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A/N: I know. I know. Been a while. Too much real life happening and not enough time for everything. Forgive me?

My POV
I awoke
the next morning still safely encased in mom�s arms. I snuggled deeper into
mom�s embrace, just enjoying the peacefulness in the early morning light. I
felt nauseous again, so I knew another migraine was on its� way. I�d hoped Aunt
Janet left some of that medicine from the night before. I needed to pee and I
knew if I didn�t wake mom up, she�d have my hide. I couldn�t stand on my own
yet. It hurt too much.
�Mom,� I
said, shaking her gently. She moaned and rolled over to face dad. �Mama,� I
said, shaking her a little harder. She still didn�t wake up.
I fell off
the bed with a thud. I waited to see if they were going to wake up. Nope. I
forced myself to my knees and started to crawl to my bathroom. I was halfway
there when a cramp hit. The pain was intense and bit my lip. But, I kept going.
I had to get to the toilet; otherwise, I was going to puke all over my carpet.
I finally made it and threw up in the toilet, but the pain was overwhelming,
that I couldn�t help the cry that escaped.
�Mama!�
I cried out�barely. I was still biting my lip, trying to keep from screaming.
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Sam�s POV
I awoke to
Jessie crying out for me. I jerked away from a now-awake Jack and jumped out of
bed. �Jessie!� I cried out, looking around for my daughter, but not seeing her.
�Mama,� I
heard her cry weakly, tearfully from her bathroom.
Both Jack
and I ran in quickly. She was laying on the floor,
clawing at her leg, trying to straighten it out. Jack picked her up and carried
her back to her bed. As soon as she was settled, I began to massage her leg,
slowly loosening the tightened, painful muscle.
Once her
leg was relaxed, she stopped biting her lip. I reached over, wiped the blood
from her lips, and pushed her hair out of her eyes. �You ok?�
�I gotta
pee,� she said softly.
I chuckled
and picked her up. I helped her into the bathroom and let her do her thing. Jack
went downstairs to get her some pain medicine and some juice.
(Mama?)
(You done?)
(Uh huh)
I opened
the door and helped her pull up her shorts and balanced her while she washed
her hands. �Why didn�t you wake me up, honey?� I asked softly.
�I tried,�
she said tiredly. �But, you wouldn�t wake up.�
I could
see the tears streaming down her face. I pulled her into my arms and waited
until she�d put her arms around my waist. �I�m sorry, honey. Next time, throw
some water on me. I�ll wake up,� I said, kissing the top of her head. For
thirteen years old, she was still very small�maybe 4�3��if that. I was over a
foot taller than she was.
I got the
reaction I�d been going for. She giggled. �Yeah�I can see that happening,� she
said softly.
�I love
you, Jessie. I will do anything to
help you get better,� I said.
�I love
you, too, mama,� she said softly.
I kissed the
top of her head again and picked her up. �Migraine?� I
asked as she grimaced.
�Yeah,�
she said softly.
�Let�s get
another one of those pills that Janet gave you last night,� I whispered.
She closed
her eyes. (Ok)
I took her
back in her room and laid her on the bed. �You wanna get dressed?�
�Yes,
ma�am,� she said softly.
I pulled a
pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt out of her closet and helped her get them
on. We were finishing up when Jack came back inside with her medicine and
juice.
�Here you
go, Sunshine,� he said handing her the drink and pills.
�Thanks,
dad,� she said softly.
�Welcome.
You hungry?� he asked as she took the medicine.
�Not
really,� she said. �I just wanna sleep.�
�Well, you
need to eat something,� said dad. �Even if it�s just some
oatmeal.�
�Yuck,�
she said, as her stomach grumbled.
I laughed.
�Come on, little bit,� I said.
�Little
bit?� she asked with an O�Neill smirk.
�Sounded
good to me,� I said, shrugging my shoulders as I helped her stand.
Jack picked
her up and slung her over his shoulder in a fireman�s carry.
�Dad!�
�Jack, she
just threw up. Are you sure you want to carry her like that?� I asked.
He stood
her up and then picked her up again, cradling her to his chest. I followed them
downstairs hoping Jessie would eat something. We saw that Janet, Daniel, and
Teal�c were already awake and fixing breakfast for everyone.
�Morning
campers,� said Jack as he sat Jessie in a chair at the table.
Jessie
rested her head on the table as Jack massaged her neck, trying to relieve some
of the tension in her body. �Janet, she�s got another migraine,� I said.
�Did the Imitrex work last night?� she asked.
(Yes)
�She said
it did,� said Jack.
She ran
upstairs and grabbed her bag as I got a cold washrag and put on the back of
Jessie�s neck. Janet ran back downstairs, the sound hurting Jessie�s head.
�Ow,� she
said in an anguish-filled voice.
�Sorry,
Jessie,� whispered Janet, handing me the pills.
Jack
gently raised her head and slipped his sunglasses on her. Daniel grabbed a
bottle of water from the fridge and handed it to me. I handed Jack the pills
and the opened water bottle.
�Open,�
whispered Jack. She did and he popped the pills inside. I knew she had her eyes
closed, so I held the water for her and Jack tipped her head back to drink.
When she�d done that, he picked her up and put her on his lap. She laid her
head on his shoulder, trying to keep still.
We sat
there in silence until her migraine was under control. She slid the glasses off
her face and sat them on the table.
�Thanks, dad.�
�Welcome,
Sunshine,� he said kissing the back of her head. �You want some oatmeal now?�
�No.�
�Jessie,
you need to eat something,� said Janet in her best doctor�s voice.
�I�m not
hungry, Aunt Janet. I just want to go back to sleep,� insisted Jessie, closing
her eyes.
�I�ll make
you some broth, little bit,� I said, just to see her smile. I was rewarded when
she opened her eyes and gave me a sleepy grin. I leaned forward and kissed my
daughter on the forehead.
�You need
something in your stomach, honey,� said Jack.
She sighed
and said, �yes, sir.�
I laughed
at the look on Jack�s face.
�Do you
know how much I hated hearing that word come out of your mom�s mouth?� he
asked.
She
giggled. �That�s my little bit,� I said.
�Mama!�
she groaned at the new nickname I�d given her.
�What?� I
asked with a smile.
�I don�t
know what�s worse�sunshine, angel, or little bit!� she laughed with a giggle.
�Well,
your dad is the only one who calls you �Sunshine�. Grandpa calls you �angel�
and he stole that from me. Now, I�m
calling you �little bit�.� I stopped and gave her an evil grin. �It�s either
that or �mini-me�,� I said.
Everyone
laughed at the look of horror on Jessie�s face when I said that. �Little bit is
fine,� she mumbled, closing her eyes again.
I quickly
made her some chicken broth and handed her the cup. �Drink,� I ordered as
Daniel scooped eggs and bacon onto everyone else�s plates.
She was
still sitting on Jack�s lap when she finished her broth. The adults in the room
were talking about what we were going to do for Janet�s birthday which was
coming up.
�Dad?�
�Hmm?�
�Did I
hear Mr. Savage last night?�
Jack
closed his eyes. �Yeah, baby. He said Landon gave him this to give to you,� he
said pulling the letter out of her back pocket.
She took
it and started to get off his lap. �Where�re you going?� he asked.
�Living
room,� she said quietly.
�Here,� I
said. I picked her up and took her into the living room for some privacy. I
could see she was trembling. �You ok, honey?�
�Mama?�
�Hmm?�
�Is Landon
gone?� she asked.
�I think
so, honey. I think his real parents came for him last night,� I said, stroking
her back gently.
�Ok.�
�I�ll be
in the kitchen if you need me,� I said.
�Ok,
mama.�
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My POV
I stared
at the envelop for a long time. I knew he was gone.
Even without reading the letter. I could feel the tears welling up and the pain
in my chest was making it hard to breathe. I knew mom and dad were listening
for any sounds coming from the living room. With shaking hands, I opened the
letter.
My
dearest Jessie,
By
the time you read this, I�ll already be gone. I guess I should start by telling
you that my biological parents are coming for me tonight. I don�t want to leave
you, but they�re not giving me much of a choice. I know there�s no way to ever
make this up to you. I can only hope one day you�ll find it in your heart to
forgive me. I can�t say goodbye to you Jessie. I love you too much. It hurts
too much to think that I�m saying goodbye to the one good thing in my life. I
need you to look after the demon twins for me. They�ll need you to keep them
out of trouble. Please believe me when I say that I love you. Someday, we will
be together. Please forgive me for leaving this way. I will write you when I
get where I�m going. I�m sorry, Jessie. I can�t say goodbye. I just can�t.
Love
Always,
Landon
I started
to cry as soon as I saw his handwriting. There was something else inside the envelop. I dropped the letter on the table and emptied the envelop into my hand. There was a bracelet inside with a
silver rose etched into the top. On the inside of the bracelet were the words: Gr�im th� Muirn�n. �I love you, too, Landon,� I whispered,
my heart breaking into a thousand pieces.
I couldn�t
stop the sob from erupting from my chest. I heard footsteps right before I
orbed to my room.
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Sam�s POV
I heard
Jessie start to cry and we all went into the living room, just as she orbed
out. Janet and Daniel were keeping her from orbing out of the house, so we knew
she went to her room. In fact, we could hear her sobbing from there.
I looked
at Jack and he handed me the letter that she�d left. I quickly read it and my
heart began to break for my thirteen year old daughter. Then Jack gasped. He
held up the silver bracelet. It was gorgeous. A rose was etched into the top of
the bracelet and there were some words etched into the bottom that I could feel
with my hands.
�Daniel,
what does this mean?� I asked after reading the words.
He took
the bracelet and read silently. �It looks Gaelic,� he said softly.
Jack took
the bracelet from me and read the inscription out loud. �Gr�im th� Muirn�n. It means �I
love you, sweetheart�.�
�Jack?� asked Daniel.
�What?�
�When did you learn Gaelic?�
�I�ve always known it, Daniel. Irish Catholic is what my
family is,� he said softly.
I wrapped my arms around my husband and felt him return
the embrace. I knew he�d quit speaking Gaelic after Charlie died. But, I knew
he�d started teaching it to Jessie.
�She�s
heartbroken,� said Janet.
�Yeah,�
said Jack softly.
I ran up
the stairs to find her lying on her bed, crying with a broken heart. I didn�t
know what to say, so I just lay down beside her and held her in my arms.
�It hurts,
mama,� she said between sobs, burying her head in my chest.
�I know,
little bit. I know,� I whispered, stroking her hair.
�But, he
did say he�d write, right?�
�I guess,�
she said with another sob.
I didn�t
say anything else. I just held her and let her cry. This was something I had
hoped she�d never have to go through. Something that,
unfortunately, is a part of growing up�breaking up and heartbreak.
When she�d
fallen asleep, I noticed Jack standing in her doorway. I held my finger to my
lips, motioning for him to stay quiet. I extracted myself from Jessie and
kissed her on the forehead. As hard as she�d cried, I knew she was emotionally
drained.
�Here,� he
whispered, tossing something to me. I caught it and realized it was her
bracelet. I reached over and placed it on her wrist. She curled up on her side
and hugged her bear, a single tear sliding down her face. I reached over and
wiped it away.
�Is she
ok?� asked Jack.
�Given time,
I think she will be,� I said, watching as he walked towards us.
He sat
down on the bed beside me. �I know he loves her. But, he�s hurt her and that�s
something I can never forgive,� he said.
�I know. I
don�t think he meant to hurt her like this. Something is going on with that boy
and it�s got something to do with Jessie,� I said softly, watching Jack stroke
Jessie�s hair.
�What do
you think it is?� he asked.
�I don�t
know. But, I don�t think it�s going to hurt her�not physically at least.�
�Emotionally?�
he asked.
�I don�t
know. I don�t believe he�d willing hurt her in any way.�
�It�s the
unwillingly that will have me end up killing him,� he said softly.
�Jack�� I
began.
�Just kidding, Sam. I know how much he loves her. Hell, that letter proved
it.� He sighed and ran his fingers through her hair. �But, she�s only
thirteen.�
�I know,
Jack. But, she loves him. Before she got hurt, she told me that after what that
man did to her, she was afraid no boy or man would ever want her. Landon knows something happened to her, but not
exactly what, and, to him, it doesn�t make a damn bit of difference.�
�But, how
do you know that?� he asked.
�He told
me,� I said. �Right after she went into the coma.�
�So, he
really does love her?�
�Yes,
Jack. He really does love her.�
�Mama?�
�I�m here,
honey,� I said.
�Can we do
my p.t. now? Get it over with?�
�Sure,
honey.� Jack went downstairs to get Janet. �Are you ok?�
�Not
really, but I don�t want to talk about it,� she whispered.
�Ok, baby.
If you do want to talk, I�m here,� I said, hugging her and kissing her
forehead.
�Thanks,
mama.�
Janet came
up and we started her physical therapy. Both Jack and I kept a close eye on her
for any discomfort. It went surprisingly well, considering the pain she�d been
in the day before and that morning.
After her
physical therapy, we were sitting in the living room. Jessie was working on a
new computer program for me. That girl was a genius when it came to finding the
mistakes in code.
Jack and Daniel
were arguing over the remote. Jack wanted to watch a hockey game and Daniel
wanted the Discovery Channel. Then
the phone rang.
�O�Neill,�
said Jack, answering the phone and shoving the remote down his pants to keep
Daniel from getting it.
�That�s
just sick, Jack,� he said.
I reached
down Jack�s pants and grabbed the remote. He sputtered and dropped the phone
back on the cradle. �Sam!�
I just
grinned and tossed the remote to Daniel who held it between his thumb and
forefinger. �Jack, that�s just plain disgusting!� he
said.
�My wife
likes it,� he said, causing me to blush.
�Dadddd!!!� groaned Jessie.
�What?� he
asked massaging the back of her neck.
�Uncle
Danny�s right. That�s just plain nasty!� she exclaimed with a giggle.
�Yes, boss.
I won�t do it again,� he said with a deep sigh.
Jessie�s
stomach rumbled. �You hungry?�
�A
little,� she said.
I reached
into the fridge and pulled out a salad I had made for her earlier. It had all
her favorites�lettuce, tomatoes, cucumber, turkey, ham, and parmesan cheese.
�Here ya go, honey,� I said, handing the bowl and a fork.
�Thanks,
mama,� she said. That�s when I noticed something. She hadn�t called me �mom�
all day. It was �mama�. It felt good.
That�s
when I remembered the phone call. �Jack, who was on the
phone?� I asked.
�Not sure.
I kind of dropped it when you shoved your hand down my pants,� he said with a
smirk. I blushed again.
�I�ve got
it mama!� said Jessie, putting down the bowl of salad. �Here�s the problem,�
she said, typing something into the code. �Now, it should work,� she said with
that smile that lights up the room.
�Let�s see
it run,� I said, as Jack and I gathered around her.
She typed
in the run command and there it was. The program I�d been fighting with for weeks
was working perfectly! I grabbed her in a hug and swung her around. �That�s my
girl!�
She
giggled until I sat her down. �Now, you finish eating, while I save this to
disc.�
�Ok,� she
said. She finished eating her salad, sitting on the couch watching the hockey
game with Jack. I could tell she was exhausted from the physical therapy, but
was determined not to show it.
She
finished her lunch and I took the bowl from her. When I came back from the
kitchen, she�d curled up next to Jack and had fallen asleep with him stroking
her hair.
The phone
rang again. �O�Neill,� he answered.
He
listened for a few seconds. �It�s going to be a while. She�s taking a nap. Yes,
I understand. We�ll have her there as soon as possible.� He slammed the phone
down angrily, causing Jessie to jump in her sleep. �Sorry, Sunshine,� he
whispered, kissing her forehead.
�What is
it, Jack? What�s wrong?� I asked.
�That was
Officer Pembroke. He wants Jessie to come down and give a statement against
Sara,� he said.
�She just
fell asleep,� I said, protesting, sitting down and putting her feet on my legs.
�I know. I
told him that.�
�And?�
�He said
it has to be done. Otherwise, the judge is going to release her on bail.�
�Damn it,�
I said.
�We gotta
wake her up and get her dressed and down to the station by 1500 or Sara�s free
to go.�
�Shit,� I
said.
�Might as
well go now,� said Jack. He leaned over. �Wake up, Jessie. Come on, Sunshine. I
need you to wake up.�
�Five more
minutes, daddy,� she murmured sleepily.
I laughed
and gently shook her awake. She sat up sleepily. �Wha�what�s going on?�
�We need
to get you dressed,� I said, standing and helping her stand. When I thought she
had her balance, I let her go. �Are you sure you can walk?� I asked.
�Yeah,�
she said softly.
We watched
anxiously as she slowly made her way to the staircase. Gripping the handrail,
she made it to the top of the stairs. She turned and gave us a triumphant grin,
which we returned. Then her face lost all color and she started gasping for
breath.
�Mama!�
she cried out, just before she collapsed.
I was
halfway up the stairs when she collapsed. I knew I should�ve walked her up the
stairs. She still wasn�t well enough to do it on her own�especially after the
four hour physical therapy this morning.
She was
still conscious, but tears of anger and embarrassment were falling down her
face. �I�m sorry,� she whispered.
�It�s ok,
honey. You�re ok,� I said as I picked her up and carried her into her bedroom
and sat her down on her bed.
�Mama?�
she asked softly as I pulled out a pair of jeans and her Air Force Academy sweatshirt.
�Hmm?�
�Am I ever
gonna get better?� she asked in a voice so soft, I could barely hear her.
I laid her
clothes on her bed and put my arms around her. She felt so small and so fragile
to me right then.
�Jessie,
you�re gonna be fine. You just need to give yourself time.� She looked away. �Honey. You were in a coma for almost four months. I know
you�re frustrated with everything right now. You need to take it one day at a
time.�
She
groaned at the obvious clich�. But, I�d gotten my point across. �Just take your
time, little bit and in no time, you�re gonna be out there running circles
around me and your dad,� I said rubbing soothing circles on her back.
�I thought
when I ran yesterday, it meant I was getting better.
But, I guess I just made it worse, huh?�
�Not
really. Just a minor setback,� I said, kissing the top of her head where it
rested on my shoulder. �Now. I�m gonna go appease your
dad before he runs in here like a wild man. Get dressed and when you�re ready,
call me, ok?�
�Yes, ma�am.�
�Ok.�
I could
tell she wasn�t happy with her situation. But, short of putting her in a
sarcophagus, there was nothing we could do for her. I kissed her again and left
her alone to get dressed.
�Is she
ok?� asked Jack as I ran into him right outside her door.
�She�s
fine, Jack. She�s just a little upset that she still isn�t completely healed.
She�s frustrated and it�s understandable.�
�Are you
sure that�s all?�
�Yeah.
She wants to be able to do things on her own again,� I said as he put his arms
around me. I buried my head in his chest.
�She�s
just like you,� he whispered.
�Ya
think?� I said with a chuckle. He leaned down and kissed me softly.
�Have I
told you today how much I love you?� he said, pushing my hair behind my ears
and cupping my face.
�Nope,� I
said with a grin.
�Well,
that is something I have to remedy.� He leaned in closely. �I love you,
Sam�Samantha O�Neill.�
�I love
you, too, Jack O�Neill,� I said as he closed the distance and placed his lips
on mine. �At least I didn�t call you �John�,� I said against his lips causing
him to snort.
(Mama? I�m done)
(Be right there)
�You�re
daughter is waiting,� I said. He kissed me again and opened the door.
�You
ready, Sunshine?�
�Yes,
sir,� she said softly, playing with her bracelet.
�Put your
arms around my neck, Jessie.� She did and he lifted her up easily. When he just
stood there, she looked up at him. �I�m gonna let you walk by yourself. But, if
you start to get tired, you let me know, ok?�
�Ok.�
I watched
as Jack kissed the top of her head and let her go. She took an unsteady step.
To my surprise, she reached out for Jack. He grabbed her arm and steadied her.
�You got it?�
She took a
deep breath and nodded. He released her and she took a steady step this time.
She made it to me and smiled. She gripped the railing and, with me and Jack
behind her, slowly made her way down the stairs. I grabbed my purse as Jack
grabbed his keys. Daniel and Janet were riding with us. The story was that
Jessie was still under a doctor�s care�the doctor being Janet. It wasn�t
entirely untrue. Janet is her doctor
and she�s still in physical therapy.
With us
still behind her, she walked all the way out to the truck and held on to the
door. I opened it for her. She looked up at me and grinned.
�I did
it,� she said softly.
�You sure
did,� I said, giving her a hug before lifting her into the truck.
She smiled
most of the way into town. But, when we were about four blocks from the
station, the smile left her face. That�s when I realized we hadn�t told her
where we were going.
�Jessie?�
�Mama,
where�re we going?�
�You
remember Officer Pembroke from last night?� asked Jack.
�Yes, sir.�
�He called
and said they needed you to pick Sara out of a line up and file a formal
statement.�
�Oh.�
I turned
around and looked at her. Her blue eyes were wide with fear. I reached out my
hand and she took it. She was trembling.
�It�s ok, Jessie.
She can�t hurt you anymore,� I said.
�I�m
scared, mama,� she said in a trembling voice.
�I know,
baby. But, trust me. We�re not going to let her hurt you again.�
I kissed
her hand and let her go. I could see she was fighting with herself, trying to maintain
control of her emotions. Jack reached over and took my hand in his, kissing the
back as I had done to Jessie.
When we
got to the station, she got out on her own. She took a few unsteady steps and
said, �Dad?�
�Hmm?�
�I�I�I
can�t make it,� she said in a rush. Her left leg was beginning to shake
uncontrollably. Jack reached her just as she started to collapse.
He picked
her up and shuffled her until she was comfortable. �You ok?�
�No,� she
said. �I wanna go home. I don�t wanna do this!� She started to cry, burying her
head in his shoulder.
�Is she
ok?� asked Daniel.
�She will
be,� I said softly.
�I wanna
go home!� said Jessie angrily. �Please mama�please take
me home. Please mama.�
Just then,
Officer Pembroke walked outside. �It�s about time you got here.� He noticed
Jessie was terrified. �What�s wrong?�
�She�s
scared you moron,� said Jack, trying unsuccessfully to calm our distraught
daughter.
�I wanna
go home�I wanna go home�I wanna�� she trailed off and tensed up. �I�I�I�m gonna
be sick,� she stammered.
Jack
carried her over to the trashcan and she was violently sick. �Go get her some
water,� ordered Janet. The officer left to do that as Jessie continued throwing
up. She collapsed weakly in Jack�s arms when the officer came back. Jack held
the cup as Jessie rinsed out her mouth.
�Please
mama�I wanna go home,� she said through her tears.
�Is there
any way that we can do this at another time?� I asked.
�I�m
sorry, but it has to be done today. Otherwise, Sara is going to walk.�
�How long
is it going to take?� asked Jack angrily. He continued
to rock Jessie back and forth, trying to calm her.
�About ten
minutes,� said the officer.
�Can you
handle ten minutes, Sunshine?� he asked Jessie softly.
�I just
wanna go home, daddy. Please,� she begged, hiccupping through her tears. �I�I
can�t do this. I can�t face her!�
�You can,
Jessie. You�re stronger than all of us put together,� I said.
�Sunshine,
you�ve been through so much and you�ve survived. You can do this,� said Jack.
She cried
for a few more minutes. She was only thirteen. She shouldn�t have had to deal
with any of this. We both had our arms around her. We were getting some strange
looks from people going in and out of the building, but none of us cared.
Finally
Jessie calmed and wiped her eyes. I pulled a tissue out of my purse and gently
wiped her tears from her cheeks. She looked so helpless and frightened, I just
wanted to take her home and hide her away from the rest of the world. She
looked up at me and then at Jack.
�I�m
ready,� she said softly.
Jack
nodded and I helped him stand up with Jessie in his arms. �You have ten
minutes,� said Jack. �Ten minutes and we�re out of here.�
The
officer nodded. �Follow me.�
With a
silently crying Jessie in Jack�s arms, the four of us followed the officer into
the station. He led us to a dark room and told us to wait there. Jessie was
trembling uncontrollably.
A few
minutes later, another officer came in, along with a Captain. �Mr. and Mrs. O�Neill. This is Captain Yeager.�
�Mr.
O�Neill. Mrs. O�Neill.�
�Colonel
O�Neill,� said Jack. �My wife is Major O�Neill.�
�Army?�
�Air
Force,� said Jack. �Can we get on with this? My daughter is absolutely
terrified!�
�I
apologize,� he said hastily. I got the feeling this guy didn�t like us too
much. For humans that was strange. Normally when people didn�t like us without
knowing us, they were either Goa�uld or Jaffa. It didn�t really matter. Since
Pete, we�ve all been a little leery when it came to the police.
He walked
over to a phone. �Send them in.�
At that
time, eight women walked in the room in front of us. It was separated by a
two-way mirror. Jessie reached out blindly and grabbed my hand. She was shaking
so badly.
�Now, Miss O�Neill. Do you recognize any of these people as the woman who
threw you out of her car?� asked Captain Yeager.
�Yes,� she
whimpered.
�Well? Which one?�
She hid
her face in Jack�s shirt again. �Third from the left,� she said, loud enough
for him to hear.
He picked
up the phone and said, �Third from the left.� It was Sara O�Neill.
�She
identified her. Can we go now?� asked Jack.
�Yes,�
said Captain Yeager.
He stood
with Jessie in his arms and together we walked out. Unfortunately, it was at
the same time that Sara was brought out.
�You
little bitch!� she screamed, running towards us. Before we could stop her,
she�d ripped Jessie from Jack�s arms and threw her on the floor, kicking her.
The
officers tackled her, stopping her from doing any more damage. Unfortunately,
it wasn�t before we heard a loud crack. Janet knelt beside Jessie.
�What
hurts, Jessie?� she asked.
�My side,�
she said with a sob. She had blood on her lips. Shit. Broken ribs, possibly punctured lung.
�Let�s get
her to the infirmary,� said Janet.
Jack went
to pick her up and she cried out before passing out. �Shit. Jack, don�t move
her,� ordered Janet. She looked up at an officer. �Do you have a backboard?�
Without
answering, he took off. A minute or two later, he showed back up with a
backboard. Jack and Daniel gently laid Jessie on it and strapped her in. They
picked her up and carried her out to the truck. Daniel rode in the back; Janet
knelt beside Jessie, trying to make her comfortable. I was going to kill Sara
for this. Nothing was going to stop me.
We got her
to the hospital and rushed her inside, Janet taking over immediately. �You�ll
have to wait out here, guys.�
We nodded.
�I�m gonna kill her, Sam. I�m gonna kill her,� said Jack, pulling me into his
arms.
�Not if I
get to her first,� I said.
Daniel
walked up. �I called Teal�c and General Hammond. General Hammond is going to
pick Teal�c up and then they�ll be here.�
�Why?� I
asked. �There�s nothing they can do.�
�General
Hammond is going to make sure that Sara does not post bail,� he said.
We sat
down waiting for Janet to come out. About thirty minutes later, General Hammond
and Teal�c had shown up and were waiting with us when Janet came out.
�Janet?�
�She�s
fine, guys. She�s got three bruised ribs and a slight concussion, but she�s
fine.�
�What
about the blood?� asked Jack.
�She bit
her tongue,� said Janet.
�Are you
sure, Dr. Fraiser?� asked General Hammond.
�Yes, sir.�
�Can we
take her home?� I asked.
�Yeah,�
she said. �She�s bruised and sore, but she�s going to be fine. As always, it will hurt more tomorrow.�
�Can we
give her anything?� I asked.
�Just what she�s been taking. With the leg cramps, I thought about giving her
some valium, but for the actual pain? Possibly morphine or demerol.�
(Mama?)
(I�m here, honey. Dad and I are
talking to Aunt Janet)
(Can I go home? I�m scared)
(Of what, honey?)
(Everything)
I looked
at Jack and he�d caught the conversation too. His eyes widened with her
admission.
(Please mama. I wanna go home)
(Ok, honey)
�Where is
she?� asked Jack.
�Follow
me,� said Janet, leading us to a private exam room. Jessie was curled up,
trembling with fear.
(Daddy?)
�I�m here,
Sunshine,� said Jack, walking over to her. He reached out his hand to touch her
face and she opened her eyes. I could see the fear inside her normally
brilliant eyes.
(I wanna go home)
�Ok,
baby,� he said. �We�ll go home.� He looked at Janet. �Right?
She can go home?�
�Yes, sir.�
Jack
gently picked her trembling body up. She wrapped her arms around his neck and
buried her head in his shoulder. She whimpered slightly.
�Are you
hurting?� he whispered to her.
(Yes)
�Doc?
Did you give her anything?�
�Yes. The
morphine should be kicking in soon,� said Janet.
At that
moment, Jessie visibly relaxed against Jack. I drove home with Jack holding
Jessie. She hadn�t said a word since we left the police station.
When we
got home, Jack laid Jessie in her bed and covered her up. She�d fallen asleep
just as we pulled into the drive way. He didn�t have the heart to wake her. She
woke up screaming a few times, but other than that, she didn�t say anything out
loud.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
One Week Later
We all sat
there staring at the TV, but not really seeing anything. �Sam?� asked Janet.
�Hmm?�
�Has she
said anything?�
�Not since
we left the station,� said Jack, running his hand through his hair.
�We don�t
know what to do, Janet,� I said. �When we ask her why she won�t talk out loud, all
she says is she�s too scared.�
�She thinks that to you?�
�Yes.�
�Does she
say why?� asked Daniel.
�No.�
(Mama? Daddy?)
(We�re here, honey)
(Where? I can�t see you)
(We�ll be right up)
(Ok)
�We�ll be
right back,� I said. We ran up the stairs to find Jessie sitting up in bed.
�You ok?�
(You really want to know why I�m scared?)
�Yes,� I
said.
(The last time I said anything, I
ended up with three bruised ribs and a concussion. The time before that, I�d
been beaten into submission by my foster parents. If I don�t talk, I don�t get
hurt)
�Jessie,
you know we�re not going to hurt you,� said Jack. I could tell he was hurt by
the thought that Jessie thought we would strike her for talking.
(I know, daddy. My heart knows
that. But, my head thinks otherwise.) She started to cry and we wrapped our arms around her. (I don�t know what to do)
�Just take
it one step at a time, honey.�
(I�m scared)
�We know,
honey. We know. But, we�re here for you. We love you and we�re gonna help you
get better.�
�Just take
your time,� I said.
(But, it�s been a week. What if�)
�Ah! No
buts,� I said. �You�re going to be fine. Just take your time, baby.�
(Yes, ma�am)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Two weeks later
Jack�s POV
I�ll kill
Sara for this. Her actions have set us back almost two years. Jessie�s hurting
so much and I don�t know how to help her. Sam was right though. We needed to
give her time. She needed to take her time. Otherwise, we were going to lose
her forever.
She ate
fine. She did her homework that Sam got for her. She was a normal thirteen year
old girl. But, she wouldn�t speak. Now, we knew why. Even though she knew we
wouldn�t hurt her, she was terrified of being hit for saying something out
loud.
As we
crawled into bed that night and I held Sam in my arms, I thought back on the
last few months. Jessie being thrown out of the car. Jessie in the hospital in a coma. Jessie
at the police station. Jessie being afraid of
everything.
I�d almost
dozed off listening to Sam�s steady breathing when it happened.
�Daddy!�
screamed Jessie from her room.
Sam and I
both jumped up and, grabbing our nine-mils, ran to Jessie�s room, thinking the
worst. Pete Shanahan was standing there holding a zat. As was
Colonel Simmons. I knew I�d kill those bastards if I got the chance.
Jessie was thrashing around on the bed and I knew she�d been zatted once. I
could see Simmons ready to fire his zat and I jumped him, causing the shot to
go wide. Sam knocked Pete out with a blow to the back of the head. I grabbed
the zat and fired at Simmons, knocking him out.
I started
to do the same thing to Pete, but Jessie stopped me with a word�one she said
aloud.
�Daddy?�
�Call Daniel,�
I told Sam.
She nodded
and grabbed the phone by Jessie�s bed. �I�m here, honey.� I looked over at her.
She was sitting up with her arms around her legs.
�Why daddy? Why does everybody hate me so much?� she said softly.
�Not
everybody hates you baby. Your mom and I love you. So does Grandpa George, and
Grandpa Jacob. So does Janet, Cassie, and Daniel and Teal�c.�
She
started to cry and I held her close. �Daniel is on his way with SG-3,� said
Sam. I looked at her in shock. �Those Marines want their chance at these idiots
too.�
�Mama?�
�I�m here,
honey,� said Sam. �And I�m so glad you�re talking again.� She crawled into bed
with us and we held a sobbing Jessie.
A moan
from Shanahan caused Jessie to cry out in fear.
�What
the�� he moaned.
I handed a
violently trembling Jessie to her mom and stood up. I picked up the zat and
shot him once, rendering him unconscious. I drug his unconscious body
downstairs and tied him up. Oh how I wanted to pull that trigger two more
times. But, I didn�t. He was going to suffer for what he�d done to my daughter.
I went
back upstairs and drug Simmons� body downstairs and did the same thing. Then I
went back upstairs and picked up Jessie.
�Come on,
Sunshine,� I said softly. �It�s almost over.�
She was
trembling badly. �I�m scared, daddy,� she whispered.
�I know,
baby. But, I�m not gonna let them hurt you again. If I have anything to say
about it, they�re both dead men.�
I kissed
the top of her head and we went downstairs to wait on the rest of the group to
show up. We sat down on the couch to await their arrival.
Simmons
came too first. �What the hell is going on?�
�You�re a
dead man, Simmons.�
�For what?
This freak?�
I sat
Jessie on Sam�s lap and stood. I walked over to Simmons and backhanded him,
drawing blood. �Don�t you dare call my daughter a freak, you son-of-a-bitch!�
I could
feel Jessie�s powers rising. �Back up, dad,� she said softly.
I moved
and she fired a glowing ball at Simmons, knocking him back out. She collapsed
against Sam, breathing heavily. I rushed over to them.
�You ok,
Sunshine?�
�Yes,
sir,� she said weakly. �Thirsty.�
I went to
the fridge and got her some apple juice. When I came back, she was resting
peacefully on the couch with her head in Sam�s lap. Sam helped her sit up and I
handed her the juice.
�Drink it
slowly, Sunshine,� I said. For once, she did what I said without complaint.
That�s when I knew she wasn�t feeling well at all.
A knock at
the door broke the silence. �Come,� I said. Daniel, Teal�c, Janet, and SG-3
walked in the house.
�Jack?�
said Daniel.
�They
attacked Jessie,� I said angrily.
�What
happened, O�Neill?� asked Teal�c.
�We woke
up to Jessie screaming. We found these two assholes in her room. One of them
shot her with a zat. I shot Simmons.�
Simmons
and Shanahan chose that moment to regain consciousness. They both tensed when
they realized they were surrounded by five very pissed-off Marines, one
extremely pissed-off Jaffa, and one angry archaeologist.
�What in
the hell is going on?� asked Simmons cockily.
�You�re
going down, Simmons. You tried to kill Jessie O�Neill.�
�Prove
it,� he sneered.
They could
all see how terrified Jessie was of the two men in front of her. She was
huddled on Sam�s lap with her head buried in Sam�s shoulder.
�Colonel?�
asked Reynolds.
�What?�
�Maybe we
should take them out of here. Jessie shouldn�t be a witness to this.�
�Do what
you have to do,� I said.
�What�re
you going to do with us?� asked Shanahan.
�You�ll
find out,� said Reynolds, dragging him up by his hair.
Teal�c
grabbed Simmons who tried to struggle. A direct hit to the jaw rendered him
unconscious�again. They dragged the both of them out the door.
Jessie
started crying uncontrollably. I think I
know what they had in mind for the two idiots, but I really didn�t want to
know. Jessie was safe�and we were going to keep her that way.

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