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A/N: This is the sixth installment in the Janet's Mission series. However, I have this idea of how I want to end the series, and to do that without making it a super long series, I needed a transition story. Turns out that one needed to be longer then all the rest put together. And even though the series is supposed to be her mission, it also doesn't feature Janet as much. Go figure, right? This one has multiple chapters, unlike the others, and I think I actually like it better then the others as well. Another thing – I have not seen all the Stargate episodes, and I have not seen any where Sam does more than mention Mark and his family. I've taken a lot of liberties with them, so no flames please. I'm doing my best. Anyway, I've had a blast writing it. Enjoy!

"Sir, you're being a little paranoid, aren't you?" Sam asked her commanding officer as he waddled down the hallways of the SGC in his hockey equipment which was complete except for the skates.

"Carter, until I know that shrimp of a friend of yours has stopped poking me full of holes, I'll do whatever it takes to deter her."

"You know you have downtime coming up, right Sir?"

"And I'm using it to go far, far away. Got any ideas where I could hide for the week we have off?"

"Well, you know Janet, Sir. Wherever you are, she'll find you."

"Don't I." O'Neill grumbled.

"Why don't you go to your cabin in Minnesota, Sir?"

"She's been there. She'll know where I am. I have to figure out someplace where she'll never think to find me."

"Well, if you're interested, Sir, when I told Mark that I might have some downtime coming up, he invited me out to San Diego to see him and the kids. I'm sure he won't mind if you come along if I explain the situation to him, and Janet would never think of you going out to see my family, especially since my niece and nephew are both under fourteen."

"Carter?" O'Neill asked, stopping before the locker room.

"Yes Sir?"

"Is this brother of yours younger or older than you are?"

"Older, Sir. By two years."

"Well then. I may have been an only child, but that does not mean that I do not have buddies with little sisters. Sorry Carter, I don't think he would appreciate it very much if his little sister showed up on his doorstep with a man that you are not related to. The offer is very generous, but I don't think I'll be able to take you up on it without becoming even more bruised than if I just went to the little dictator."

Sam shrugged.

"Well, if you change your mind, I'm buying my ticket tomorrow morning. Let me know before then if you change your mind."

"Understood," O'Neill answered, and paddled into the locker room to change.

O'Neill's alarm clock read 10:22 and he knew it was time for bed.

Today had been very productive. He had been able to fend off three possible attacks from Doctor Frasier (He had never loved the Black Hawks so much), had yelled at Felger, had managed to make Daniel throw him out of his office, had stayed on Hammond's good side, and did not get his lyme booster.

Overall, very successful.

The clean sheets felt good against his legs. His knee felt less achey, as it had been before he jumped out of that plane in Iraq.

He was running, running through a forest. He knew that forest. It was the woods behind his cabin in Minnesota, one of the few places in the universe where he could go to find peace.

He came to a field, a very peaceful field.

On the other side of the field was a shining white light. It wasn't a tunnel – that was clear, so Jack knew that walking toward it would not mean "Good Night, my someone, good night".

On closer look, Jack could see that it was a woman.

And then his jaw dropped.

It was Carter.

But it was not the Carter he knew – the tense, workaholic scientist. This Carter was perfectly relaxed. Her hair was damp, as if she had just gotten out of the shower, and the dress she wore showed her figure perfectly.

She looked like something out of Ancient Greece.

She smiled and walked to him. Jack tried to say something, but he was mesmerized and paralyzed.

"Jack," she whispered seductively.

He grunted an answer.

Carter threw her head back and laughed and to Jack's horror, when she straightened up again, it was not Carter he was looking at.

It was Doc Frasier.

She had that gleam in her eye, the one that Jack had come to learn meant that a needle was on it's way to his arm. Jack was not freed from his spell and could not do anything but scream as Janet poked him numerous times.

Jack woke with a start.

The alarm clock read 11:05.

And that was when Jack knew that Janet would not sleep until she had her way with the needles. And if Janet didn't sleep, neither did he. His only option was to go far, far away.

And besides the obvious fear of that five foot two menace, what the hell was Carter doing in that dress in the dream all about?

Carter.

She would still be awake.

Jack grabbed the phone and set a new record for dialing his 2IC.

"Carter." The pickup had been immediate. He knew her way too well.

"Carter? It's O'Neill."

"Hi Sir. Is there an emergency on the base?"

"No. I just wanted to ask if your offer to San Diego was still good."

"I hate commercial airports" Jack muttered for the five hundredth time that day.

"Well I'm sorry, Sir, but the Air Force doesn't let us use their bases for downtime, you know that."

"Don't I ever." The trip had not been a pleasant one for the Colonel.

To begin with, O'Neill was so sure that Janet was going to pop up in front of him somewhere that he had worn the Black Hawks uniform to the airport, only to have airport security require him to take it off to enter the premises. The flight had then been an hour late only to find that it had been overbooked. They had been forced to wait yet another hour while seats were made available on another flight.

It also turned out that Jack didn't like flying unless he was the one piloting the plane and turbulence had been high.

Luckily for Carter, the flight from Colorado Springs to San Diego was only an hour and a half.

"Carter! Is your brother here?" O'Neill barked, trying to take his mind off that god awful flight.

"He shouldn't be, I told him we were going to rent – "

"Sam!" A voice called. To Jack's surprise, a sandy haired man was running towards them. Sam's eyes widened.

"Mark!" Sam said, throwing her arms around him. "I told you we were going to rent a car!"

Jack surveyed the two of them, and it was clear, even to someone who had never met either of them, that they were in someway related. To those who knew Jacob Carter, it was clear that they were brother and sister. Mark, even though he was blond, had darker, sandier hair than his sister but closely resembled Jacob. Sam looked like Jacob in her own way, but there was another side to her. Maybe she looked like her mother – the mother who had died years before Jack had met Sam.

"I know, but Gracie and Seth really wanted to see you." Mark said, and on closer look Jack could see two kids looking up at his 2IC.

Obviously, Carter hadn't seen them either, because as soon as Mark said this, her eyes widened. She disentangled herself from her brother and got to her knees.

"Hi you guys!" She said as they swarmed and hugged her. "How are you?"

"Normal." The boy said. Oh, Jack knew that attitude. He was trying to be a man, so he didn't want to seem like a sissy by hugging his aunt, but at the same time he wanted to be close to her.

"Aunt Sam! Remember that last email I sent you? I've got more to update you on!"

"That's so cool, Grace!" Sam squealed, sounding like a love struck teenager. She was adult enough to notice the eyebrow that Mark was raising at them. "Let me know later, okay?"

And that was where Jack could not help but chuckle. He tried to hide it, but was unsuccessful. He ended up snorting into his coat. It did, however, distract Carter long enough to remember that she had brought him along.

"Oh! Right. Sorry Sir. Mark, this is my commanding officer, Colonel Jack O'Neill. Colonel, this is my brother Mark." She got to her knees again.

"And this is Grace and this is Seth." She wrapped her arms around each of them as she said it. Seth instantly broke away, but Grace just cuddled more into Sam.

"Colonel! It's so nice to finally meet you," Mark said, reaching out to shake Jack's hand.

"Please, call me Jack," Jack answered warmly. "I'd like to thank you for inviting me out here with your sister. I really appreciate getting out of Colorado at the moment."

"Hey, no sweat. Sam told me things were a little rough at the base right now. My wife, Kara, is so excited to see Sam and to meet you." Jack stole a look at Carter playing with the kids. She was having a rough time at the moment? How was he not aware of this?

Because it was Carter, that was why.

"Yes, well, business as usual," Jack said with a smile. "Shall we go collect that which we came with?"

"What? Oh, the luggage, right. Grace, Seth, let's go get Auntie Sam and Colonel Jack's suitcases."

"Kara, these mashed potatoes are excellent." Sam said at the dinner table that night.

"Oh, thanks Sam." Kara stole a look at the kids. "Hear that? Aunt Sammy likes mashed potatoes."

"I'm not Aunt Sammy. I don't have to like them just because she does." Insisted Seth.

"Yes, well, someday you'll be mature enough to know what to and what not to say at the dinner table." Kara sighed.

"So, Jack, what was it on base that made you want to get out of Colorado so badly?" Mark asked.

"Mark – " Sam started.

"What? I'm just wondering."

"It's okay, Sam. Well, do put it simply, I got Lyme's disease in a situation I can't go into – "

"Let me guess – classified?"

"Yes. Anyway, it turns out that this particular form of Lyme's is very rare, and even though I'm no longer feeling like sh-shoot, the doctor is after my hide with boosters every day. I wanted one week where I could go somewhere far, far away and give my poor skin a chance to heal."

"That's understandable, though." Mark thought pensively. "How long has she been after you?"

"About three weeks."

"Wow. Well, you and Sam can stay as long as you want to. And I promise, there will be no Dr. Evil here."

Jack smiled.

"I never thought I would find Oz in San Diego."