by Kitty S

Notes: In Shakespeare play Hamlet, Ophelia went insane and killed her self by drownding in a river.

Sam's POV

It's been two months when I got a present sent through the gate. Very thoughtful of them, even though I knew 'them' was in the works of Agent Barrett and not my team. One of the locals came into Laira's place saying the stargate was on. The Edorians only got visits from Earth and of course, I went out there thinking this was the day I get to go home. Silly me, my high hopes are going to get me killed one day. And apparently it had. Nothing happened while I waited in front of the gate for ten minutes. Right after it shut down, I heard rustling in the bush. And a meow. Did this planet even have cats? Cat, my cat? "Schrodinger?" No, really, am I kidding myself? "Come here kitty, Schrodinger, where are you?" Squeel. Oh my lord, isn't that a beautiful sight. A big furry orange thing in the mist of green.

I walked over to my... fat cat? Who's been overfeeding my cat. He was pretty big, and round. Hey, we kinda look like each other. Well, I wasn't showing much, a tiny bit. But I sure felt big. Laira and I made a deal, I'd take on a little more than half of her work load, and she'd make me some clothes. The tan was my style, but I needed clothes to fit while my baby grew, and I couldn't wear my WONDERFULLY ugly jump suit everyday. We were actually getting along, talked about child raising, the pain, the pride. She wasn't that bad really, was nice enough to lend me her son's room. Now that he's married, the house was kind of empty. I guess she wanted my presence.

"Whacha got there?" A note. Finally, some contact.

'Hey Sam, I've been working my butt off on your case. It's pretty air tight, all I have are theories and nothing in the works. I can imagine you're pretty down right about now, so I sent over your cat. You know, he sure can eat. I've been taking care of him while you're gone and, he kinda acts like a dog. Followed me around everywhere I went. Nice company that cat. What's with the name? Anyway, I think that this has been throughly thought out before. They have everything, as if you really were guilty. I'm working hard, I promise and I'm thinking about the image device. I have some bad news for you. You're dead."

I'm what? Read over the last sentence again. Yup. It said I was dead. Do I feel dead? No, I feel pretty alive...

"You know how I got you out, well it wasn't part of my job to do that. So, I rushed over the paperworks saying that you were in prison for two months and have been executed. I'm really sorry. I didn't want to tell you before, you had A LOT on your mind. The SGC may know that you're alive but only your team and Hammond. I've made an agreement before I extracted you and they've agreed to let you out. It took some convincing to do though, well, to O'Neill anyway. Surprisingly, Hammond wasn't so hard to convince. Your belongings were processed as you wished in your will, your brothers kid's are going to have access to their funds when they turned 18, as with Cassie. I stored all of your pictures and things that you might want to keep in a private storage, so you'll be getting those back. This might be hard for you to read, but it really was the only way. I wouldn't end your life if I didn't have to. I'm not going to say that I'm close on your case, but it's not a dead end. This will work out, hopefully.

Malcolm. "

Okay. Now what. In the two weeks I've been cleaning the house and pulling weeds, back on Earth, I've been executed for a crime I did not commit and all of my savings were gone. That last part wasn't that bad, except I have no money to return to. How am I going to raise a child with no money. I'm definitely going to sue. The dammed government owes me. If not, then I'll be zapping O'Neill of his savings. He deserves it. "Come on Schrodinger."

Hey, he kinda was like a dog. Always following around. I've trained you well. Good boy.

"Hey Laira, have you ever heard of a pet?" Schrodinger was on my lap, purring loudly. I've missed you too. "It's called cat."

She hesitantly touched his tail like a scared child. "No, like this." I took her hand, and ran it down Schrodinger's back.

"He's soft. We have wild animals, but not quiet this coloring. And they never come around the village."

"Is it OK if he stayed here with us?" I feel like a kid, 'Dadday, can I keep him. Please?' She didn't look sure of her self. "I promise, he's really good. He even buries his poop."

"Oh, what a smart... cat. I'm sure he'll be happy here."

"Thanks."

I haven't given up if that's what you think. But I've realized, during this whole thing, I've always kept in mind that everything was going to be OK. They'll figure it out. My name will be cleared. Jack would make a joke. But it hasn't, and if it does, than that's nice. But if it doesn't I still have my one joy, my baby. And that's what makes the world turn again. I will not poison my only child with bitterness, my baby will never have to feel the hurt of betrayal. I'm going to protect it, no matter what.

I have to admit though, before Schrodinger, the couple of months I've been here, I hadn't heard from anyone. And when Laira showed me the boat Jack had built, all I wanted do was pull an Ophelia and jump into the river. To end my pain and suffering. But that was selfish of me, my body isn't all mine anymore. I share it with my baby.

And then it just occurred to me. I'm dead. Well, to everyone else that is. I'm not even sure what it is they claimed I did. Steal some technology and sold it? That's it? Is there more I don't know about. I mean, to put a rush for everything... doesn't execution take years? Don't you get to be on death row for a while. I don't know if I've ever felt so confused before. Is this what it feels like to be Jack? Now, don't be mean. Not understanding math or science is one thing, but your life is another. In the past few months, the only thing I was able to control was my bodily functions. Except that time when I threw up. I've always thought of myself as an independent person. It's hard to be put into a situation where all control has been robbed.

Didn't I just say I'm going to get over it? I really need to get over my issues here. It's not healthy. Just let it go. It's like farting. You may not want to, but you must.

You know what sucks about pregnancies? Cravings. It might not be a problem if you were on Earth. Or if you were an Edorian. But, how do I get chocolate covered popcorn all the way out here?