Daniel Jackson hummed to himself as he prepared breakfast. He looked at the clock, and smiled. "Hey, Jack, keep an eye on breakfast for me," he told the body that was occupying the couch. "Jack?"

"I'm awake," Jack groaned. "I'll watch breakfast. You go get Sam up."

"Will do," Daniel nodded, walking down the hall. He knocked on Sam's door. "Sam? Sam?"

"Come in," Samantha Carter replied, slowly sitting up in bed. "Ugh."

Daniel went inside and grinned. "Morning. I'm making pancakes." Sam's face lit up when she heard the menu, and she began to get out of bed. He helped her up and then went over to the wardrobe, as he did every morning. "Right, what do you want to wear today?" He asked.

She studied the wardrobe for a moment. "The black shirt and skirt," she replied.

"Good choice, madam," Daniel nodded, getting the clothes down. He laid them on the bed and then turned around so that he couldn't see her dressing. He heard the drawers open, and Sam sitting down on the bed shortly after. "Are you decent now?" He asked.

"Yep," She replied, turning to face the wall. "Can you give me a hand with the shirt though? Man I can't wait to be able to stretch properly you know. And get dressed completely by myself. And wear bras!"

"Won't be long," He assured her, turning around. He picked the shirt up from the bed and helped her get it on. "There. I'll go make sure our breakfast hasn't been burnt. I had to leave Jack watching over it." He paused, and added, "Your back looks pretty good."

"Thanks. In the future, leave Teal'C. I've taught him the basics of Tau'ri cooking," She said. "Pizza, home made or frozen, ready meals...he can use an oven which is more than the Colonel."

"Oi!" Came a growl from the living room.

She emerged a couple of minutes later and headed straight for the kitchen. She sat down beside Teal'C at the table. "Morning, Teal'C."

"Good morning Samantha-Carter," Teal'C smiled. He was doing that a lot more these days. "Did you sleep well?"

"Not too badly," she yawned. "Where's the Colonel gone?"

"Bathroom," Teal'C stated, returning to the paper he'd been reading. "What does W.L.T.M. stand for?"

Daniel laughed, "Would like to meet. Sam, take the paper off him."

"Okay," she nodded. "That was the personal ads. People put an ad in the paper if they want to find a partner."

"I see," Teal'C frowned. "Bizzare." That seemed to be his favourite word at the moment. He liked words with a Z.

"Good morning campers!" Jack said as he stretched and then joined his team at the table. "What time is Marc coming?" He asked, looking up at the clock. "It's almost 8:30."

"He said about 10," Sam replied. "Plenty of time. Hey, Daniel, you couldn't make me a blackcurrant tea could you please?" Daniel nodded, and put the kettle on. "Thank you!"

"I was thinking maybe we should leave you guys alone for a while, you and Marc," Jack told her, reaching over and stealing the paper from Teal'C. "We can go see a movie and go back to my place for a while."

"Yeah, it might be best if you go home for a while," she nodded. "I bet you're getting sick of this place, being trapped in here all day."

"No, no, not at all!" Jack exclaimed. "No, I just think you need some time with Marc. We could show his wife...Marie...and the kids where the movie theater is."

"Monica, and yes, that would be good."

"Settled," He said, "What are the kids names again?"

"Jessica and Michael. Jess is seven and Michael is ten," Sam replied, proudly. She was obviously very fond of her niece and nephew. "Every time they come here, I always take them to the mall and we go shopping, and then we get an ice cream and see a film and then go to McDonalds. I'd like to do that this time."

"You sure you're up to it?" Jack frowned. "I mean, you just lost your Dad, and you're still not well..."

"I'll just take Teal'C to scare them in to behaving," Sam smiled, winking at the Jaffa. "No, really, it might be good to take my mind off of things. Besides, I never get to see them, I'd feel guilty if I didn't spend a little time with them while they're here."

"Okay, tomorrow. But you should ask Janet or Cassy to go with you," Daniel suggested, placing her drink infront of her. "Pancakes are now ready."

"Cassy, good idea," Sam agreed. "I'll call her later."


Jack and Daniel dropped Monica and the kids off at the mall and then headed back to Sam's house. Only Teal'C remained. "Samantha and Marc went to see the body of Jacob-Carter at the Air Force Academy Morgue facility."

"Right," Jack said. "Teal'C, why don't we go back to my place? I need to grab some stuff. Daniel, you're welcome to come, unless you want to go back to yours?"

Daniel shook his head, "No, I have everything I need."


"I think we should go," Marc finally said, putting his arm around his sister. "Sam," he said. She hadn't heard him. "Sam."

"What?"

"Sam I think we should go," he told her again. She nodded and they left the morgue, his arm still wrapped around her. During the slow walk back to the car, Marc stopped her. He motioned to a bench, and they sat down.

"Thanks, but I can make it the rest of the way," she said. He looked at her, studying her face, and she started to cry. He knew she'd been trying desperately not to.

"Shh, it's okay," he told her, pulling her into a hug. He felt himself start to cry. After a couple of minutes, she pulled back, and wiped her eyes. "Sam, I think you should come and stay with me again."

"Marc, I..."

"We have a spare room and you're welcome to use it for a few weeks," He continued. "You should get away for a while, and be with your family. You should be with us."

"Marc, I have to stay in Colorado Springs, I'm sorry. I need to stay with my friends, and I need to keep going in to work to see Sophie. I can't come home with you. At least, not right now. Maybe in a couple of months..." Sam began. "Thank you, but I'm being taken care of. You need to take care of yourself this time. I'm okay. Make sure you are."

"My offer still stands if you change your mind," he sighed. "I really wish you would come. How about you just think about it for a while?"

"Okay. I'll think about it," she agreed, standing up. "Come on, we should be getting back."