The afternoon and evening passed relatively quickly for everyone at Stalag 13. Sam and Carter had spent most of that time talking as she helped him in his laboratory. She was heartbroken that she only had these few days to spend with her uncle, knowing that when she got home he would be dead. It had been a great loss for her family when the two cousins split and never made up in their life times, so she was determined to make the most of her time here.

After dinner, Hogan and O'Neill went into his office to discuss a few things. Hogan pulled out a bottle of scotch that he'd liberated from the Kommandant's office earlier in the day. Offering Jack a drink, they sat down at the table. "So are you ready to go home in a couple of hours?"

"As fun as this has been, oh yeah, I'm ready to get back," Jack responded nodding his head as he took a drink from his glass.

"I have a couple of questions for you," Rob started nonchalantly.

Jack shrugged his shoulders, "Ask, I'll answer whatever I can."

"You know when you first arrived; you referred to Sam as 'my Carter' instead of Major or any other of a dozen possibilities. I thought at first it was to distinguish between the Carters, but it really was a lot more than that, so I was wondering. When you get home, what are you and Sam going to do?"

"I guess I did, I've always thought of her as mine; I've loved her since the day we met. However, without one of us giving up our team and perhaps even transferring out of the program, I don't see a way to be together. Perhaps a future General can think of something," O'Neill winked. "What are you and Tiger going to do?"

"I have no idea, for now we'll just get through this war. Like you, I don't know what the future holds unless you want to expand on that some more?" Hogan knew the answer would be no, but it couldn't hurt to ask.

"Who knows from here forward? I only hope that we still meet in 1975 at the Academy, I'd hate if we changed that part of history," Jack honestly answered.

"You don't have to worry; I'll make sure we do. This circular thing is confusing the hell out of me. We're here now, we met in the future, you come back in time and change the past, and I need to make sure we meet in the future," Hogan shook his head.

"Trust me if you think about it too long, it'll give you a massive headache. It's not something I can get my brain around," O'Neill joked pouring them both another drink.

"Does your project have anything to do with the type of experiments Seth was conducting out there? Obviously, they'd be farther along..."

"Rob, I'm sorry, I can't answer any questions about the program. When you talked to Fuchs did you tell him how to clear the Nish'ta out of his men?" Receiving an affirmative he then added. "I have read every mission report you've ever written as they became declassified with the exception of one. The one I've most wanted to read."

"I'll bite, what report was that?" Hogan asked keenly interested.

"The one about blowing up the laboratory and covering this week," O'Neill grinned.

"Oh, hell you think I'm going to write this up? I have no idea how I'm even going to start a report. Maybe you haven't been able to read one is because I forgot to file it," Hogan laughed. He hadn't even figured out how to collect his thoughts to start a report. He'd have to do a sterilized one for London not mentioning O'Neill, Sam, the Nish'ta, and a dozen other facts that would draw down too much scrutiny about his sanity. And then there would be the one he would write with everything included for some day it would be important. They continued to talk about a variety of topics until a knock came on the door came as they were about to pour another drink. "Come in."

"Sirs, sorry to interrupt but it's time we leave," Sam said opening the door.

"All right, give us a moment," O'Neill answered receiving a 'yes sir' from Sam as she closed the door. "Rob, let me give you one important piece of advice. Start stockpiling food that will keep, get it from any possible source, London, black market, wherever."

"It's going to be that rough, huh?" Hogan asked and O'Neill nodded his head. He asked him how large a supply they would need and was told six months worth and he should make food a top priority starting now. Then they went into the main room and down in the ladder to the tunnels.

Goodbyes were said all around then Hogan lead O'Neill and Sam out to their rendezvous site, arriving about fifteen minutes before they expected to be picked up by an Asgard transportation device.

"We better say goodbye here," O'Neill started. "If this works how we're expecting it to then there'll be a bright flash, and I'm sure it's going to draw attention again. It's been an honor serving with you."

"The honor has been mine to serve with both of you. If you're ever in my neck of the woods again, look me up," Hogan replied.

"Good luck, sir, it has been an honoring knowing you and your team," Sam answered as they turned to make their way to the correct coordinates.

"Jack, what about that other date listed on the orders?" Hogan asked almost forgetting about it.

"It's the day that a funny little Corporal eats his own gun," O'Neill grinned.

"Sweet!" Hogan left to put some distance between them, but stopped to watch from an advantage point until a bright white light appeared out of nowhere, and his visitors from the future disappeared. Hogan headed back to camp knowing this war had less than a year before it was over. He could hang on for that long. But if they were really back in their time, then what was going to happen Wednesday?