AN: This is dark and violent. Not at all like my usual work.

She had a lot to do packing up her house. She couldn't believe that she was married, to Jack, no less. He was her soul mate. It had taken them years to get together and now, well they'd been married for two glorious weeks and yesterday she'd found out she was pregnant. She hadn't even told him yet. He's been off world for the last three days. She'd wanted to go with the team, but they'd all insisted she take the time to pack up her house. It was a routine mission that required Jack, otherwise he wouldn't be there either. But those Asgards loved him and often wouldn't speak with anyone else.

She frowned when she heard the knock at the door. "Who could that be at this time of day?" she thought absently and she opened the door. Seeing Jonas there completely stunned her. She hadn't seen him in over ten years. She'd practically forgotten about their three short dates and his subsequent incarceration. But before she could even say Hello, Jonas looked at her with a sinister grin on his face. "Hello, Samantha," he said as she saw the flash of red and felt the iron frying pan connect with her skull. After that it was just black.

Jack had woken up with a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. It was day three of a very routine mission. He, Daniel Jackson, and Teal'c were on a typical planet with trees and flowers and looking very much like the west coast of British Colombia. The Asgard had finished their meeting the night before, but in typical Asgard fashion, they had other important business to attend to and dropped them at the nearest planet with a stargate. They made camp for the night and were on there way to the gate for the trip home. Unfortunately, Loki had decided to drop them a good six hour hike from the stargate.

Sam awoke to Jonas on top of her. She was tied, face down to her bed. She felt the cold tip of the knife to her throat and felt him pounding into her unwilling body. She couldn't move and could barely think. Jonas was rambling on and on. "Your mine, Samantha. You've always been mine. You'll always be mine. What made you think you could ever have another man's baby."

She looked to the clock on the bedside table. It was 0930. All she could think was that Jack wouldn't be back until 1600. She had to hold on. And then, she blacked out again.

Jack pulled up outside Sam's house around 1430. The briefing had been mercifully short and he headed straight here. She hadn't answered her phone when he'd called and he still carried that uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach. As he approached her front door, that uneasiness increased. He looked around and didn't see anything noticeably out of place. But he slowed and advanced with caution. He'd learned to trust his gut. When he reached the front door, he pulled out his key. He knew Sam always locked her door. The door was unlocked. That in itself added to his alertness. He quietly opened the door and saw the mess in the foyer. There was a red coated iron skillet on the floor and a table was knocked over.

He pulled his service weapon, released the safety, and quietly advanced into his wife's house. The struggle had obviously been short. The rest of the house seemed in place, but he knew something wasn't right. He made his way down the hall to the master bedroom. The door was ajar and he could hear whimpers and grunts. What he saw when he pressed the door further open would stay with him the rest of his life. His wife was tied with her back to the headboard of the bed. Her face was black and blue. Her left eye was swollen shut. Her clothes were ripped to shreds and a man he had never seen before was on top of her grunting and thrusting and rambling "Your mine. No one else's. Always mine."

Before Jack could completely process everything he was seeing, he fired a single shot to the man's head. He saw him slump and pushed him off of Sam. The man rolled to his back on the floor and Jack proceeded to empty his clip in the already dead body. Once empty, he gathered Sam into his arms, cut the ropes, and pulled his cell phone out and dialed 911. When the operator answered the phone, he gave a perfunctory account of the seen, "My wife's been attacked. The intruder is dead. Send an ambulance." He quickly hung up the phone and whispered soothing comments to his barely conscious wife. "I'm here Sam. It's going to be okay. I've got you now." After a moment of his soft mantra, he heard a barely audible reply, "Jack..., thank god," and she gave a soft sob. It was the only sound she made. He just sat and rocked her and waited for the first responders to arrive.