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A/N: Well, here we are, a year after I started this and I finally got around to writing a little epilogue. It sucks, I know, but it's all I have. Enjoy.

The commissary was empty and cold as Sam ate her Jello. The blue dessert wobbled around on the spoon and eventually fell off. She sighed, and lowered the spoon back into the bowl, and scooped the Jello up again, desperately trying to stop her hands from shaking. When it once again slipped away, she dropped the spoon into her bowl and lowered her head into her hands, biting her lip in frustration.

She'd been back on Earth for just over 48 hours. She'd spent the first day and a half in the infirmary, after she'd been declared dehydrated, anaemic and suffering from two bruised ribs, and the after affects of a mild concussion. She'd slept for most of that period, allowing the IV to deliver vital nutrients to her system, and her ribs had been braced. Yet despite being released from the infirmary,, and more rested than she had been in a week, Sam felt drained.

She heard familiar footsteps, and looked up. She smiled grimly at Daniel as he sat down at the table across from her, and placed a fresh cup of coffee in front of her. She looked at it puzzled, then gently touched the side of the mug already sitting there. It was cold.

"How long have I been sitting here?" Sam asked, switching the cups. Daniel shrugged.

"I have absolutely no idea, but last time I saw you was five hours ago when you left the infirmary. Judging by the coffee and untouched Jello, I'd say you've been here for at least four of those hours." He said.

"Oh." Sam said tiredly. "I suppose I'd better get going then. I've got some things to tie up in my lab, and then I'll be going home. I'm sure the place is an absolute mess, seeing as I haven't been back there since before we went to Antarctica."

She stood, picked up her still full Jello bowl and both cups of coffee and dumped the contents in the trash, then dropped the plates in the sink. She almost made it to the door before Daniel spoke.

"You can't keep running, Sam. You have to face it soon enough."

"No, Daniel, I don't," She said, whirling around to face him. "If I keep running, maybe I can run fast enough, and reach a place where I can pretend none of this has happened. Maybe I can put it all behind me and get on with my life, instead of trying to change something that cannot be changed. Maybe I can... do something,"

"You need to, Sam. Trust me on that." Daniel sipped his coffee, indicating the end of the conversation. Sam stood staring for a moment, before steeling her jaw and leaving the room.

The infirmary's isolation room was dim, and cast in a weird glow from the heart rate monitor. The single body on the bed was still, watched over by a large form on the chair beside the bed.

"Hey Teal'c," Sam whispered, resting her hand on the Jaffa's shoulder. He looked at her, and nodded, standing so she could sit. "Oh, no, Teal'c, you don't have to leave, I was just stopping in."

"Major Carter, I am leaving. Please, stay and talk to O'Neill." He said in his deep voice. Sam gave up trying to protest and slumped into the seat, watching Teal'c's shadow as he left the room.

She sat in silence for a few minutes after her left, before finally looking at the comatose Colonel O'Neill. His face was calm, almost peaceful in his sleep. She ran her hand gently across his arms and chest, feeling the bumps of the gauze that covered his still healing cuts, still scabbing over after the last encounter with Ba'al. She couldn't see or feel it, but she knew there was a slight bruise forming at the base of his chest where she had desperately compressed his chest, trying to bring life into his body.

A single tear fell down her cheek, as she reached up and stroked Jack's cheek. He was warm, uncomfortably so. Sam bent down, laying her head on his chest, listening to his heart beat. Its steady rhythm soothed her, its gentle pounding reaching into her tired body and putting into back to normal.

"I should have come to see you earlier. I feel so much better now, now that I faced this." She whispered into his chest. "I guess Daniel was right... Don't tell him, He'll get all big headed." She smiled.

"Come back, please." More tears slipped down her cheeks. "You're not going to leave me like this, not after everything you said in that cell. Not when I haven't told you how I feel." Sam moved so that her head was next to Jack's, her lips just below his ear.

"I love you Jack," She murmured, letting her lips brush gently on his cheek, before pressing them harder onto the soft skin. "I love you, and you aren't going to just die on me, okay?"

"'Kay," Jack mumbled sleepily, causing Sam to jump to her feet. She bent over the bed, staring Jack in the eyes as they blinked sleepily. One hand jumped to her mouth when he smiled up at her, but she couldn't stifle the smile that broke through.

Careful of his injuries, she climbed onto the bed and wrapped her arms around his neck and chest, pressing her face into his shoulder. Jack sluggishly moved his arms to hold onto her, gently pulling her closer to him.

Yep, there you go. Review and what not.