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Author's Note: This is just the prologue. Happy Holidays Everyone!!
Samantha kept to the outskirts of the party, her mind buzzing over information and recent experiences. She was recently married to the man of her dreams, Jack O'Neill, with permission from the President. Her job in Atlantis was going well, Earth was safe, and her relationship, though long-distanced, was strong. Everything was going great, but Sam knew better than to think that she was invincible. They had many enemies out there, both on the planet and in two galaxies. Her eyes caught on three men in the opposite corner, her chest constricted, she had to talk to her husband, not all was right in the world.
"Jack," Sam said secretly coming up beside him as he talked with a group of politicans and military men. The group turned to look at her in the modestly cut black dress that she wore. "Excuse me gentlemen, but I need to have a word with my husband." The group broke apart relatively quickly, a few of the marines winking at Jack.
"Sam, what's up?" he asked her, his eyes seeing the concern in her hers.
"We're not safe here Jack," she replied her blue eyes catching his seriously. She saw his face go quickly from being curious to being serious and concerned. "Kinsey is here. I've seen a few rogue N.I.D. agents to. I know that it's probably nothing, but I have this feeling Jack." She watched him nod and whisper his agreement in her ear.
"Excuse me Mr. Vice President," Jack said walking up with Sam beside him, "I'm afraid we must cut our night short. My wife isn't feeling well. I need to take her home."
"I'm sorry Jack," the Vice President said earnestly as Kinsey walked up beside him, "but I can't allow you to do that."