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Author's Note: Happy birthday, Jerie!
Time frame: set early in season 9
Happily Ever
After
By Rocky
"Just when I thought that I was out
they pull me back in."
--Michael Corleone
Even before she opened the door, Sam could hear the sound of the
television. She grinned, then narrowly avoiding tripping over the
battered leather case in the hallway. Sure enough, there he was
lounging on her couch, his feet (sans shoes, fortunately) propped up on
the coffee table, a can of beer in his hand.
"This is a pleasant surprise," she said, raising her voice to be heard
over the hockey game. "I wasn't expecting you till the weekend."
Jack quickly thumbed the remote, lowering the volume, and moved over to
make room for her. "I was in this neck of the woods, and figured I
might as well drop by."
Sam accepted his kiss, debating whether or not to ask the question his
oh-so-casual words had raised in her mind. On the one hand, she didn't
want to spoil the moment--Lord knew that quiet and relaxed times were
few and far between for the two of them, even since they'd both left
the Stargate program. With her being stationed at Area 51, and Jack
spending most of his time in Washington, just the logistics of
arranging to be physically together were often more than they could
manage. However, she knew from long experience that if there were a crisis brewing, it was best
to meet it head-on without flinching.
Jack's attention was back on the game--or so it appeared--but she could
see him tense as he watched her from the corner of his eye.
"'This neck of the woods,'" she said slowly. "I take it this means you
were over at Cheyenne Mountain."
Jack sighed softly, but didn't deny it. "Yes, I had a meeting with
General Landry. To discuss certain recent developments."
Sam waited, feeling her stomach muscles clench. "So the rumors are
true."
"That depends," Jack said, cocking an eyebrow, "on which rumors you've
been listening to."
"That an SG team encountered a new race of aliens, said to be even more
formidable than the Goa'uld."
"The Goa'uld," Jack said sourly, "have got nothing on these guys.
Similar fixation on being worshipped as gods, maybe, but a more
accurate comparison would be to the Ancients."
Sam stared at him in shock. "You're kidding. Evil Ancients?"
"Believe me, I wish I were." Jack sighed again. "Daniel really stuck
his nose in a mess this time."
"Surely you're not blaming Daniel," Sam said immediately.
"No, for a change it's not his fault. Not really." Jack swung his feet
to the floor and buried his head in his hands. "The universe is a big
place, and it appears to be full of folks who for whatever reason just
don't like us. Up till now, we've been lucky that we've been beneath
the Ori's radar. But recent events have put us front and center."
"How immediate is the threat?" Sam asked.
He didn't answer.
"How bad?" she persisted.
"One of our biggest problems right now is we simply don't have enough
information," he said at last. "Who are the Ori, what is their exact
relationship to the Ancients that Daniel ran around with--and what do
they really want from us?
These are just a few questions to start with. Then we can go into
details like military strength, invasion fleets, that sort of thing."
"What do the Asgard have to say? Or the Tok'ra?"
"We've sent out some queries. But you know that both of them have their
own hands pretty full at present. We may not hear from them until--"
"--it's too late," she finished softly.
Jack reached over and squeezed her hand. "Here's something you'll
probably be interested in hearing. Remember Cam Mitchell? Led the
squadron in the battle against Anubis?"
"Of course," Sam said. "I visited him a couple of times when he was in
rehab. We all did. As I recall, you promised him any post he wanted
when he recovered."
"I'd have promised him anything I could think of if I could just
guarantee that he would
recover," Jack said grimly with a quick shake of his head. "Little did
I know the son of a gun was going to hold me to it!"
"Cam's always been the tenacious type," Sam said. "Reminds me of
someone else I know."
Jack waved her words away. "Yeah, well, you'll never believe just what
he's got in mind!"
"He's trying to get SG-1 back together," Sam said quietly.
Jack stared at her in astonishment. "How'd you guess?"
"He called me a few days ago."
"And that explains how you heard about the Ori," Jack said. "And here I
thought you were just naturally brainy."
"I am," Sam reminded him with a quick jab to his chest. "Also well
connected."
Jack grabbed her hand to forestall any further blows. "So what did you
tell him?"
"What do you think?" Sam said. "I told him I have… responsibilities
now. And while I'm certainly sympathetic to his cause, there's no way I
can just go back. Even if I wanted to," she finished softly.
"Not even slightly tempted to get back in the saddle again?" Jack said
curiously.
"No," Sam shook her head. "I'm not. I've had enough running about on
different worlds, coming under enemy fire. Hell of a way to live your
life--not to mention have a relationship."
"I always wondered how the brass could risk those brains of yours on
off-world missions," Jack said reflectively. "Not that you weren't good
in the field--" he held up his hands to forestall any protest
"--because you're one of the best officers I've ever served with. But I
couldn't help but wonder sometimes why they didn't decide you were more
valuable in the lab."
"You never said anything like that to me," Sam said, staring at him
intently. "Not in all the years I served under your command."
"I didn't want my head handed to me in thin slices," Jack said
ruefully. "Tell me you don't remember that speech you gave me the first
time you walked into the Stargate program."
Sam smiled briefly, remembering that altercation all too well. Perhaps
she had jumped down his
throat, but the attitude he'd come in with couldn't have been allowed
to go unchallenged. "But this reservation of yours about risking me in
the field had nothing to do with my being a woman, right?"
Jack eyed her intently, as if trying to determine just what answer she
wanted to hear. "No, just that it made more sense to have you figuring
out the alien tech as opposed to being the one risking life and limb to
bring it back."
"OK, then." At his obvious look of relief, she added, "But isn't that
exactly how things have worked out now? I'm not in the field any more,
and I am spending all my time
working with alien technology. There's got to be a reason you
recommended me for this position in the first place."
"Other than getting you out of my direct line of command?" he murmured
as he pulled her closer.
"Other than your ulterior motive, yes," she agreed playfully.
He stroked her hair; as always, Sam marveled at how gentle his touch
was. "I wouldn't have tried to move you out of the Stargate program if
I thought you wanted to stay, you know that."
"Yes, I do. And I'm grateful. But it was
time to move on--even if I didn't think I was doing more good
elsewhere."
"That's more or less how I felt when General Hammond told me he was
retiring and had recommended me to take over for him in Homeworld
Security," Jack said. "At any rate, Landry told Mitchell to form a new
team. Gave him carte blanche as far as the selection process was
concerned. But it seems Mitchell's more interested in 'getting the old
gang back together' than he is in recruiting anyone new."
"I wonder if he's having any better luck persuading Daniel and Teal'c,"
Sam said.
Jack snorted. "Hardly. You know that Daniel was so all-fired excited
about going to Atlantis."
"What better place to continue his studies of the Ancients than their
city," Sam agreed, lifting her head. "He really wanted to be part of
Weir's original expedition; I don't think he ever quite forgave you for
not letting him go."
"Well, he can't blame me for the current derailment of his plans," Jack
said, firmly returning her head back to its position on his shoulder.
"I was going to say, even without the trip to Atlantis, he's certainly
got his hands full at the moment with this Vala person."
Sam shook her head in bemusement at the mention of the woman who had
once tried to steal the Prometheus. "Someday, I'd like to hear the
background of that one a little more fully. The few details I've heard
just don't seem to add up."
"Well, for the time being, we're stuck with her--or at least Daniel is.
Mitchell may be getting more than he bargained for, if he manages to
get Daniel to rejoin SG-1."
"What about Teal'c?" Sam asked. "Surely he's not interested in
remaining on Earth. After all those years of fighting for a free Jaffa
nation, I would imagine he'd be anxious to be with his people now."
"What's happening with the Ori affects the Jaffa as well, don't
forget." Jack exhaled deeply. "Be a hell of a thing to finally
overthrow the 'false gods' of the Goa'uld, only to be forced into the
worship of the Ori."
"That's a good point." Sam fell silent, thinking about her current
project. Studying alien technology was one thing, attempting to use it
to develop ever more devastating weaponry was another--although she was
certainly aware of the necessity. If Earth and its allies were to
remain free, it would only be due to their ability to defend themselves
against any aggressors.
As if reading her thoughts, Jack said, "At the moment, you sound like
nothing can change your mind about Stargate Command." He paused. "But
there may yet come a time when you'll be needed over there once again."
Sam bit her lip. "Maybe."
"I hope it doesn't come to that," Jack said, his voice carrying an echo
of the dread she was feeling, "but at the same time, if it does-- I'm
glad to know we'll be prepared."
Sam sighed. "I really thought it was all over, you know? No more
fighting, no more fear. With the defeat of the major Goa'uld, the
Replicators..."
"There's no such thing as a happy ending," Jack reminded her.
Sam pulled herself to an upright position. "Oh, really?"
"Well, maybe for individuals," he conceded with a small smile. "But
there's still going to be a need to continually keep saving the
universe. No shortage of bad guys out there--"
"--which means never a dull moment," she finished, then resolutely
pushed away any further depressing thoughts. "Still, what do you say we
take the rest of the evening off? Think the planet can keep rotating
without us?"
He paused as if deeply considering. "Well, there's only one way to find
out, isn't there?"
FINIS
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