Disclaimers in part 1

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Samantha pushed her damp hair behind her ears as she neared the kitchen. Leaning in the door frame, she took in the sight of Jack O'Neill, hardened military man standing by the stove in an apron. A floral apron

"I'll bet the boys at the base would love to see this side of you," she smiled, entering the kitchen.

Jack jumped at the sound of her voice. "I thought you were still in the shower. I wanted to surprise you."

"Well, you did that," she said, getting a mug from his cupboard, helping herself to coffee. "How did you get cleaned up so fast?" she asked, running a hand across his now smooth cheek.

"They don't call me 'Lightening Jack' for nothing!"

"Oh, I thought that was because of your sexual technique," she teased.

"Hey! I didn't hear you complainin'"

Samantha just grinned at him, taking a sip of her coffee. It seemed so odd to trade innuendoes with him without the inherent tension. It might even be the best thing about what happened between them. Okay, second best, but still, it was an added bonus. He definitely looked good in a pair of jeans, she thought. Especially since he'd neglected to put on a shirt.

"Okay, have a seat. Chez O'Neill is now serving."

Samantha pulled out a chair as Jack served up their breakfast. "Omelets? I'm impressed!"

"Wait 'till ya try it before you start handing out compliments," he said. "You want some juice?"

"No thanks. Coffee's good for me." Samantha took a tentative bite. It was good. It was very good! "I think you missed your calling. This is wonderful!"

"That's just because you worked up an appetite," he smirked.

"I'm serious, Jack! It's great! Thank you," she said, taking another forkful.

"Well, it's always nice to know I have a something I can fall back on if I ever get court-martialed."

Samantha stopped mid-bite. "Oh, Jack. I never thought of that. Could they really kick you out because you slept with me?"

"If all we'd done is sleep, I don't think they'd have a problem," he tried to joke. He looked into her eyes, no doubt seeing the remorse she felt at what their actions could mean for his career.

Jack reached over, taking her hand. "Don't look so worried. For one thing, at the moment you're technically not under my command."

"'Technically,'" she repeated. "What does that mean?"

"It means your position in the military is uncertain at this point, so I don't think they can claim I had relations with someone who's a subordinate, when we aren't in a command situation."

"That's splitting hairs, don't you think?"

"Well, I've gotten into worse scrapes than this as far as the regs are concerned. This won't be a problem. I won't let it." There was a steely determination to his voice, and Samantha was glad she wasn't on the receiving end of his resolve.

"I could always resign," Samantha said. "I'm not much use to them this way. I barely have access to the infirmary. I don't think I'd be considered such a loss."

"No one is resigning. We'll worry about it when it comes up, okay?" Jack gave her hand a reassuring squeeze, and she nodded. There was something about just being with him that made her feel things were going to work out.

"So, do you have any plans for the rest of the day?" she asked, trying more of her breakfast.

"No, not really. You feel like going out?"

"I should probably check my mail, water the plants, that kind of stuff."

"We could do that. You know, you could move your plants over here," Jack offered.

"That's kind of you, Jack, but I've already invaded your home enough." Samantha said, suddenly looking down. "Janet said I could probably be on my own."

The silence was almost palatable. "I see. Is that why you wanted to go to your place? To move back?"

Samantha's appetite was suddenly gone. "I suppose I should," she said, still not looking at him.

"Samantha, you don't have to go. I don't want you to go." Now he was the one having a hard time looking at her.

"Really? I don't want to go, either," she confessed. The both looked up at the same time, both a little shy considering the activity they'd been engaged in little over an hour ago.

"Then it's settled. You can stay here as long as you want, okay?"

"Okay. But I still have to water the plants," she smiled.

"I was thinking about going to the park," Jack commented, finishing his omelet.

"That reminds me, I promised Cassie I'd take her tomorrow. Could we put it off a day?"

"Sure, that's not a problem. How about we invite Daniel and Teal'c too? They don't get to see much of Cassie either."

"Sounds good," Samantha said. She was starting to feel a little more at ease in their company. And since Jack seemed to go no where without them, she figured it was best to get to know them better.

***

They ended up spending most of the afternoon and early evening at her apartment. Samantha had finally gotten around to gathering more clothes, while Jack lay on the bed, watching her.

"Ya know, we could check out this bed," he grinned at her. "Just to see how it compares to mine of course."

"Oh, of course," she said, sitting next to him. "Purely for scientific research purposes."

"Did you have to mention 'scientific research?' Ya sure now how to put a damper on a guy's enthusiasm," he said, sitting up. He placed his arm around Samantha's shoulders, pulling her slightly backwards so he could kiss her.

"I think you could use a little 'damper,'" she smiled. "I'm not going to be able to walk tomorrow."

"Guess I'll have to carry you, then," Jack said, working the buttons on her blouse loose.

Samantha pushed his roaming hand away with a smile, refastening her shirt. "Let's just concentrate on the job at hand, shall we?"

"I thought I was."

"We're here to *get* me some more clothes, not get me *out* of them," she returned.

"Okay," Jack sighed, flopping back on the bed. "If you're not going to play I guess I'm gonna go home. Ya comin'?"

"Give me just a minute; I'll be there in a second." Samantha watched him leave the room, feeling slightly guilty for not insisting she could stay in her own apartment. It was fine while he was here, but the thought of watching him walk out the door without her, left an empty feeling in the pit of her stomach. Maybe it was a little selfish, but didn't she deserve to be just a little selfish in light of the way her life had been turned upside down?

"He invited you to stay," she said aloud, in an effort to allay her trepidation. Samantha crossed to her dresser, looking through the drawers.

"Come on, Sam, the nightgown wasn't bad, but don't you have something a little sexier hidden in here somewhere?" She riffled around until she came across a sheer, black teddy.

"Oh, yeah." she smiled holding up the filmy garment. "I bet *this* is one of the better kept secrets on the base!"

*********

If his payback for tickling Samantha had been the vision he'd seen before him, her ribs were in serious trouble. Stunned didn't begin to cover what he was feeling when she removed her robe, striding slowly towards his bed in her barely-there attire. The only word he'd managed to get out was "sweet."

Samantha had smiled at his reaction. He could tell she was pleased with the effect she'd had on him. Actually, she could have shown up in his bedroom in fatigues and he probably would have had the same reaction, but the teddy was a nice touch. One, once it was removed, he thanked her for over and over.

They lay spooned together, their legs tangled. He moved his head slightly so he could kiss the back of her neck, taking in the scent of her hair as he did so. He could hold her like this forever. Jack had felt like he'd been kicked in the gut when she'd told him over breakfast Janet had cleared her to be on her own. They'd finally made it over one of the biggest hurdles in their relationship--if he could consider one night the start of a relationship--and Samantha pulled the rug out from under him by telling him she should go home. She was home. All he had to do was make her see that. He was buoyed by the fact she'd readily agreed to stay with him. Was it possible she could have feelings for him already? He'd had a little over two years of daily interaction to get him to this point. Samantha had effectively known him only a couple of weeks.

Jack knew he had a "thing" for Sam shortly after they'd started working together, no matter how much he denied it to Daniel. She'd teased him that he'd like her once he got to know her, and it'd turned out to be true. First, professionally, then personally. He'd been attracted to her as a woman for a long time, he just knew better than to act on it. Or rather he did. He'd worked with a lot of beautiful women throughout his career, but he'd always known where to draw the line. And he probably could have kept his distance from Sam had she not become Samantha. But the traits he'd come to love and respect in Sam where present in Samantha, just without Sam's own set of rules of protocol holding her in check.

Jack knew Sam was attracted to him as well. The tension and flirting couldn't have reached the levels they did if she hadn't felt something for him. She joked around with Daniel, and sometimes even Teal'c, but there was a difference. He couldn't say exactly what that difference was, but it had nothing to do with him being her commander. Or being the only other soldier in the group. He was just grateful he was the recipient of her special smiles. He didn't think he could handle it if she looked at Daniel that way.

Samantha stirred in his arms, turning over to face him. "Hmmmm. What time is it?" she mumbled, still half-asleep.

"It's early," he whispered, adjusting his hold on her. "Go back to sleep."

"Yes, sir." she replied with a yawn, snuggling down on his chest.

Sir? Was something of her old life beginning to slip through? Jack had noticed Samantha would come out with what he was calling "Samisms" more and more frequently. Not like she had any full fledged memories, but phrases unique to Sam would occasionally crop up in their conversations. When he'd ask her about them, she'd shrug her shoulders and say she didn't know where it came from. Maybe there was hope for Sam's return after all.

*********

Sunday dawned bright and clear, but it was already promising to hot. Jack and Samantha both opted for loose shorts and tank tops. Even though they'd dressed separately, Samantha laughed when she saw him, claiming they looked like bookends.

They'd agreed to meet Daniel and Teal'c for breakfast, after picking up Cassie. Jack grinned at how excited Cassie was at the chance to see all her friends again. Janet had pulled Samantha aside, asking how her first night on her own had been. Samantha snuck a quick look at Jack, as if trying to decide to tell her the truth or not.

"Fine," she said. "No problems."

Cassandra chatted the entire drive to the restaurant. Jack tuned out the babbling girl, but Samantha seemed to be listening to every word. He smiled as he watched them. Sam was great with kids; it didn't surprise him Samantha had the same talent.

Pulling into the parking lot, Jack noticed Daniel's car was already there. He graciously opened the doors of his own car for the women.

"Milady," he bowed to Cassie, who giggled and blushed, but he could tell she loved the attention. Samantha's smile of approval left him feeling warm. Maybe all this "normal life" stuff wasn't so bad after all.

Jack pushed his sunglasses onto the top of his head as they entered the restaurant. Walking to the hostess stand, he asked for the whereabouts of his friends.

"Uh, ya. We're looking for two guys, big dark dude with a hat and a geeky looking guy, longish hair, glasses."

Cassandra jabbed him in the ribs as she and Samantha both chorused, "Jack!" Causing another round of giggles from both girls.

"Well, he is! I can't help it!"

The hostess smiled indulgently, pointing out the men in question. They were half-way across the dinning room when Jack heard the hostess trying to get his attention.

"Sir? Your wife dropped this," she said, handing Jack, Samantha's wallet.

He smiled at the short woman, thanking her as he accepted the leather case. *His wife,* he thought. It had a nice sound to it. He'd missed being part of a couple since Sara had left. It hadn't occurred to him, but he supposed Cassie, Samantha and himself could be seen as a family. It started him grinning.

"You dropped this, *Mrs. O'Neill,*" he said, handing Samantha her wallet. When all eyes turned to him he said, "the hostess thought she was my wife." Samantha's cheeks suffused with color as he slid into the booth next to her. It was crowded with five of them in the semi-circular booth, so when Jack slid his arm onto the upholstery, practically around Samantha's shoulders, he was sure it appeared the move was necessary for them all to fit. As he picked up his menu, he missed Daniel's unabashed stare.

*********

Daniel knew he was staring, but he couldn't help it. The way Jack and Samantha looked at each other, they *could* have been married. Hell, with the heat passing between them, they *should* be married! They were even dressed alike! If he didn't miss Sha're so much, he might have found it "cute," if that term could ever be applied to Jack O'Neill. As it was, it merely served to remind him of what he was missing with Sha're's absence.

There was no doubt in Daniel's mind they were sleeping together. He thought he'd seen every look Jack was capable of making, but the sheer. . .joy on his face was a new one. It even made him look younger, Daniel thought bitterly. Samantha was no better. In fact, she was worse. "Glowing" didn't begin to describe how she looked. And she looked great. He couldn't believe she'd been a coma a few weeks ago.

Even though he'd had his suspicions about their feelings towards each other, he'd known they'd never crossed the boundaries into a physical relationship. Both of them were too conscious of the repercussions.

Jack's hand had almost imperceptibly slid off the back of the booth and was now resting on Samantha's shoulders, lightly caressing her. Was he even aware he was doing it?

"Danieljackson," Teal'c said quietly to the man on his left. "Why are you staring at O'Neill and Samanthacarter?"

"Huh? Oh, sorry. I was just thinking," he lied. "I didn't realize I was staring."

"I believe you are not telling me the truth," Teal'c said, but pressed him no further.

Daniel tried to join in on the conversation flying about him. Cassandra was telling them about her dog, to which Jack added a few tales of his own. Samantha didn't have a lot to add, but she was doing a better job at participating in the chatter than he was. Even Teal'c was expressing himself more than he was.

"Daniel, is something wrong?" Samantha asked. "You're so quiet. That's usually my department."

Daniel's smile came out as more of a grimace at her attempt to draw him out. "Just a few weeks old and you know that about me already, huh?"

Jack glared at him. He knew he'd hurt Samantha's feelings when all she was trying to do was make him feel more apart of the group. How ironic she'd be the one trying to include him.

"Sorry, Samantha. I didn't mean to be so rude. My arm's really bothering me today," he lied for the second time in an hour.

"Perhaps I should take you back to your apartment," Teal'c offered.

"No, really, it'll be fine. It's just a little crowded in here. I don't want to sit around inside anymore. Besides, I don't want to break up the party." Daniel knew Teal'c would insist on taking him home, depriving Cassie of what little time they all had together.

"Maybe we should get going," Jack suggested. "It is a little cramped in this booth."

*You didn't seem to mind being crushed next to Samantha a minute ago,* Daniel thought caustically. Maybe it *was* the dull ache in his arm that was responsible for him snapping at everyone. After all, Samantha and Jack were his friends. And he truly did what their happiness. He just wished their joy didn't have to hurt so much.

*********

Cassie, Samantha and Teal'c were swinging, of all things. Jack laughed so hard at the sight, he thought he'd ruptured something. Even Daniel seemed to have lightened up at the sight of the huge Jaffa squeezed into the seat of the swing, taking advice on how to increase his momentum from Cassie.

"Now there's a sight you don't see every day," Jack managed when he caught his breath.

"It might be a good thing, too," Daniel agreed. They continued to walk until they were out of ear-shot of the others. Jack absent-mindedly grabbed some strands of long grass as they passed an un-mowed area, twirling the stems between his fingers. Spying a picnic table, Jack headed towards it. Taking a seat on the table top, feet resting on the bench, Daniel joined him, wincing slightly as he leaned forward to sit down.

"Shoulder still bothering you, huh?" Jack asked.

"Yeah, but it is getting better. Janet wants me to start physical therapy next week."

"Been there, done that. Sorry, buddy."

"Yeah, I'm not looking forward to more pain, but she seems confident I'll get most of my mobility back if I keep up with it."

Jack nodded, unconsciously rubbing his bad knee. There was a tense silence before Daniel asked,

"Jack, is there anything you feel like talking about?"

Jack shrugged, feigning ignorance. "Nope. Everything's peachy."

"That's what I'm talking about," Daniel said.

Jack looked down at the grass he was shredding in his fingers. It was another long moment before he spoke. "Danny, I think I'm in trouble."

"What kind of trouble?"

"The kind that comes on two legs," Jack sighed. There was another stretch of silence. "Daniel, I think I'm falling in love with her," he said, still unable to meet his gaze.

"You think this is news?" Daniel tried to joke. When Jack didn't respond, he put his hand on his shoulder. "So what's the problem? She seems to feel the same way."

"I know. That's the problem."

"Jack, I'm a little confused here. Usually when two people are attracted to each other it's considered a good thing."

Jack smiled ruefully. "Yeah, usually. Daniel, you know about the regulations. Samantha doesn't. I mean she knows--we've talked about it--but I don't think she really understands what an impossible situation this is."

"No, Jack, this is an obstacle, an inconvenience. What's impossible is your wife being kidnapped and turned into a Goa'uld host. And not just any host, but Apophis' queen."

Jack looked up at the venom in Daniel's voice. Now the attitude and acid looks made sense. How could he have been so intensive? He'd been so wrapped up in his feelings for Samantha, he never stopped to think what a painful reminder they were of Daniel's own loss.

"Daniel, I. . . "

"No, Jack, I'm the one who's sorry. I shouldn't be venting my frustrations on you and Samantha. I take it you haven't told her?"

"Not in so many words."

"In any words?"

"Uh, no," Jack said.

"Don't you think you should?"

"And don't *you* think it's a little early in the game for that?"

"Jack, if I've learned one thing from losing Sha're, it's that each moment I had with her was precious, a gift. If I'd known it was to be so short lived, I don't think I could have told her often enough I loved her."

Jack drew in a breath and exhaled. "You're right. I should tell her."

"Jack? I have to ask you something. Who is it you're in love with?"

Jack did a double-take. "You get conked on the head, too? Who the hell you think we've been talking about? Samantha!"

"That's my point. Is it Sam, or Samantha? If it's Samantha, what happens if Sam's memories come back? Are you falling in love with Samantha because she reminds you of Sam, or because she is her?"

Jack looked back at his hands. "I think know what you're asking. Kind of like if I had to choose between Samantha and Sam, which would I choose, right?"

"Exactly."

"I don't know I *could* choose. Daniel, I know it seems like she's not the 'old Sam,' but she is. She doesn't know astrophysics or remember the Air Force, but most of the other stuff is still there. It's like Sam without the walls, without the pain and guilt that hold us back from telling people how we really feel. From experiencing life. I know it's cliché, but it *is* like she's a child in the respect she doesn't have the baggage the rest of us have by this age."

"But isn't that 'baggage,' as you put it, part of who Sam is? Or being an astrophysicist or a Captain? How can you claim she hasn't changed?"

"I never said she hasn't changed. But at the core, she's still *Sam.* She doesn't miss being a scientist and a soldier when she can't remember having been one."

"Jack, I'm not trying to be the bad guy here, I'm just trying to get you to see this in a realistic light."

"I know, but I don't know how to make you understand, I don't separate the two. I know she'd rather be called 'Samantha' now, but I feel that if I'd ever gotten to this point with Sam, we'd *be* this comfortable with each other."

"Do you think you would have gotten to this point? Oh, maybe eventually you guys would finally admit you've had feelings for the other for ages, but I think it would have been a while down the road. And I don't think either of you would have acted on it if you were both still in the military. You would have 'loved her from afar' as you always have. As she always has."

"So what is the point you're trying to make?" Jack asked.

"What's going to happen if her memories come back? Are you just going to forget this ever happened? It was fun while it lasted? I don't think you're capable of that. I don't think Sam would be either."

"So what do you want me to do, Daniel?" Jack's voice cracked with rare emotion. "Nip this in the bud, as it were? Tell her to go home and forget about me, and hope to God I can forget about her? I can't do that! Five minutes ago you were telling me I should tell her I love her, and now you're telling me I should break her heart?"

"No, that's not what I want. I just wanted to make sure you've thought of all the angles. I don't want either of you getting hurt by the possibility this is just a fling."

"This isn't a fling," Jack said, his voice hard. "If that's all either of us wanted, it would have happened by now."

"At least you're finally admitting it," Daniel smiled at him.

"Well, they say once you admit it, you're on the way to recovery. Think there's a ten-step program for Carter?" he teased back.

"Let's hope you don't have to find out."

*********

Samantha left Cassie and Teal'c near the merry-go-round as she headed towards Jack and Daniel. Cassie had asked some surprisingly personal questions, but she could see where the girl had gotten her ideas. Jack calling her "Mrs. O'Neill" had undoubtedly gotten the girl's mind going into overdrive.

The two men were seated on a picnic table, so deep in conversation they didn't see her crossing the manicured grounds, heading in their direction.

"Let's hope you don't have to find out what?" she asked, coming up on the tail end of their conversation.

"Uh, what your wrath is like when you realize Jack forgot to pick up something for lunch," Daniel said, casting a glance at the man next to him.

"You can't be serious," Samantha said. "After that huge breakfast, how can you possibly be thinking about lunch?"

"We, uh, just meant for later," Daniel fumbled. For such a smart guy, he didn't come up with very plausible excuses, she thought. Samantha just shook her head. Obviously what they were talking about was private, so she decided to let it drop. Daniel fidgeted for a few moments before announcing he was going to join Cassie and Teal'c. As he left, she saw Daniel mouth the words "tell her," but she pretended not to have seen the look passing between them.

Samantha felt a growing tension in the pit of her stomach. Jack was going to tell her things weren't working out. That maybe it would be better if she moved back to her place and they spent some time apart. She couldn't say she blamed him. They'd been together practically constantly since she woke up in the infirmary. She decided she'd make it easier for him and offer to go.

"You know, Jack. The more I think about it, maybe it would be a good idea if I moved back to my apartment."

Jack's eyes looked pained, as if she'd physically wounded him. The jovial mood he'd been in all day evaporated.

"I see," he swallowed. "I thought we'd settled this all earlier. Samantha, you do what you think is best, but you gotta know this isn't what I want."

Samantha was shocked by his candor. She hadn't known him long, but instinctually, she felt he wasn't the type of man who was this open with his feelings. Okay, it wasn't a declaration of undying love, but for Jack, the sentence spoke volumes, leaving her wondering if she'd misunderstood Daniel's parting advice.

"It's not what I want either. It's just that everything's happened so fast, I have a hard time believing it's real, and not just our hormones having a holiday."

He smiled at her quip, reaching out to caress her cheek. "Samantha, I know it seems fast to you, but this has been going on for years with me. It's like we've had two years of foreplay."

Now it was Samantha's turn to smile. "I'm glad I could finally put you out of your misery." More seriously, she added, "Jack, I don't remember how I delt with my feelings for you prior to the accident, but I'm assuming I felt I was in the same state of perpetual foreplay. I've told you how I've always felt this 'connection' to you, for lack of a better word. I have to believe it was because I had such strong feelings for you before."

Neither one had actually said the "L" word, but she felt it was understood. If this was as close as he got to a confession, it was fine by her. She didn't feel anymore comfortable saying the word than he did. Hopefully in time, it would feel right.

"Wanna take a walk?" he asked.

"Yeah, I do. Maybe someplace a little more secluded?" she smiled, taking his offered hand. Their fingers twined together, their palms making contact. In a way it was almost more intimate than a kiss.

As they strolled the asphalt pathway, Jack became quiet. "What is it?" she asked.

"Daniel knows about us."

"Did you say something to him?"

"No, I guess we're just blatantly obvious," he grinned at her. "Wonder where he got that from," he said, squeezing her hand.

"Well, Cassie didn't seem to miss much either," she said. "She asked me if you were my boyfriend."

"Boyfriend!" Jack laughed. "Is it possible to still be a 'boyfriend' at forty-. . .ish?"

"Fortyish? Jack, you're not modest about your age, are you?"

"Let's just say I don't need any reminders, okay?"

"Sure. How old am I?" she asked, surprised she hadn't thought to ask before.

"Your age is an even bigger secret than mine," he teased.

"Oh, come on! Am I really that insecure? Let's see, you said I had a Ph.D., and I'm a Captain, I worked at the Pentagon for awhile. I have to be thirty-something."

"You want me to look it up in the records?" he offered.

"Let's just settle for thirtyish, okay?"

"Deal. So, what did you tell her?"

"Tell who?"

"Cassie, when she asked if I was your boyfriend?"

"I said, 'maybe. If he's lucky!'"

"Why you little. . . ." Samantha didn't hear the end of his sentence as she took off from him at a dead run, laughing as she attempted to dodge his grabbing arms. She slipped through his hands once, only to be caught seconds later. Truth be told, she wasn't trying all that hard to escape him.

Jack pinned her to the ground, digging fingers into her ribs as she tried freeing herself to catch a breath. Suddenly, from no where, a thought came to her, a move that would use Jack's body weight against him, allowing her to flip him over. It happened so quickly, Samantha wasn't sure she'd actually committed the maneuver. She almost thought it was Jack who'd shifted their positions. But from the look of utter surprise on his face, she knew she was the one who'd flipped him.

"How did you know how to do that?" he asked, so shocked, he stopped fighting.

"I don't know. It just came to me, I guess."

"Samantha, you have extensive training in hand-to-hand combat."

"I do? You mean I might have remembered it?"

"Unless you've been taking martial arts classes when I haven't been looking."

Samantha was sitting astride him, holding his hands above his head, wrists pinned to the ground. "Well, whatever it is, I've finally got you where I want you." She leaned forward kissing him. Another flash crossed her mind *. . .not like this. . .* Samantha sat up, rubbing her forehead where the headache suddenly sprang into life.

"Samantha? Are you okay?" Jack asked, sitting up himself, holding her on his lap.

"There's something about this that seems familiar, she said as the pain began to dissipate. "Like I 'attacked' you like this before. Acting aggressive or something. I can't really describe it."

Jack's face confirmed her suspicions, but he didn't tell her how or when it had happened.

"I did, didn't I?"

"Samantha, I can't talk about it. It's all part of the classified stuff I told you about."

She sighed. "How the hell am I supposed to know what really happened and what I'm making up when no one can talk about what I did?"

"I agree, but General Hammond. . ."

"General Hammond thinks I'm a security risk," she finished for him. "The only people I ever talk to are you, Janet, Cassie, Daniel and Teal'c. You're all in on this big secret, so why can't I be?"

"I agree, and I've tried to get him to change his mind. Believe me. But Samantha, look how many things you're starting to remember! It's just a matter of time."

Samantha looked at his hopeful face. "Jack, I have to admire your optimism, but let's face it. If I was going to remember the big, important things, I would have by now. We all have realize this is who I'm going to be." Jack nodded, pulling her close.

"Is who I am now going to be enough for you?" she asked hesitantly.

Jack placed his hands on either side of her face, drawing her into a long, deep kiss. "Any part of you is enough for me," he answered her sincerely.

Samantha wrapped her arms around him, burring her face in the crook of his neck, kissing the slightly salty skin there.

"So, does this mean I'm your boyfriend," he whispered into her hair, kissing her ear.

Samantha pulled back, smiling as she wiped a stray tear from under her eye. "Maybe, if you're lucky."

*********

Jack climbed behind the wheel of his car, actually looking forward to going home. When was the last time he was truly excited to be heading there? Before Charlie's death, certainly. After the accident, it became increasingly difficult to make the drive from the base to his house. At first he'd stall, claiming General West had held him up. Then he started to stop for a beer. One became two, and two became more until it was well after dark when he'd arrive home.

Sara pretended not to notice. She had her own ways of trying to forget. Forget her son was dead and her husband was fast becoming an alcoholic. He'd almost wished she'd had an affair. At least she would have had someone to turn to. Someone to hold her as she cried.

And then Sara was gone. The house might be empty, but the 'fridge was full--of beer. There was never any reason to hurry home from the base. But now things were different. Now Samantha was waiting for him.

General Hammond had called him back to work the day following their outing in the park with Cassie. It had been such a wonderful day, he didn't even argue when Hammond called an end to his leave. Since SG-1 was minus two duty-ready members, he was called back mostly to help with the clerical end of running the SGC. It wasn't something he looked forward to, but then there was the promise of "regular hours." He'd go into the base, work his shift and be home by six. Just like a regular guy.

He'd never had what could be termed a "normal" existence, and he couldn't say he'd actually wished for it. That is until he got into the habit of going off to work in the morning, kissing Samantha good-bye, and returning in the evening to an even more ardent kiss, usually dinner and an evening spent in her company.

Even when he'd been married to Sara things had never been "normal." He was a young officer, coming up through the ranks, and as such, he worked what hours he was given. Then, of course, there was Desert Storm, which completely eradicated any sense of normalcy from his life.

Now Jack was returning from his first mission since Daniel and Sam had been hurt. Teal'c had joined him, along with a couple of other soldiers who were temporarily without a team. Fortunately, it was a quiet reconn. With half his team basically unknown to him, Jack didn't want to find out the hard way how they reacted in a combat situation.

Half the time he thought how he missed Sam and Daniel on this mission, and the other half he just plain missed Sam. He'd been vague about where he was going and what he'd be doing, and to her credit, Samantha didn't ask questions he couldn't answer. Once back on the base, he'd had an overwhelming urge to call her, tell her he was back, but decided he'd rather surprise her instead.

Jack pulled up to the exit gate, waiting to be checked out. He was impatiently drumming his fingers on the steering wheel as the guard tried to expedite the process.

"Hot date tonight, sir?" he smiled, handing Jack a clipboard.

"Something like that," he grinned, quickly signing the exit form.

"Good luck," the guard said, barely managing to retrieve the clipboard before the colonel raced out of the parking lot.

When had it gotten to be that everything was about Samantha? He couldn't wait to return home, because she was there. He missed her terribly when he was at work, her absence even more pronounced when he'd stop by her former lab. He usually wasn't this sentimental. As a soldier, he couldn't afford to be, and yet, he found himself equating everything in terms of Samantha: what would she think of this project? How would she handle this situation? Would she laugh at his lame bitching over reports and requisitions? And most of all, had she missed him as much as he had her while he'd been gone?

Jack pulled into the driveway, turning off the ignition. Maybe he should have given her some warning, he thought. He wasn't due back until tomorrow, but he'd called an early end to the mission. He tried to believe the excuse he'd given Hammond about there being nothing to investigate on PB8-279. Truth was, he thought it was pointless to remain on a planet where nothing was happening when he could be with Samantha.

Unlocking his door, Jack called out for her. "Samantha? It's just me!" he shouted over the stereo, but she must not have heard him. Jack walked into the kitchen, watching her dance, singing at the top of her voice to some song on the radio as she stirred a pot.

"Samantha!" He called again, this time he was shouting.

Samantha jumped at the sound of his voice, whipping around with a look that went from astonished to embarrassed in a matter of seconds. "What are you doing here? You're not supposed to be home until tomorrow!"

"Well, thanks for that warm welcome! I'm glad I cut my mission short for this!" he teased, knowing he'd shocked her. It was only a moment before Samantha launched herself into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist, kissing him.

"God, I missed you! Why didn't you call?"

"So I could surprise you."

"You did that!" the next minute she was slapping his arm. "You weren't supposed to see me singing and dancing around the kitchen!"

"It was cute," he said, kissing her back, trying to let her down. Samantha wouldn't have it. She wrapped her legs all the tighter around him, pulling him into a fierce hug.

"I'm so glad to see you, I don't even care! How can three days feel like three weeks?"

"I know," he said, resting his forehead on hers. "All I could think about was you. Good thing we didn't run into any trouble, or we'd have been goners."

"During training exercises?"

"Casualties on paper, you know."

"Jack, you're not lying to me about what you were doing, are you?" she asked, pulling back to look in his eyes.

"Samantha, I promise you, most of the mission involved drills to acquaint us with each other." It <*was* true, he just didn't tell her it happened to be on a planet half-way across the galaxy.

"I'm so glad you're back," she said, kissing him slowly, but deeply. "I suppose you're going to be gone a lot more now, aren't you,?" she asked between alternately kissing his mouth and trailing her lips down his neck.

Jack groaned. "Yeah, probably."

"Then we shouldn't waste this opportunity, should we?" Samantha smiled at him before he captured her lips with his own. God she tasted good!

"Spaghetti," he said when they broke for air.

"What?"

"Spaghetti. It's what you're making right?" he said, dipping his head to kiss her again. "Too much basil," he teased, carrying her over to the stove, turning off burners, his mouth still locked on hers.

"And you know when something's too spicy just from kissing me?"

"I was hoping you could show me something spicy," he said, continuing to carry her through the living room, turning the sound down on the stereo as he passed it.

"Sure you don't want to leave the volume up?" she asked, moving his shirt aside to lightly bite his shoulder. "So the neighbors don't hear you screaming?"

"I've never screamed!" Jack cried, indignant.

"We'll see about that."

*********

*I can't believe Jack's sending me on this fool's errand,* Samantha thought angrily to herself as she climbed into his car, starting the engine with an extra roar. "I mean, I suppose I can't blame him for not remembering, but he saw I had dinner cooked. Did he have to have a *particular* brand of beer? What's wrong with the stockpile he's got?" She groused aloud. "And if *he* wants it so damn bad, why isn't *he* getting it himself?"

Samantha slammed the car into gear, pulling out of the driveway. It was her own fault for not saying "no." But when Jack looked at her with those puppy dog eyes and promised he'd "make it worth her while," she found herself holding her hand out for his keys.

The part that bugged her the most, was he didn't remember what day it was. Okay, so a one month anniversary was probably nothing to write home about, but hadn't it even crossed his mind? He seemed more complacent towards her tonight than he'd been since she started sleeping with him. The special dinner (no doubt ruined by now), candles and wine didn't clue him in? He probably just thought she had nothing better to do with her time. Ha!

"Calm down, Samantha. It's not like you reminded him and he just said 'huh,' like it meant nothing. Guys just don't remember stuff like anniversaries." Especially short-term ones, she thought.

Pulling into the liquor store Jack recommended, Samantha was even more miffed when the store was temporarily out of stock. The clerk suggested another store. All the way across town.

"Well," Samantha said, still talking to herself, "guess I might as well try and find it. If I come home without his precious beer, he'll probably just send me out again."

She sped out of the parking lot, narrowly missing a car making a left-hand turn. "He just better make this *damn* worth my while," Samantha fumed.

*********

Jack opened the door to Daniel's smiling, and Teal'c's stoic faces. "It's about time! Who knows how long she's going to be gone!"

"Jack, will you relax? Teal'c and I have things under control!"

"Not if Samantha comes back and finds you guys here!" he cried, ushering his friends into the house.

"How did you get rid of her, anyway?" Daniel asked.

"I sent her out for beer."

"Oh, that's original! You've only got enough stored in your basement to last through the next millennium!"

"Hey, it worked, didn't it?" Jack said. "You get everything?"

"It is in the car," Teal'c said. "I shall need your assistance."

"I hope there aren't any funerals going on today, 'cause I think we bought every flower in Colorado Springs," Daniel added, following them to his car. "If this is what you do for a one month anniversary, what's going to happen at a year?"

"I just hope we get to a year," Jack said.

"You guys aren't having problems, are you?" Daniel asked. "I mean is that the reason for the big show?"

"No! Things couldn't be better! I guess I just don't want to jinx it by thinking too far ahead."

"Yeah, I can relate to that," Daniel said, sadly.

Jack opened the car's back door. "Geeze, Daniel, how did you keep your allergies from killing you with all these flowers?"

"I took a bottle of anti-histamines," he said, before he caught a sneeze. "Apparently they're wearing off."

"Teal'c carry these in for me, will you?" Jack said. "I don't need Daniel dying on me when this is supposed to be a romantic evening."

"Samantha have any clue?" Daniel asked, sniffling.

"Not a one. She probably thinks I'm the most callous bastard that ever walked the Earth."

"Well, it's good to see her judgment hasn't been affected," Daniel teased.

Jack gave him a warning glance before shoving a bottle of champagne and a silver bucket into Daniel's good arm. "Think you can handle that, funny guy?"

"Got it covered," he smiled at Jack.

"What?" he asked, noting Daniel's smirk.

"Nothing. It's just. . .nothing."

"What?" Jack asked again, his tone getting sharper.

"I've just never seen you like this, that's all."

"What, is it a crime to want to make Samantha happy?"

"No, but it's a little hard to reconcile that you're the same guy who's so. . .military on a mission."

"Just because I'm not all warm and fuzzy when we're off-world doesn't mean I can't be," Jack said, defensively.

"I'm just saying. . . ."

"Yeah, I know. It doesn't exactly fit the profile, right? Daniel, don't you think I've second-guessed myself to death about this? Just to know she's gonna light up when she sees this is enough for me to make an utter fool of myself."

"You're not making a fool of yourself," Daniel reassured him. I just wouldn't start talking about candles and flowers next time you're in the showers."

Jack smiled at him, lightly slapping Daniel's face. "And if you ever tell, I've got ways even the ancient Egyptian's never thought of to torture you!"

Teal'c stepped out of the house. "I believe all is in readiness for Samanthacarter."

"What, you arranged the flowers?" Jack asked skeptically.

"I did."

Jack and Daniel followed Teal'c into the house. There was a path of blossoms leading from the front door to the bed room, where Teal'c had several varieties of flowers arranged in vases about the room.

"Wow," was all Daniel could say.

"Yeah," Jack added. "If the team ever breaks up, you'll have a great career as a florist."

"We choose several type of flowers as we did not know what Samanthacarter's favorite was," Teal'c said.

Jack was still stunned by the transformation of his bedroom. "Teal'c don't take this the wrong way, but how does a Jaffa, a First Prime at that, know how to do. . .this? I mean, I don't see flower arranging as a big Jaffa pastime."

"My wife, Drey'auc loves flowers," was all he said. Teal'c rarely spoke of his wife, but when he did, Jack could see the pain in his eyes, regardless of the hard set to his facial features. He didn't know what he'd do if he was placed in Teal'c's situation: separated from his family by his convictions to fight the Goa'uld. He couldn't imagine leaving Samantha to live on an alien world. Teal'c had a stronger sense of duty than any man he'd ever met. In the military or out. A man who truly understood what "honor" meant.

"Thanks guys, I can't thank you enough for all you've done for me. . .for us."

"Piece of cake, Jack. I'm sure you'd do the same for us. Let us know what she says, okay?"

"Just so long as you guys get out of here before she gets back!" Jack said, pushing them towards the door. "Oh, and one more thing. Either of you calls me tonight, you're dead!"

He hustled them out before they could say anything else, grateful Samantha was still on her quest. Now all he had to do was calm down, and everything would be fine.

*********

Jack watched through the curtains as Samantha neared the house. Oh, she did *not* look happy!

He quickly dove for the sofa, picking up a magazine, playing at nonchalance, as the door opened, then closed with a slam.

Samantha held out the imported brew he'd requested. "Here's your beer. Can we eat now? Or is dinner ruined?"

Jack didn't look up from his magazine, shrugging his shoulders. "I guess."

Samantha looked down, noticing something littering the carpet in the semi-dark room. "Damn it, Jack! I spent all day cleaning and you're not home five minutes and there's garbage all over!"

Jack put down the magazine. "Look again," he requested.

Samantha took a closer look as he turned up the lights. "Flowers? What are. . . "

"Follow the yellow brick road!" he said, standing and taking the beer from her hands.

Samantha gave him a strange look, but followed the petals down the hallway to the bedroom. Opening the door, she gasped. "You remembered?"

"It was kind of an important day," he said, coming up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, resting his head on her shoulder. Samantha's arms gripped his, hugging him closer.

"But how? I mean I wasn't gone all that long and. . .Jack! That damn beer was just to get me out of the house! I was so mad at you!" she said, lightly punching his arm.

"Am I forgiven?"

"After this? I think I could forgive you anything," she said, turning to face him. "Who'd have thought the tough Colonel could have such a romantic side."

"Just don't tell anyone!" Jack held her close, tucking her head under his chin. He felt something wet on his chest and pulled back to see her crying.

"Hey! What's with the tears? This was supposed to make you happy!"

"I am happy,:" she said, wiping the drops from her eyes. I just can't believe you went to all this trouble for me."

"Dry those eyes," he said, taking some of the moisture from her face with his thumb. "It wasn't any trouble. Now, if you ask Danny and Teal'c, you might get a different answer."

"They were in on this too? You guys. . . ."

"We care about you, Samantha. They volunteered, actually. Well, after I told them I needed some help!"

"I just don't know what to say. You continually surprise me, Jack."

"Glad I keep you on your toes," he said, pulling her close once more, kissing her hair. God, she smelled good. He could tell she'd prepared things for him as well. The immaculate house, the perfume that drove him mad when ever he caught a whiff of it. The smell of dinner cooking. . . . Shit! Dinner! Samantha had obviously gone to a lot of trouble, but in his haste to have her gone, he forgot to give her time to surprise him with it.

"Samantha, about you're dinner. . . . I'm sorry, I guess I was so wrapped up in my plans I didn't think you'd have some as well."

"It's okay. You're forgiven for that as well," she said, tilting her head back to kiss him.

"Think it's still edible?"

"Maybe. Don't you want to take advantage of this beautiful room?" she asked, starting to unbutton his shirt.

"Oh, I plan on making *very* good use of it, but let's go slow. Let's have your dinner and see where we end up," he said with a knowing smile. "Besides, didn't I tell you I'd make that beer run worth your while?"

*********

Samantha lay across Jack's chest, idly playing with the sparse hair under her fingers. "Any time you need more beer, you just let me know," she smiled, feeling her eyes start to close.

It had been a magical evening all the way around. Once she'd returned home, that is. She still couldn't believe he'd gone to all this trouble for a one month anniversary. It dwarfed her own plans for the night. God, she loved him! So how come she'd never said the words? Physically, she certainly expressed how much she cared for him. Was it that much of a stretch to say the words?

Of course, Jack wasn't any better. He told her in so many ways how he loved her other than actually telling her. She could hardly fault him for that when she'd done the same thing. It didn't bother her, really, but it *would* complete the evening if he said those three little words.

Jack was trailing his hand slowly, up and down her spine, apparently with no real intention or destination in mind. It felt good just to be in his arms, nestled close to him.

"Samantha," he said, "there's something I've been meaning to tell you for sometime, but the moment just never seemed right."

Samantha shifted, propping herself up on her elbows so she could see his face. He wore such a serious expression, she felt a knot start to form in the pit of her stomach.

"Daniel's been telling me for weeks I should just say it, but the timing was never right."

*Oh my, God!* she thought. *He's actually going to say it!* Samantha interrupted him before he could finish his confession.

"I've wanted to tell you too! But you're right, the timing was just never there! But you've made this such a special night. Jack, I love you."

At first he looked a little shocked she'd said the words before him, but then he got a gleam in his eye. The one that told her he was about to give her some smart ass comment.

"Actually, all I wanted to say, was I don't mind if you use my razor."

Samantha whacked her hand down on his chest, knowing he was teasing her.

"Okay, you're right. But you beat me to the punch! How do I follow up on that without sounding corny?"

"Why don't you try it. I'll let you know if you sound trite."

Jack sat up further in the bed, rolling Samantha over so she was cradled in his arms. "I don't know how I got so lucky," he started. "I mean, what the heck are you doing with a grizzled old soldier like me anyway?"

She was about to speak, but Jack placed his fingers on her lips. "You better let me finish this or you may never hear it again," he smiled tenderly at her. "Samantha, you've told me from the time you woke up you've felt this 'bond' with me. What I never told you was I feel the same way about you. The day we butted heads when we first met should have been a clue there was some unexplainable 'link' with us. I guess I'm a little slow on the up-take," he grinned at her. "What I'm trying to say in my usual, awkward way is, I love you, Samantha."

She was speechless. Was there no limit to the depths this man could move her? Samantha reached up, sliding her hand along Jack's neck, pulling his head towards hers. She kissed him, gently. It wasn't arousingly passionate, but it was full of promise.

Jack gathered her into his arms, hugging tight. "I love you so much," was all his constricted throat seemed to manage.

Samantha returned his hug, just as fiercely. "I don't care anymore that I can't remember my past. I feel as if I've known you forever and I've been reborn, like this is another life."

Jack stiffened in her arms. "What did you say?"

"I said I feel like this is a new life. Jack? What's wrong?"

"I've got to call Daniel!"

"Excuse me? We're in the middle of a 'moment' here and you have to call Daniel? I mean I know you guys are close, but. . . ."

He silenced her with a quick kiss, pushing her away so he could exit the bed. He picked up the phone, dialing the numbers almost frantically.

Samantha stared at him open mouthed. Jack had a lot of quirks, but this one had to beat all.

Jack stood by the phone, naked, tapping his foot impatiently. "Come on, Daniel! Pick it up!"

*********

"Hello?"

"Daniel! Great! You are home!"

"Jack? Didn't you warn me, under penalty of death, I shouldn't call you? Doesn't that go both ways?"

"How fast can you and Teal'c get over here?"

"Jack?"

"You heard me! How fast?"

"Jack, it's two in the morning!"

"Yeah, 0200 military time, what's your point?" Jack could tell Daniel was confused, but he was getting tired of him stating the obvious when there were plans to be made!

"Look, I don't know what kind of kinky stuff you and Samantha are into now, but I don't think. . ."

"Daniel! For cryin' out loud! What kind of a pervert do you think I am? Wait! Don't answer that! Look, Samantha said something tonight that got me thinking, but I don't want to discuss it over the phone. So, would you guys please come over here?"

"Does Samantha know what's going on?" Daniel asked.

"I'll explain it to her when I hang up. Are you coming?"

Jack heard Daniel sigh on the other end of the line. "Yeah, we'll be there. Give us about a half an hour."

"Okay. Thanks, buddy."

Jack turned around to see Samantha lying back, reclining on her elbows in the rumpled bed. She was modestly covered with a sheet he promptly whipped off.

"Come on! You have to get dressed! Teal'c and Daniel will be here in about a half an hour."

"I gather that," she said dryly, trying to grab the sheet back from him. "What is this all about? I mean, any other time we've made love you haven't seen the need to jump out of bed and call Daniel."

Jack walked around the room, blowing out candles. "I just got a crazy idea from what you said, and I want to talk it over with them."

"What did I say?" Samantha asked, thoroughly confused.

"The bit about this being a new life. About being reborn." He turned his attention back to her, pulling her up, giving her a quick kiss and a swat on her bottom. "Hurry up! They'll be here soon!"

Samantha stopped dead in her tracks, crossing her arms over her exposed chest. "Jack, I refuse to move until you tell me what this is all about!"

"Fine, I don't care if you greet them naked. On second thought, yes, I do. Samantha will you *please* get dressed? I promise if this turns out the way I think it will, I'll be able to tell you everything."

"And if it doesn't?"

"Then you'll have something to torture me with for months to come."

Samantha threw up her arms in resignation. "Okay, I guess I should know by now it doesn't do any good to argue with you. But you better have a *damn* good reason for cutting this night short."

"Trust me, if this works out, it'll be a whole new phase to our relationship."

Jack quickly dressed in a pair of old jeans and a T-shirt. This wasn't exactly how he'd planned to spend the latter part of his evening, especially after barring his soul to Samantha. But her words, about this being a new life struck a chord within him and he couldn't ignore the totally crazy thoughts that had raced through his brain. It was so crazy, it might actually work.

A firm knock on the door brought Jack out of his reverie. He was about to answer the door, but Samantha beat him to it. He heard the conversation as he left his bedroom.

"Uh, hi, Samantha. I'm sorry about all this. I know this was supposed to be a romantic evening for you two and. . ."

"Daniel, it's okay. Really. I just wish I knew what this was about."

"He didn't tell you either?"

"He just said hopefully after he talked to you he'd be able to tell me everything. Whatever that means."

Jack stepped into the living room. "Hey, Daniel, Teal'c! Thanks for coming over."

Three pairs of eyes focused on him, waiting for an explanation for their middle-of-the-night conference. Jack walked over to Samantha, cupping her face and giving her a light kiss.

"Samantha, I'm sorry to ask you this, but could you give us a minute? I need to talk to them alone first."

Jack looked into her eyes and saw confusion, but she slowly nodded. "Okay, Jack. God knows why, but I trust you."

Jack still caressed her face, his thumb gently moving across her cheek as she attempted a smile. "I'll wait in the bedroom."

Once he heard the door shut, Jack launched into his plan.

*********

It was crazy. It was nuts. He might just be onto something. It just might work. All these thoughts raced through Daniel's mind as Jack outlined his plan to help Samantha regain her memories.

"Daniel, on the planet you and Sam were hurt on, didn't you tell me they believed in reincarnation?"

"Yeah, but it's a major part of many religions, in fact. . ."

"Yeah, I got ya. And didn't you also say they've got some kind of 'ceremony' for awakening memories of their past lives?"

"Yes, oddly enough it's called 'The Awakening.' But I don't see how this has anything to do with Sam's memories. She didn't die."

"But she said to me tonight that she felt like she'd been reborn. That this was a new life. That's what got me thinking about the Arrissans."

"Well, it was figurative. Especially in Sam's case since she didn't die."

"Okay, I get that part," Jack said. "But what if this 'awakening' could be used on her to access the memories she's lost? I'm sure it's all in there somewhere. There's too much of 'Sam' in Samantha for her to have totally lost who she was. It's like it's behind a locked door or something."

"You might have a point," Daniel said sitting on the edge of Jack's sofa. "I'm not sure what the ceremony entails, we really didn't cover specifics in the short time I had to talk with their leader." Daniel knew Jack didn't miss his insinuation that if he'd had more time with Ishandar, he might have gotten more information. But then the Goa'uld still would have attacked, breaking up their little metaphysical chat.

"However they do it, do you think it's possible they could try it on Samantha?"

Daniel raked a hand through his long hair. "I suppose, theoretically, it's possible. But we don't know physically how different the Arrissan's are from us. I mean, they look like us, but their brains might be wired completely differently. Attempting this might do more harm than good."

"I expected there to be some risk involved, but I think it's worth it."

"Should it not be Samanthacarter's decision?" Teal'c asked from the chair he now occupied. Both men turned to look at him. Sometimes he was so quiet, it was hard to remember he was in the room.

"Okay," Daniel said, "Supposing this could work, how do we get her to Arrissa? General Hammond has not only revoked Sam's security clearance, he's put a lock-down on Arrissa because of our being attacked there."

"We treat it like a covert operation, which, in essence, it is."

"Let me get this straight, you're willing to 'break into' the SGC, initiate an unauthorized mission to Arrissa, risk your career and your life--not to mention ours--just on a hunch? A theory?"

"You left out that I'll have to tell Samantha about the Stargate program in order to get her there. That's gotta break a couple a hundred regs alone."

"And what if Ishandar isn't there? She could have been killed in the Goa'uld attack after we left! Or 'gated to another planet! Or a later attack!"

"Then we'll find someone who *can* help her," Jack said with determination. "Daniel, I have to try this! It's not that I'm not happy with Samantha, but she's only half the woman Sam was, half the woman she could be. I owe it to her to try to restore her memories."

"And what if Sam's conscience comes back with her? What if all the reasons that kept you apart before are back again once she remembers her commitment to the military?"

"I'll deal with that when, and if it happens. Look, guys, I know I'm asking a lot here. I'm going to try this with or without your help. It's only a request, by no means an order."

"I shall accompany you," Teal'c said.

Daniel sighed. "If Ishandar's gone, I guess you're going to need someone to help you find another person who might be able to perform the ceremony."

"You sure you're up to it?" Jack asked, motioning towards his arm. He was doing better with the therapy, but he knew he wasn't in top form. There's no way Janet would have cleared him for 'gate travel.

"No, but what have I got to lose, other than my best friends? If you go down, Jack, we all go down."

Jack cleared his throat, seemingly struggling with his emotions. "Uh, thanks, guys. Let's tell Samantha."

*********

Jack wondered: how do you explain something like the Stargate to someone who's already questioning your sanity? How did he make it sound plausible, and not the premise for a science fiction television show? He'd removed all the evidence from his home about what he did on Cheyenne Mountain, so all he had to convince Samantha he was telling her the truth was the support of his friends, who she knew would lie through their teeth for him if he asked them too.

Jack knocked on his bedroom door. "Samantha?" He opened it slowly to see her lying on the re-made bed, staring at the ceiling. She sat up as he approached her.

"Well, can you tell me what's going on now? Or is there going to be more secrecy?"

"I'd. . .we'd like you to join us. I promise, no more secrets about anything. What you did on the base, what I've been talking to Danny and Teal'c about. Everything."

Samantha looked at him with surprise, as if she'd expected more of the same run-around he'd been offering her lately. She followed him into the living room where Daniel and Teal'c were seated.

"Hi guys. Hey! How about a beer? We just got some great imported stuff," she said, casting a glance at Jack. "It was a little difficult to find, but the drive was nice."

Daniel looked uncomfortable with Samantha's jibe about her "errand," but motioned to the seat next to him on the couch.

She looked from one man to the next. "What's up? Why do you guys look so serious? I was just kidding about the beer thing."

"Samantha, what we're going to tell you has to stay in this room, regardless of what you decide. Jack--all of us, actually--could get in some really big trouble if this gets out," Daniel said.

"What's the big deal, you guys hiding aliens on the base? Like Area 51 stuff or something?"

"Area 52, actually," Jack said. "And it's bigger than any rumors of 'little green men.'"

"It's more like a whole lot of 'green men,'" Daniel added.

"Okay, you guys are confusing me here. Just tell me what this is about!"

Jack paced the floor, wondering where to begin. "Does the word 'Stargate' or the term 'SGC' mean anything to you?"

"Yeah, Janet asked me about that the day I woke up, but I don't know what it means."

"Cheyenne Mountain houses an artifact found in Egypt, in 1928 that was buried since ancient times. It's a two-story ring with hieroglyphs etched into an inner ring that moves independently of the outer rim. In 1994, Daniel was called in to help decipher the glyphs, to try to ascertain what the relic actually was. He's the one who discovered it was called a 'Stargate' but until he'd broke the code of the language, no one had any real idea what it was."

Daniel picked up the next thread of the narrative. "We had a theory, from the writing, that it was a portal of some kind, but to where, we didn't know. It turns out the 'gate creates a stable wormhole allowing trans-galactic travel." He paused for a moment, giving Samantha time to absorb the information she'd just been given.

"Let me get this straight. Somewhere on the base there's this big ring that creates a 'wormhole' so you can travel to other planets? You're kidding, right?" She looked at Jack for confirmation. This was going to be hard for her to believe. After all, it was inconceivable something like this existed, let alone that it remained a secret.

"Okay," she said holding up one hand, rubbing her forehead with another. "Let's assume for the minute you're telling me the truth. What do you guys have to do with this. . . ."

"Stargate," Jack supplied.

"Okay, Stargate."

"SGC stands for Stargate Command," Jack told her. I'm second-in-command there, after General Hammond. The four of us, you, me, Daniel and Teal'c are part of a reconnaissance/exploration team called SG-1."

"SG standing for Stargate," Samantha surmised.

"Right. Currently there's 13 SG teams with various areas of expertise, but we're considered to be the best of the best," Jack said with not a little pride. "There's any number of missions that run concurrently, so there may be several SG teams off-world at one time."

Samantha stood, joining Jack in his pacing. "You don't really expect me to believe this, do you? That I am--was--part of a planet-hopping exploration team? Come on, Jack! Stuff like this doesn't really happen!"

"He's telling you the truth, Samantha!" Daniel implored.

"Oh, and I should believe you, right? You'd jump through a hoop if Jack asked you to!"

"Yeah, I would. And you know why? Because he's my friend, *and* the commander of my team. I don't have to listen to his orders. I'm not in the military. But I do, because I respect him. There isn't anything I wouldn't do for him. Same as Teal'c. Same as you. That's what makes SG-1 special. What makes me put up with all the covert bullshit. And we miss you being a part of our team. We want you back."

Jack just stared at Daniel. He respected him? Well, on some level he guessed Daniel had faith in him, but he'd never stated he respected him. Jack was always under the impression Daniel put up with him and his sarcasm towards archeology and science in general. But as Jack had come to see a different side to Daniel, so, it seemed, Daniel had come to see a different side of him.

"Want me back?" Samantha questioned, interrupting Jack's train of thought. "How could I come back when A., I don't believe this, and B., I don't remember what I did! How can I be a part of a military team when I don't know the first thing about it?" The volume of her voice continued to raise as she argued with Daniel. "I know you guys want me to remember being Sam, but I *just don't!* Don't you think if there were some way I could remember what it's like to be her I wouldn't jump at the chance?"

Daniel looked over at Jack. "Do you really mean that?"

"Of course I do!" she practically shouted.

"Samantha," Jack said. "There might be a way." He pulled her back over to the sofa, seating her on the edge of the couch. He took a seat opposite her on the coffee table, clasping her hands in his. "This is why we had to tell you about the Stargate," he began.

"The planet you were hurt, where Daniel was hurt, was P6J-847 or Arrissa. We were on a reconnaissance mission. While we were there, we found the 'natives' had a culture similar to ancient Greece, but more like the myths of Atlantis." Jack could see Samantha wasn't buying it. In her eyes, Atlantis probably ranked right up there with Martians. He couldn't say he blamed her. If he hadn't been there, hadn't seen it for himself, he wouldn't have believed it either.

"You and Daniel went with Ishandar, the leader of the Arrissans, and while you were talking to her, she revealed her people have a ceremony they use to remember their past lives, called 'The Awakening.' Now, we're not sure it will work, but there's a good chance these people might be able to restore your memories with this ceremony."

Samantha looked between Daniel and Jack, clearly unconvinced.

"That's kind of the 'Cliff's Notes' version," Daniel said.

"So how did we get hurt?" Samantha asked.

"Goa'uld Death Gliders were attacking the city where the Arrissans live," Teal'c said, contributing to the conversation for the first time.

"Goa. . . ."

"Goa'uld," Teal'c repeated. They are the enemy my people and the Tau'ri--your people--are battling.

"Teal'c, maybe now's not the time to bring all that up," Jack said. "We'll get to it later."

"Goa'uld," Samantha said, "that's the word you used the day we ordered pizza at my place. You said the anchovies reminded you of little Goa'ulds. But you made it sound like I'd misunderstood you and said 'ghouls.'"

"I slipped up, forgot we weren't supposed to talk about anything from our missions."

"But Jack, it doesn't mean it's real! It just means you believe all this!" Samantha looked over to Teal'c. "How did we get hurt?"

"Danieljackson was attempting to save Ishandar from the Death Glider's energy weapons. He was struck in the shoulder."

"And what about me?"

"You and O'Neill were assisting Danieljackson to the 'gate. While en route, we were attacked again. My staff weapon disabled the Death Glider, but the explosion ejected a piece of metal which struck you here," Teal'c said, pointing to his temple. "We were not aware you were seriously injured until we returned through the Stargate."

"And it was this little piece of metal that put me in a coma?" she laughed. "Where do you guys come up with this stuff?"

"I was under the impression Dr. Fraiser had informed you of the nature of your injury," Teal'c said.

"Uh, no," Jack added. "Another one of the General's directives. He told the doc it was better if she didn't know *what,* exactly, caused the coma. Janet didn't approve, but she had her orders."

Samantha pulled her hands away from Jack, giving him a soulful look. "Why are you doing this?" she asked, her eyes pleading. "Why all these stories, these fantastic tales? Was tonight just to soften the blow when I found out you're all certifiable?" Tears were starting to form in her eyes. "You're scaring me, Jack!"

Jack leaned forward and gathered her in a hug. "Samantha, I'm sorry. I know this is a lot to take in at once. And I know how it sounds. I just don't know how to prove to you we're telling you the truth."

"Perhaps I may be able to assist you," Teal'c said. "Samanthacarter, on my world I am what is know as a 'Jaffa' a host to a Goa'uld larvae. I have a symbiotic relationship with it. In exchange for the use of my body, the Goa'uld gives me perfect health and long life." Teal'c stood, pulling his T-shirt out of the waistband of his pants.

"Teal'c, I'm not so sure this is a good idea. . . ." Jack warned.

"Maybe if she sees an actual alien, she'll believe what we've said," Daniel said.

Jack felt Samantha stiffen in his arms, but she didn't look away as Teal'c revealed an "X"-like marking on his stomach. Jack felt himself tense. He knew all about "Junior," but every time he saw the larvae, it gave him the creeps. He couldn't imagine what Samantha's reaction was going to be. But Daniel was right. They had no evidence to back up their claim. And now that she knew part of the story, she was more of a security risk than if she knew everything.

Samantha watched in sick fascination as *something* began moving in Teal'c's stomach, working it's way through the incision-like marking on his abdomen.

"Oh my, God!" she cried once the larvae was partially revealed. "Oh, shit! Let me go! Jack! Please! Let me go!" Samantha struggled out of Jack's grasp, backing away from Teal'c. "Stop it! Please!" She was practically hysterical. She'd backed against the wall, feeling her way along the furniture, almost knocking over a lamp in her haste to exit the room. Samantha looked at the men frozen before her. No one seemed to move except for Teal'c who, imperceptibly as possible, lowered his shirt.

"I've got to get out of here," she mumbled, running a hand through her hair, eyes wide. She made a dash for the door but Jack reached her first. "Please, Jack. I've got to get out of here!"

Jack grabbed her by her upper arms, spinning her to face him. "Samantha! Just calm down! I can explain all this, I know it's a shock! Let me help you!"

"Let her go, Jack," Daniel said. "She'll be all right. She just needs some time to absorb this all."

"And how the hell would *you* know?"

"You keep saying she's the 'same old Sam' underneath it all. She won't do anything foolish."

Jack looked at Samantha's panicked features. It was one of the hardest things he'd ever done to let her go. To trust she'd come around on her own. But Daniel was right. Sam wouldn't do anything crazy. She just had to sort it all out. Analyze, compartmentalize and organize what she'd just learned. And to do that, she needed to be alone.

Jack released his hold on her, watching her bolt out the door, hoping to hell he'd done the right thing.

*********

Samantha ran blindly down the street. She didn't care where she ended up, just so long as it was away from Jack's house. This was insane! He couldn't really have been telling her the truth, could he? And what the *hell* was that *thing* inside Teal'c? She'd always known he was different and had a different relationship with Jack than Daniel did, but she figured it was because he was foreign. She had no idea how truly foreign he was! Oh, God! Was she actually starting to believe what she'd seen? What they'd told her?

Samantha ran until she couldn't draw another breath. Looking up, she recognized a small neighborhood park that was a good mile from Jack's house. There were a few picnic tables and a set of swings, which she headed for. Sitting on the seat, she propelled herself into the air as fast as she could, letting the air rush by her as she rose higher and higher. Samantha closed her eyes, making her mind concentrate on the sensation of flying. Even though it was still dark in the pre-dawn hours, there was something liberating about closing her eyes to the street lights and flying through totally dark space.

*Is that what it's like to travel through a wormhole?* she found herself thinking. No! Her mind snapped. She wasn't going to think about any of that! She was just going to concentrate on what a wonderful night Jack had given her. Before he called Daniel. Before he told her some aliens on another world might be able to restore her memories, before she saw. . . .

"Stop it!" she said, aloud, dragging her feet on the ground to stop the motion of the swing. She ground her palms into her eyes as if the action could remove the memory of seeing something from "Invasion of The Body Snatchers" moving around in Teal'c.

Obviously she wasn't going to put these events out of her mind. Maybe it would just be better to take them one at a time. Look at them logically and find a reasonable explanation for them.

Okay. First there was this Stargate thing. Was it possible there was a device that could do what Jack, Daniel and Teal'c claimed it could? That it could send people across the galaxy? Kind of like a transporter from Star Trek, but on a bigger scale? But that was pure fiction! The idea of space ships moving faster than the speed of light seemed more plausible than what Jack had just told her.

Then there was the top secret nature of their work. Well, she could see why ludicrous tales like this wouldn't be common knowledge! Every kook in the country, hell the world, would be knocking on the fence trying to get onto the base. Regardless if it were actually true.

And these "Arrissans." She was really supposed to believe that some other--for lack of a better word--culture, might be able to restore her memories, when modern science hadn't even been able to ascertain why she had amnesia in the first place? They were probably just some crazies living in the desert somewhere, that Jack had met in the early seventies and convinced him--while high--they had the key to enlightenment. It certainly made more sense than an alien race on the other side of the galaxy!

And last, and certainly far from least was Teal'c. There was no explanation for him. Samantha had always thought he had an exotic look about him, but that could be explained by mixed parentage or any number of "ordinary" circumstances. The thing in his stomach, though. There was nothing "ordinary" about that. And he seemed so calm about it! Calling it his "symbiote!" Like he really had a relationship with some form of parasitic life!

What it really came down to was her trust in Jack. The night may have been fraught with fantastic tales, but one thing remained true--he wouldn't lie to her. She felt it just as surely as she did her "connection" with him. So where did that leave her if she believed them? If she believed *him?* Did that make her as crazy as the others?

Samantha wandered around the park for about another hour, trying to decide what to do. She could go back, claim to believe him and see how he reacted, or just go back to her apartment, forget she ever knew this bunch of loons. Deep in her heart, she knew that wasn't an option. She loved Jack too much to write him out of her life. She couldn't do it, not to herself, and not to him.

*God! Why did this have to come up tonight of all nights?* she thought to herself, blinking back tears. Jack finally told her he loved her, and here she was, walking around in a park in the pre-dawn twilight trying to decide if she should return to his house.

Samantha rubbed her arms. Once some of the shock and the heat from her run had worn off, she realized how chilly the night air was. That, more than anything prompted her to walk back to Jack's.

*********

Jack paced the living room, trying to decide if he should start looking for Samantha or continue to take Daniel's advice and let her come back on her own. Of course, there was always the chance he'd miss her if he went out, so he stayed put. Having done every domestic chore he could think of to occupy his mind and hands, he paced. Since Samantha had already cleaned earlier in the day, there wasn't much to do beyond vacuuming up the flowers and doing the dishes.

Removing the flowers from the carpet caused his stomach to tighten. It had started out to be such a great evening, only to end in disaster.

"Me and my bright ideas," he mumbled to himself, running a hand through his short hair. "Just couldn't keep your mouth shut about the Stargate and Arrissa, could ya? Ya had to bombard her with all this. . .science fiction crap in one big dose, didn't ya? Well, I hope you're happy! Now she's gone! Probably for good!" Jack spoke to the empty living room, having sent Teal'c and Daniel packing soon after Samantha left. They offered to stay, but Jack told them he needed some time alone.

Now he'd had about as much time alone as he could stand. He was in the process of grabbing his jacket when he heard the front door open.

"Samantha?" he called, running from the living room. The sun was just coming up, framing her in the entryway. He wanted to reach out, take her in his arms, but there was something about her stance that made him keep his distance. She hadn't believed him. The thought was like a knife into his already tense stomach.

"Hello, Jack," she said, as if she'd just stopped by to see what was up. He noticed she was hugging her arms, obviously cold. Jack took his jacket, and placed it around her shoulders. She accepted the gesture, so he pushed a little further, taking her hand and leading her into the living room.

"Want some coffee? It'll help warm you up," he offered. He felt like they were strangers, mere acquaintances making polite conversation.

"Yeah, that would be great, thanks."

Jack went to the kitchen to get her a mug of coffee, mentally warning himself to let her do the talking, to take things at her own pace.

"Thanks," she said as she accepted his offering. She was sitting on the sofa and he watched her take a sip, waiting for her to say something. *Anything.* She set the mug on the table before her, clasping her hands so tightly her knuckles turned white.

"I'm kind of at a loss for what to say," she said, gaze fixed on her hands. "What do you say when your lover tells you he's involved in some top-secret sci-fi mission?" she tried to joke.

"Believe him because he'd never lie to you?"

Samantha looked up. "Well, that was the deciding factor in my returning here. That and the fact it's a little hard to refute the 'evidence' you presented me."

"So you *do* believe me?" he asked, moving closer to her.

Samantha held up her hand as if to ward him off. "I don't know what to think right now, Jack. The only thing I know for sure is you weren't lying about Teal'c."

Jack rubbed his hand across his face, suddenly remembering the drawing Daniel had made of the Stargate before he'd kicked him and Teal'c out.

Walking into the kitchen, he retrieved the drawing. "Daniel made you this picture, hoping it would give you a better concept of what the Stargate is. Needless to say, he shouldn't give up his 'day job' to become an artist! Of course the symbols are accurate, it's the only thing he remembers with absolute clarity." Jack knew he was babbling, trying to fill the empty silence of his house.

Samantha looked at the picture, a strange look on her face. "I . . .I think I know this!" she said, still looking at the lined notebook paper with the sketch on it. She moved her fingers around the representation of a circle. "Cha. . .Chappa. . .Chappa'ai?" She looked up at Jack for confirmation.

His mouth had to be hanging open! How the hell had she remembered *that* when she didn't remember it as the Stargate?

"Uh, ya! That's right! But how did you. . . .?"

"I don't know," she said, looking back down at the paper. "What does it mean? I mean it's not an English word, is it?"

"No! It's from Abydos! The first planet we 'gated to in 1994. The first one *you* 'gated to in 1997. It's the Abydosian word for 'Stargate.'"

"And this symbol," she said, pointing to a triangular shape with a small circle at it's apex, "this means 'home?'"

"Well, point of origin or Earth, so yeah! That's right! But how. . ." he started to ask again.

Samantha started to rub her forehead as if her head ached. "I don't know, I don't know!" she shouted. "It was just. . .there! God, my head feels like it's going to split apart!" she almost whimpered, holding her hands to the sides of her head.

"Come on," Jack said, helping her to lie down on the couch, "Just relax. I'll get a blanket. Maybe if you get some rest your head will feel better. Has this happened before?"

"Mmm hmm," she mumbled. "When I was still in the infirmary. I was trying to remember and. . . ." her voice trailed off.

"Did Janet give you anything for it?"

"Yeah, some kick-ass sedative," she tried to smile.

"Sorry, I'm all out of heavy-duty drugs. Think some aspirin or ibuprofen would work?"

"might. . . ." she said, turning onto her side.

Jack quickly retrieved a bottle of pain killers, trying to decide if it were better to exceed the recommended dose because of the severity of her pain, or if her condition would make her more susceptible to side effects. He opted for one over the limit.

"Sit up a little, Samantha. Here's some water."

She took the pills and lay back down, her eyes already closing. Jack took the down comforter off his bed, returning to tuck it around her. Just before she drifted off to sleep, she opened her eyes, meeting his.

"Don't look so worried, Jack. I'll be fine. And I believe you."

*********

In the days that followed, Jack answered more questions about the Stargate program than he had at Senator Kinsey's inquest. Samantha's mind was going a mile a minute, and he swore, if she asked him one more time how it actually worked, he was going to throttle her. He was tempted to appropriate her own notes on the tech behind the Stargate from the SGC. Maybe even without remembering her research, she could make some sense of it and stop bugging him when he didn't have the answers.

Jack really wasn't angry about Samantha's eagerness to learn all she could. How could he be? It was like he had Sam back. Well, on one level, anyway. Sam minus the technobabble.

Daniel had been relieved when Jack informed him Samantha had returned, and how his drawing had proved to be the break through they needed to convince her they were telling her the truth.

"I *knew* we shouldn't have cut Sam out of the loop," Daniel had said. "Think of all the time we've wasted by not allowing her deeper into the SGC."

Jack agreed, but there was nothing they could do about it now. On the other hand, if Samantha *had* recognized the Stargate early on, they might have tried going back to Arrissa sooner. It was a case of choosing the lesser of two evils. Without the extra time spent in her company, Jack doubted they would have become closer. Fallen in love. But they also wouldn't have broken every fraternization regulation in the book either. But they *had* fallen in love, and they did *break* every rule. There was no way to change that. The only thing they could do was to go ahead with their plan to return to P6J-847 as soon as possible.

Jack's house practically became a command center as he, and the rest of his team, including Samantha, planned their "invasion" of the SGC. Jack had considered going to the general, explaining what they hoped to accomplish, but he knew Hammond viewed another foray onto the planet to be too risky because of the erratic Goa'uld attacks. Especially given there was no way to tell if Ishandar was alive, or if the ceremony would work on Samantha.

But Jack had to try. Even Daniel had come around about going back to Arrissa. Teal'c didn't seem to have an opinion. Only that he would go where his friends needed him.

Jack, Daniel, Teal'c and Samantha sat around the kitchen table, helping themselves to lukewarm pizza. Jack had a print-out of the SG missions for the next week with departure and return times lined up in columns.

"According to this," Jack said, his mouth full of pizza, "there's a slow period, here, on Thursday at 0300. No one shipping out, no one expected back."

"But won't we look even more suspicious if we go when there's no scheduled 'gate activity?" Daniel asked.

"Yes, and no," Jack answered. "On the plus side we have that the 'gate room is probably going to be staffed with a bunch of kids. Rookies getting their time in while not much is going on. But you're right, it might look suspicious if we suddenly turn up on the base at that time in the morning."

"We often depart and return at odd hours," Teal'c observed.

"Yes, but even some novice Airman might put two and two together and realize SG-1 hasn't been on a mission as a whole for weeks. We suddenly show up, questions are gonna come up," Jack said.

"So, how do we look 'normal?'" Samantha asked.

"Uh, well, it's gonna have to be mostly us," Jack told her. "Since you still won't have clearance."

"Then what about us?" Daniel questioned.

"We start hanging around the SGC at odd hours. A lot of early morning hours. Daniel, you're often there, in your lab all night. Just make a show of being seen, so it looks like you've been staying at the base more recently. Same for Teal'c. He should probably move back there."

"I believe Danieljackson still requires my assistance," Teal'c said.

"Danny can stay here with us," Jack said off-handily. "It'll be easier to work out the finer details anyway."

"And what if Janet catches me? I haven't been cleared even to work in my lab," Daniel reminded him.

"Anybody want the last piece?" Jack said, reaching for the remainder of their dinner. He took a bite, thinking. "Well, I guess you're just going to have to avoid her, that's all."

"Oh, I'm supposed to make my presence known, but only to a few select Airmen? You know how the gossip travels around the base! All it'll take is one comment overheard in the mess hall and Janet'll come running!"

"So, you run faster! Look, Daniel, I want you on this mission, but I gotta know: are you physically up to it?"

"I told you I am!"

"Great! Then get the Doc to clear you for light duty on the base. Tell her you sleep all day and do your best work at night if you get caught being up past your bedtime. It's not far from the truth."

"Well, Janet's usually not around late anyway," Daniel said. "Maybe it won't even come up. I just want to be prepared if it does."

"We all do, Danny. That's why we keep going over and over this. Our timing has to be precise," Jack said, looking at each person around the table. "We're not going to have much of a window to engage the Stargate and get out before we're discovered."

The members of his team nodded their heads in agreement. Jack was surprised how good it felt to have them all together again, discussing an upcoming mission. Too bad all their careers were on the line as well. He knew what he was asking of them, but it was worth it to get Sam back.

"Okay," Jack said, bringing his attention back to his plans once more. "In order to lock any access to the embarkation room, I'm going to need two ranking officer's codes. That means you and me, Samantha." Before she could protest he finished. "I'll get your code. You'll just have to memorize it. I'll talk you through the procedure here and once we're in the control room, all right?"

"All right," she said, looking a little unsure. "I just don't want to mess up and get you guys in trouble."

"You'll do just fine," Jack said, reaching across the table to squeeze her hand.

"Yeah, Jack's right. It'll be a piece of cake," Daniel said, smiling at Samantha.

"I was not aware you had dessert, O'Neill," Teal'c said. The tone of his voice broke the serious air that had descended on the room. Jack, Daniel and Samantha looked at each other, trying not to laugh, but the sight of everyone trying to control their mirth had the opposite effect. Their laughter rang out at the same time, leaving Teal'c looking puzzled. Jack knew Teal'c had heard the phrase before--he'd explained it to him. Could it be he'd actually made a joke? Good ol' Teal'c. The perfect "straight man."

"In light of the fact Teal'c here's kinda broken the mood," Jack said, clapping his hand on the man's shoulder, "I say we call an end to our little covert operation for the night. Any one up for a movie?"

"I should return to the base," Teal'c stated, rising.

"Daniel? You need anything from your place?" Jack asked.

"Really, Jack, I'm fine to stay by myself. Besides, I don't want to intrude."

"Daniel! I'm not going to tell you again! You're not intruding! Samantha? Is he intruding?"

"Daniel, stay. It makes me feel better about having commandeered Jack's house."

"Well, if you're sure. . . ."

"Daniel!" they cried in unison.

"Okay! I'll get my stuff!" Daniel said, backing away from them. "Uh, there's just one more thing," he added.

"Which is?" Jack asked, growing exasperated.

"I, uh, I can't drive yet, and if Teal'c takes my car to the base, I'm kinda. . .stuck. . .here."

"I'll give you both a ride. Samantha? You wanna come along?" he watched her look around the kitchen, surveying the mess. He could tell a part of her was arguing for cleaning up first.

She surprised him. "Sure, why not?"

"Okay, kids. Looks like we're goin' on a road trip."

*********

Things were going according to plan, Daniel thought. In fact, things were going so smoothly, he was waiting for the other shoe--as it were--to drop. Janet had cleared him to work in his lab, but no more than four hours at a stretch. It actually gave him the perfect excuse to move to the base, helping to perpetuate the myth he was "always around."

Although Jack insisted it wasn't an imposition for him to stay at his house, Daniel just didn't feel comfortable disrupting his friends lives. There was no telling how this mission to Arrissa would turn out, and he didn't want to ruin what might be Samantha and Jack's last chance at being together by being a "third wheel." In the end, Jack agreed it was best for appearance sake that Daniel be seen as much as possible, and in the company of Teal'c and himself.

Little by little they gathered equipment. Borrowing a pack here and clothing there. Weapons were going to be more difficult to obtain, but that was Jack's area, so Daniel didn't worry about it. Teal'c also helped on weapons detail, claiming to need to examine his staff weapon and several zat guns to make sure they were operating properly.

Wednesday finally arrived, and, despite their nervousness, they managed to appear as if it were just another day. Jack left early to get Samantha prepared, while Daniel moved all their contraband into an unused corner of his lab.

The game plan was to suit up there, making their way to the embarkation room, hopefully un-noticed. Daniel helped Jack rig a computer glitch with the security cameras at precise intervals for the various check points Jack and Samantha would have to pass to gain access to the bowels of the base. And a big failure for 0245, trusting it would give them enough time to make it to the 'gate room without being detected. Knocking out the security cameras was more Sam's area of expertise, but between the two of them, Jack and Daniel made it work. He was rather proud of themselves, actually. Breaking into the base computer was no small feat.

When he felt there was nothing more he could prepare, Daniel retired to his quarters, attempting to get some rest before they embarked on what he hoped wasn't a futile effort to help Sam. So much was riding on Ishandar being on Arrissa. And that the ceremony could be performed on a "less evolved" Human. He just wished there was some way to confirm her presence on the planet.

*********

Jack stepped through the door of his house, carrying a black duffel bag containing a set of fatigues for Sam. This was it, the final stage, and everyone was wound tight, knowing how much rested on the completion of this mission. Everyone but Teal'c that is. If he was apprehensive about the events that would take place in seventeen hours, at three a.m. Thursday morning, he didn't show it.

Jack never realized how much he took his calm manner for granted, but he was grateful for it. At the moment, he was what was holding them all together. He was the voice of reason. Jack knew he was too involved personally to be totally objective, and Teal'c kept him on track, assuring him they would get Sam back.

"Samantha?" he called out, stepping into the living room.

"I'm in the bedroom!" she replied. Jack walked to the back of the house, stopping to lean in the doorway of his--their--room, watching her make the bed. At the moment Samantha was perched on top, her butt facing him as she tucked in blankets.

"Do you know what a dangerous position that is?" Jack teased, causing Samantha to look over her shoulder at him. Her smirk and raised eyebrow caused his own face to light up in a grin as he held the black bag to her.

"A good soldier wouldn't find herself in such a compromising position," he said, slowly advancing on her. "Too easy to be overtaken."

"Try me," she said, turning around to sit on the bed.

"Oh, I have. And I liked it."

"Guess that makes two of us," she said, never taking her eyes off him as he continued his slow walk towards her. She was about to speak when he lunged at her, tackling her to the bed.

"Jack!"

"Scared, ya, huh?" he grinned.

"Well, you did catch me a bit off guard," she allowed.

Jack straddled her, effectively pinning her to the bed as he grabbed her wrists, pulling Samantha's arms over her head. Bending his own head to kiss her exposed neck, he heard her start to purr.

"Jack, what are you doing?"

"I thought I was being rather obvious," he said, moving his mouth over her jaw to capture her lips in a deep kiss.

"I just made the bed," she sighed, once he let her up for air.

"We'll make it again. I'll help you," he mumbled against her ear.

"That I'd like to see."

"There's something else I'd like to see," he said, stripping her of her blouse, his lips moving to the newly exposed flesh.

"What's gotten into you this morning?" she asked. "Not that I'm complaining."

"You," he said, releasing her hands, sitting up. Jack still straddled her hips, but his hand gently caressed her cheek. "You've gotten into me. And I don't know that I can live without you anymore."

Samantha struggled to sit up, and Jack moved off to let her. "Why do you have to? Is this about the ceremony? Is there more involved than you've told me?" he could hear the anxiety slipping into her voice.

Picking up her right hand he held it tightly within both of his, staring into her eyes. "Samantha, I promise you, you know everything we do. There are risks, but you said you accept them."

"I do. But that's not what's bothering you, is it?"

Jack bowed his head. "No. I guess I'm more worried about what happens after. What happens when you remember being Sam."

"I don't understand. You said you thought there was a good chance I'd hang on to these memories as well. I'm not going to forget how much I love you, Jack."

"No, but you're also going to remember about being a soldier. A Captain. Under my command. And you're going to remember why we can't be together."

"What are you saying, Jack? That we shouldn't do this? I've been happy these last weeks. I could be happy staying 'Samantha.'"

"You say that now. But I know you, *Sam,*" he said purposely calling her by the shortened version of her name. "You're content now, we both are, but what happens in a year when the novelty of our being in love wears off? I'm not saying I won't still love you; I always will. But there'll come a time when it won't be all-consuming, for either of us. You'll want more out of life than cooking dinner and waiting for me to return from the base. And I'm going to want you to have it. How do you think I'll feel when I know there was something I could have done, but I was too selfish to give it a try because I might lose you?"

Samantha was quiet for a moment, letting the words sink in. "But there are millions of women who make their homes and families their priority. I could learn to do that."

"But don't you see? I don't want you to have to 'learn' to do that. Or 'settle' for that. I know you could do it, Samantha. You can do anything you put your mind to. What I'm saying is, I know what a career means to you. You need to be a part of something big, and meaningful. And the Stargate program is all that and more. You're needed there. I need you there as much as I need you here. You're the best 2IC a guy could ask for, and to be honest, I miss you there as well. Samantha, we're not SG-1 without you."

Jack still held her hand tightly within his own, staring at their entwined fingers. "I don't have the right to 'keep' you just because I'm afraid of what will happen to 'us.' It's your life. Your choice. And what ever you decide, I won't try to change your mind."

"Jack, I want to try this. But I won't give up on us either. Somehow we'll find a way to work everything out." She kissed him, pulling him close.

After a moment, Samantha sat back, running her palm against the slight stubble of his cheek. "You got clothes in that bag? Because I'm getting a little chilly here," she smiled.

"Yeah. They're yours, so they should fit." He handed her the bag, watching as she pulled the olive drab clothing out. At her grimace he added, "it's what all the fashionable soldiers are wearing this year."

"No wonder you're always happy to see me in a dress. These are awful! I'm going to feel like I'm playing army or something."

"Well, in essence, you are. You're going to have to pretend to be Captain Sam Carter when we go to the base tonight, or rather early tomorrow morning. Hopefully when we leave, it won't be an act."

"Oh, no. Not the boots! Tell me I don't have to wear the boots!" she pleaded.

"Samantha, what do you want to do, wear a pair of sandals or something? This is the military! Style is not an option!"

"Oh, all right," she sighed. "But you can't tell me I was ever happy about wearing this sort of stuff."

"I don't know," he said, plopping a green cap on her head, "I always thought you looked kinda cute as G.I. Joe."

"You're sick, Jack."

"Yeah, I know, but you love it."

*********

Jack tried not to think of this as his last day with Samantha. He tried to think of this as the end of her amnesia, that by this time tomorrow, Sam would be back and they could work on how they were going to handle the turn their relationship had taken.

There were just so many variables. Getting into the SGC in itself was going to be quite a accomplishment. The odds of this actually succeeding were staggering. What the hell made them, made *him* think they could pull this operation off when there was so much hanging in the balance?

He and Samantha went over the plans so many times she'd finally snapped and said she'd had enough. One more "dry run" wasn't going to make a difference. If she didn't know what to do now, there was nothing they could do about it. She'd memorized the security code he given her and her execution of the sequence was perfect. They were as prepared as they were going to be.

Both were subdued, aware of the minutes ticking by. In some ways Jack just wished the time would come for them to leave. In others he thought the day was going too fast. Neither strayed too far from the other as if just being in the same proximity was what they needed to get through this.

Samantha had fallen asleep on his side as they'd sat cuddled on the couch, watching some movie he couldn't even name. He'd tried to rest, but his mind was too busy with all the details. She must have been pretty tired to drift off, he thought. Jack let her sleep a few minutes more, knowing she was going to need all the strength she could get.

After ten minutes he gently shook her shoulder. "Come on, Samantha. Time to get going."

She sat up, blinking confused eyes, then running a hand over her face and into her hair. "How long have I been asleep?"

"A little over a half an hour. It's okay, we're still on schedule."

"I'm sorry. I didn't want to waste one minute we had together."

"It wasn't wasted," he said, kissing the top of her head. "You needed the rest and I love to watch you sleep."

"Yeah, nothing like a drooling woman to get those hormones going," she said, yawning.

"Come on," he said again, rubbing her shoulder. Time to get dressed. It's showtime."

***

Jack pulled up to the outer gate at Cheyenne Mountain, flashing his security pass. The guard saluted as he drove through the raised gate. "One down three to go," he said, smiling over at Samantha.

She looked at him with wide eyes, silently nodding.

Jack reached over and squeezed her hand. "Just don't get chatty with the guards and we'll be fine," he assured her as he parked the car. He let go of her hand. "After you, Captain Carter." Samantha smiled at him as she exited the car.

"You should be listed as having clearance now," Jack whispered in her ear. Just walk up, let him check his list, smile at the guy and let's go, all right?"

"Right."

Fortunately, the guard at the first checkpoint was one he didn't seem familiar with. Jack and Samantha showed him their passes and he cleared them without incident. Jack let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding.

"Okay," he said brightly. We keep doing that and we're home free. He stopped to check his watch. The next security camera should go down in 15 seconds. Just long enough for them to make it.

They were greeted by another sleepy guard who declined comment as he checked their credentials. Jack looked at his watch again. This time one minute to the final check-point before they entered the elevator that would take them to level twenty-eight.

Their luck ran out when he saw a familiar face at the desk before the elevator doors.

"Colonel O'Neill! Hey, I didn't know you guys were heading out this morning!"

"'Mornin' Andrews," Jack said, reaching for the sign-in sheet. He knew there wasn't a way to avoid leaving the evidence of his signature, but once they got past this point, it wouldn't be long before everyone knew he was on the base. Especially once the Stargate was activated. "Yeah, some last minute thing just came up."

Lieutenant Andrews looked over his latest list of personnel to expect. "I'm sorry, sir, but I don't see Captain Carter's name listed."

"Are you sure?" Jack asked, stepping behind the sandy haired youth, looking over his shoulder at the list. He nodded to Samantha to hit the "down" button which she did as inconspicuously as possible.

"She's not here, sir. I'm sorry, Captain," the young man said, "I'll have to call General Hammond to have you cleared before I can let you go."

Samantha's mouth dropped open, but before she could speak, Jack pulled a weapon from his jacket. She'd never seen anything quite like it. "S" shaped with what looked like the head of a snake.

"I'm sorry, too, Lieutenant," he said as he discharged the weapon onto the unsuspecting guard.

"Jack! Why did you. . . ."

"Move!" he shouted, pushing her into the elevator car. He was checking his watch again. "Come on! Come on!" he shouted at the slowly descending conveyance.

"Jack! You *shot* that man!"

Almost as if he'd forgotten about her, Jack looked at Samantha, confused. "He's just knocked out. He'll have a hell of a headache, but he'll be okay."

Samantha's eyes grew wider as Jack pressed a button, collapsing the weapon, replacing it in his jacket.

"It's a zat gun, short for some term of Teal'c's. It's kind of like a phaser," he explained, hoping he'd put into a context she could understand.

"Phaser? Like Star Trek?"

"Yeah," he said, distracted. They only had seconds before the cameras in the upper hallway and the elevator came back on-line. As soon as the doors opened, Jack grabbed her, hustling her down a hallway towards Daniel's office. Once inside he finally allowed himself to breathe freely for the first time.

"I'm sorry if I was a little rough," he said. "But the timing had to be exact on this. Daniel and Teal'c should be here any minute.

Right on cue, the two men entered.

"Everything go okay?" Daniel asked, dropping the load of papers he carried as his "cover."

"I had to shoot the guard at the elevators," Jack sighed.

"You what?!"

"Relax, Daniel, I zatted him."

"But why? What happened?"

"He recognized me, obviously, and started asking questions. He was going to hold Samantha because she wasn't on his list. I thought we'd got to them all, but I guess we missed that one."

"This is an unforeseen complication," Teal'c said.

"Ya, think? *This* is going to go down well when we get back."

"Look, we can't think about that just yet," Daniel said. "Let's concentrate about *getting* someplace before we start to worry about what happens when we get back."

"Is that man really going to be okay?" Samantha asked, looking at each of them.

"He will be unharmed," Teal'c assured her. One shot of the zat'nik'atel causes great pain, but it will not damage him."

"One shot? You mean they can kill?"

"Two shots will produce death, a third, disintegration," Teal'c said. "For this reason it is wise to understand how to use the weapon."

"Don't worry," Samantha said. "I don't want one."

"Okay, kids," Jack said, calling their attention back to the task at hand. It's 0230. We've got about fifteen minutes to get ready. Teal'c, you and Danny get suited up. Samantha, we're going to have to stow our gear just outside the control room. Let me show you how to do up this vest," he said. "You're not going to have much time to figure it out on the way to the gate room."

Jack gave her a reassuring smile and a quick kiss. "Ya look great, Joe." He winked at her, sharing their private joke.

Samantha looked around at the others in the room then spoke. "You know, I don't know that I ever thanked you guys for all you're doing for me," she said, her voice laced with emotion. "Jack, I can kind of understand, but Daniel, Teal'c, there's no reason to jeopardize your careers and your lives over me."

"That is not true, Samanthacarter. You have done so for me on many occasions, and I believe you still would. It is an honor to try to assist you in your efforts to regain your memory."

"Thank you, Teal'c," she said, crossing over to give the big man a hug.

"Same goes for me, Samantha. We're all in this together. Before, during and after," Daniel said, looking pointedly at Jack.

"Thank you, too, Daniel," Samantha said, giving him a hug as well.

"Okay, okay. Enough with the group hug stuff," Jack growled.

"Jealous?" She smiled at him.

"As a matter of fact, yeah."

Samantha crossed over to Jack, wrapping her arms around his neck, giving him a long kiss. "And thank you, most of all for giving me the courage to try this."

Daniel coughed and looked away, while Teal'c simply stared at Jack and Samantha.

Jack pulled back, giving her a quick smile before looking at the clock. "Okay, campers. Looks like we're on. See ya all in the gate room." Daniel and Teal'c left first, leaving Jack and Samantha alone for a brief moment. He quickly kissed her back.

"Whatever happens, Samantha, remember that I love you."

"I love you too, Jack. Never forget that."

"Hey, you're the one with the memory problem," he teased. "Let's go do some acting."

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