Ok so this is my first fan fiction ever! I've always loved to write but never on a large scale, so please any feedback and criticism would help. I hope you enjoy the story and tell me whatever part you don't like or find unsuitable. Hopefully you all wanna see this couple in a hopelessly romantic relationship as much as I do and won't find this story too fairy taley.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters or the show, any wrong data in the stories is mine, and I don't own any of the songs inspiring my stories.

Chapter 1

Homer was now entering through the Stargate; he had finally dialed the right address after so long… he was headed towards P3X199 also known as the Bikini Paradise, home of Mary Steenburgen.

The whooshing sound of the gate was suddenly interrupted by a slight bang, which caused Homer to slowly start regaining consciousness. Albeit in these first moments of awareness, he couldn't quite make out any of his surroundings… what was that sound and why did he feel that fuzzy hair like material when he started scratching his bald head….

The bangs started to get louder and then turned into heavy knocks. 'Probably knocks on wood' he explained to himself. Apparently, this wood was a door and that door was most likely that of his own house… Then after a few more thought streams passed through his brain, he figured out that it was definitely someone knocking at his door, and that the fact that his scalp was covered with frizzy hair, was because in the land of the waking he was Major General Jack O'Neill (with two LLs) not Homer Simpson. The latter fact always seemed to disappoint him whenever he woke up. He continued scratching his hair, with a partly disappointed eyebrow from the realization and a partly confused eyebrow from the fact that an unexpected guest was knocking at his door without taking a break.

He dragged himself to the door. Not because he wanted to greet the eager guest, but because he couldn't wait to shout at the top of his lungs at the annoying human being or alien who was currently at his doorstep. He opened the door and at the same instant opened his mouth to start his reprimand but was stopped by an incredibly highly raised eyebrow and a smile so faint that you had to know it so well to recognize it. And in the whole world only a few people knew it that well, and as fate had it he was one of them. His angry face turned into the warmest smile ever and he instantly clasped the shoulders of his dear friend. "Ah dear friend," he said in an exaggerating tone that only he knew how to use," what a great surprise! What brings you to my humble home?"

"Greetings, O'Neill! Did I wake you?"

"Ah no problem T, I had to wake up anyway you know the fish are waiting for me in my lovely pond!"

Teal'c responded by raising his eyebrow. "So come on in!" While Teal'c took a seat O'Neill went to the fridge to offer his friend something to drink and get himself a beer to wash down the remaining sleepiness inside him."So do you want some Ginger Ale, or will you finally let me offer you some beer?" he asked while almost half disappearing inside the fridge. Of course he knew better than to wait for an answer, and poured Teal'cs Ginger Ale in a glass that almost looked clean. "So how have you been old friend?" he asked sitting down, "heard you a had a tough one that last week, am glad you came back safely! All of you!"

"Indeed. It was with mere luck and Colonel Carter's efforts that we could come back."

"So you don't mind the few extra years you've earned yourself from this mission?"

"I did what I had to do, O'Neill."

O'Neill's face turned serious "No really, how are you holding up buddy?" his voice was overwhelmed with sincerity, "It must have been hard for you, all of you, but especially you! I mean not only did you lose some precious years from your life, but you also have to keep the events of these decades to yourself. It's a heavy burden to carry, it must be killing you!"

"You have no idea." replied Teal'c in an almost perfectly sarcastic tone. "Is that a hint of sarcasm I sense in that statement? Gee, aren't I proud of you T!" nagged O'Neill.

"That's why I'm here."

O'Neill raised his eyebrow, "Really?"

"Yes."

"How?"

"There are things I learned during my life on the Odyssey that I fear I cannot keep buried inside me. If I do so I will be inflicting severe damage on your life and on my conscience."

Of course, O'Neill had no idea that by 'life' Teal'c meant happiness and that he (and many others) had long waited for an opportunity like this to arise, so that he finally had to talk to O'Neill about the topic he planned on discussing today. But O'Neill was to figure out all this soon enough.

"What going on T? You are starting to scare me there buddy!" O'Neill's worry was starting to grow more noticeable in his tone. "What happened up there?"

"No need to be scared, O'Neill. It's concerning Colonel Cart…" Teal'c didn't even get the chance to finish his sentence, before the general interrupted in panic. "What's with Carter, is she ok?"

"Colonel Carter is in great health O'Neill, there's no necessity to be alarmed. It's concerning you and Colonel Carter!" Teal'c said without even flinching, his expression unchanging. O'Neill's eyes grew wider "Oh! What about Colonel Carter and me?" he asked trying to sound as casual as possible.

"You two should be together!" Teal'c blurted out bluntly.

O'Neill eyes grew even wider -if that was even possible- and his jaw dropped to the ground. He tried to make a sound, any sound, but his mind was too stoned to find the words.

A slight smug grin slowly formed on Teal'c face. His words had the exact same effect he had desired. Now that O'Neill was too bluffed to respond, Teal'c could continue on with what he wants to get through to that thick brain of his uninterrupted.

"It is understandable that it is taking you a long time to figure it out, but Colonel Carter?"

O'Neill was still unable to fathom what Teal'c was trying to do that he couldn't even feign being hurt by the teasing insult.

"Sometime after being stranded on the ship, Colonel Carter began to act upon her desires!"

O'Neill's sequence of muted words was finalized with a loud "What!" that probably echoed through the whole house.

"You undoubtedly want me to elaborate further…"

"Actually I'm not so sure at this point; I mean this conversation has become disturbing on so many levels."