Notes: 5am! I'm getting worse. Anyway, before I fall asleep on my keyboard, thank you for reviewing. As some people have said, yes, I know there are a lot of children. By not introducing them all at once, I'm trying to make it less confusing. Teal'c does indeed have some descendants of his own, but, again with trying not to make it any more confusing. Hmmm, I don't think Kerry is a doctor of anything, but in sixteen years, I'd say she'll have had the time to work up to it. As for her attitude, she has her reasons, trust me.

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"…Okay, you got me," Belle stated, dumping her schoolbag on her chair and taking a seat on the table, "Why doesn't your mom like Sam?"

"Carter," Jason corrected her, not looking up from the sketch he was making in the back of his book.

"Okay, Carter," she shrugged, "But she's 'Sam' to me…I guess…Mom considers her family…" the girl shook her head, "It was one of those 'all too polite' conversations."

He looked up, "She seemed alright at home. Then again, Kris was creating hell with her science project, so…"

Belle grinned, "I'm surprised your dad doesn't go nuts."

"I think we've both learnt to block it all out…hey, at least she hasn't pulled another cake baking fiasco…"

"We got a lot of cakes out of that," Nikki's voice made them both jump, "Okay, so most of them were burnt, but it was better than nothing at all," she too sat on her desk, and began to rummage through her bag, "…I have to finish filling in that careers form…" she muttered.

Belle's eyes widened, "Oh crap!" she jumped off her desk, sweeping her hair behind her ears as she did so, lunging for her bag, "Crap, crap, crap!"

"Belle strikes again," Jason laughed, "Come on, you know what you want to do with your life."

"Yeah, but I don't have good enough reasons," she stressed, glaring at him, clearly stating, 'reasons that I'm 'allowed' to mention'.

He winced, "…You got me there."

"Huh?" Nikki looked up, "What?" she began chewing on the end of her pen.

"Nothing, Ki," Belle shook her head, slamming the blue form that was required for their later interviews down on her desk.

"Uh-huh…" their friend clearly didn't need an answer, already desperately scribbling on the form, in much the same fashion as Belle.

Jason smiled, shaking his head, already having filled in the form. He knew all he had to put down was 'Air Force' and there would be few questions asked. They needed USAF officers. He wouldn't have to say he wanted to defend the planet, just the country. And, with it on record that both his parents worked in 'a' military facility…it all pretty much guaranteed his interview would be short. He and his parents would go about his application to the academy, not the school. He leant back in his chair, and it was then he noticed the new girl at the door, looking rather lost.

Rei glanced inside, scanning for anybody she knew. She was sure it was the room she had gone to the day before…

"Over here," Jason found himself saying, before he even thought it.

She took a step back, tucking a strand of light brown hair behind her ear, evidently a nervous habit. Her eyes widened and she smiled slightly as she caught sight of Belle and Nikki, not quite sure who the boy was. John? Josh? Jay…Jason! Rei nodded and walked slowly over, uncertain.

Nikki waved, gesticulating with the chewed pen she still held, "Heya, Rei. You filled in your careers form?"

She stopped dead, luckily beside her desk, "…Careers…form…?"

Belle shook her head, "Ki, she won't have one."

"But I'm sure I saw her name on the list!"

Rei held her hands up, terrified she'd already missed something important, "…List…?"

Jason decided to put her out of her misery, "Its our class's turn for careers interviews. They want to make sure we have 'direction', and if we don't, they intend to make sure we do by the end of the week."

"…So I just have to tell somebody I know what career path I want to take?"

"And justify it."

She collapsed into her chair, "…I can do that," she nodded, more to herself than anybody else, "Thank you," she smiled at Jason, through sheer relief.

"No problem," he blinked and shook his head ever so slightly, having caught himself staring at her.

Belle smirked, but kept her comments to herself, and feigned great interest in the form once more.

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"She claims Apophis as her father and the seat of power as her birthright," Daniel punched in a command on the laptop computer to display a type of ship Sam had never seen before.

She glanced around, and, not seeing anybody else bat an eyelid, coughed, "Erm…excuse my denseness…but what is that?"

"Her mothership," Jack replied, "the mothership of all motherships," he quipped.

"We're working on the assumption that her Jaffa and Goa'uld underlings are working for her more out of fear than devoted loyalty," Daniel commented, "Or at least, that's what we're hoping."

"We have never been successful in liberating even a small number of her Jaffa," Teal'c added, "most individuals appear to believe she will find them wherever they flee, and exact punishment for abandoning their goddess."

"But that's bull," Jack muttered.

"The fact remains that anyone serving on that ship, deployed as troops or not, is either well and truly brainwashed or too scared to step a foot out of line," Daniel shrugged.

"So the two Tok'ra spies the Alpha site planted are doing a good job of feigning blind loyalty," Kerry nodded.

"We planted Tok'ra spies? Us?" Sam frowned.

"Desperate measures, Colonel," she replied. She might as well have said, 'keep up, will you?'.

"I thought we didn't agree with that."

"Times change."

Jack coughed, "Anyway. We've got one pretty high up in the ranks. Second of the 'underlings', if you will. But its not as if we can just slap some C4 on her and ask her to go on a suicide mission."

"The shielding about Satra's person would render that technique ineffective," Teal'c stated.

The General sighed, "I was kidding, T."

"…So what exactly do we intend to do?" Sam asked, folding her arms.

"She has a daughter," Daniel informed her, "Goes with her everywhere, is barely let out of her sight. She even bears the title, 'God's Wife of Amun'," seeing the blank looks from around the table, he continued, "Important title for a woman to bear, trust me on that one. She's basically trying to ensure that people understand the legitimacy of her daughter, from the ancient line of Goa'uld, back to Ra. Egyptian queens were given the title, particularly in the eighteenth dynasty; Ahmose-Nefertari, for example-"

"Daniel!" Jack interrupted.

"Jack?"

"…We get the point."

"…Right. Okay, well, the plan is to somehow capture her daughter. Even if we can only use her as a bargaining chip for now. With no legitimate heiress to her power, Satra will most likely realise that she's a much more inviting target for any enemies. With nobody to strike back after her death…why not take a shot at her?" Daniel finished.

Sam nodded, slowly, "…So…we get her daughter…how exactly…"

"We're working on it," Kerry answered.

"You're working on it?" she gaped. She had hoped for a plan of action.

"Yes, Colonel, we're working on it. This is more than a desk job now."

Sam didn't dignify that with an answer.

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"You found it then?"

"…Yeah. I think I annoyed half the year by asking for directions every five minutes…" Rei sat down in the vacant chair outside the small office.

"I thought Belle was going to show you the way?"

She shrugged, "She forgot our timetables clash. She doesn't take German…somehow she already has a qualification in it…"

Jason only just managed to stop himself smiling, "She studied for it, she deserved it," he answered, "Damned stubborn of her."

She shifted in her seat, "I didn't know you had your interview now."

"Rescheduled. Was supposed to be later this afternoon," he didn't offer further explanation.

Rei nodded and caught sight of the form in his hand, "…What do you want to do?"

"Air Force," he stated, "Always wanted to."

She tilted her head, blue eyes wide, "…Really?"

"Yeah," Jason frowned, "Why?"

"That's what I'm going in for too. End of the year, when I hit seventeen."

Air Force? That girl? What made her want to sign up? He couldn't quite believe what he was hearing.

"My Mom's a Colonel in the USAF," Rei continued, "I probably wont do as well as she has, but I want to give it a shot. I want to help."

Jason mulled this over, "Same reason I want to, I guess. Give something back. Take an active part of the defence of this wo-" he stopped himself, "country. My Dad's a General."

"Wow," she smiled, "…I didn't know we had so much in common. I wouldn't have taken you as the USAF type…I hope you don't think I mean that in an offensive way…"

"Nah, its alright," he sat up straight, "To be honest, you don't strike me as the type either."

Rei laughed, "I like to surprise people."

"O'Neill, Jason," a young woman stuck her head round the door as another student left, "and you even have your form," she teased.

He stood and glanced back at Rei, "I like to surprise people."

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