Previously in The Cell

He woke to see Sam's eyes full of tears and he feared that she had suddenly regretted everything.

"What's wrong?"

"I love you."

He smiled and took her in his arms, rocking her gently and said "Everyone has crosses in life to bear."

TBC in 'The Door'

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The Door

Chapter 1

It was another brilliant crisp October day and the last days of SG-1. The next week would bring the four going in different directions in their life paths as well as directions in the universe.

Daniel and Teal'c had gotten an early start and were well on their way back to Colorado. Jack and Sam stayed ostensibly to straighten up and pack up the perishables, but if fact Jack was expecting the next houseful. He had extended an invitation to his young clone John O'Neill. He knew that much about himself that the family cabin had provided for him a measure of comfort and solace. He could not deny it to his other self no matter how the whole clone-thing creeped him out. He hadn't touched base with the kid, as he thought of him, in a while and stayed on at the cabin to do just that and then take off to prepare for his next assignment. Having Sam as a buffer was an extra bonus for him. He sincerely hoped that it would not give the kid any added grief that he surely did not need. Sam seemed a little edgy but he thought it was just the oddity of two O'Neills, the original and the copy or was it in Sam's mind the old used one and new improved version.

They heard a car pull up and exited the cabin after stowing away the last of the beer and liquor. Three of them got out of the cars. It was his clone, John, with Cassie on his right and another girl behind him. She held John's hand but hung back, seemingly shy. Jack gave Cassie a hug, demurred with John. He always felt that if he shook hands with him or gave him a manly hug they would both disappear in a puff of smoke and then there was the other girl. When she came to stand by John's side holding his hand all Jack could say was

"Jesus Christ".

She looked at him and said "Sir."
It was a 17 year old Samantha Carter.

Jack stared at her and when he could manage verbalizing a simple thought he turned to his Sam and realized she knew.

"What the fuck were you thinking? Do you have any idea…" and realized that indeed, she must.

"It's a long story."