Disclaimer: Not mine. At all. Just thought u should know that! Wait, actually this story is mine, and that's all.

Why I wrote it: I'm not sure why I'm obsessive compulsive about Sam and Pete breaking up and how Sam and Jack handle it, but I just love it! So here's my latest version of how it could've happened. I like this one a lot…and I hope you will, too!

Spoilers: I don't think any of us don't know yet that Sam and Pete are OVER and sniffle Jacob is dead…so yeah, that's where this picks up.

Key: "text " thoughts

'text ' Jacob's voice in Sam's head

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Sam had never been more relieved to be off duty. Jacob Carter was dead. General, father, and friend all put to an end in the same hospital. The next day, Sam had called Pete to meet her at the house. Not "her" house. Not "their" house. The house. Somehow, Pete had always known it wouldn't work. Hearing her say it was just harder than he'd expected it to be. But it wasn't right for her. So Sam had stopped it. If she'd waited there a little longer, she'd have seen a black truck pull into the driveway. The man wasn't looking at the real estate sign, but rather he wanted to see the place she would live. For the rest of her life. With him. Jack sat on the bench under the tree and threw a rock from the landscaping into the empty street.

"Lucky bastard."

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Sam pulled into her own driveway and clicked it in park, lingering in the seat a bit longer. She needed to be alone. She picked her cell phone up from the cup holder and turned it off. She didn't care there were three missed calls. Sam Carter wanted to be just that: Sam Carter. Not Colonel. Not Sammie. Not a fiancé. Just a woman with a broken heart.

Carter closed the door behind her and hung up her jacket. Knowing she should eat something, she opened a blue Jell-O cup and searched for a spoon. After a few mouthfuls, all she could do was cry. Her father was dead after the best four years of their relationship. Her ex-finance probably hated her by now. So she was entirely alone. She tried to compose herself, but the deep breaths she took only evoked more tears.

Miniature rivers ran down her face in hot, wet, streams. Never had she been so sad in her adult life. The only time she'd ever felt so alone was at her mother's funeral as a child. Damn it all, she was crying. She hated crying. It made her feel weak. And useless. Pathetic, even. She brought herself together enough to start the shower and exchange her clothes for a robe. As she stepped into the water, she heard her father's voice in her head.

'You should be happy, Sam...'

A bitter thought escaped her throat as she yelled at the air. "Easy for you to say, you're with Mom now. The man I love doesn't even know it." Sam surprised herself with how easy those few words came out. She…she loved him. That's why it didn't work with Pete. Then she remembered the second part. He didn't know. He couldn't know. Because if he did, they'd both lose everything that seemed important. Maybe even each other.

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Jack didn't know how long he sat on that bench, but it took him at least an hour or two to fully appreciate the sunset. And notice the house was "For Sale". No, this was to be the newlywed's happy home. Why the hell would it be fore sale? Unless she broke it off. No, Sam wouldn't do that. She was probably snuggling close to Pete as he reached for another tissue. A spiteful thought, yes, and one he didn't mean in the slightest, but it was probably true. But even as he let the subject drop in his mind, he had a nagging feeling that Sam was free. That that damned ring was finally off her finger. Which meant he had some thinking to do, with good beer and a good friend. He pulled his cell out of his pocket and hit "3" on the speed dial.

"Hello?"

"Daniel? It's Jack. How's about meeting me at O'Malley's ASAP?"

"Uh…sure. Should I call Teal'c or is this just a you-and-me thing?"

"It involves Sam and Pete. Or lack thereof."

"What? You're cutting in and out, sorry could you say—"

"Look, just get to O'Malley's as fast as you can, and I don't care if T tags along. How's that?"

"I'm in the area, I'll be there shortly."

"Good!" He closed his phone and headed for his car. Daniel sometimes…

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When Daniel arrived at O'Malley's, without Teal'c, Jack had a beer in front of him and one in front of an empty chair to his left. Daniel climbed up to the bar and picked up the bottle, surprised to find it empty. He eyed Jack, "How many of these have you had, Jack?"

"Just that and a sip or two of this one."

"Which means you're thinking," Jack took another swig as Daniel talked, "About what?"

No answer. Daniel tried again. "Or who?"

Jack just looked at him. "Sam," Daniel answered his own question knowingly.

"Yeah. Sam." He set his beer down, half drained.

Daniel ordered himself one and drank a bit, waiting for him to explain. Jack turned to his curious friend.

"I drove over to her house today."

"So?"

"No, not her house…the one Pete bought for the."

"Okay…so?"

Jack sipped. "It's for sale."

Daniel nearly did a spit take, instead swallowing the threatening sip of beer. "It's what?"

"For Sale. Meaning it will not be housing Peter and Samantha Shanahan."

"Any idea why?"

Jack started peeling the label off his beer, then looking at Daniel, somewhat amused with himself. "I think she's keeping her maiden name."

Daniel's eyes opened wider. "You think she broke it off."

"I'm hoping so."

"Well, in any case, you should talk to her. Jacob's death hit her a lot harder than she'll ever admit, Jack."

"You talk to her about it?"

"Yeah, a little."

Jack was slightly jealous of Daniel. Sam always felt okay with talking to Daniel, but he was something entirely different.

"She's always been able to talk to you easily," he finally replied.

"That's because she's not in love with me, Jack."

Jack stared at him as Daniel sipped the last of his beer. He looked at Jack.

"Like you didn't know that."

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Sam turned the water hotter in the shower, trying to make herself feel something other than heartbreak, even if it meant physical pain. After a few minutes of scalding heat, she shut the water off and climbed out of the shower, towel drying her hair before shaking the rest of the water out. Sam put her purple, silky robe on, feeling it cling to her damp skin. How that the shower was off, she realized the soft melody of rain on her window come to a crescendo, the wind blowing the rain harder in occasional gusts. No sooner had she closed her bedroom door did the doorbell ring. Making sure her robe was tied shut; she walked to the front, not believing who was there.

Standing in the rain was a man in boots, jeans, a blue button up shirt and a wet, brown leather jacket. His hair was graying, and his posture was perfect. The only thing missing was the usual twinkle in his pensive brown eyes. Jack O'Neill was the last person Sam had expected to find on her doorstep. Jack looked equally surprised to be standing there. He adjusted his hands in the pockets of his jeans, and rocked on his heels, nodding slightly to himself. She finally broke the silence.

"Sir?"

His voice was rough at first. "Hey, Carter. Came to see if you were okay."

She was in silent shock, so he continued to speak.

"So are you okay?" Nothing. "Good…yep, coming was a bad idea," he walked away from her and rounded his truck, walking by the passenger door as Sam felt time stop. He'd finally come to her. After all the time they'd danced around how they felt, he was here. At her house. Wanting to be with her when she needed him most.

'You should be happy…'

'Damn the regs. For once, I'm doing what I want to do. What I need to do.'

Time resumed, as she called for him, nearly inaudible.

"Jack, wait. Don't…"

But he did hear her. He stood in front of the passenger side of his black truck, the water beading on its ebony surface, running into streams on the driveway. The lavender silk robe clung to Sam's body as she ran out to him, feeling the cool water affirm her decision as it dripped off her.

"Carter, it's raining. Get inside—"

"No."

He looked at her quizzically. "No?"

"No," she said with more force this time as she stepped closer to him, trying to put what she wanted into words, and having no such luck doing so. In a moment of boldness, she touched her palm to his face, his wet skin smooth beneath her finger. As he looked at her more intently, she removed it, looking at the ground and then back at him. "Don't, Jack. Please don't—"

"Don't what?" He chanced running his hand through her wet hair.

She closed her eyes at his touch, then opening them to let her tears mingle with the rain. She couldn't wait for this any longer.

"Just don't."

Sam brought herself closer to him and softly kissed the lips that had ordered her every day for the past nine years. And all of those days, this is what she'd wanted to do. What they'd both needed so badly. She knew that now. Surprised but not at all objected, Jack kissed her back once before she pulled away slightly, as if remembering their circumstance slightly. She rubbed his nose with hers, as her hands became fists at her sides.

"Don't leave me here alone, Jack. Please."

He nodded. "Okay."

Sam rested her hand behind his neck, her fingers sneaking into his hair. Jack realized this was his last chance. She finally wanted him just like he'd wanted her ever since they'd met. There was no way he was going to lose her again. His arms encircled her fast; Sam rubbed her leg against him. As his head came closer to hers, she nodded, leaning heavily against his truck.

"Okay."

That simple word from her made him crazy. He took hold of her mouth with his own, crushing her lips in a hot kiss. Sam smiled at his passion; answered him with the same fury, causing his bottom lip to catch between hers. Jack lifted her by the thigh and Sam let him kiss her neck. The rain fell harder as her breath ran short. He was fascinated with the skin below her right ear. As he moved lower, she held him to her collarbone, pressing herself against him. Sam wasn't sure what made her shiver more, the rain or Jack's kiss, but he felt her body shake and simply held her. Their eyes locked, and she could see the worry and the want in his brown, thoughtful eyes. He touched his hand to her cheek, unable to say anything though his mind was racing, even more so when she kept his hand on her with her own.

'What's wrong? Does she not want me here anymore? What the hell was that, anyway? What about Pete? What about the house? What about that kiss? Was it only what I want? Is she too emotional to be thinking clearly…yeah, right. Carter. Emotional thinker. But what about…then why did she stop? Did I do something wrong—"

"You wanna go inside?" she kissed the inside of his palm.

Jack looked at her with deep care and concern, fascinated at how she could silence his mind with a handful of words. Not knowing what else to say, he looked in her eyes. Those beautiful blue eyes. He'd never seen that glint before. He'd never known through experience what it was like to hold her. And somehow he knew that tonight would be a hard night to forget. Or, for that matter, to leave unfinished. He found his voice and answered her question.

"Okay."

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