the people still blamed him for what happened, how was he supposed to start building
bridges with them and interact on a social level now?
"Fine." He agreed reluctantly.
"Good." Laira smiled.
Jack
couldn't help but feel that it was going to be a long night.
~*+*~
Sam had decided that heading to the commissary
was a good idea after all, and made her way there. The cooks were surprised to see her in there, and so was the rest
of the room who all fell silent upon her arrival.
Something inside of her just…..snapped.
"Yes, people,
I do have to eat too. For crying out loud, anyone would think that none of you had ever seen someone who was hungry!" letting
out a long breath she waited until everyone returned to their previous activities before grabbing a tray.
The
young man behind the counter watched, fascinated, as she loaded up her tray with as much as possible. Mostly packaged
foods, he noted absently. Sam looked up. "Do you have any cans of soup here?" She asked.
James nodded and
went into the kitchen before returning with ten cans, all different flavors. He lined them up on the counter. "Which
one would you like ma'am?" He asked.
"All of them." She smiled, placing the large cans onto her tray, which
was now very full. In the end, Sam had to put food in her fatigue pockets.
Once she was sure that she had enough
food to last at least three weeks, more if she rationed it better, Sam left the room and headed back to her lab.
The
particle beam generator 2 and it predecessor, the original generator, were both waiting, untouched, for her where she
had left them. Opening one of the cupboards, Sam moved some of her tools to a lower shelf and stocked it up with the
food that she had gathered. There was a sink in her lab for emergency's, a small cot in the storage room, a bar fridge
in the storage room, and she'd even managed to get a toilet installed.
Essentially, she could live out of here
for a while if she had to.
~*+*~
Jack sat towards the back of the room, staying out of people's way. He'd
already gotten a rather unpleasant lecture from a drunken villager upon his arrival, and he was in no hurry to repeat
the experience.
Laira was at the other end of the room, enjoying the party, no doubt.
He sighed.
He
would happily give his left leg to be back on Earth with a cold beer, a hockey game, and his friends for the night.
The
Edorrans were being anything and everything but welcoming. He understood their need to blame someone for what had happened,
but surely he wasn't the only target available?
What about all the idiots that had chosen to stay and either be
killed or injured? Everyone seemed to have forgotten about that, because they were native and he was just an alien
to them.
At that moment he understood how Teal'c felt.
Garran sat down next to Jack and paused before speaking.
"They don't all blame you."
"Then those select few have a very funny way of showing it." Jack replied
bitterly.
Yes, he was bitter, and he had a right to be.
He had helped these people rebuild their lives. He
tended to the herds of cattle-that's what he'd chosen to call them anyway-he'd helped them plant and harvest their
crops and worked doubly hard when winter had approached to ensure that they all survived the cold. He'd made nails
and hammers for crying out loud!
Surely that deserved some recognition?
Apparently not.
He was trying
his best to fit in here. He had his `alone' time with the canoe every morning, but then he would work in the fields,
or wherever he thought he was needed most, for the rest of the afternoon. He didn't say much to the people, and he
didn't regale them with stories of Earth and his life.
"They are just afraid of going against the council's findings."
Garran told him, his voice low.
"People have a right to say what they think." Jack insisted.
"You don't."
Garran pointed out.
Jack smirked a little. "Yeah, well that's because at the moment most of my thoughts involve
four letter words."
Garran missed the meaning.
"Do you miss Earth?" He asked.
"Earth is my home, of course
I miss it."
"Edorra is your home at the moment."
"That won't last forever." He certainly hoped not. "Carter
will figure something out. She always does."
"Major Carter is very smart, but you've been digging the whole
time you've been here, and you still have yet to find the Stargate."
Jack blew out a long breath, knowing the
kid had a point. Not that he was going to admit that. "Then I guess I'll just have to rely on Carter."
~*+*~
He was relying on her, she told herself.
Time and time again, that though alone had gotten her through the
tiredness, the hunger, and the exhaustion. And it was probably the only thing that had stopped her from shooting anyone
who interrupted her work.
Which was why she had ended up like she was at the moment.
The Asguard, Tollan
and Tok'ra had all been contacted when the Eddoran Stargate had first been cut off. The quickest ship that any of
their allies had would take at least two years to reach Eddora.
Sam wouldn't let him wait that long.
Her lab
was fairly secluded from the rest of the base, and most of this level was deserted. Hammond had decided that it was probably
safer after she and Merran had tested the Naqudah reactor. But, the seclusion meant that no one had tried to get in
as yet.
Even if they did, the swipe on machine that opened her lab door had been involved in a very unfortunate
accident. Now, it only responded to one card, hers. And, because there were copies available from the Pentagon, she
had made herself a new one.
The food that she had taken from the commissary had been rationed out, and she worked
out that she could survive on her supplies for two months if her eating habit's followed the same pattern that they
had for the past five months. Besides, she also had an emergency stock of chocolate in the fridge that would make
the food supply stretch for over three months.
Sam had emptied out her locker before she locked herself in her
lab.
She had a toothbrush, the pajamas that the Colonel had brought for her-space patterns, with little Roswell
aliens on them- and some civvies that she'd always kept on base in case of emergencies. She had three tubes of
toothpaste that she'd stolen from Janet's locker, as well as her own.
She had all of the personal items that
mattered to her-a picture of her mother, and her family all together, a picture of SG-1 and another which included
Hammond, Janet and Cassie and a picture of Jack. And she'd brought blankets from her quarters and made up the cot
in her storage room.
The photograph of Jack had been scanned, and several copies had been made, printed and hung
around her lab. Whenever she looked up, she'd see a picture of him and that would drive her to work harder at getting
the second generator to work.
He should have been home by now.
And he would have, if the first generator hadn't
malfunctioned at the last second and blown up, nearly incinerating the Stargate. Three airmen had died in the explosion,
three more had been hurt. Because of the accident, Sam had to start again on the plans to get him home and modify
the second generator so that it wouldn't suffer the same fate.
She would have had the project finished months
ago, but everyone kept insisting that she take a break. The constant interruption had all become too much.
So,
she'd quietly set up her storeroom with everything she'd need.
Even managed installed a small fridge for drinks
and the sandwiches, which had been put in several months before Jack had been stranded. He'd brought it for her as
a Christmas present. Something along the lines of 'you there that often anyway, you might as well have access to
some Bud for when I visit.' He'd joked.
She'd gone up to the top level of the base, signed out, and then maneuvered
her way back in and locked herself in the lab. The security camera had been damaged from an explosion-very minor at that- a
few months back. She'd insisted that they wait until she had finished with the PBG before they fixed it, in case the generator
blew up again and ruined their efforts.
The idiotic technician that she'd feed that line to had believed her.
Looking
at his picture again, Sam returned to work…..she *would* get him home.
Back to her.
~*+*~
Jack
contemplated his conversation with Garran for a while before he attempted to make contact with Laira. She was engrossed
in a debate with several other pregnant women about the winter crops when he'd found her, so he'd quietly slipped
out of the house and into the cool night. He could tell that winter was approaching, even without seeing the Eddorans
mad rush to gather supplies, he could feel it.
Someone else was out here he realised, hearing the sobs of a woman from
the distance. Following the sound, he found Paynen's wife sobbing into her hands with her back resting against a large
boulder.
"Jaylan?" He asked quietly, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. She looked up and Jack could see
her tear streaked face in the bright moonlight. "Mind if I sit down?" He asked.
Jaylan didn't trust her voice to
work so she merely nodded and he slid down onto the boulder next to her, mirroring her position. "I did not think
that anyone had noticed my leaving." She admitted.
"I heard you crying and came to see what was going on." He replied.
"Wanna talk about it?"
"My husband loves another." She told him quietly.
Jack hadn't had any experience with
infidelity in his life, and really had no idea what to say. "I'm sorry." It wasn't the most profound or comforting
thing he could have though of, but it would have to do.
"As was I." She smiled grimly. "He will not leave me for her.
There are many things that would happen if he were to do that and we have a fragile harmony among our people since
the accident that sent the others away. He will not jeopardize that for his own happiness."
"I know this will sound
horrible, but if he wont leave you, then why are you so upset?"
"Because she carries his child within her."
~*+*~
Sam
looked at her watch, just after four in the morning. The time was perfect. She picked up her cell phone and dialed the
base switchboard.
"This is Major Samantha Carter, password Chocolate Brown eyes. I'd like to speak to Doctor
Fraiser please." She told the operator. She was put on hold while he checked the file's to see if her password was
correct, and then came back.
"I'll put you through ma'am."
The phone rang several times before her friend answered. "Fraiser."
"Hey
Janet."
"Sam." She could hear the weariness in her voice. "Where are you? We haven't heard from you in a few
days."
"You told me to leave." Sam pointed out.
"Yes, but I thought that you'd try to get back in at least once.
Are you at a motel?" So, Janet had heard about her house then. Daniel was probably relaying information at every
possible opportunity.
"No, I'm in San-Diego. I decided to ask for a month's leave and come visit my brother."
She lied.
"What about getting the Colonel home? The particle beam generator?"
"I left instructions with my
lab assistant, he knows how to reach me if things go wrong. And anyway, I'm uploading a de-bugging program into
the system and it's going to take a while. No point in hanging around if I have nothing to do, is there?"
"Fair
enough."
"So…..yeah, I just wanted to let you know where I was. If you need me, then you can always call.
Oh, I have to go, Abby wants ice cream. Bye Janet!" She hung up and then called the switch back.
"This is Major
Samantha Carter, password Chocolate Brown eyes. I'd like to speak to General Hammond please."
~*+*~
Jaylan
had calmed down significantly, and was heading back to join the others. If she was gone too long, someone would notice.
Then they would immediately notice Jack's absence from the party and jump to conclusions. She didn't want his reputation
among her people tarnished any more than it already had been.
Despite what the rest of the village thought, he
was a good man, and she could see that by simply remembering the comforting arm he had placed around her shoulder
and the way that he had remained non- judgmental as she cried into his shirt.
Why everyone else hated him, she
would never understand.
Opening the door to her home, she saw that no one had notice she was gone. They were all
concentrating on Laira, who was lying on the floor biting her bottom lip in pain. "What's going on?" She asked the
nearest person.
"She is bringing her child into the world." He replied.
Paynen held her hand as she grimaced
in pain while he Saylien wiped her brow with a damp cloth. "I'll get Jack." She muttered, running out of the house
in search of the man.
He was exactly where she had left him, resting against the boulder. "Laira is giving birth."
She told him, breathless from the run.
Jack shot up and ran back to the house, ready to deliver his child.
~*+*~
Sam
hadn't slept in three days. She knew, from experience, that her body could continue to function for five days before
the need for sleep overwhelmed her and she was forced to take a break. At the moment, however, her brain was filled
with equations, mechanics, wormhole theories and numbers, and she was concerned that any for of distraction, sleep
included, would force her thoughts away.
She couldn't allow that.
She had a man to rescue.
Occasionally,
she would let her thoughts stray to him. She wondered what he was doing with himself of Edorra. Of course, he could have
been killed when the meteor struck the Stargate. If he had been within three miles of it when it was hit…..
No, she told herself firmly, he had to be alive.
She'd been working on this project for over a year now, there
was no way that all of that time had been wasted.
So, she let herself imagine that he was alive and well. No
doubt he would have found something to do, Jack was one of those men that always had to keep their hands busy…..which
brought her thoughts around to Laira.
The native woman had all but peed on Jack in an effort to mark her territory.
Sam knew that she was a good woman, and a loving mother, and she had sat down with Laira on several occasions
throughout their first visit. She explained the situation with the meteor to her, and she'd shown her some of the
basic workings of their equipment. Laira had seemed most interested in their radios, and seemed to Sam to be a naturally
inquisitive woman.
But there was something about her. She had seemed far to willing to seduce Jack for Sam's liking.
But it had been a subtle seduction. Laira was intelligent in that area, she didn't just throw herself at him. It
was genuinely bright smiles, and the occasional touch that would win him over, the native woman had worked that much out
in three days.
It had taken Sam three years to come to the same conclusion.
~*+*~
Jack smiled at
his sleeping daughter, rocking her gently.
Everyone had instantly fell in love with Beth, and Jack was no exception.
She had brown eyes and blonde hair, and she looked more like Laira than him, but that didn't matter.
The Eddorans
had warmed up to him in leaps and bounds since she was born, nearly three months earlier. It had seemed odd at first,
but Jack decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth.
If they were going to welcome him a little better, then
who was he to complain?
Sometimes he though about Earth. He knew that Carter would be working to try and figure
out a way to get him home, but as he looked at his beautiful daughter, Jack had to wonder if her really wanted to go back.
Okay,
so even if the villagers were being a little nicer, they still resented him, and he was married to a woman that loved
him, even if the sentiment wasn't returned. But on the positive, he had a beautiful daughter, peaceful surroundings,
his canoe, and a placid lake…..one that actually had fish in it!
What more could a guy ask for, really?
~*+*~
Hammond
had received a call from Major Carter, about a month and a half ago, requesting two more months leave to stay with her
brother. He'd found it a little odd that she'd want to take so much time off while her commanding officer and friend
was stranded on a planet thousands of light years from home, but it was the first vacation she had asked for, and
she was certainly entitled to it.
With Doctor Fraiser's recommendations, he'd agreed.
Her lab had been left
untouched, and the door was locked. Since an accident had occurred in there, involving lots of fragile technology, while
she had been off-world, Carter had requested permission to keep it locked when she wasn't there.
Hammond could
see the logic.
But something wasn't sitting right with him. He couldn't put his finger on it at the moment,
but he'd figure it out.
~*+*~
The dormant Stargate spun to life and Sam looked up from her work, hearing
the klaxons blaring. She was tempted to leave the sanctuary of her lab to see if it was him, but she knew that if they
discovered her deception then she'd be taken to the loony bin…..or worse, Mackenzie.
George waited,
anxious, to see if an IDC was received. He had three teams currently off world and none of them were due back.
Early
arrivals usually meant trouble.
Janet seemed to come to the same conclusion as she ran up to the control room,
waiting to receive any injured.
"Receiving the Tok'ra IDC sir, shall I open the iris?" Walter asked, looking
up at Hammond.
The General nodded. "Defence teams stand ready, we don't know if it's really the Tok'ra or not!"
He called through the microphone.
Jacob Carter stepped out of the event horizon and the airmen inside of the `Gate
room visibly relaxed. "Hey George!" He waved, and looked around, a frown forming on his face. "Where's my daughter?"
~*+*~
Jack
was going crazy.
There was no other way to describe it.
While, at first, he had been happy that the Eddorans
were warming up to them, he didn't realise that he would soon become their center of entertainment. All they ever
wanted to hear about was Earth.
And, while he had faith in Carter's ability to get him home, he was trying
to accept the fact that he might never return. When people started asking him to tell them more, it made that harder and
harder to do.
It was at these times that he realised how much he really did miss home. Hell, even Daniel knew
when to shut up and give him some peace and quiet. These people didn't have the same trait, obviously.
Sure, having
Beth was wonderful, and she was a good kid and didn't cry unless something was wrong, but she slept most of the day-as
baby's do- and rarely needed his attention. When she was awake, it was usually because she needed to be fed-something
that he couldn't do- or changed.
Laira seemed hell bent on developing some kind of sex life between them,
and that was just plain weird. Sure, she was attractive, and a wonderful mother, but that didn't mean that he wanted to
sleep with her.
How was he supposed to tell her that without hurting her feelings?
Yep, he was definitely
going crazy.
~*+*~
Hammond had told Jacob everything that he knew about the situation. From Jack's current
predicament, to his ominous feeling about Sam's sudden request for time off.
The two General's sat in silence
for a long moment, while Jacob absorbed what he had been told. "Can I borrow the phone?" He asked.
"You know
where it is."
Jacob smiled and picked up the phone on Hammond's desk. He dialed his son's number and waited
for someone to answer.
"Hello?"
"Abigail? What are you doing answering the phone?"
"Grandpa!" The little
girl squealed down the phone.
Jacob couldn't hold back a smile at her enthusiasm. "Is your Dad home, sweetie?"
"Hang
on, I'll get him." Jacob heard the phone being dropped and the little girl running to get her father. "Daddy! Grandpa's
on the phone!"
"Dad?"
"Hi Mark."
"How are you?"
Small talk, Jacob almost sighed. "Fine.
Can I speak to Sam?"
"Sam? She isn't here."
"Did she go out or something?"
"Dad, what are you talking
about?"
"Sam requested three months leave to come and stay with you…..she's not there?"
"Dad, I
haven't seen Sam since you came down here with her. I spoke to her about four months ago, but that was the last time.
Is everything okay?"
His voice was worried, Jacob couldn't blame him. "Yes, I must have got my wires mixed
up. Do you have her cell number, I'll try her on that?"
Hammond wordlessly handed his friend a pen and paper
and her scribbled down the number. "Thanks, you take care Mark, say hello to Jake and Susan for me."
"Will
do. When you get hold of Sam, tell her to call me will you?"
"Sure. Bye."
"Bye."
Jacob hung up the
phone and blew out a long breath. "She isn't there."
"I gathered. Try her cell. Maybe she changed her plans."
Picking
up the phone again, Jacob looked at his friend. "I hope so George, I really do."
~*+*~
Sam was almost
there.
She could feel it. Maybe another two hour's work and the generator would be finished. Just how she was
going to explain that she came back from her `vacation' with a particle beam accelerator, was another problem altogether.
Thus
far, the plan was to finish the project, get some much needed sleep, and then work on a way to convince the General to
use the generator *and* let her go through the Stargate before her Court Martial.
She was almost……her
cell phone?
Okay, there were three possibilities. The first being, that Jack was back and they were ringing to
tell her the good news. The second, there had been an accident on base and they needed her help urgently, or she had
been discovered and they were calling to tell her to open her lab door before they had to break it down.
Sam crossed
her fingers and hoped for the first scenario while she answered her phone.
"Carter."
"Sammy."
Sam
almost dropped the phone at the sound of his voice on the other end. What the hell was her father doing here? "Dad."
"How
are you?"
Small talk, Sam almost sighed. "Good. You?"
"Not bad. Just though I'd drop by Earth and see how my
little girl was doing, but George tells me that you're off visiting Mark."
She hated lying to her father. She
couldn't do it when she was a teenager, and she wasn't much better at it now. "Yeah, figured it was about time
I took a vacation."
"Fair enough. How are they?"
"Good. You wouldn't believe how tall Abby is now! She's shot
up like you wouldn't believe! And Jake is running around at a hundred miles an hour, I've never been so glad for
basic training in my life!"
Jacob laughed. "Yeah well, kids will be kids."
"I guess. How long are you in
town for?"
"Not long. I had some info for George and I was going to come by and see you, but I don't have time."
Sam
felt herself relax a little at his words. "Maybe next time."
"Maybe. I have to go, this is going to cost the SGC
a fortune."
"Okay. Give my best to Selmak."
"She says hi. Love you sweetheart."
"Love you too dad,
bye."
Sam hung up the phone and turned it off. She was close, she just knew it.
~*+*~
"Why does this
sport, `hockey' hold your interest so much Jack?"
He had the urge to scream. Jamey was the third person to ask
him that question in an hour. He never should have mentioned his love of the sport at all. "Just does." He shrugged.
Jamey
seemed to get the hint, and moved on to another group of people.
For a quite village, the Eddoran's could sure
throw one hell of a party. There were usually no specific reasons for the gatherings, just spur of the moment things.
This one was no exception, but Jack didn't feel much like partying.
"You look sad." Laira commented, sitting down
next to him.
"I'm okay." He lied.
"You miss your world."
"Always."
"You said that you may never
be able to return, and yet you still wish for it."
"Carter's smart, she'll work it out eventually."
"It
may be many moon's before that happens."
Thanks Laira. "I know."
"Will you ever learn to accept that your place
is here?"
"You must know by now, that a very big part of me will never be able to fully accept this. A big part
of me will never leave the life I had behind."
"That is not the part I want."
Jack recognized her words.
She had said them to him before the conception of their daughter had taken place. Speaking of…..
"Where's
Beth?"
"Jaylan was not in the mood to attend tonight. She offered to watch Beth."
Jack nodded, he liked
Jaylan. And he felt sorry for the woman after what she'd told him on the night of Beth's birth.
An uncomfortable
silence descended upon them, and Jack felt obligated to say something, anything, to put them both at ease. As long as
they were talking, they could continue the pretense of being happy. The council was watching them, Jack could feel
it.
"Are you having a good time?"
"I am." She smiled. "Although I suspect that you are not."
Jack
shrugged. "I just don't feel like partying."
Laira smiled gently. "Why don't you go and check on Beth." She suggested,
and he was grateful for the opportunity to leave.
"I will. See you at home." He kissed her on the cheek and left
Paynen's hut and headed back to his own.
~*+*~
"She lied."
"You know that for a fact?"
"She
was telling me how grown up Abby is and how Jake's running around like nothing else."
"She lied."
Jacob
couldn't understand it. Where would Sam be and why would she feel the need to lie about it? Unless…..
"Does
she have anyone in her life at the moment?"
"Everyone in the SGC is in her life Jacob."
"No, I don't mean like
that, I mean *someone* specific."
"You don't know?"
So he wasn't up to date on his daughter's love life? He wasn't
even on the planet most of the time.
Literally.
"No."
Hammond made a face that Jacob tried not to
interpret. "I don't think so." He replied slowly, unaware of what Sam had told her father about the situation
she had with her CO.
"She hasn't said anything?"
"You think that everyone at the SGC comes to me when the start dating
someone new? I'm their commanding officer, I stay out of their love lives."
"Good point. I would too."
"Although
Doctor Jackson and Doctor Fraiser are dating, I believe."
Jacob smiled. "How do you know that?"
George shrugged
slightly. "Grapevine."
"Well, do you think that Doctor Fraiser might have any idea about my daughter's love
life?"
Hammond shrugged. "It's worth a shot."
He picked up the phone and dialed the infirmary, asking for Doctor
Fraiser to be sent up immediately.
~*+*~
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