Getting into a groove at the SGC proved fairly easy for Sam. She worked with Dr. Lee, Siler, and Walter Harriman to improve efficiency of the stargate. Within a few weeks, they had it running swimmingly and Sam divided her time between projects in the lab and the control room. Sam especially enjoyed Walter's company. He was a plethora of knowledge about the inner workings of the SGC, and he knew absolutely everything about everyone. Sam found it funny that most people didn't know much about Walter's personal life. When she first started asking him questions about his family, he was actually a little hesitant to talk much about himself.

"Walter, were we friends?" Sam asked as they were finishing up one afternoon.

"Well, ma'am, you were never anything but nice to me," Walter responded.

"I'll take that as a no," Sam said slowly.

"It's not that we weren't friends exactly, Major Carter. It's just that I'm an enlisted man and you're an officer. Regulations-"

"I get it. I'm guessing those are the same regulations that stop you from calling me Sam like I asked," Sam sad with a nod. "Look, I know I was kind of a stickler for playing by the rules-"

"Oh, no, ma'am. Everyone understood why you were careful with the regulations. Permission to speak freely, ma'am?"

"Always, Walter."

"We all knew how you felt about Colonel O'Neill. Everyone knew you'd never act on your feelings out of respect for your positions here. We also knew you needed to remind yourself of the regs to keep yourself in check. I'm glad you found each other."

"Thank you, Walter," Sam said with a smile. "Is there a Mrs. Harriman at home?"

"Yes, ma'am. We are actually expecting our first child. Christy is due about the same time as you."

"That's wonderful, Walter. I'm really happy for you. Jack and I started setting up the nursery last week. Have you got your baby's room ready yet?"

Walter frowned. "Actually, we were trying to buy a house before the baby came but Colorado Springs is really a seller's market. We just found out yesterday that we were outbid again. I guess we'll just see if we can move into a larger apartment in our complex for now."

Sam frowned. "I'm sorry. It had to be disappointing."

"Christy really like this last house, but we'll try again next year. It'll be fine Major Carter."

"Walter, have you ever visited my house?"

"Colonel O'Neill had a Christmas party a few years ago. I didn't go to the party, but I did drop off a few things for General Hammond ahead of time. It's a great house."

"Thanks, but I'm not talking about the house Jack and I live in. Have you ever been to my house?"

Walter's face turned red. "Honestly, ma'am, we all did our best to keep your houses in order while you were missing. I volunteered to look after yours. It isn't far from our place so Christy and I picked up your mail. My wife even talked to your plants."

"That was very sweet. Do you think Christy liked my house?"

"Yes, ma'am. It's just her style. We actually bid on one on the next block first. That was a few houses ago."

"Well, Walter, I haven't really thought much of my house since we got home. Without my memory, I've just kind of ignored the fact that Jack and I currently have one more house than we need. Would you like to buy mine? If you need to see it again, you could take Christy over and take a look."

"Are you serious, Major Carter?"

"I am. What do you say?"

"I need to call my wife, but I'd say we have a deal."

"Do me a favor. Don't mention this to Jack. I'd like to surprise him."

"Surprise him? Will the colonel be okay with this, ma'am?"

Sam laughed. "Let's just say, I think it'll show him just how committed I am to our life together. I think he'll be thrilled."

Approximately three weeks later, Jack was driving Sam home from the base. He had been on a five day mission with SG1, and he was exhausted. It had been one of those hot planets with way too many hours of sunlight, and he had spent all of his time just standing watch while Daniel and his new 2IC, Captain Rodriguez, geeked out over some long dead but extremely advanced society's remnants. He'd tried multiple times to convince Hammond to let them come home and send a research team, but Hammond was hoping for space guns. Heck, Jack was always hoping for big, honking space guns himself but he knew this was just another dead end from the start. He was right, of course. Now, all Jack wanted to do was take his very pregnant wife home and revel in the knowledge he wouldn't be leaving the planet again until their daughter was born.

Sam seemed almost giddy as they pulled into the driveway. Jack figured she was tired of being stuck on base and looking forward to seeing the final Star Wars movie with the team that evening. Since they'd been home, Teal'c had insisted on reeducating her on the entire Star Wars saga, and she really enjoyed it. She liked Star Wars a lot better than she'd liked the Simpsons. Jack was certain Brianna would never have a little brother named Bart no matter how much he begged.

Opening the front door, Jack did a double take. Everything looked different. Interspersed with his things were things from Sam's house. His couch was still in its place, but his old coffee table was replaced with hers. Among the pictures of Charlie, we're pictures of Sam's family. Jack took a deep breathe in and looked at Sam. "How did you pull this off?"

"Do you like it?" Sam asked with a coy grin.

"It feels right somehow."

"Well, Walter and his wife Christy are buying my house. Did you know they were expecting a baby?"

"I didn't even know Harriman was married," Jack admitted. "Selling your house is a big step."

"Not really. This is where I want to raise our daughter."

Jack nodded. "And, if you regret getting rid of your things when your memory returns?"

"Jack," Sam warned.

"I don't mean regret moving in with me. I mean, well, you don't exactly remember enough to know what had sentimental value at the moment. And, even moving this much was a lot of work. You're eight months pregnant, Sam."

"I didn't lift a finger. I had Walter get the marines to move things for me. I just ordered them around. I thought it was only fitting that since they like to talk about our relationship so much that they get to see just how committed we are to each other. And, Walter arranged a storage rental for everything else. I would hate to suddenly remember I gave away my mom's grandfather clock or something."

Jack pulled Sam into his arms. "So, this is for keeps?"

"It's always been for keeps. The only difference is now you, Walter, and the marines know how I feel."

"I love you, Sam."

"I love you, too. What time are the guys coming to watch Star Wars?"

"We have a few hours," Jack smirked.

"Good," Sam grinned.