Chapter 10

Jackie had gone home for the evening with the words brewing in her mind about SG-1 not having a real command structure. She wondered how to tell them the fact without sounding wishful or insane for she couldn't tell them that is was George Hammond who told her for he would look unprofessional. She lay down in bed upon propping Teddy up on the nearby pillow for a good night's sleep. Ah, sleep! One never knows just important sleep can be until you cannot sleep well at all. Tossing and turning, struggling to drift off to wonderland all while watching the nearby clock move closer and closer to the alarm bell. Just as sweet slumber was about to take her away she heard a pounding on her front door. She reluctantly climbed out of bed and made her way to the door in her pink pajamas and fuzzy white slippers. She opened the door to find Sam standing in civilian clothes. She looked as if she simply threw on jeans and a t-shirt with a black jacket.

"Get dressed! Something has happened to your father." she told her.

"Was he in an accident?" she asked concerned.

She motioned over her shoulder to figure in her car. It was the face of teenage boy with curly light brown hair.

"Who's the kid?" she asked.

"Your father!" she told her.

Her mouth dropped. "I'll be right there!"

SGC

A teenage version of Jack O'Neill had been brought into the base and multiple testing endured. As the young version of Jack debated his future Dr. Frasier unraveled the mystery and discovered he was in fact a clone. Within 24 hours Thor of the Asgard had been contacted and Loki was located along with an unconscious and fully grown Jack O'Neill who had no idea what had happened or that he was kidnapped in his sleep. Upon discovering Jack's daughter Thor had discovered the necessary genetic component to save his people. Hence, if Dr. Carter had not used the Gate to come this reality and been stuck in 1980, the Asgard likely never would have found the lifesaving genetic material.

As Jack's teenage clone Jon was about to leave the base for a destination unknown General Hammond stopped him and asked if he would join them for one more briefing. Curious as to what new information the General had he agreed to stay in the fragile balance between one life to another.

Jack walked into the briefing room and spotted the clone. He barked, "I thought you were leaving!"

"I was," Jon told him sitting at the table. "Hammond asked me to sit in on this meeting. He said I would find it interesting."

"You know what this is about?" he asked.

He shook his head, "Nope!"

The rest of SG-1 soon filtered into the room along with Dr. Fraiser and Jackie behind her. Jackie mentioned, "I'm open Friday afternoons for Cassie's lessons."

"That sounds good," the doctor agreed. "Cassie's excited about having private violin lessons."

Jack grinned from his seat, "I can help her with lyrics for songs."

Janet smirked, "I heard all about your song, sir."

"I thought it was good." Jack shrugged. He looked at his clone, "Did you think it was good."

"Brilliant!" he agreed.

Sam merely rolled her eyes annoyed for she felt like her tune was being mocked by the lyrics Jack made up. She felt she shouldn't bother ever humming a tune ever again.

Jackie pulled a small harmonica from her pocket as they waited for Hammond to emerge from his office. She smirked, "This is what Mom and Sam's song sounds like on an instrument." She then started to play the notes. It was a deep and soothing tone with an upbeat overture. The richness of the harmonica gave the tune legs and everyone listened to the song Sam had hummed for years but never wrote down. Upon finishing she looked at Sam.

"How did I do?" she asked her.

"That's what it sounds like in my head." she told her. "But with a huge band playing it."

Janet admitted, "That would be so cool with a band playing it."

Jack admitted, "That would be cool. Nearly as a cool as Star Wars when that theme comes on…"

Teal'c sat and disagreed, "I believe MajorCarter's song is better."

Sam asked, "You like my song, T?"

"Indeed," he nodded with a smile.

Jack started his lyrics once more, "Stargate! It's a great big ring…"

Daniel huffed holding his hands up, "No! Just no!"

Miffed Jack then crossed his arms and gave a pucker as he pouted.

Hammond then walked into the room carrying a file in his hands. "I have some news on James Bausch!"

Jack asked wishful, "Is he dead?"

"No," he replied.

"Damn." he muttered.

"He lives here in Colorado Springs." Hammond told him.

"What?" asked Jack.

"It gets even better. He is the director of the music department at the local school district. He teaches a class at Cheyenne Mountain High School." Hammond handed him the file. "He's been here for years. He still has CIA connections."

Daniel stated alarmed, "If this man wanted to have Sam's alternate make music into a weapon, him being a music director at a local school doesn't sound like such a good idea."

"And many of the kids are children of officers and enlisted," added Janet alarmed.

"Which is why I need a team in that school to find out what Bausch is doing." stated Hammond.

Jon closed his eyes and sunk in the chair as he suddenly realized why Hammond asked him to stay. "You want me to go into that school as a kid."

Hammond looked at him and confessed, "Indeed I do but not alone. I want a team in the school. He will know who Colonel O'Neill is immediately but not you, Jon. You have an advantage. You have the Colonel's memories of Project Moonbeam and you are young enough to go into the school as a student."

"This is gonna be a nightmare." he winced. "High school at my age?"

Jack reminded him, "You're only a day old."

He barked, "Not helping!"

"I won't be sending you in alone, Jon. Lt. Converse will be enrolling as a student as well." stated Hammond.

Jackie gasped, "I'm too old!"

"You look younger than what you are." he assured him. "You can pass as a teenager. I want you in the band listening what is going on."

Daniel stated, "You said you wanted a team in the school."

"You, Major Carter and Teal'c." he agreed. "You and Major Carter will use the cover of a married couple and the parents of Lt. Converse and Jon. You will both go in as teachers. Teal'c will go in as a school security guard."

Jackie tried for last ditch effort to get out going back to school, "I have to give music lessons on Friday afternoons to Cassie. So, I can't do it."

Hammond informed her, "Cassie Fraiser is a student in the school. I'm sure you two can work something out."

Her shoulder's slunk, "Damn."

Daniel assured her, "None of us are looking forward to going undercover in high school."

"You get to be a teacher." she reminded.

"Which is just as bad as being a student." he replied.

Jon groaned, "I'll get back to you on that one, Daniel."

Cabin

It would take a few days for Hammond to get the paperwork and needed cover in place for the team leaving them with some time to spend. Jack felt like he had nothing he could do for Hammond didn't want him in the local school for the investigation. Assuming everyone else would be too busy preparing for the assignment, Jack simply slipped away to cabin retreat. As he sat sipping a beer on the dock, Sam's car pulled up the drive. He turned around rather surprised. He squinted through the sunglasses as he looked on.

Sam emerged from the car wearing jeans and white blouse with brown hiking boots. She sported a pair of sunglasses and smiled as she walked towards the dock.

"Mind if I join you?" she asked him as she got closer.

"Pull up a chair," he motioned towards an extra folding chair off to the side.

Sam took the chair and placed it be Jack. She took a seat and looked about at the lovely scenery. "This is great up here."

"It is," he agreed with a nod.

"I was talking to your daughter earlier." she mentioned.

"Our daughter," he smirked.

She cautioned, "An alternate from another reality is not…" she winced, "Okay…She's mine too in a strange way. Anyways, she said something rather interesting that I never thought of before."

"What's that?" he asked.

"You're not my CO after all." she told him.

Jack pondered, "How so?"

"I'm the head of my department and I report directly to George, not you. I was reporting to you as a courtesy. And it helped further our missions." she explained.

Jack sat baffled, "But we are on the same team and I outrank you."

"But women are not allowed in combat." she reminded him. "My role is not combat and you have nothing to do with my department. Meaning, I'm an advisor on the team who happens to have a rank."

"There are no combat roles open to women," he gave a nod. "That's not allowed. Women are turned down for that training. You were given a specialized course."

She grinned, "The only way you could be commanding officer is if you suddenly got promoted to General and were handed the keys to the SGC. And I don't see that happening."

"Why not?" he huffed.

"You wouldn't be able to go off world. You would be stuck on base and you would hate that." she pointed out.

"I could still make general." he told her.

"You could," she nodded.

He miffed, "I kind of like the 'Carter', 'Sir' thing we got going."

She smiled, "It's kind of a turn on in a kinky way."

Jack started to hum her song once more. He grinned as he looked over to her and started his lyrics once more, "Stargate! It's a big ring with a swirl…"

She started to laugh, "No!"

"You staying the weekend?" he asked.

"I would like that," she nodded. "Where am I sleeping?"

He meekly stated, "Wherever you want."

Next Morning

Sam woke up in Jack's arms. They spent the night making love alone in the cabin. Her life was finally coming together. The regulations turned out not to be the issue she thought it would be as long as Jack wasn't sitting in the General's chair. She could have that life! She could have a career and a family. She didn't have to put one off for the other and most important she could have the man she loved.

Jack had been awake for some time. He could tell she woke by the change in her breathing. He softly started to hum Sam's tune. He had to admit it was a good tune. It was catchy and yet comprehensive. It stuck in his mind ever since Jackie played it on an instrument.

Sam warned him, "Don't start!"

"What?" he muttered.

"Don't start singing those idiotic words." she warned him.

He assured her, "I'm not! The tune has been in my head since Jackie played it at the meeting."

She rolled on her back and looked at his face. He had his head down on the pillow with his eyes closed as the tune rolled through his mind. She smiled, "So you do like my song."

"Of course." he nodded.

"I thought you didn't when you started making up those lyrics." she told him.

"No," he shook his head. "I was picking on the program using your tune and those lyrics."

"Ah," she had to laugh. "That was kind of funny."

"I knew you had a sense of humor." he mentioned.

"You know me better than most," she assessed.

He shook his head, "The person who knows you the best is the person who spent her entire life with you."

"I'm not actually her mother." she reminded him.

He rebutted, "Stevie…Other you…Knew she would find you someday. She knew you would find the band. She left even left that medallion with the Gate addresses…"

"There is no address," she told him. "I ran it against the data base and every program. The address she gave doesn't exist. Maybe it existed in her reality but not here."

"You would not go through the trouble of leaving that medallion with Hank with instructions to give it to you without a reason." he insisted.

"It's not a Gate address." she told him.

"Maybe it's something else disguised as a Gate address," he suggested.

"I suppose it could be." she agreed.