Director Anderson (still called 'Chief' by his foster family) placed the
phone back into its cradle after talking to Jack Pitney. He couldn't
believe that Jason, his so-called 'child from hell', had gotten married.
He thoughts drifted back to a discussion the team had years ago. Somehow
or other, they had been talking about marriage and Jason had adamantly said
he would die before getting married. Apparently, the kid changed his mind
sometime in the last 13 years. "Better to keep this to myself," John
Anderson thought. "It would only upset the others." Thinking back to a
discussion he had with Mark, Tiny, and Keyop regarding their business trip
to Las Vegas a few weeks ago and the fact that they had seen Jason and a
young woman there only added fuel to Jack Pitney's idea that the errant
member of the family had gotten married at that time. The Chief just
smiled to himself and gently shook his head. "I wish them the best of
luck," he whispered.
* * * * * * * *
Sam rolled over and stretched. The first rays of sunlight had started to filter through the bedroom blinds. She reached out to touch her husband, but his side of the bed was empty. Sam turned to look at the bedside clock, which read 5:30 A.M. "I know he came to bed last night," she muttered to herself. "He never gets up this early unless there's a race."
"There is a race," came her husband's disembodied voice.
"There is?"
"Yep. Are you going with me or not?"
"If there's a race, I'll be there."
"Then you had better get up. I'm leaving in an hour."
Sam put her feet over the side of the bed and stood up. As she ran her fingers through her hair in an attempt to put it in some semblance of order, she saw a small jeweler's box on the dresser. The card simply said 'Sam' and was in Jason's handwriting. She picked it up and walked to the bathroom door. "Jason? What's this?"
"What's what?"
"This." She showed him the small burgundy colored box.
"Apparently you've forgotten that it's our third anniversary. Open it."
"It's our anniversary? I thought men were the ones that forgot stuff like this." She opened the box to reveal a slender white gold band with ornate engraving and three small diamonds. She looked at her husband curiously.
"I thought you deserved a real wedding ring for staying married to me this long instead of that cheap one we bought when we got married."
"Well, it's not as if it turned my finger green or anything." When Sam made no move to take the ring from the box, Jason dried his hands and took the box from her and placed the ring on her finger.
"There."
"Thank you," Sam whispered as she stood on her toes to kiss him on the cheek. "Now hurry up. I want to take a shower."
"You're such a romantic," he said dryly.
* * * * * * * *
The race was nearly over. As Sam ran around issuing orders and doing odd jobs for the pit crew, she noticed one of the security guards walk in with a woman with shoulder length dark hair. The guard talked to Mike and then left, but the woman stayed. When Mike walked past Sam, he told her that the woman wanted to speak with Jason.
The pit crew let out a yell telling Sam that Jason had won. She took off to hug her husband. This had become a tradition. If she didn't, he sulked. After all the necessary details had been attended to and Jason had successfully avoided the photographers, Sam jogged back to the pit with Jason driving along behind her. The pit crew descended on Jason to congratulate him and Mike informed him that he had a visitor.
With a suspicious look, Jason walked over to the woman. After a moment, a look of recognition crossed his face. "Princess?"
"Hi, Jason."
* * * * * * * *
Sam forced Jason to invite Princess to dinner that evening. Princess had told Jason what everyone had been up to in the past 16 years. She also tried to convince him to come back for a visit, but Jason refused to even consider the idea.
Sam was able to persuade Princess to stay with them that night instead of going to a hotel. The next morning over breakfast, the two women talked about how Sam and Jason had met and gotten married. They also briefly discussed G-Force and the events that led up to Jason's dismissal from the team. Sometime during the last three years, Jason had told Sam the story. After Sam and Jason had seen Princess off, they walked back into the house.
"Jase, why won't you consider going for a visit?" Sam asked.
"There isn't any reason to go."
"You were happy to see Princess."
"Yes, but I have no desire to Mark and the Chief."
"What about Tiny and Keyop? What kind of name is Keyop anyway?"
"It's his name."
Sam let the subject drop for the time being, but kept it at the back of her mind. Jason was going to race on the European circuit for a couple of months and she wasn't going to be able to go with him due to her job commitments. She didn't want to start a fight with him before he left.
* * * * * * *
Sam sat at the airport with Jeannie, Mike's wife, and their two little boys. The Pitney Racing team was coming home after two months in Europe.
"There's Daddy," the boys said. Jeannie had to catch them before they went through the security area. Sam tried not to laugh. Jeannie had her hands full when Mike was gone and Sam helped out when she could.
"You and Jason should have kids, Sam," Jeannie told her.
"Are you trying to be funny or have you lost your mind?" was the response she received. "Jason and I just aren't the parental type."
"Why not? Jason likes to play with the boys and you like kids."
"That's because we get to leave them with you when we go home."
As their wives were discussing having (or not having) kids, Jason and Mike walked from their gate to the luggage return to meet up with them.
"I'm glad to be home. Can't wait to see Jeannie and the boys. What are you going to do, Jase?"
"I just want to go home, make love to my wife, and sleep for a week."
"In that order?"
"No, but we'd get arrested if we tried it the other way."
* * * * * * * *
"Come on, sleepy head. It's time to get up," Sam said to her still sleeping husband. "Jason, come on. It's almost noon. Even you don't sleep this late."
"Don't you believe in jet lag?"
"You got plenty of sleep last night."
"I would have gotten some sleep, you mean."
"If you didn't, whose fault is that? You're the one that barely made it into the house before attacking me."
"I didn't attack you. I haven't seen you in two months. Can you blame me for missing my wife? Besides, you weren't complaining last night."
Sam climbed across the bed to where Jason was still laying and curled up next to him with her head on his shoulder. "Do you feel all right? You're awfully warm."
"I'm probably coming down with that damned virus everybody had."
"You never get sick."
"I get sick, just not that often."
"Well, if you are sick, then I suppose you can stay in bed. Just don't start whining and expect me to wait on you hand and foot." Sam moved to get up, but Jason pulled her back down beside him.
"You mean you're not going to keep me company in my time of need?"
"Time of need, my foot. I'm not falling for that line, pal. You just go back to sleep."
"Guess this means the honeymoon is over?"
"We never had a honeymoon, remember?" Sam quickly hopped off the bed. "I have work to do. Go back to sleep."
* * * * * * * *
A month after Jason came down with a virus, Sam woke up feeling like she'd been run over by a truck. Thinking that a shower might help, she climbed out of bed and barely made it to the bathroom in time. After driving the porcelain bus, she climbed back in bed. "Jason, next time you get sick, I'm sleeping in the other bedroom," she mumbled.
"Oh, sure. Blame it on me." He rolled over and put his hand against her cheek. "You're not warm. Maybe it was something you ate?"
"We had the same thing. If I'm sick, then you should have the decency to be sick too."
"I'll call work for you. Just stay in bed."
During the course of the day, Sam wasn't able to keep anything down. Jason started to worry and bundled his wife off to the hospital.
They lucked out and the emergency room was quiet. They didn't have to wait very long for Sam to be seen by one of the doctors.
"Well, young lady, you're seriously dehydrated," Dr. Nambu told her. "I'm going to admit you for IV fluids. I also want to run some tests to rule out any more serious problems."
"Do you think it might be something other than a virus?" Jason asked.
"From what you've told me, no, but I want to be sure."
After blood had been drawn for the tests, Sam was placed in a room. The anti-emetic she had been given helped somewhat, but Sam was still slightly nauseous. After a couple of hours of fitful sleep, Sam woke to a knock at the door. A short, dark-haired woman holding Sam's medical chart walked in. "Hello, Sam."
"Dr. Michaels? What are you doing here?" After seeing Jason's confusion, Sam introduced him to the woman. "Dr. Paige Michaels, this is my husband, Jason. Jase, this is Dr. Michaels."
"And I'm sure you're wondering why I came to visit, Sam. Dr. Nambu saw my name in your chart and when the test results came back, he gave me a call. You don't have a virus. You're pregnant."
It took a minute for the words to sink in. "I'm what? That's impossible! You told me I'd never get pregnant without surgery and lots of drugs."
"I also remember telling you that it would take an act of God. Apparently, God acted."
* * * * * * * *
Sam rolled over and stretched. The first rays of sunlight had started to filter through the bedroom blinds. She reached out to touch her husband, but his side of the bed was empty. Sam turned to look at the bedside clock, which read 5:30 A.M. "I know he came to bed last night," she muttered to herself. "He never gets up this early unless there's a race."
"There is a race," came her husband's disembodied voice.
"There is?"
"Yep. Are you going with me or not?"
"If there's a race, I'll be there."
"Then you had better get up. I'm leaving in an hour."
Sam put her feet over the side of the bed and stood up. As she ran her fingers through her hair in an attempt to put it in some semblance of order, she saw a small jeweler's box on the dresser. The card simply said 'Sam' and was in Jason's handwriting. She picked it up and walked to the bathroom door. "Jason? What's this?"
"What's what?"
"This." She showed him the small burgundy colored box.
"Apparently you've forgotten that it's our third anniversary. Open it."
"It's our anniversary? I thought men were the ones that forgot stuff like this." She opened the box to reveal a slender white gold band with ornate engraving and three small diamonds. She looked at her husband curiously.
"I thought you deserved a real wedding ring for staying married to me this long instead of that cheap one we bought when we got married."
"Well, it's not as if it turned my finger green or anything." When Sam made no move to take the ring from the box, Jason dried his hands and took the box from her and placed the ring on her finger.
"There."
"Thank you," Sam whispered as she stood on her toes to kiss him on the cheek. "Now hurry up. I want to take a shower."
"You're such a romantic," he said dryly.
* * * * * * * *
The race was nearly over. As Sam ran around issuing orders and doing odd jobs for the pit crew, she noticed one of the security guards walk in with a woman with shoulder length dark hair. The guard talked to Mike and then left, but the woman stayed. When Mike walked past Sam, he told her that the woman wanted to speak with Jason.
The pit crew let out a yell telling Sam that Jason had won. She took off to hug her husband. This had become a tradition. If she didn't, he sulked. After all the necessary details had been attended to and Jason had successfully avoided the photographers, Sam jogged back to the pit with Jason driving along behind her. The pit crew descended on Jason to congratulate him and Mike informed him that he had a visitor.
With a suspicious look, Jason walked over to the woman. After a moment, a look of recognition crossed his face. "Princess?"
"Hi, Jason."
* * * * * * * *
Sam forced Jason to invite Princess to dinner that evening. Princess had told Jason what everyone had been up to in the past 16 years. She also tried to convince him to come back for a visit, but Jason refused to even consider the idea.
Sam was able to persuade Princess to stay with them that night instead of going to a hotel. The next morning over breakfast, the two women talked about how Sam and Jason had met and gotten married. They also briefly discussed G-Force and the events that led up to Jason's dismissal from the team. Sometime during the last three years, Jason had told Sam the story. After Sam and Jason had seen Princess off, they walked back into the house.
"Jase, why won't you consider going for a visit?" Sam asked.
"There isn't any reason to go."
"You were happy to see Princess."
"Yes, but I have no desire to Mark and the Chief."
"What about Tiny and Keyop? What kind of name is Keyop anyway?"
"It's his name."
Sam let the subject drop for the time being, but kept it at the back of her mind. Jason was going to race on the European circuit for a couple of months and she wasn't going to be able to go with him due to her job commitments. She didn't want to start a fight with him before he left.
* * * * * * *
Sam sat at the airport with Jeannie, Mike's wife, and their two little boys. The Pitney Racing team was coming home after two months in Europe.
"There's Daddy," the boys said. Jeannie had to catch them before they went through the security area. Sam tried not to laugh. Jeannie had her hands full when Mike was gone and Sam helped out when she could.
"You and Jason should have kids, Sam," Jeannie told her.
"Are you trying to be funny or have you lost your mind?" was the response she received. "Jason and I just aren't the parental type."
"Why not? Jason likes to play with the boys and you like kids."
"That's because we get to leave them with you when we go home."
As their wives were discussing having (or not having) kids, Jason and Mike walked from their gate to the luggage return to meet up with them.
"I'm glad to be home. Can't wait to see Jeannie and the boys. What are you going to do, Jase?"
"I just want to go home, make love to my wife, and sleep for a week."
"In that order?"
"No, but we'd get arrested if we tried it the other way."
* * * * * * * *
"Come on, sleepy head. It's time to get up," Sam said to her still sleeping husband. "Jason, come on. It's almost noon. Even you don't sleep this late."
"Don't you believe in jet lag?"
"You got plenty of sleep last night."
"I would have gotten some sleep, you mean."
"If you didn't, whose fault is that? You're the one that barely made it into the house before attacking me."
"I didn't attack you. I haven't seen you in two months. Can you blame me for missing my wife? Besides, you weren't complaining last night."
Sam climbed across the bed to where Jason was still laying and curled up next to him with her head on his shoulder. "Do you feel all right? You're awfully warm."
"I'm probably coming down with that damned virus everybody had."
"You never get sick."
"I get sick, just not that often."
"Well, if you are sick, then I suppose you can stay in bed. Just don't start whining and expect me to wait on you hand and foot." Sam moved to get up, but Jason pulled her back down beside him.
"You mean you're not going to keep me company in my time of need?"
"Time of need, my foot. I'm not falling for that line, pal. You just go back to sleep."
"Guess this means the honeymoon is over?"
"We never had a honeymoon, remember?" Sam quickly hopped off the bed. "I have work to do. Go back to sleep."
* * * * * * * *
A month after Jason came down with a virus, Sam woke up feeling like she'd been run over by a truck. Thinking that a shower might help, she climbed out of bed and barely made it to the bathroom in time. After driving the porcelain bus, she climbed back in bed. "Jason, next time you get sick, I'm sleeping in the other bedroom," she mumbled.
"Oh, sure. Blame it on me." He rolled over and put his hand against her cheek. "You're not warm. Maybe it was something you ate?"
"We had the same thing. If I'm sick, then you should have the decency to be sick too."
"I'll call work for you. Just stay in bed."
During the course of the day, Sam wasn't able to keep anything down. Jason started to worry and bundled his wife off to the hospital.
They lucked out and the emergency room was quiet. They didn't have to wait very long for Sam to be seen by one of the doctors.
"Well, young lady, you're seriously dehydrated," Dr. Nambu told her. "I'm going to admit you for IV fluids. I also want to run some tests to rule out any more serious problems."
"Do you think it might be something other than a virus?" Jason asked.
"From what you've told me, no, but I want to be sure."
After blood had been drawn for the tests, Sam was placed in a room. The anti-emetic she had been given helped somewhat, but Sam was still slightly nauseous. After a couple of hours of fitful sleep, Sam woke to a knock at the door. A short, dark-haired woman holding Sam's medical chart walked in. "Hello, Sam."
"Dr. Michaels? What are you doing here?" After seeing Jason's confusion, Sam introduced him to the woman. "Dr. Paige Michaels, this is my husband, Jason. Jase, this is Dr. Michaels."
"And I'm sure you're wondering why I came to visit, Sam. Dr. Nambu saw my name in your chart and when the test results came back, he gave me a call. You don't have a virus. You're pregnant."
It took a minute for the words to sink in. "I'm what? That's impossible! You told me I'd never get pregnant without surgery and lots of drugs."
"I also remember telling you that it would take an act of God. Apparently, God acted."