Major Samantha Carter and Colonel Jack O'Neill were running. From whom they don't know. All they knew was that the man had shot Carter with a strange weapon that looked straight out of Star Trek. Jack got the better of him, disarming him. Jack was holding the weapon as they were running. Jack had had enough time to grab Sam, who had gained enough consciousness to run with him holding her up, when they saw about 5 individuals running towards them, all holding the same weapon and Jack wasn't going to wait around to find out if they were friendlies. So they ran.

Just when she felt that she couldn't run anymore, they reached the gate. Like a practiced dance Carter dialed the address home and Jack punched in the GDO signal, and, hearing the people running behind them, they took the leap of faith, and jumped through the gate.

What happened after they got through the gate was just like they had done a hundred times before. They got checked out by Doc. Frasier, who said that Carter looked fine but needed to get a few hours sleep. They got cleaned up, and Carter went to her base quarters while Jack headed to the debriefing. General Hammond would hear Carter's side after she got some sleep.

Sam P.O.V.

I walked into my room on the base, where I had been ordered to go rather than check out the stun weapon that she had been hit with. I put on my Pajamas. They were a little loose, but Janet had said that I had lost a little weight. I was so tired. It was probably the stun weapon, it was a miracle that I had made it to the gate after being hit. I wouldn't have made it without Jack. That's what I called him in my head. Not 'Sir,' nor 'Colonel,' Jack. He is the man I love, and he loves me, and yet we can never say so.

But as soon as my head hit the pillow, I succumbed to the darkness that was deep sleep.

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I woke to the normal sounds that was the base: "Incoming Wormhole!" I looked up, and it was strange, everything looked so much bigger. I pushed my blankets back, and sat up in my bed, to find that my legs were handing a good foot above the floor. "What the?" I said to myself, and I pushed myself out of bed to find my pajama pants slid down my pants and my pajama top was hanging off one shoulder. My shirt, while when I put it on last night, the bottom was at my waist, it now reached down to my knees.

"I've got a problem…" I said to myself, wondering what to do next. I couldn't just walk down to the infirmary like this, I think I'll just call Janet, and ask her to come here.

I called the infirmary, only to learn that Janet had left the base 20 minutes ago, and wouldn't have reached home yet. The next person on her list to call was Jack. So she did. She lucked out and Jack was still on the base.

"Hello?" Asked the sleepy voice. She had obviously woke him up.

"Sir? It's Sam, I was wondering, could you come to my room. It's an emergency and Janet already left."

"What's wrong?"

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you. Just come down here."

Jack P.O.V.

I couldn't believe that she had called me, for whatever her problem was. She had been asleep for about 10 hours, and I had been asleep for the last 6. Janet had gone home, the base was empty, but I had been way too tired to drive home, so as I did probably way too often, I decided to sleep here. I had left the strange weapon on Sam's desk, I knew that she would want to check it out as soon as she was up.

Well, that was now, apparently. I reached the door and knocked, and after hearing a squeaky, "Come in." I Opened the door.

And what I saw was beyond imagination. It was Sam, but she looked like she was only 3 feet tall. "Oh, my. We have a problem." I said to myself.

"YA THINK!"

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