When the film crew returned without the colonel but with the news that an SGC member had been killed, Sam sort of... lost her temper. Her stomach clenched around the lead ball that seemed to have settled there as she allowed the anger to override the grief.
Inside, however, she was praying to please, please let it be anyone but the colonel. Anyone.
Then she was through the 'gate, retrieving not the body of her CO -- and whatever else he'd become over the years -- but instead the body of her best friend.
What did she pray for now?
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