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Chapter 2: An Alien to Watch Over Me

"You ladies-want me?" he squeaked.

"Yes," Janet answered, crooking her finger at him. "We need a favor." Sam felt a

twinge of guilt as Jonas hesitantly made his way over to them. He looked like a forlorn,

frightened puppy.

"Uh Jack, did I do something wrong?" Jonas inquired.

"No, not yet."

"Janet and I are going to the grocery store and we would like you to accompany us.

On the way back, we'll drop you off here. Hopefully," Sam shot Jack a meaningful look,

"between Jack and Daniel, all Jack's paperwork will be finished and they'll be ready

to go when we get back."

"Be careful," Jack admonished, planting a kiss on Sam's lips.

"We will, but hurry up with the paperwork would you? I have a back waiting to be

massaged and feet to be rubbed," Sam said with a soft smile.

"I just have a baby to squeeze out," Janet quipped irritably, as Daniel attempted to

wrap his arm around her waist. "I'll see you soon," she said, giving him a peck on the

cheek. "Give it up honey, you stopped being able to see my waist weeks ago."

"Keep an eye on them, Jonas," Jack's voice filtered through the doorway.

"Yeah sure, you betcha!"

A light snow began to fall as Sam, somewhat awkwardly, climbed into Jack's black

pick-up.

"Um, you want me to drive," Jonas offered, nervously thinking back to Jack's words.

"Nope, I still fit behind the wheel pretty good," Sam said with a grin. Jonas nodded

and stared out the windshield in awe. "I've never seen snow before."

Sam glanced at him in wonderment. "Really? It didn't snow in Kelowna?"

"No, never. What does this stuff taste like? Is it good?"

Janet laughed. "No. We don't eat snow, although I suppose in an emergency it

could be put to good use."

"Hmm, interesting. I'd like to try it sometime. What?" he demanded, as the

expectant women gave him an odd look.

Janet grinned devilishly. "You know, there is something called yellow snow . . ."

"Jaannet . . "

"Okay, okay. Sheesh, you're becoming more like Daniel every day," Janet groused.

"And you're becoming more like Jack every day," Sam said pointedly.

"Ladies, please." Sam looked down and noticed Jonas's hand was gripping the

panel so hard his knuckles were turning white.

"What's the matter?" Sam inquired, concerned.

"I've noticed-the car isn't touching the road."

Sam laughed. "Of course it is. You just can't feel it because the road is so slippery."

"Doesn't that make you nervous?" Jonas asked.

"If it was Jack driving, then yes, but I don't attempt to stop on a dime, ride

someone's bumper, or beat the stoplight before it turns red, or . . ."

"I, uh, have a meeting to attend with Jack and Daniel. Jack's driving."

Sam gave Jonas a quick look. Her eyes widened in comprehension. "You haven't

driven with Jack yet. Oh, then-never mind."

They pulled into the parking lot as Janet yanked the 2 page list out of her pocket.

Jonas's eyes widened. "I thought it was just a few things."

"It is, for me. Sam has the other list." Stifling a grin, Sam just shook her head.

"Here Janet, let me help you. After a few tugs, Jonas finally retrieved Janet from the

extended cab, while Sam made her way to the grocery store entrance. They caught up

with Sam and stepped through the sliding doors. Janet whispered anxiously, "I'm glad

they changed the doors. Their revolving doors frightened me. Did you see that one

woman who managed to get stuck in them. After 5 hours, they were finally able to pry

her out with the jaws of life."

Jonas stared at her, "You're kidding right?"

Janet looked him in the eyes. "No, and she too was pregnant."

Jonas gulped as the image flashed through his brain. He pictured Janet, held up

inside their metal confines, screaming, kicking and beating her attempted rescuers senseless.

As if sensing his thoughts, Sam leaned over and whispered, "Don't let Janet scare

you. She's cranky and trying to be tough, but deep down the thought of having twins

scares her more than anything. Besides, she just wants to give birth and get it over

with."

"Tw, twins," he stammered.

Sam nodded affirmatively. "Mm hmm."

What felt like forever to Jonas, but was really only 45 minutes later, they left the store.

Carrying three hefty bags full, he was never so glad to dump those bags in the

extended cab. Doubtful that Janet would fit in the back seat, he casually suggested

she sit up front. Grateful surprise flitted across her face. "Why, thank you Jonas. I

was beginning to feel rather cramped back there."

He smiled cheekily, "You're welcome."

About half-way back to the SGC, the lightly falling snow began to fall from the sky in

oversized cotton balls. "Hail," muttered Sam darkly, as she heard one crack against

the roof. "Jack is not going to be a happy camper." Sam squinted through the swirling

mass of snow in front of them. "I can barely see."

"Why don't we stop at the cabin until this blows over," Janet suggested.

"Good idea," Sam replied through tightly clenched teeth as they made a last-minute

turn onto the off ramp. Sam glanced in the rear-view mirror. "You doing okay back

there, Jonas?"

"Yep, never been better," he quipped. For Sam, however, it was hard to ignore the

solid, knotted objects known as knuckles, poking between her shoulder blades.

Sam pulled onto the long, winding drive that led to their

cabin and heaved a sigh of relief as Jonas removed his hands from the back of her

seat. "Janet, would you dial the SGC?"

"Sure." Sam felt Janet press the hard plastic up of the cell phone against her ear.

"O'Neill speaking."

"Jack, this is Sam. We are stopping off at the cabin to weather out the snowstorm.

Okay, I love you too." No sooner had Janet clicked the phone shut, the truck began to

fishtail. Dropping the phone, Janet gasped and clenched the door handle. She

flattened herself against the front seat as Jonas flattened himself against the back seat.

"Hang on!" Sam cried. Attempting to steer out of the spin, she yanked hard on the

wheel, but it gave her no regard as the pick-up slid downward into the embankment!