Author's note: Major Quinn was probably the one to suggest Jack escort the camera people around... that's the only reason he'd get such a crappy job, most likely!

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Well, it could have been worse, Daniel decided as the cameraman finished coiling his cables and Emmett double-checked some of his notes. The interview had been done efficiently, and the questions had been well thought out, and designed to elicit complete answers – not monosyllabic ones, like 'yes or 'no'. Emmett had been a class act, his enunciation was precise and if Daniel wasn't certain of the question he was asking – or the question behind the question – the interviewer had been very good about allowing him to ask what he meant. Of course, all that could be edited out of the final version, but it was still helpful to Daniel.

"Thank you, Doctor Jackson," Emmett said, shaking his hand with a smile. "I'll probably have a few more questions – mostly follow-up ones – once I have a chance to look through the tape..."

"No problem," Daniel said, relieved. He meant it, too. It hadn't been so bad. "I'll probably be in my office the rest of the morning, and most of the afternoon. If I'm not there, you can probably find me in Major O'Neill's lab."

Emmett took the opportunity to jump on that little comment.

"My files say she's Major Carter..." he said.

"Your files are a month old, then," Daniel responded. "She's married, now, and very much Major O'Neill." The people on the base were finally settling down into the routine of calling Sam 'Major O'Neill' – although it had taken some of them a bit to get used to it. It didn't hurt that Jack scowled at the offender anytime the mistake was made in his presence. That tended to make people try a little harder to get it right the next time.

"Do you think she'd be willing to be interviewed?"

"What? Now?"

Emmett shrugged.

"The more raw footage I have to start off with, the better this thing will be."

It was Daniel's turn to shrug.

"You can ask, I suppose. She's probably in her lab..."

"Would Colonel O'Neill be there, do you think?" Ben asked.

Daniel looked at the young cameraman, wondering what caused him to ask that particular question.

"I don't know. It would depend on what Teal'c was doing. I think he and Jack have some kind of training session with the dogs today. I could be wrong, though. Why do you ask?"

"Just curious..."

Uh huh.

Ben Crane was a lousy liar. Daniel wondered why Crane wanted to avoid Jack. Ah well, maybe he'd ask him sometime. For now, Daniel had other things to do besides hang out now that the interview was over. He stood up, stretching muscles that had gotten a bit stiff from sitting in the same position for the last hour and a half.

"Well, like I said, you can ask Sam... she might be busy, but she might not."

"Thanks," Emmett told him, standing as well, and shaking Daniel's hand once more. Despite the frosty beginning to the morning, things were going very well so far, the interviewer decided. "We'll go find her, now."

Daniel left the commissary, and Bregman looked at Major Quinn.

"Do you know where Major O'Neill's lab is?"

Quinn nodded, and led the two out of the cafeteria, and into the corridor.

OOOOOOOOO

"They're coming for you next, Sam."

She smiled at the relieved tone of Daniel's voice. He'd called her to warn her about Bregman heading her way – and also to tell her that it wasn't as bad as he'd thought it could have been.

"Well... I'm not really doing anything important..." She said into the receiver of the phone. "I suppose it wouldn't kill me to get it over with, huh?"

Daniel laughed and hung up, and Sam went back to the device she'd been fixing, figuring if they were coming, she might as well clear the rest of her morning and give them what they wanted.

OOOOOOOOO

"Major O'Neill?"

The knock on her door was soft, and Sam looked over to see Major Quinn standing there. Behind him in the hallway she could see Emmett Bregman looking over Quinn's shoulder.

Sam gave Quinn a smile and waved him in, and Bregman followed. The cameraman hesitated at the door, looking around carefully before stepping gingerly through. Sam wondered momentarily why he was looking so nervous. Almost scared. Probably, she decided, he'd heard about some of the explosions that had taken place in her lab. Not big ones – but explosions, nonetheless. It was all she could think of. She smiled reassuringly to him, and the young man paled and looked around once more.

Before Sam could ask what was wrong with him, Quinn started making introductions. Emmett Bregman took her hand carefully, giving her a hesitant – but genuine – smile, and the cameraman just waved cautiously from the other side of the room.

Up close, Bregman decided that Colonel O'Neill was a lucky guy. Major O'Neill was a good looking woman – not exceedingly beautiful, which wasn't attractive to Bregman – but pretty, nonetheless, and she had very intelligent eyes, and a wonderful smile. Of course, he kept his opinion to himself, but he couldn't help but think it. Although she did look a little pale. It could have just been the lighting in the room, though.

"We were wondering if we could have a little of your time, Major O'Neill," Emmett said, still hesitantly, but now for a different reason. Not because he was nervous of Colonel O'Neill suddenly making an appearance with the big black dog, but because she really didn't look like she was up to an interview – although she was smiling, it was fairly apparent she wasn't feeling well. Maybe she was sick?

Sam nodded. She found Emmett to be a polite guy, and the way he asked her for her time was far different than what she'd expected. She'd expected a man filled to bursting with his own importance at having been given access to the world's biggest secret and access to those involved. Instead, she was finding a very down to earth kind of guy – and a cameraman who still hadn't come within ten feet of her.

"As it happens, I have a little time right now..." She didn't really feel like giving an interview – the morning sickness had suddenly started in on her again – but she was getting used to the queasy feeling in the pit of her stomach, although she felt slightly light-headed, and that was new. Had Bregman been an ass, she would have kicked him and his cameraman out, but he wasn't, so she didn't. "Where would you like to do it?"

"Here is fine," Emmett told her. He looked around. "Please, have a seat." He gestured to her chair, which was beside a heavy oak desk that was stacked with papers and odd-looking devices.

Sam sat down, and Emmett pulled another chair over to sit next to her. Not touching, since he didn't want himself to be in the picture - and he didn't want to invade her personal space - but close enough that it would make it a cozy chat, and not an interview, per se. He handed her a microphone to clip on her shirt – not something he'd do for her – and then pulled out his notebook with his list of questions he'd planned on asking her.

"So... Major Samantha O'Neill..." He smiled, to reassure her, because she looked just a little nervous, now that the camera was facing her and the light had come on. Sam responded with a shaky smile of her own. "How long-"

He didn't get the question out. The Major's face suddenly went sheet white, and she tumbled out of her chair, limply.

"Shit!"

Emmett reacted far more quickly than Quinn or Ben. He managed to catch her – feeling something in his wrist pull when he took her full dead weight before she could brain herself on the concrete floor – and lowered her carefully, looking up in shock at the other two.

"Let's get her to the infirmary," Quinn said, reaching down to take one of Sam's hands to pull her up.

"Here..." Emmett wasn't a small man, and Major O'Neill wasn't a large woman. He scooped her up carefully into his arms, and looked at Quinn. He didn't know where the infirmary was. Major Quinn headed out the door quickly, and Ben Crane lowered the camera, his face as white as Sam's.

"He's going to kill us..." the cameraman whispered to himself as he set the camera on the floor and followed Emmett out of the room.