First off, I don't own Stargate or any of the wonderful characters. This story is the brain child of KMG. I hope I can do it justice. My life is hectic at the moment, so I'll try to update as regularly as I can but there may be times when I can't update for a few days. This is an AU of Beneath the Surface and it's definitely Sam/Jack ship.

Thera climbed back into bed and cuddled in closer to Jonah. It was almost time to begin the work day, and she was exhausted. Pregnancy had wreaked havoc on her body for months, and this little one was resting on her bladder at the moment. Perhaps resting wasn't the best word. It felt like the baby was doing somersaults. She hated getting up and walking to the facilities in the dark, but it was a necessity these days.

Best she could tell, Thera was in her sixth month of pregnancy. Brenna had moved her to a less dangerous line as soon as they were sure she was expecting, but Thera missed being close to Jonah and Carlin during the work day. The baby had been a big surprise. As soon as she and Jonah had realized they felt something for one another, they began exploring their feelings. With all the crazy dreams about blue puddles and a bald man named Homer, they just needed something to cling to that made sense. So, they clung to each other, and soon they were sure enough about their feelings to go through the bonding ceremony. That was seven months ago, and it wasn't long before Thera was expecting.

Jonah hadn't been very happy at first. Thera realized he was worried about the difficulties of raising a family in an ice age, but Thera was beyond excited. This baby was proof that life would go on, and Thera only hoped her child would live long enough to see the surface. Her restricted work assignment gave her time to work on several theoretical possibilities that could potentially improve their conditions, and Brenna seemed more and more receptive to her ideas as the months changed.

One thing that never seemed to change was poor Tor. At least once every other week, the poor man with the odd birthmark had a relapse with his night sickness. Brenna seemed very concerned with this latest relapse. She had pulled Thera aside at the end of her shift the day before and asked several odd questions. Thera couldn't understand why Brenna had been so convinced Thera could help, but Brenna seemed adamant that Thera search her memories for clues. The word Brenna had used seemed oddly familiar. Brenna wanted to know what she knew about kel-no-reem. When Thera had mentioned it to Jonah, he suggested it might be some type of fish. Thera had only frowned. What was a fish and what did it have to do with night sickness? Thera felt pity for Tor, but she really barely knew him. The whole situation had been unsettling.

Thera had barely managed to fall back to sleep when the alarm in the living quarters went off signaling the start of the day. Jonah quickly stood up and held his hand out to help her rise before opening the curtains of their private sleeping cubicle. They didn't have much space, but bonded couple housing did offer the luxury of at least the illusion of privacy. It was much better than Carlin's quarters. His bunkhouse was shared by fifty other men.

After another quick trip to the facilities, Thera and Jonah went to meet Carlin for breakfast. When Jonah mentioned his theory that kel-no-reem was a type of raw fish dish, Carlin shook his head. "I think, no, I am pretty sure it isn't a fish at all. It's some type of practice. I want to say it's a type of meditation that Tor should be doing."

"We should tell Brenna. Maybe she can help Tor get over these recurrent bouts of night sickness," Thera replied.

Jonah nodded his head. "Agreed. He's a danger to all of us when he has those episodes. If this kel-no-reem will help him, maybe he will be safer to work with. Remember last month? His night sickness made him go ballistic. He nearly took out one of the main supports. We could have had snow and ice crashing down on us from above. Let's go see Brenna now."

"I don't think we'll have to go to her," Carlin said as he looked toward the door. "There she is and I think she's making her way to us."

Thera looked up from her breakfast. Brenna was definitely coming their direction. "Thera, Jonah, Carlin, come with me quickly please."

"It's an honor to serve," Carlin replied as they joined Brenna and kept up with her brisk pace. "What can we do for you? Is it about kel-no-reem?"

Brenna glanced over her shoulder at Carlin. "You remember what the word means?"

"I think it's some kind of meditation Tor needs. I think it will help with his night sickness."

"I was thinking fish," added Jonah, "but Carlin's answer might be more helpful."

"We'll talk in my office. Before we get there, let me just say how sorry I am. I never meant for things to escalate this much. I argued against keeping you here for months, but Thera's ideas were so useful and Administrator Calder was so insistent. I'm truly sorry."

"Sorry?" Thera asked. "We're in the middle of an ice age. Where could we have gone if you didn't want to keep us here?"

"Who is Calder?" Jonah asked. "I think I vaguely remember an argument with a Calder. Was I night sick? Am I night sick now?"

As Jonah finished his question, the group arrived in Brenna's office. Tor was lying on a stretcher in the adjacent space. "You are not night sick, Colonel O'Neill. None of you are night sick and you don't belong here." She pointed to the stretcher. "Your friend Teal'c is in a state of deep kel-no-reem right now. When he wakes, I'm supposed to repeat his memory stamp again. All of you have been living with a memory stamp for nearly eight months. You are SG1, and this is not your home. It's time you return."

"I remember," Daniel gasped. "Jack, Sam, my dreams weren't just dreams after all. We are part of something bigger."

Jack sighed. "It's starting to come back to me, Daniel." His eyes turned toward Sam and her protruding abdomen then he turned his attention to Brenna. "Where's Calder?"

Sam frowned. "Jonah, I don't understand."

"Sam, his name isn't Jonah. It's Jack and I'm Daniel. Try to remember."

Sam just shook her head. "This doesn't make any sense, Carlin. Are all of you night sick?" Her tone softened, "am I night sick?"

"No, Major Carter, none of us are night sick. You're memories should return once you get back home. Again, I am so sorry."

Brenna pushed a button and the wall slid open. In the newly visible doorway, Calder and two armed guards were waiting. "Brenna, I must say I'm disappointed, but I'm not entirely surprised. You've had a weak spot for these workers since they arrived," Calder said as he glared at Brenna.

"I think I've just come to my senses," Brenna replied.

"Either way, you are no longer any use to me." Calder motioned to one of his guards. The guard shot Brenna and aimed his gun at Sam. Teal'c jumped up from his stretcher and tackled the guard. Jack jumped in and soon he and Teal'c had the guns.

"Good to have you back, T," Jack smiled then he turned to Sam. "Are you okay Carter?"

"Jonah, I just don't understand."

"Then this is a first. Don't worry, Sam. It's going to be okay. We'll figure everything out when we get home," Jack said softly.

"I'm afraid I can't let you return home, colonel. Your people searched for months. They believe you are dead, and it's best for me and my people if they never learn otherwise. It's time you and your team see the surface of our planet."

"Oh, I don't think so," Jack replied. "You're going to be our ticket to the stargate."

"Um, Jack, we can't leave the others behind. We have to free them," Daniel replied. "And, Brenna needs a doctor now."

"You're right, Daniel. We'll take them all with us. I suddenly remembered a tropical planet with beaches that go on for miles."

"But, what about my people?" Calder begged. "We need the workers to survive."

"Your people can do their own dirty work for a change. These people have suffered enough here," Jack replied. "Let's get this over with and go home."

Sam just stared at the scene unfolding in front of her. None of it made any sense, and she had an unexpected feeling of dread go through her as she watched Jonah become Colonel Jack O'Neill. This was not how it was supposed to be, and the shock caused her to pass out. When her eyes opened, a woman in a white lab coat was pointing a bright light into her eyes.

"It's such a relief to see you alive, Sam," the woman said warmly. "Cassie and I never gave up on you. I don't think Hammond ever fully believed you were dead either."

Sam stared blankly at the woman. "Have we met?"