You're Not the Only One in Need

By Melora

Rating: M (For some mild language and sexual situations - to be on the safe side)

Pairing: Sam/Jack

Category: Angst, Romance

Spoilers: Season 5 – Meridian, Revelations; Season 6 – Redemption 1 and 2, Descent

Set: After Revelations (Season 5); during and after Redemption and Descent (Season 6)

Disclaimer: Stargate SG-1 and its characters are the property of Showtime/ Viacom, MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, and Gekko Productions. No copyright infringement is intended. Created for entertainment not monetary purposes.

Summary: After the events of Meridian, Jack and Sam find their way of dealing with their grief and need together.

Author's notes: This is a very angsty story - so be forewarned. This particular story is probably going to be part of an ongoing series, thus the somewhat ambiguous ending - so don't get mad just yet if you want a happily-ever after ending. Later stories in the series will explore the problems that Sam and Jack face in their relationship throughout Season 6. This is the M (16+) version of this story. The 17+ version is available at samandjackalways . net for those interested (and old enough). Constructive criticism is always appreciated, as I'm still just a novice at this.

Part One
An uneasy silence permeated the atmosphere at a corner table at O'Malley's Bar and Grill in Colorado Springs. The rest of the patrons in the noisy and bustling restaurant took no notice of the three people sitting at the table. And yet the tension between the woman and her two male companions was almost palpable. All three seemed uncharacteristically melancholy in the otherwise celebratory environment of O'Malley's.

"Okay. I get it. You guys are still mad at me," the grey-haired man broke the silence.

He lowered his tone to a whisper and continued, "Our allies needed our help and I, for one, am not going to apologize for wanting to help them. Besides, it helped take our minds off of...other matters. At least for awhile."

He sat back in his chair a bit, tilted his bottle of beer to his mouth, and looked at the others as if expecting some kind of response.

To his surprise and chagrin, neither of his companions reacted to his outburst. The other man at the table simply nodded solemnly and continued eating his meal in silence.

The woman, in contrast, was unable to disguise her irritation. Her icy blue eyes glared at him before she proceeded to turn her attention to stabbing her baked potato several times with her fork.

'Yep,' the man thought to himself, 'she's still mad.'

And yet, he was undeterred by their icy reactions. He had suggested this dinner as a way to make amends for being so distant after Daniel's so-called share their mutual grief over their lost friend and comrade. And yet so far, it had turned out to be about continued anger and resentment. He was determined to change that.

His first attempt to break the tension – by apologizing...albeit badly - had failed. He quickly decided his next course of action would be humor – something he believed himself to be an expert at. After all, it had always worked in the past when Carter had been mad at him. He would tell a stupid joke and she just couldn't help it – her bad mood would instantly evaporate and be replaced by a smile and an indulgent 'yes sir'. It was one of his best talents, actually – how to put an angry Carter in a good mood.

He smiled to himself as he thought of a topic with humor potential. Surely a conversation about Asgard reproductive practices would break the ice.

In a rather upbeat tone, he inquired, "How about those little gray guys, huh? For such a smart race, they sure screwed up. Of all the things to get rid of they What the hell were they thinking?"

"What do you mean, O'Neill?" the other man questioned.

"Well Teal'c, I know what I mean. Of all of the scientific advances they could come up with, why would they want to invent something that effectively gets rid of such a great thing?"

O'Neill was merely glad that he had succeeded in getting one of his companions to talk to him. Although, he was disappointed to discover that his comments had failed miserably to elicit even a tiny grin from the woman sitting across from him.

In fact, his plan had the opposite effect on her. Although he succeeded in finally getting her to speak, he was completely unprepared for the anger of her response. Her voice, muted as to not attract any unwanted eavesdroppers, also carried a strong undercurrent of disdain.

"By cloning themselves, they have been able to prevent a multitude of diseases and to ensure the health and continuation of their race. They really can't be censured for not foreseeing the consequences of an action their ancestors made thousands of years ago. After all, we do that sort of thing all the time, don't we – acting before considering the consequences?" she looked pointedly at O'Neill.

He looked awkwardly down at his plate, trying to shield himself from her growing wrath. He was about to attempt a witty response but was interrupted by her ongoing lecture.

"They happen to be one of the most technologically advanced races in the known universe and you fault them for doing away with sex?"

She glared at him angrily and once again his attention immediately shifted back to his plate, his head bowed down in disappointment.

"You really are such a man...Sir," she added for good measure. She huffed and returned to aggressively playing with the food on her plate.

Silence descended on the table once again. Obviously learning his lesson after her last tirade, O'Neill did not try to initiate another conversation as they quietly finished their meals. She had made it abundantly clear that she was not going to forgive him anytime soon.

When they were finished, the waitress passed by and smiled cordially at them. "How was your meal? Would you like any dessert this evening?"

For once, neither Teal'c nor O'Neill were tempted by the possibility of a slice of cake or pie. Both shook their heads gravely in the negative and O'Neill simply requested the check. Once each of them had paid, the woman was the first to quickly and curtly bid the others goodnight, rise, and make her way out of the restaurant alone. O'Neill and Teal'c, still seated at the table, merely stared at each other dumbfounded at their friend's abrupt departure.

Teal'c noticed the hurt and disappointment in O'Neill's eyes. Offering some small consolation to his friend, Teal'c stated, "It would be wise to give Major Carter time to grieve, O'Neill. She will eventually get over this."

O'Neill let out a melancholy sigh, "I hope so, Teal'c. I hope so."