AN: Into the final stretch folks! this kind of took on a life of it's own so thanks for sticking with me.

Have spaceship will travel

Sam had only been back from maternity leave for a few weeks when the calls started. First to her office in Nevada and then finally he'd managed to track down her exact location when she'd gone to the Prometheus for a few weeks to install a new hyperdrive and with the Asgard, update the program that controlled the system. She used it as an excuse to explain away her avoiding Cameron's questions. Very few at the SGC knew she and Jack had gotten married and Sam wanted to keep it that way. For now. Grace knew if they went back to Colorado at all she had to go by her original last name in public. She congratulated Cam on him becoming head of SG-1. That's when the begging started.

Sam dissembles as she explains that there's a reason she's taken the Nevada assignment after Cam tries to bait her with the idea that Dr. Lee wanted her job. Then he tries guilt. Sam lets out an inward sigh.

In an odd moment of providence her name is called over the PA to the bridge. It could be Jack… it could be catastrophic failure of the ship… and Sam didn't care. She happily said goodbye to her old friend and all but skipped to the bridge. It was a good thing she'd be dirtside soon. She missed the kids. Pumping on the ship was a bit weird, especially as she had an SF currying it down to DC where Jack had the kids. Grace was taking a 'vacation' from her regular school that she wasn't getting anything out of anyway.

She reaches the bridge and it's her husband. "Sir, what brings you here?"

"Oh, just wanted to see how things were going… anything on fire yet?"

Sam grins a little. "Not yet sir, but give it time."

Jack bobs his head and gives her the side eye, an amused quirk to his lips.

"Why don't you show me around, Carter." He says to her with an engaging smile.

"Yes sir." She says with a small nod.

"So Mitchell still calling you?" He asks her as they walk the corridors.

"Of course."

"What did you tell him?"

Sam shrugs. "That I had other things going on."

"Do you miss it?" He asked her thoughtfully.

"Do you?" she countered.

"Every damn day of my life." He admitted to her.

Nodding her agreement, she continued. "It would be a big adjustment. Grace would need to be discreet initially. Auntie Marge would have to go back to nanny duties or we'd have to hire one."

"So don't have team nights at the house."

"That's another thing, the house needs to be cleaned out and repainted." She told him.

"Yah it was overdue before it was mothballed. Are you going to sell the bungalow then?"

Sam looks thoughtful for a bit. "It's worked great as a rental for now."

"Helps Colorado is a revolving door of Air Force personnel."

Sam just nods. "The new hyperdrives are responding well to the upgrades from the Asgard. Thor really came through for us on this one."

"It's handy being friends with their cute little grey butts." Jack agreed.

Sam grins for a moment. Sam's private theory was given Thor's age, he must have known a Lantian who's personality was much like Jack's and subsequently found Jack to be a source of amusement. "It is, sir." She agreed.

"So…. You gonna do it?"

"Let's see how he does without me first, sir. We're the same rank. It's going to have to either be a democracy or one of us is going to have to take a back seat."

"You know it would give you first shot at doohickeys again."

She grins. "Yes it would, sir."

"You like doohickey finding."

"Yes sir, I do."

"Ah I love the sound of those words. Takes me back." He grins at her.

Sam colors and bites on a smile. "We're at work." She reminds him trying not to giggle.

"That has never once stopped me before." He reminds he but backs off. The ship is less private than the warren of corridors of the SGC. "Got a cooler you need me to take back?" He asks her.

"As a matter of fact I do sir. Give the kids kisses for me."

"I will. We'll talk more about the other thing later?"

Sam nods.

"Okey dokey." They head for the storage area to retrieve her cooler of breast milk. The empty one he'd brought back sits ready to fill next to it. "Tell whoever's in charge of this shindig to get me their paperwork ASAP."

"Yes sir." Sam said laughing, fairly certain he remembered who was commanding the ship and was just teasing but it was Jack so… possibly not.

"One to beam down, Scottie." Jack jokes and toggles his homing device that will take him directly back the house in DC.

Sam shakes her head in the fading light.