A Sleepy Day in Munchkin Land

Sam and Jack arrived home; hoping that they wouldn't be called back the SGC. When half an hour went by with no calls and Grace still sleeping peacefully, the two relaxed, curling up together on the couch.

Jack idly traced Sam's belly. Her stomach had just begun to show signs of her pregnancy and he loved to touch it, marveling that they had created a new life together. "So, do you think it's a boy or a girl?" he asked, tickling the area around her belly button.

"I don't know. If you want, we can still find out later. Janet's going to do another ultrasound at twenty-one weeks or so." Sam looked at Jack wondering if he'd changed his mind about keeping the baby's sex a surprise.

"No, just curious. How about a blue-eyed daughter? Graces' eyes seem to be changing brown like mine. You know." He raised a finger. "A boy would do in a pinch as well."

Smiling, Sam snuggled down into his arms not wanting to move. She closed her eyes feeling herself drift off to sleep only to be awaken by Jack's voice.

"So, what do you want to do today? We could go to the zoo or to the Garden of the God's again," Jack offered.

Sam shrugged. "Not sure, why? What would you like to do?" She looked around, the house looked not to bad thanks to her hurried cleaning the night before. Even though she knew the laundry baskets were overflowing.

It wasn't even noon yet and Sam felt exhausted. "Why don't we just stay here and watch some TV? Do the things normal people do, like laundry and make food that isn't pre-cooked. That way we can pretend for today that life is normal."

Wrapping his arms around her, Jack sighed. "Sounds perfect. You pick the movie and I'll make popcorn or would you like something else?"

Leaning up to kiss him , she murmured, "Popcorn sounds heavenly. I'm going to put Grace to bed." Kissing him once more, she grabbed the car seat, and headed into the nursery. Stopping in the doorway, she looked back over her shoulder, eyes twinkling. "Or maybe we can do something else..."


Jack stayed rooted to the spot for a moment relishing the fact that he'd married Sam Carter . Whistling a tuneless song, he headed into the kitchen to make the popcorn.

As the fluffy kernels jumped and clattered into the bow, Jack picking up the phone, he dialed the number \. It rang once and then went to voice mail. Jack left a message as he poured the margarine over the popcorn.

Later, the washing machine hummed in the laundry room, The Wiz played on the TV in the family room. The bowl of popcorn Jack had made earlier littered the floor forgotten while Sam and Jack enjoyed an afternoon alone in their bedroom.


Anubis studied Ba'al's database and smiled.

It seemed Ba'al hadn't been as stupid as he'd always thought. Ba'al had his fingers in more pies than Anubis knew about. Gliding his hands across the display screen, he took delight in them.

Choosing the one that looked most promising, Anubis ordered his fleet to change course. Yes, this would do nicely. Soon he would have all the hosts he needed.


Janet sat in her office catching up on her neglected medical reports. SG-11 had all come back from PYX-987 injured in some way, as usual. She wondered if that team number had been cursed. It seemed like they couldn't go out without coming back with some injury, usually severe.

Then, when she had them all settled, SG-4 and 7 had returned from their mission all physically fine but still needing their post-mission checkups.

On days like this she missed her intern Dr. Kim. The younger woman had been a life saver and an extra pair of hands when needed. If things stayed as busy, another body would be welcome.

Grabbing the stack of files the Academy had sent over, Janet spent a few minutes reading through each one. All of these doctors had been highly recommended and she just need to chose one to join her staff. The words blurred, and Janet tried to bring them back into focus.

Rubbing her eyes; she tried to concentrate on the page in front of her. Should she call it a day and go home. Cassie would love to have her around for the evening, now that her daughter attended the AF Academy they hardly saw each other.

Closing the file, she shut down her computer. Janet stood, stretching, wondering if she should check over each of her patients before she left. It would kill time until Dr. Brightman came on shift in fifteen minutes.

A quick survey of the main room told her that no one needed her. She checked various charts to see that her orders had been carried out.

She stopped to see Vala briefly before moving on. The woman seemed to be fine and adjusting to her freedom well. Only Lord Yu remained.

Janet slowly approached the Goa'uld's room. The various machines in the room beeped and the artificial breathing hummed.

Stepping in the room, she found Colonel Reynolds standing guard in one corner of the room. Guard duty usually fell an SF's, even suspected security risks, not the 2IC's of the base.

She nodded to the man before crossing to the figure on the bed. Lord Yu was bound to the bed unable to move anything but his head. Without fear Janet lifted his wrist, checking his pulse.

Finished her assessment, she left the room again only to be called back. "Doctor, I think he's trying to say something."

Re-entering the room, Janet turned to the Colonel. "What happened?"

He shrugged. "I don't know. You finished what you were doing but when you walked away, he tried to sit up as he started muttering and motioning for you to come back again."

Unable to understand his words, Janet moved closer. "Sir, I can't understand you. Can you speak English?"

Shaking his head, the man made weak cutting motions. "Doctor, I'm not sure but I think he's speaking Chinese. Could it be the host?" Reynolds said stepping closer, putting himself between Janet and the Goa'uld.

"Do you know of anyone on base who speaks Cantonese?" Janet asked, searching her memory to see if she knew anyone. She looked at Reynolds to see if he had an answer.

"Dr. Jackson might, why don't you page him and we'll make do until he gets here." He handed Janet his P-90 taking a few steps closer, listening.

The words rushed out almost on top of each other. "Slow down. I can't understand." Reynolds motioned for the man to speak slower. "Do you know English? I don't know Chinese."

In frustration the Goa'uld pointed to the machines and made cutting motions followed by a string of words.

"He says he is sorry for what he and the Goa'uld have done and now it is time for him to rest. He wants you to turn off the machines. It's time for him to leave and join his ancestors. He has been-" Both of them turned to find Daniel Jackson standing in the doorway. "Vala's asleep and I thought I'd check on Lord Yu."

Lord Yu's eyes lit up when he saw the archaeologist, and spoke once more. Daniel moved closer speaking what seemed like the same language.

Daniel had to dig deep into his memory as he searched for the word. "The host tells me he's trapped and he wants to be free. His name is Yin and he has lived many more years than he should have. He wants to rest."

"Tell him, we'll let him go and he can rest soon," Janet said as her voice wavered.

Daniel's words weren't confident but the host nodded. Janet handed the weapon back to Reynolds once he was out of the Goa'uld's reach, then crossed the room picking up the phone. She had a short conversation with someone on the other end. "Yes Sir."

Janet hung up the phone and moved to the Goa'uld's bedside. Without saying a word, she shut off all the machines that were keeping him alive.

Lord Yu sighed and stopped breathing. Janet stood there for a moment saddened by the man's passing. He'd been the SGC's enemy, but if it wasn't for Lord Yu, they might never have gotten Jack back from Ba'al's fortress after the Kanan incident.

Daniel quietly excused himself and returned to Vala while Janet stood vigil with the dead man.

A hand rested on her shoulder. "You did everything you could. Some people just can't be saved no matter how hard we try. He wanted to die." Reynolds said, his own voice full of emotion.

"I know, it's just not fair. That man never had a chance to live his own life. What the Goa'uld do is cruel and evil."

The hand on her shoulder squeezed gently. "I know what you mean Doctor, but so are humans, we can be just as cruel and evil."

Curious, Janet turned to look at Colonel Reynolds. What had happened to him that made him so...? She knew very little about this man, even though he'd been at the SGC for years. He seemed like the polar opposite to the marine Colonel, Makepeace, but that might be Reynolds scientist and Marine background.

He turned to look at her and something crossed his face only to vanish quickly. "Ah, I should inform the General of Lord Yu's passing and have Walter contact Teal'c. He's with Lord Yu's Jaffa." Picking up his P90, he turned to leave the room.

He paused in the doorway. "Janet-?"

Surprised at the use of her name, she asked, "Yes, sir?"

He opened his mouth but closed it again without saying anything. Shaking his head, he turned to leave again. "I'll see you around, Doc." He disappeared before she could say anything more. Janet watched him go wondering what he'd wanted to ask and why she was so sad that he didn't.

As he walked away an SF stepped into the room waiting.


I am hoping to have another chapter next week. I've caught up to myself. Let me know if you are all still reading this or I just might stop. I'm feeling a little discouraged. This story is all done but it has many chapters to go about 20 or so that still need prepping. Not a lot of feed back on this one except from Alamoo and dpdp. So if you like this one speak up of forever hold your peace, because at the moment it's not really worth my time.

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