AN:/ Hey this is for all you guys who gave me such nice reviews. Although I'm really sorry ummm… 'Chris', and anyone else who is a big Sam/Jack shipper fan. But there will be ABSOLUTELY no Sam/Jack shipping in my stories… Ever. This is a Sam/JANET story. Also I'm really sorry but there is just some info I can't find for my story and I apologize in advance for any part of the story that may contradict it self.
'J' {By the way these are angels.
October 1998
Captain Sam Carter let out a tired sigh as she watched the gate disengage once again. Her father and the other Tok'ra representatives had just left after realizing that their new base may have been compromised. It had been good to see her father fit and healthy again after having seen him on death's doorstep only a short while ago. Realizing exactly where she was and what was expected of her she quickly headed for the debriefing room.
In the briefing room the rest of SG-1 was already sitting around talking as she came in. With a brief nod she sat down to wait for General Hammond and Doctor Fraiser to show up. No sooner had she sat down, both Janet and Gen. Hammond entered the room. Both she and Colonel Jack O'Neill automatically saluted the General until he told them to sit down.
"Now you all know why it is we're here today. So let's skip the fanfare and get to the real stuff." Hammond had a sort of 'happy' smirk on his face as he spoke. Nodding to the SGC's resident archaeologist he signaled them to begin.
As Daniel stood up he flicked the overhead screen on to depict a strange landscape that seemed oddly familiar to at least two of the occupants in the room. As Daniel began to drone on about the culture of the planet, Sam found herself drifting off into thought. Without really realizing it Sam's vision began to blur and swirl as a sharp pain rippled across her upper back. A soft cry left her lips as stars exploded in her vision, gaining the attention of everyone in the room.
"Sam! Are you ok?" Janet was there at her side, hovering as her 'Doctor' persona came to the fore. The last coherent thought she had before passing out was, [What does he want now?].