Title: Wherever You Go, There You Are

Spoilers: None, I think

Rating: Um, PG just to be safe. Minor language.

Disclaimer: Stargate SG1 and Farscape are owned by lovely, wonderful people. I am not among them.

A/N: Two chapters for the price of one! And…..we have a winner! Thanks to Zoe for her correct guess in the chapter name game. The name of each chapter comes from a Diana Krall song. If you've never heard her, you've missed some fantastic jazz. I suggest you run right out and find some of her CDs. Or read first and then go :-)

Wherever You Go, There You Are: Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea

Sam was waiting for John when he left the ruins, Jack and Teal'c close by. Aeryn and D'Argo sat off to one side. "Hey kids," John said as he approached them. "Everybody getting along okay out here?"

"Oh, we're doing swell, thanks," Jack answered from where he sat leaning against a large stone block. He and Teal'c had cleared a spot for a fire since they were going to be there for awhile; everyone had naturally gathered around it even though there was no fire yet.

" John, I don't suppose you can do that little language thing for us?" Sam asked.

"Carter!" Jack gave her a look that suggested she'd lost it.

She shrugged. "It would be useful."

"I've had enough with the alien languages running around in my head."

"It's not that bad, O'Neill. Just a little bug they inject you with," John said.

"Yeah, see, that's not helping."

John laughed, and remembering his own reaction to the microbe, looked to Aeryn. She shook her head disdainfully. "Crichton, it's a miracle your people ever got off their planet."

"Do I want to know what she said?" Jack asked.

"You know, maybe it's a better idea if you don't get the microbe treatment."

"I'll take that as a no."

"Yeah."

"It is possible that the microbes would not work on myself or Major Carter," Teal'c said.

Sam tilted her head and nodded. "Good point. And Janet would most likely…"

"Have a cow?" Jack finished for her.

"Something like that."

"Janet?" John asked, sitting on the ground, grabbing Sam's hand and pulling her down with him.

"5'4" of power-mongering, needle-poking, Torquemada wanna-be."

"Ah. Base doctor?"

"Oh, yeah."

John cocked his head at Sam. "Why do say that the microbes wouldn't work on you or Teal'c?"

She checked with her CO, silently asking what she could say. He considered a moment, then asked John, "You think it's dangerous for you to know about wormholes."

John answered, "I already know about wormholes. I think it's dangerous for me to know about your wormholes."

Jack nodded. "I think we can explain the Goa'uld without giving away too much on our wormholes. Teal'c, you want to do the honors?"

The Jaffa nodded once. "The Goa'uld are symbiotic parasites; they take human hosts. Until the symbiote matures, they are carried by Jaffa, of which I am one."

"You have a parasite inside you?"

"Oh yeah," Jack answered. "Junior. Cute little guy."

Teal'c raised one eyebrow. Jack pulled his cap down further over his forehead. "Sorry. Go on."

"I do carry a symbiote, but I am not blended with it. It sustains, but does not control me. Because of its presence, certain things do not affect me."

"So Junior might kick the microbes out of your system. I can buy that. But you said they wouldn't work on Sammie. Why not?"

Sam took a deep breath and released it slowly. "About two years ago, I was blended with a symbiote. She was a Tok'ra – um, the good guy version of the Goa'uld. She…died to save me. But the blending left a protein marker in my blood that causes me react to certain things as if I still had a symbiote."

John stared at her for a moment, silent. The look in his eyes reminded Sam of just how much she had missed him. She'd wanted to tell him about Jolinar so badly. Not that the rest of her team wouldn't have listened, but it wasn't the same as telling the person who had talked her through one broken heart, a couple of bad professors, and more than a few family gatherings.

"That's why you didn't call before I left, right? I would've known something was wrong."

"Yes," she nodded.

He grinned at her. "You ever do that again, Samantha, and I'll kick your ass."

She returned the grin. "Yeah, and who got that black eye from Zoe?"

"Hey, just because you were teaching her how to kickbox and thought she needed a confidence boost."

Sam looked at Aeryn. "Does he still get beat up by girls?"

Aeryn actually smiled at the other woman. "All the time."

"I am so not translating that and am now rapidly changing the subject. Does your dad know about all of this?"

Jack laughed sharply. "Oh, Dad is just like another member of the team."

Carter rolled her eyes at her CO. "He knows. Yet another long story short – Dad was blended with a Tok'ra symbiote. By now, he probably knows more than we do about the Goa'uld."

"And?" John prompted.

"He's not on Earth much these days, but things are better. He even went to see Mark."

"Really? So you two are spending more time together?"

"Yeah. Granted, it's usually part of a mission, but still."

"And, oddly enough, it's usually a mission that gets us almost killed." Jack said. He was closely watching his 2IC and the new guy. Hadn't quite figured out what he thought about Crichton, but Carter trusted him. That much was obvious from the way she told him about Jolinar and her father – quietly, with a peace Jack didn't usually see when she mentioned either the Tok'ra or her family.

"And yet, you're still here."

"Hey, I said almost."

"Jacob Carter is not at fault, O'Neill," Teal'c spoke up. "Our work is inherently dangerous."

"Yeah, I know. It's the Tok'ra's fault." Jack replied.

"The Tok'ra are allies of the Tauri," Teal'c tried again.

"Point of order. Tauri?" John asked.

"People of Earth," Sam said.

"Has a nice ring to it."

"Yeah, except when it's being used as a Goa'uld insult." Jack said. It was time, once again, to regain control of the conversation. Not wanting to ask how long the two of them had known each other, and exactly how well they knew each other – 'cause that would make him sound jealous, which he wasn't, at all – really – Jack chose another question. "So, Crichton, you've met Jacob?"

Sam started laughing. John got a pained look on his face. "You're not really going to tell them the story, are you?"

"I think Aeryn and D'Argo deserve to hear this."

"Yes, John. I think hearing this story could help us to understand you," D'Argo said, smirking.

"Or at least give us something we can use to make fun of you later," Aeryn agreed.

"Thanks for your support, guys."

Sam settled into a more comfortable sitting position, leaning forward to tell the story. "Our second year at MIT, John and I were working with this professor on a research project. We couldn't take enough time off to go home for Thanksgiving…"

"Annual family holiday. Big meal, lots of football," John interjected by way of explanation for the non-Earthlings in the group.

"So, we decided to get all of our friends who weren't going home together and have our own Thanksgiving dinner at my place. Well, three days before Thanksgiving, Dad calls. Said he wouldn't have to work after all, and could he join us for dinner."

"Knowing Jacob, he didn't ask," Jack quipped.

Sam ignored him. "He got there late Wednesday night, so we didn't get much of a chance to talk. The next morning John calls and says his dad, who was supposed to be in Houston, surprised him with a visit. Now keep in mind, we'd never met each other's fathers; neither of them had come to Boston since we started school. So, John says he's sending his dad over while he goes to pick up some of our friends."

John picked up the story. "One reason Dad showed up is that I'd been telling him about this girl I was dating. Of course, I'd also been telling him about Sam."

"So…not the same person," Jack said, with that little half-smile on his face.

John laughed. "God, no." (At least that's what he said out loud – to himself he chuckled and thought, Unclench the jaw, O'Neill.) "But what I hadn't told him was that I'd broken up with that particular girl."

"So John's dad gets to my place and is just a little too happy to see me. And while he's talking to me about how nice it is that John has me, my dad is standing in the other room listening."

"Jacob? Eavesdropping? No…" Jack said. Sam raised an eyebrow in his direction. "Sorry. Go on," he murmured, pulling his cap down yet again.

"About the time my dad finally walks in, other people start arriving. So our fathers get to spend some quality time together..."

"Discussing their children's relationship," D'Argo finished for her, aware of how a father would react.

"Exactly," John said. "Unbeknownst to me, Dad was sharing everything I'd ever told him about Jenny with Jacob."

"What happened when you got back to Sam's house?" Aeryn asked, causing Jack to wince slightly. He was never going to get used to that language.

"When I got back to Sammie's place? Well now, Aeryn, that's when things got interesting."

"By that time, everyone was there, so things were a bit crazy. However, John found some time to sneak away," she tried to hold back laughter, "with his, um, new girlfriend."

Aeryn sat back, a smile playing over her lips. "That's interesting. Just how many women do you date at a time, Crichton?"

John glared at Sam, who was looking at him expectantly. "You wanna know what she's saying, you get another translator."

Sam shrugged, still grinning. "I sent Dad around to tell everyone when dinner was ready. He found John and his girlfriend rather, um, actively engaged."

"Hey – we weren't that…engaged. Clothing was present."

Jack looked up from under his cap, guessing where the story was going. "So, Jacob, who thinks that you're dating his little girl behind his back, finds you with someone else. I bet he went ballistic."

"That's putting it mildly. Then my dad shows up, thinks the same thing, more chaos ensues."

"It took a shouting match with my dad, Zoe – of the black eye fame – dragging John's dad out of the room, and the sworn testimony of ten grad students to convince both of them John was telling the truth."

"I'm not entirely sure we actually convinced Jacob. He still doesn't like me."

Jack laughed. "Jacob doesn't like anybody."

"And, to top it all off, my date never spoke to me again."

"I should think not," Aeryn said.

Jack slowly got to his feet, saying, "I don't know about you, campers, but all that talk about Thanksgiving made me hungry."

"Mmmm. MREs. Gee, I miss military food," John said.

"You got something better?"

"At the moment, no."

"As it happens, I think we do. Let's light the fire, play a little soft music and you two can regale us with more stories while we eat dinner."