I Bequeath…

Disclaimer: Sadly, these wonderful people are not mine. The plot is though, so far as I know.

A/N: So, I've done so much angst and realism lately I needed a break and figured you guys did too! No idea where this came from, but it's been floating around my head for awhile and I decided it was finally time. I apologize in advance for any OOC, but it shouldn't be too bad. Just a little fic

Enjoy!

They had all had those moments—those missions where they came just a bit too close for comfort. Those missions where, for a split second, they didn't think they would make it back. And it was because of those moments that lead them to dutifully manage what physical possessions they had and write down final condolences for those left behind.

Their last will and testaments.

Being the SGC's flagship team SG-1 generally got the toughest mission rotations and had the closest calls. Which is why it had become almost a habit for Sam to update her will almost monthly or, at least, check and make sure the letters she'd written to those closest to her were still current and—in one case—non incriminating. She wasn't obsessive…just careful.

Besides, she knew Daniel did the same thing. Though he certainly had more to give away than her; the man practically owned a museum. She wasn't positive on what kind of will Teal'c kept, if at all, but his earthly possessions were minimal and Ry'ac was his only family. She was sure he had something in place in case one of their missions went…badly.

It was the colonel that gave her pause. She knew he had a will, they had discussed it on one prior occasion years ago, back when they'd only been SG-1 for a little over six months. He'd had to change his primary beneficiaries and figured now was as good a time as any seeing as how he was back in the field and no longer in the relative safety of retirement.

It had been a weird conversation for the then Captain who was still trying to feel out her new CO. At times he seemed as gruff as any seasoned military/black ops officer and at others…he was gentle. Unbelievably so. And at other times he was just as ass.

But a lovable one.

Sam shook her head as she read over her will once again. She had four current beneficiaries, notably absent was her brother. He had been her sole beneficiary up until she joined the Stargate program, but they had discussed it and despite their tenuous newfound relationship, both had agreed it wasn't necessary. Anything Mark had would go to his wife and kids, Sam knew that. And Mark knew that he was no longer her only family. Besides Jacob, of course.

So Janet, Daniel, Teal'c, and the Colonel were the sole benefactors. She knew likewise that she was in Daniel and Janet's will, but she had no idea about the colonel. He was very tight lipped about it, though Sam suspected she knew who was in it.

Still. That didn't mean she didn't want confirmation…

But, no. That would be illegal.

And wrong.

Sam gave her computer a sideways glance. Maybe he had a copy of his will saved on his hard drive?

No. Sam shook her head. She was being crazy. She couldn't look at his will, not like that. Maybe she could convince him to divulge its contents one day? No, that seemed like a morbid conversation. And when would she even do it? In the middle of a botched mission when he or she lay dying and she would just be like…'Colonel…we're about to die…so…who's in your will?'

Yeah. She didn't think so.

Sam looked back down at her computer, confused to find that her fingers had begun the process of opening a backdoor into the SGC system. She didn't remember doing that…but clearly her subconscious really wanted to know if the colonel had said anything about her. Specifically.

"Carter?" Sam nearly fell off her stool in surprise. The colonel was standing just inside the doorway, knuckles laying against the doorframe in what was the apparent action of someone who'd been knocking for awhile.

"Sir!" Her voice came out higher than usual and she coughed to clear her throat. "Um, sir. Hi."

Jack cocked his head in amusement. "Hi." He casually stepped into her lab and leaned against the table. "Whatcha doin?" He nodded at her hands still poised tensely over the keyboard.

"Nothing." She answered just a tad too quickly before clicking the escape key and shutting the laptop.

A fleeting frown crossed Jack's features before he met her eyes again. He could push her…but he decided not to. Maybe she was finally doing something personal that didn't involve doohickeys and technobabble stuff.

And maybe he was a little curious.

But, still. He would let Carter have this one.

For now.

"Want lunch? Daniel and T are headed to the commissary now." Jack shoved his hands in his pockets and gave her a brief smile.

"Sounds good, sir." Sam smiled back and stood, following him out of the lab—determined to put the curiosity behind her.

It never occurred to either of them that Sam should have closed her door or locked up. And it never occurred to either of them that someone else was burning with their own curiosities.

But it should have.

TBC

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