Okay, I wasn't planning on doing this, but a couple of people asked for it and the muse was forthcoming. This is just an itty bitty extra to Whiskey Lullaby, to tie off some ends, if you like. I promise I am working on all the other stories (and man are there a few, I'm so bad at this), the muse is just being a little less helpful with those. Hopefully though, I'll get a few updates up before Christmas…I definitely want to finish at least one this holiday. Merry Christmas folks, hope you enjoy this. Istalindar


"You were very stupid." He said into her ear, watching over her shoulder as the others laid her body in the ground beside his. "You were bright and talented and had a future."

"I won't argue this with you." She replied, leaning into him and wrapping his arms around her waist. He let her, burying his face in her shoulder and breathing in deeply the smell of her. It wasn't something he could define, not strawberries or vanilla or anything like that, it was just her.

"You shouldn't have." He said quietly.

"Jack." Sam twisted in his arms and looked up at him. "Neither should you. Why did you do it?"

"Didn't have a choice."

"Exactly." She replied. She went back to watching her own funeral, noting the familiar faces. Pete had come, briefly, but hadn't stayed. She had been cruel to him, had broken his heart in more ways than she could count.

But she couldn't help feeling that now, it was worth it. Because now, while she was dead, she was in Jack's arms. And there was nothing between them now.

"You had a choice." Jack said insistently.

"About the wedding? I didn't plan on dying, Jack, any more than you did."

"They said it was suicide." Jack pointed out gently.

"It wasn't." She said plainly. He didn't answer and she sighed. "Jack, if you wanted to commit suicide you would have swallowed a bullet." Sam said flatly. This was a conversation she had had with him a couple of times since she had awoken and found him standing over her. He had glared at her for a moment before insulting her and frostily informing her that she was dead. She had glared back, insulted him and informed him equally as icily that he, too, was dead. Then he had offered his hand and brought her into his arms, holding her tightly and cradling her neck the way he used to. His problem was he couldn't understand. He saw himself as old and worn out, with nothing ahead of him. He saw her as the opposite. The conflict in opinions led to the 'you shouldn't have' conversation, which Sam both hated and felt was unnecessary.

"You mean I didn't?" His voice was teasing, because he knew talking about his death made her angry.

"Jack, the way I see it, you got drunk, got a headache and took painkillers. You were too drunk to know how many you took and took too many. You died." She said shortly. Jack smiled gently at her very accurate description of what had happened.

"I was hoping my hangover wouldn't be too bad when Daniel came over the next day." Jack said quietly, hugging her to him. "I knew he was going to be pissed at me." She smiled, tipping her head back to rest on his shoulder.

"Yeah." She smiled, looking across the damp grass to where Daniel and Teal'c stood alone by their graves. "Come on." She broke from his embrace and headed across the grass, Jack walking evenly beside her, their hands entwined together between them.

"You two are a pair of idiots." Daniel commented. "If either one of you had actually said something, this wouldn't have happened."

"Who knows, Danny?" Jack asked. Daniel looked up and Teal'c's gaze grew sharper.

"Do you think he heard you?" Sam asked quietly. Jack shrugged.

"Pete Shanahan has moved back to Denver." Teal'c said into the empty air. Sam sighed.

"I was very unfair to him." She said. "There was nothing for him here."

"Perhaps it would have been better if you had said that initially." Teal'c said chidingly. Sam frowned and looked at Jack, who shrugged again.

"Teal'c, can you hear me?" She asked. Teal'c smiled.


"Teal'c, who are you talking to?" Daniel asked.

"Daniel?" Sam asked. Daniel looked up, then shook his head disbelievingly.

"Come on Teal'c." Daniel said, moving away from the grave. "We gotta go." He looked one last time at the graves. "Bye guys."

"Bye Daniel." Sam whispered. Again he looked up, then away, and started back to the car.

"Some honesty on your parts may have meant you two were together before death." Teal'c commented. Sam smiled wryly.

"Well, you know how things are…" Jack trailed off.

"Indeed, O'Neill. Farewell my friends." He bowed his head and turned to the car.

"Live long and prosper." Jack called back. Sam rolled her eyes, and they watched as the car slowly drove away. "So what now?" Sam shrugged.

"You've been dead longer than me. Show me the sights." Jack grinned, turning to her and wrapping his arms around her waist.

"There are some wicked places up here, Dorothy. And Oz is just a step away."

"A yellow brick step?" Sam asked, twining her arms around his neck. He nodded with a smile and bent to kiss her. When they pulled back, his kissed her forehead.

"There's no place like home." He whispered. And the two ghosts faded and disappeared.