[AN: I forgot to thank the person who beta read Ch1 for me: Nikki, you kick ass gurlie. I am also therefore dedicating this chapter to said beta reader. That said, I was questioned as to weather or not the fiancé knew about the SGC since he was USAF, the answer is NO. He's Air Force but not part of the SGC and therefore doesn't know it exists. Also I think people MAY be assuming too much here. Remember, this is an SG1 fic, nothing is as it seems.]

Disclaimer: Still not mine, despite having requested them as a present...

Beta: Krysta, you kick ass too

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Ch. 2: Revelations

Sam rose from her computer and paced the narrow space behind her desk. Her concentration had been shot for weeks. This was eating away at her and she had to talk to someone before she popped. She suddenly spun toward the door. Walking with more purpose then she'd shown in days she strode immediately to the vending machine by the elevator.

Okay so sometimes Jack does have good ideas.

She dug in her pocket for change and stuck it in the machine. She punched the diet coke button then repeated the process. Grabbing the two cans, she hastily swiped her card through the machine to call the elevator.

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Dr. Janet Frasier pulled up the list on her computer. With a sigh of relief she realized she was done with inoculations for the day. All of the last 3 teams on her list for the day were off-world.

Gee, maybe I'll actually get some paperwork caught up on for once.

She immediately dismissed the idea when a knock sounded on her office door. With a sigh she brought her mind back to reality.

"Come in." Janet looked up as the door swung open and her frustration was immediately replaced by a smile.

"Sam, to what do I owe the pleasure? Figured you'd be buried under a couple feet of paperwork today."

Sam rolled her eyes as she dropped into a chair across the desk from her best friend.

"Try a couple of yards. I should have been able to knock half of it off by now but my brain is less then cooperative." She passed one of the cans of soda across the desk.

Janet knew diet coke meant trouble.

"Alright, spill it. What's been into you lately?" She watched her friend shift uncomfortably.

"Look, I'm putting the doctor officially on break. This is just Janet. Two friends sitting down, having a chat."

Sam's gaze lowered to her hand which was fiddling with the top of the soda can.

"I need the doctor back. I need to talk to the person who can't be forced to repeat anything I tell her." She looked up.

"This could cost me a lot more then even just my job."

Janet moved around the desk, sitting next to the one women she had been able to truly confide in since transferring to the SGC.

"How about I be both for a while."

Sam took a long, drawn out swallow of soda followed by a deep breath.

"Okay, it all started when Annie died. Now, her parents have never approved of Dave. They think military men don't belong in families…that they shouldn't waste a 'nice girls life just to go and get themselves killed.' Even when he arranged for a transfer to a position as a CO of a small, out of the way base mainly used for training they wouldn't accept him. According to Annie's dad, all it would take was one bomb and they'd have him flying fighters overseas. Her mom just criticized him for moving her away from her family in DC. So while Annie was in the hospital, dying, her parents were meeting with lawyers, scheming. The day of her funeral, Dave was served with papers suing for custody of the kids. Dave has a friend at JAG in DC so he called her and best she could figure, Annie's parents were going to play the whole 'married to his career, won't have time for the kids' thing. She also said that people with that kind of money could find a psychoanalyst who would testify as to how living with a single military man wouldn't be good for the kids emotionally."

Sam paused for another swig of cool liquid from the can in her hand.

"I don't know how many nights I spent over there, him crying, scared to death he was going to loose all he had left. Shorty and Em mean the world to him. I know if he looses those kids…" Her voice cracked as she fought to hold back the tears.

"Dave's friend at JAG told him his best bet would be getting remarried. At first he couldn't even stomach the thought. He felt like he'd have to betray Annie to save his kids. But then I came up with a solution that sat a lot better."

Sam sat in silence as her words sunk in. Suddenly Janet's face lit up with understanding.

"Oh, Sam, you didn't suddenly fall in love with your best friend, you're helping him save his family."

Sam nodded solemnly.

"Naturally his parents suspect something's going on so they're looking for anything they can use against us. Any proof we had been having an affair before Annie died; anything that suggests that we ARE only marrying so he can keep the kids; any proof that I'm not the devoted faithful spouse I appear to be. It's just a good thing everything that goes on here is classified."

Janet sat silently for a while mulling things over, choosing her words carefully before she spoke.

"So, how long term is this marriage going to be? A few months? A year? Permanent?"

Sam had set her empty drink can on the desk and dropped her face into her hands, muffling her reply. "I don't know. It'll be at least a couple of years. If we haven't established that Dave can take care of those kids just fine first, they'll just drag him straight back to court."

"Does it bother you…to be making that kind of a commitment to him, to these kids?"

"No. Dave's my best friend and I love Em and Shorty like they were my own kids but…"

Janet put a comforting hand on Sam's arm.

What are you still hiding from me? "But what?"

Just as Sam opened her mouth to speak the all too familiar claxons went off, along with the announcement of an unscheduled off world activation. A moment later all hopes of finally admitting her only reservation about the entire situation were torn to shreds.

==Major Carter to the Control Room, I repeat Major Carter please report to the Control Room==

Sam glanced at Janet who simply waved her hand.

"You can finish later Sam. Go."

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Sam ran a hand through her hair after she finished putting away her equipment.

Leave it to the Marines to bring back a device near impossible to figure out.

She looked up at the clock and groaned silently. 0250. She had a mission briefing at 0700. She knew going home was pointless…and going to Dave's was even more pointless. She'd have to settle for the bunk in her quarters on base. Most pointless of all would be trying to talk to Janet in the next week. The doctor had no doubt left hours ago and the mission scheduled for that afternoon would take a couple of day. As soon as they got back they were scheduled for a weekend off, the first in months. Making a mental note to call Dave before she went to the briefing room she switched off the lights and went to get some sleep.

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