A/N Okay this is my first story for the internet, so please be nice. I'm just guna post this first and see what people think whether I should carry on with it or not, if you like it drop me a line (IE review) and I'll write some more.
Okay this is a re-post of the original, now beta'd!
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Jack looked down at his sleeping wife's swollen belly and smiled contentedly. Who would have thought that life could so sweet? For Jack life couldn't get any better. Well, it could, but he'd need a fishing rod, a couple of beers and a nice pond in Minnesota for that to happen, but right now, life was very good. Very good indeed.
Looking up, Jack couldn't help but smile at his companions, the stoic Teal'c and the geek Daniel Jackson were disagreeing once again, something that was happening more often between the now close friends.
It had been almost a year since they travelled back in time to the last sixth dynasty Egypt - not that he'd tell Daniel that he knew what dynasty it was, he had a reputation to uphold - and they were starting to get restless. Daniel wanted to ensure the timeline was not corrupted; Teal'c wanted to get back to fighting the Goa'uld; Sam wanted, well he wasn't quite sure what she wanted, she tended to be a little cautious, so things never really happened very fast with her. But Jack knew what he wanted, and he had it already.
Tracing the lines of Sam's face, Jack thought about his life before she crashed into it, crippled by the loss of his son and the rupture of his marriage and eventual divorce, he had been cynical and antisocial, blaming the tragic death of his son Charlie on himself, he had decided, as penance, to live a hermit-like existence to the end of his days, running a fishing boat. And then, a shy bumbly blonde and her counterpart approached him, not long after he had told the military to get stuffed. Again.
The pair had talked his ear off for an hour but to tell the truth, he hadn't heard a word of it. He had watched the blonde mesmerised, he was struck the first minute he had seen her, watching her blue eyes through her glasses as they shined with enthusiasm for the subject she was talking about.
If he was honest with himself, it was because of her that he re-joined the military and went through that damn Stargate, she was the reason he wanted to live again. He felt silly, he was a grown man and he was acting like a randy teenager in love, but he knew the first time he saw her that he would follow her to the ends of the earth.
He remembered the first time they made love, in the back of the puddle jumper just after they thought they were going to be killed by a pack of Jaffa. It was a real turning point in his life, he fell head over heels in love with the woman he now held in his arms. Totally, irrevocably in love, and he didn't care; it felt good. Damn good.
And it was in that moment that he did something he had only done once before in his life, he asked Samantha Carter to marry him. Remembering that, a smile lit up on his face once more, it felt good every time he thought that Samantha Carter was no more, she was his, his Samantha O'Neill. With two L's.
He often wondered what he did to deserve it, the love of this wonderful woman, how he managed to pay penance for his sins. He tried not to think about that too much though, he tried to enjoy the love, light and laughter that she brought into his life.
The woman in his arms stirred once more opening her stunning blue eye and gazed into his eyes.
"They arguing again?" her voice, husky from sleep asked, stirred something inside him he once thought to be dormant, "Why didn't you wake me?"
He smiled at her; she had insisted that they approach the subject of the puddle jumper and once they had all gotten together had promptly fallen asleep.
"You looked cute," he retorted, "and anyway you need the sleep, you're getting it for two now."
"Or three," she added with disdain, not liking the fact that they knew nothing about this pregnancy, it gave her no chance to think or plan.
From the look on her face Jack could tell she needed distracting, thinking quickly, he came to their explosive problems. Namely the shortage of them.
"Why don't you put the boys out of their misery and tell them that there aren't enough explosives to get rid of the damned thing?"
Smiling at her husband Sam thought of her uncharacteristic behaviour of the last year. Since being stranded, she had become more impulsive, definitely more impulsive, if making love in the back of a puddle jumper was anything to go by. She had become more open to the love that Jack freely offered, and when Jack asked her to marry him, while half dressed and breathless from their exertion, she had said yes. A very happy yes.
She remembered Daniel's face when they announced their engagement, a kind of ironic smile that could mean anything, but behind it, silently amused eyes as if he was expecting something like this to happen all along, even though they had known each other for only hours.
Much after that was a whirlwind of excitement and jubilation, the false gods had been beaten, and their marriage was part of the months of celebrations after.
She smiled and the intensity of the argument got louder. Well, you couldn't really call it an argument, more like a heated debate, really should intervene. Letting Jack pull her up to a sitting position, she addressed the arguing duo.
"Look guys," she started diplomatically, "we really haven't got much of a choice, the puddle jumper needs to be destroyed to ensure that no more damage is done to the timeline." They all nodded in agreement, this was something they could all concur on.
"And there is not enough C4 or explosives to do so here, so we have only one choice really, we have to go back, forwards, back, oh never mind." The smiles that played across the faces of the human and Jaffa showed that they realised the attempt that she had made at humour, but their eyes showed that they realised that what she was saying was true.
A light kick from her baby caused her to cup her hand over her belly and averted her attention to her own dilemma. She wanted to have this baby with more assistance then she would have here, she wanted to know that her baby was safe, she needed that reassurance.
"So are we in agreement?" She asked, making sure every one was on the same page
"Indeed Samantha O'Neill," the tall Jaffa smiled down at her, "tomorrow we leave for the future."
Daniel looked at the three dejectedly. "Three against one" he lamented "I guess I'm out voted." His voice showed otherwise, he knew what they would have to do, he had know it since his friends died in the first failed uprising when they reclaimed the puddle jumper after some heavy bombing. As soon as he had seen it was unscathed he had known he would have to go back.
Looking his now heavily pregnant friend he wondered if much would be different in the future. If it wasn't Sam and Jack where in for the shock of their life.
'Or not,' he realised, thinking of all the alterative realities that featured Sam and Jack as a couple. But this, this was them. He just couldn't wait to see their faces, and his own, he guessed.
"So," Daniel said out loud to the three people that made up his closest circle of friends and family, "we're going back to the future."
Jack rolled his eyes.
Sam giggled cutely.
And Teal'c, being Teal'c, just raised one eyebrow.
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