Title: Sam's return

Author: roque872002

Email: see profile

Website: need help with that.

Rating: T – for safety.

Category: Hurt/Comfort. Not sure what else.

Pairing: none just yet, but hopefully turn into SJ much later in the story.

Season: any – as long as Jack is still a Colonel and Janet and Jacob are still alive.

Spoilers: none that I can think of just now.

Summary: This story has been re-written. Sam returns to the SGC for the first time with a secret.

Disclaimer: I own nothing – apart from Jake.

Author's notes: I originally wrote this years and years ago. But it desperately needed to be re-done as it was – back then – crap. Personally I think this version is much better, and much more believable. I hope you all enjoy this story and continue to stay with me as I update. So far I have about 25 pages written and typed up on word. I was waiting until I had more done, but since this part has been beta'd, I thought I would share it with you all. A huge thank you to my beta for reading over this and the advice she gave.

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Sam walked from one end of the room to the other, grabbing everything she needed as she went. After making sure she had absolutely everything in her bag she crouched down in front of her nearly three year old son. He looked so much like his father, even at his young age. They were so similar, same unruly hair, mischievous eyes and cheeky smile, but Sam wouldn't have him any other way.

"You be good for Diane, okay? Mummy will see you for dinner."

"Yes mummy, love you," he threw himself into his mother's arms and held on tightly.

"I love you too baby," she replied as her arms snaked round her son's small frame. After a few moments she drew back and gave him a quick kiss before standing up.

Thanking Diane once again she waved goodbye to them both. Getting into her car she tried to compose herself. Today was a big day. Today was the day she was going back to the SGC for the first time in nearly four years. Putting the car into gear she drove off down the street and towards the mountain.

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Half an hour later, Sam found herself sitting in General Hammond's office. Looking around the small room she noticed that nothing had changed. Except her circumstances. The last time she had been in that room she had had to explain her reasons for wanting to leave the Air Force and the mountain. It wasn't an easy thing to do, to tell the General that she was pregnant, especially considering who the father was.

The father of her unborn child, at the time, wasn't exactly in the best of moods and had told her that if she was to bother him again he would have her brought up on charges.

She knew subconsciously that he probably didn't mean it, and after calming down properly, he would be back to his normal playful childish self. She knew it was wrong to just up and leave, but back then, she didn't care. He had hurt her too much. Much more than he could ever know.

Hearing the door of the office open, she looked up to see General Hammond walk into his room. Sam stood up at his arrival. They looked at each other for a few moments before embracing in a friendly hug.

"It's so good to see you again Sam. How's the little one?" Hammond asked after pulling away from the hug and gesturing to her to take her seat once again.

"It's good to see you again too Sir. Oh he's fine, gets more and more like his dad every day. Which is scary considering they've never met. Is he still here?" she asked nervously.

"Yes he is, but I wouldn't expect a warm welcome if I were you. He didn't take too well to the fact you left without saying goodbye."

"Yeah I thought as much. But he didn't really make it all that easy. He threatened me with charges, and of course, my raging hormones didn't help any either. I was just hoping to talk to him and explain things, but I know that won't be easy."

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Jack walked up the metal staircase leading from the control room to the briefing room. He had every intention of walking into the General's office with no warning but stopped halfway across the room. There, sat in the General's office, was the one blonde haired woman he thought he'd never see again. Sam.

Deciding to wait instead of barging in, Jack sat down in one of the chairs surrounding the table. He looked at his hands in his lap and sighed. She was back. How the hell was he going to deal with all this?

They hadn't exactly parted on the best circumstances. Hell, the last thing he had said to her before she left was "leave me the hell alone or I'll have you brought up on charges." Not goodbye, or keep in touch or take care of yourself, but leave me the hell alone. Nice one.

He hadn't meant what he said. So why had he said it?

He was in no mood for anyone back then. It had been one hell of a mission, for all of them. A simple recon mission with SG-3 and 5 had ended in a fire fight with the Goa'uld and three dead. Three good men, with wives and children. It shouldn't have ended that way. But nothing could be done.

Slowly he looked over towards the room and took in her appearance. Her hair was still the same shade of blonde, but a lot longer. It now fell at her shoulders, half up and half down. She seemed to have put on a little bit of weight, but she looked good. Relaxed and happy. Happier than he had ever seen her. Had she met someone?

Looking back down at his hands he tried to reign in his emotions. He had been so angry when she had left. He had done everything to get in touch with her. After numerous failed phone calls and failed e-mail deliveries, he had resorted himself to go to her house, only to find she had moved and sold it.

It was then that he realized that he had lost her for good. Neither Daniel nor Teal'c knew where she had gone. He was sure General Hammond knew something, but he didn't let on. There was no way he was going to find out where she had gone.

He spent many nights in front of the TV worrying about her and drowning his sorrows with beer. He was too concerned and depressed to eat or sleep and had eventually been put out of active duty by Doctor Frasier. It had been a long and slow recovery. But in the end he had pulled himself together enough to make himself to eat and sleep so he could go back to work.

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General Hammond watched as Jack entered the briefing room and takes a seat at the table. He also didn't miss the wave of sadness flash across his features. This was going to be tough on all of them.

"Now may be your chance to talk to him Sam," Hammond said quietly.

Sam looked out into the briefing room and saw her ex-CO sitting at the table, hands in his lap and head hanging. Swallowing the lump in her throat, Sam stood up and walked over to the door and put her hand on the handle. Looking once more at the General, Sam opened the door and walked out of one room and into the other.

"Hi, Sir," she started nervously as she came to a stand still beside his chair.

"Carter," he replied quietly, not looking away from his hands.

"I was wondering… if we could… talk..."

"Nothing to talk about Carter. You left, and now your back. What's there to say?" he said harshly as he looked at her attentively. The intensity of his stare made her wince and take a step backwards.

"It's important. I think you'd like to know," she stated, standing her ground as he stood up and straightened to his full height.

"Well that's where you're wrong. I don't want to know. Nor do I particularly want to speak to you right now. So if you don't mind, I'll leave. And no, I won't tell you where I'm going, how to get in contact or when I'll be back," he spat at her before pushing past her and walked into the office she had recently left.

Sam looked at the floor trying to hold back the tears as she heard the door slam. Turning around she found Hammond looking at her with regret in his eyes. She gave him a small smile before walking out of the room and down the corridor towards the elevator. At least Daniel would be happy to see her.

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"Mind if I interrupt?" Sam asked as she walked into Daniel's lab.

"Sam?!" Daniel's head shot up at the familiar voice. As soon as he saw her standing in the doorway, he jumped off his seat and ran towards her, enveloping her in a hug. "It's so good to see you again! Where did you go? WHY did you go?"

"It's a long story Daniel. But I have something important to tell you. And I would love for you to meet him."

"Meet him? Sam what are you on about?" Daniel asked, confused.

"Can you come over tonight? Around six? Please, it would mean so much to me."

"Yeah sure Sam, of course. I'll need your new address though."

"Yeah, um, you got a pen and paper?" Sam asked, clapping her hands together. Daniel turned around and rummaged for a few moments before handing her then pad and pen. Quickly writing down her new address, she added her new phone number to the end of it. Handing the pad and pen back to Daniel, she looked at the ground and said, "Do you hate me?"

"Oh God, no. Sam I don't hate you! I'm just glad your okay and that your back!" Daniel replied, shocked.

"Thanks Daniel. I, uh, spoke to the Colonel just before I came down to see you. I think he hates me," she said sadly and quietly.

"Oh Sam, he didn't take to you leaving very well. He just needs time to adjust and come to terms with things. He'll come round."

"Maybe. So… six? I need to go see everyone else, is that okay?" she said, thumb pointed towards the door, a sad look in her eyes.

"Yeah, six. See you then. It's really nice to have you back again Sam, I mean that. Don't worry about Jack, everyone else will be glad your back. We've really missed you."

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Sam opened the door of her house at exactly 6pm, to find a rather nervous looking Daniel standing on her porch. She smiled warmly at him and ushered him into the house.

"Thanks for coming Daniel, um, would you like some dinner? There's probably too much anyway."

"Um, sure, thanks," he replied as he followed Sam into the living room. The smell of Chinese food caused his stomach to rumble.

Glancing around the room, he took it all in. There was a TV in one corner, and a CD player in another. Beside the CD player was a stack of shelves filled with CD's and DVD's. The walls were a cream colour and the sofa and chairs were a chocolate brown. Photos lined the walls at various intervals.

"Jake," Sam called out, interrupting Daniel's thoughts.

Daniel looked over at Sam, who was smiling, then to where she was looking. A small boy had appeared at her legs. His hair was messy and light brown in colour. He looked up at Daniel with big brown curious eyes, and smiled cheekily at the look on Daniel's face.

Sam picked up her son and put him on her hip. She looked at Daniel and suddenly felt uncomfortable. She knew her son looked like his dad, but she hadn't expected Daniel to pick up on it straight away. She looked at him nervously.

"Daniel, this is my son, Jake. Jake, this is your Uncle Daniel."

"Your son?" Daniel asked, in shock.

"Yeah, I'll tell you everything once he's in bed, I promise."

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Sam sat down on her sofa and picked up her coffee. Getting her son to go to bed had been a challenge. Looking over at her guest, she knew she had to tell him everything. Not because she had promised, but because he was her friend.

Sighing, she took the plunge. "He's Colonel O'Neill's."