Author's Note: Janet's in character guys, trust me. There will be an explanation further into the story, I promise. Until then, just let her worry and be protective, because that's her job. :)

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"So what did you find Doctor Jackson?"

Daniel looked over at Hammond, shuffling his stack of slightly damp papers a bit.

"Actually, General, all I've done so far is get the symbols written down." He gave Ian an apologetic look. "It was really wet, and the conditions were such that we didn't really want to stay out there any-"

"He hasn't found anything, yet, Sir," Jack interrupted, cutting off Daniel's long-winded explanation, "But he's going to work on it tonight."

Daniel nodded, not at all upset at Jack's interruption – he was used to it, after all. "I have the books I'll need, so I'll start working on them immediately, and hopefully by tomorrow, I'll know more."

"So you want to return tomorrow?" Hammond asked, frowning. Three trips to the same place without much to show for it wasn't really practical, after all.

"Yes, General. Whether it's a temple or an outhouse, it's obvious someone was there that has at least atenuous connection to our own past, and I think it's worth checking out. Today didn't really count because it was really hard to get anything done."

Hammond sighed, but nodded, able to see the logic behind that.

"Very well. If none of you are injured…" and he looked at Ian, who shook his head. "…then you're cleared for other projects for the rest of the day. Cadet Brooks, if you have any assignments for your instructors at the academy, I suggest you get them done while you have the free time."

Ian nodded; he already had them done. But that was a good way for him to be excused from the base, since his homework was all at the apartment. He wanted a chance to go home and get some rest and maybe a nice hot shower – longer than the short one he'd just come from – before getting ready for that evening. Not to mention, if Jack had another lecture in the makings, he'd avoid that – as well as Fraiser's glares, at least for a while. Since none of them had shown to be anything but wet when they'd returned to the SGC, and they'd returned from a planet they'd already been to, the end of the mission exams in the infirmary had been short and Janet had been to lunch when they'd gotten there, meaning he had a different doctor, who simply took his blood pressure and checked his heartbeat and eyes and sent him off to take a shower to warm up. Short and sweet. Which had been fine with him.

"Dismissed."

They all stood, and Sam looked over at Ian.

"Are you heading home?"

He nodded.

"Unless you need me for something?"

There had actually been a couple times since he'd arrived that she'd asked him for help in one of her experiments – nothing dangerous or too thrilling, but he had a grasp on the mathematics of wormhole theory that few in the SGC did – Sam being an immediate exception – and he'd managed to make himself useful.

"No. I think I'm done for the day, too."

Jack looked over at her, concerned.

"Are you okay?"

Sam smiled, and nodded.

"I'm just ready to go home." And since she was pregnant and had doctor's orders to come and go as she felt she needed to, she was going to.

"I'll take you," Jack told her.

"You have requisition forms that I need you to take care of, Colonel," Hammond said before Sam could agree. "Cadet Brooks is going home; he can drop her off."

Jack scowled, but only because he didn't want to do his paperwork. He trusted Ian to drive safely, and knew that Sam wouldn't mind the New Yorker taking her home.

"Yes, Sir."

Bah.

Sam grinned, and turned to Ian.

"I'll meet you in my lab, whenever you're ready."

He nodded. He was more or less ready, already, except that he had to go by the locker room and get his drenched uniform and Glock – which was going to need to be oiled again thanks to the soaking it had received that day.

"I'll be right there."

Jack walked with Sam down to her lab, with Jaffer close by, and Sam rested her hand lightly on the small of his back as they walked – something he loved, and she knew it.

"Ian looks a little… distracted."

Jack nodded, his own hand coming to rest on the small of her back, too.

"I saw that, too."

"You didn't lecture him about the dance, did you?"

Jack shrugged, slightly.

"I mentioned to him that I expected him to be a gentleman. Something like that."

"You didn't threaten him, did you?"

"No." He was going to save that for that night. "It might be his side giving him a little trouble. It was cold, and I caught him rubbing it. Bruises stiffen up in the cold – you know that."

That was true, she knew from experience.

"That's probably it…"

Jack nodded, and brought his hand up to the nape of her neck in what was unmistakably a caress.

"Why don't you take Jaffer home with you? If Hammond's going to make me do paperwork, I'm going to be here all day, and he might as well be with you."

And she knew that this way Jack wouldn't be worried about her being alone in case something happened. The closer she got to the end of her pregnancy, the more he was keeping an eye on her, even though he tried to act like he wasn't. If Jaffer wasn't with her, then he managed to contrive having Janet, or Daniel or Teal'c with her – and occasionally Ian, as well. She didn't mind, though. It was just another sign of how much he loved her, and how could she object to that?

Besides, if she decided to take a nap, the black lab was good for cuddling with when Jack wasn't around.

"I think that can be arranged. If he wants to come."

They both looked down at the lab, who looked up at them cheerfully, wagging his tail. Sure, he'd go with Sam!