His left hand groped for the digital alarm clock on the nightstand, to put an end to the irritating sound. It finally found the device and hit the button multiple times until the sound stopped.
Jack O'Neill opened his eyes. He saw the nightstand, the alarm clock indicating 7:45 a.m., and the lamp on the furniture. Jack was lying on his right side, in a comfortable bed.
Something was strange.
Jack immediately sat up straight, suddenly fully awoken.
He scanned the area. He was in a bedroom. Windows were in front of him. The entrance was on Jack's right, in the wall behind the bed. The former leader of SG1 was on the left part of the bed, from the standpoint of someone who would be looking at the bed, from the windows. A desk was below one. A mirror, make-up items, and earrings were on the table. Obviously, not Jack's. A bench and a seat were near the desk.
On Jack's right, a big shelf he recognized, a drawer, and his blue dress uniform and peaked cap on a valet. On his left, another nightstand, another big shelf, a tall mirror, a chair, and an adjoining bathroom. Female clothes were on the valet.
Jack was extremely confused. He didn't recognize neither the bedroom nor half of the furniture that was in it.
Didn't he fall asleep onto that military cot, on Ender?
How did he end up in that unknown place?
Did he get so drunk at the banquet that he didn't remember SG1 bringing him back to Earth and D.C.? So drunk that he spent many days sleeping, even unconscious? He didn't remember drinking so much, though. Or was the Enderers' wine very powerful?
Jack checked his clothing and realized, seeing his hands, he had a wedding ring. Did he get married to an Enderer lady over there, under the influence? Or was a marriage part of the deal? How could he accept that? Oh God... Sam would assassinate him. And disintegrate his body, or put him out of phase with no possibility of coming back. She had the resources to do it, literally.
And she would hide and stay in Atlantis forever.
Jack decided to exit the bedroom, to get answers. At least, he was wearing a pyjama he recognized to be his.
Jack got out of the bedroom. He was on the first floor of a house. He took the stairs. He reached the spacious and cosy living room downstairs, delimited on its left by bay windows. There was also a fireplace. Jack liked the way the living room was arranged. He immediately felt relaxed despite the odd situation. Something that seemed not to make sense in the place captured his attention: a bassinet for toddlers and toys inside and around the bassinet. Jack didn't stay longer in the living room because he heard noise coming from the kitchen, which was behind the living room.
The man got the explanation about the bassinet and the toys in the kitchen.
"Hi daddy!"
Jack turned his head to the left and saw two little boys, twins, with blond hair. About two years old? One had blue eyes, the other, brown eyes. They were seated in their dedicated chairs, at a dining table. They were holding a baby bottle and playing with a slice of bread. A bib around their necks was preventing them from staining their clothes. These bibs happened to be helpful for Jack, because he could read on them the boys' names. The blue eyes was Patrick, the brown, William.
The boys said "Daddy!" again and agitated their arms, happy to see their father… who happened to be Jack in whatever this situation was.
"Uh, hi? Who are you?" Jack finally said, intrigued, approaching the children.
He heard a woman laugh from the other side of the kitchen. He turned.
He remained speechless.
Samantha Carter was standing behind a high table covered by plates of food. She was grinning, holding in the right hand a transparent mug containing a greenish mixture.