Title: Affairs of the Heart

Author: Anaika Skywalker

Rating: R

Disclaimer: Don't own it, wish I did, I just like to play with them once and a while. I'll put them back when I'm finished. I promise.

Thanks to: Winjan, hdrexel, Flipper: Squirrel of Doom, SpaceMan546, Shal Valentine, bard2003, Shelliesnap, huntresscarterolivia, elfin2 (I have a spellchecker, and a beta reader), Karen19, Shadow, Mephistol38, Danny, Dana-Carter.

Author's Note: Due to some confusion with names, mostly Harm and Harm Sr. I went back and made some changers, Harm Sr. is now referred to by his Tallisian name: Amon, and will be from now on. I've gone through and made the change through all chapters. Sorry if this brings confusion, but it helps me the writer.

Affairs of the Heart

Chapter Two: Family Secrets

Cheyenne Mountain – Stargate Command

Careful avoiding the waiting Marines who were going to use the elevator, Daniel and Ceri walked out of it.

"Morning Doctor J, Dr. O'Neill," one of the Marines greeted.

"Morning," both said, returning the greeting as they walked passed them, heading for the commissary.

Ceri picked up the thoughts of one young Marine as he stepped into the elevator: Doctor J is so lucky; O'Neill's daughter is one sexy piece of skirt. She chuckled out loud at that.

Daniel quizzed her. "What?"

"One of the Marines on the elevator thinks you're lucky and I'm a sexy piece of skirt," she said quietly, being amused by it. "I think he was envious of you."

"Well he should be," he bragged as they went into the commissary, seeing Jack, Sam and Teal'c already seated. They got breakfast and joined them.

"Morning," both greeted as they sat down.

"Morning kids, how was your day off?" Jack asked cheerfully.

"It was good," Daniel replied causally.

"Interesting," Ceri added.

"Did you even make it out of the apartment?" Sam teased.

Blushing Ceri shook her head. "Umm, no."

Sam and Jack laughed at their embarrassment, Teal'c only smirked silently he knew what was going on.

Daniel ignored them and drank his coffee. "Did you guys leave the house?"

"Oh yeah." Jack bragged.

"Standing on the back deck doesn't count, dad." Ceri teased and chewed on her toast.

"Damn telepaths," he grumbled and they all laughed quietly.

"So how is Harm this morning?" Daniel asked changing the subject to a much safer one.

"According to Janet, he annoyed most of the nurses yesterday, slept last night up until oh four hundred. After that he and Nitara decided to debate physics for two hours," Sam revealed grinning.

"Around oh six hundred this morning, he snuck out of the infirmary," Jack continued. "Went back to the quarters he keeps here on base, dressed and headed for Sam's lab. He's been there ever since, punching in gate addresses that Nitara thinks will be helpful to us."

"And his dad and Jacob?" Ceri inquired.

"They went through the Stargate yesterday afternoon," Teal'c reported. "Solemnly complaining about not being able to take coffee with them."

"So like dad," Sam said with a giggle.

"What do you think of Nitara, Teal'c?" Ceri asked the Jaffa.

"She is an amazing poet and musician," he announced. "If Commander Rabb agrees to stay blended, they will get along well."

"Well kids," Jack spoke up. "We should go check on our blended team member."

They agreed and left the commissary together, Daniel still nursing his cup of coffee. Chatting as they walked along.

"Is Colonel Mackenzie returning this morning?" Teal'c questioned.

"An airman has been sent to pick her up," Jack announced.

"You're going to have to conceal your tattoo." Sam told the Jaffa. "Just in case."

He pulled a knitted hat from his pocket and put it on, pulling it down enough to cover the gold tattoo. "Is that better Major Carter?"

"Much, Teal'c."

"Very stylish, T," Jack jeered.

"Thank you O'Neill."

Ceri and Daniel smiled, not commenting at the bantering that continued and didn't stop when they reached Sam's lab.

"Morning grasshopper," Jack greeted as he entered.

"Morning Jack, guys," Harm greeted with a smile.

"So finished playing with Nitara?"

"For now?" He remarked stretching while still remaining seated, before settling back on the stool.

Studying the tall commander, Ceri titled her head a little, noting his eyes and their change; she straightened and announced. "Nitara is asserting your Tallisian genes."

"How do you know?" He asked.

"Your eyes have speckles of silver and gold through the blue," she revealed. "Quite appealing."

Sam looked. "She's right, sir."

"About which part Major?" He teased her.

She rolled her eyes. "Both sir."

Jack patted Harm on the back. "Lets just hope the lovely Colonel Mackenzie doesn't notice it."

He nodded. "Is Mac on her way?"

"An airman was sent to your place to pick her up, after this visit, the General is pulling her privilege. Sorry Harm."

"It's understandable," he declared.

"So does Janet know you're still here, sir?" Sam inquired.

"No. I'm suppose to be in my quarters," he admitted sheepishly.

"Well then Commander," Jack said pulling rank. "Get going before the good doctor comes after you."

Ceri saw Harm wince. "I'll escort Harm to his quarters, dad," she volunteered.

"Good girl."

Harm stood. "I feel like a child being sent to my room," he grumbled.

Daniel smiled at that. "Could be worse."

"How?"

"Jack could of ordered Teal'c to escort you," the linguist said matter-of-factly.

"True, or he could of done it himself and just complained about it."

Jack rolled his eyes. "Ceri, escort this man out."

"Yes sir," she smirked. "Come on Harm."

Harm reluctantly followed her, going over everything his father had told him, to the fact he had to make a decision about Nitara.

Ceri sensed his need to talk. "You're troubled."

"No, not really. I've been doing a lot of thinking about remaining blended with Nitara," he told her.

"Have you made a decision?" She inquired.

"Not yet, I want to see how things go on a mission first," he admitted. "I'm getting use to her being there, I admit that. She stays in the background, so to speak unless I request her presence and her knowledge is fascinating, but I just don't know if I want to have her there for the rest of my life," he divulged honestly.

"Which will be a long time considering your half Tallisian and Nitara will give you a longer life span," Ceri noted. "And because she's there, your physical condition has improved, correct."

He nodded. "My back doesn't ach if I sit too long, my sight is better, as is my hearing."

"Those are bonuses considering you're a pilot as well."

"True, but I haven't flown since I've been with SGC," he added.

"I guess we'll have to see the General about changing that," the young women smirked. "I enjoyed the last time Jack and I went flying. Though I'm guessing a F-15 is slightly different to a F-14."

"Slightly," he was amazed Jack had gotten her a ride in a F-15.

"You would have liked our Interceptors, they were much like your F-14's," she continued.

"You flew on Tallisia?" He asked a little astounded. He knew she was a member of the Tallisian royal family but not much else.

Ceri nodded. "I joined the Defense Force when I was sixteen and spent two years training to fly different aircraft and officer training, I also completed my doctorates during that time. Until I came to Earth, I held the rank a Lt. Commander."

"You're kidding?"

"No, I was considered one of the best aviators in my squadron, enough to be squadron leader for two years."

He should have realized that, considering whom her father was. "You don't talk to much about your family or life on Tallisia."

She shrugged. "I guess I've tried to put it behind me. My family is gone and so is Tallisia."

"You obviously miss them and your home though"

"I do, but I have a good life here on Earth. People who love and care for me, I enjoy what I'm doing." They came to his quarters, going in. Ceri always enjoyed visiting Harm here, he'd put up a few pictures, had a few models of aircraft. She straddled the chair near his deck as he pulled off his boots and lay down. "My father hated the thought of me flying, which makes me wonder if my biological father was passionate about it."

"Your biological father?"

"He left Tallisian not long after I was born. My mother remarried, which made my brother happy, but I always felt I missed out knowing the man who helped give me life," she explained. "I asked my mother about him, she said he was a kind, passionate man, who cared deeply for those around him."

Harm smiled warmly. "And you'd like to met him one day."

"I don't even know if he's alive."

A knock on the door disrupted their conversation. Harm sighed. "Come in."

The door opened by a Marine, Mac was with him. She smiled. "Thank you Sergeant." She said, seeing him nod and leave. She went in, a little startled to find Ceri there and more then a little jealous. "Good morning Harm, Dr. O'Neill." She tried hard to keep the venom from her voice as she spoke to the younger woman.

"Good morning Colonel," Ceri greeted warmly, she stood and pushed the chair in, sensing she wasn't wanted. "I'll see you later, Harm."

"Sure, Ceri."

She hurried out of the room.

Mac shut the door and crossed over to Harm, perching on the bed. "How are you feeling?"

"I feel great Mac."

"Really?" She arched an eyebrow, surprised at that. "Yesterday you could barely sit up and now you're fine."

"Sarah," he sat up and drew her into his arms. "I'm fine, it wasn't as bad as it looked."

"You didn't look fine yesterday."

He kissed the top of her head. "I'm a fast healer, you know that," he lay back with her in his arms. "I promise you I'm fine."

"I was so scared and then they wouldn't let me see you until this morning," she was babbling again. "Then when I got here they said you were in your quarters."

"I drove the nurses crazy, they were glad to get rid of me," he mused.

"I thought you were suppose to be working in the JAG office here, not going on missions," she declared.

"They found out I'm a man of many skills."

"Damn it Harm," she pulled herself free of his arms and stood, pacing the room, frustrated. "You were nearly killed and you're making jokes."

He sat up, getting to his feet, going over to her. "What do you want me to say Sarah?" He asked. "What do you need me to say?"

"I want to know what you're doing here that's so important that you nearly get killed." She demanded.

Saving the world, he thought calmly but didn't say that. "I can't tell you Sarah, it's all classified. The only people who really know what's going on here are the President and the Joint Chief's, that's it. It's that classified," Harm revealed. "Hammond has the President on speed dial and thanks to what we do here, he knows ever member of the team personally."

"Is he a nice guy?"

"Yeah he is," he put his hands on her shoulders. "Sarah, I belong here, I've become part of a very close knit family."

"You had that at JAG," she reminded.

"Maybe once, but after I can back from flying everyone had changed, I didn't belong there any more," he pulled her closer. "We couldn't be together there."

"And we can now? With me in Washington and you here in Colorado?"

"Yes," he saw her shake her head. "Sarah I love you, distance shouldn't affect that."

"I love you too, Harm," she said, there was a 'but' there, she didn't say it though.

He'd said enough, lowing his head he captured her lips with his own, parting them to deepen the kiss. Words just weren't working, they'd talked enough, it was time for action, and to finish this dance they'd been doing for years.

Mac moaned. I want him to make love to me, she thought. I've wanted it for so long, oh God, please let him make love to me.

Harm heard her thoughts, pulling away he guided her back to the bed where he began unbuttoning her blouse, slowly taking it off he dropped it onto the floor. He circled his arms around her and unzipped her skirt, letting it fall around her ankles. She stepped out of it and her shoes. Taking a step back Harm pulled off his tee shirt, it landed on top of her blouse.

Mac licked her lips, reaching out she ran her fingers down his chest, tracing the chain that held his dog tags. Her eyes locked with his as she moved her hand lower, feeling his stomach muscles contract. Using both hands she undid the green fatigue trousers he wore, and then lowered the zipper. She pushed them from his hips and they landed at his ankles, he kicked them off and reached for her. Her heart pounded against her rib cage as he undid her bra and removed it. She suddenly felt shy standing there in front of him in only a skimpy pair of panties.

Harm smiled warmly. "You're beautiful, Sarah," he whispered and drew her down with him onto the bed, lying beside her. He kissed her lips, and then left a trail of kisses down her throat, like him she wore dog tags, something so very sexy to him. He looked up as his mouth hovered over her nipple and saw her pupils dilate in desire. He took the right bud in his mouth and suckled gently, the action though made her arch her back and moan. He carefully kneaded her other breast, rubbing the nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

A suggestion flashed into his mind from Nitara, surprising him a little until he understood it meaning. 'Thank you,' he told her. She had been blended with female hosts for many years; she knew the female body well enough to know its pleasures. He did what she suggested.

"Oh God Harm, yes," Mac whimpered. She rubbed her legs together, feeling her body tingle in pleasure.

He added the right amount of pressure, suckled just hard enough to satisfy her, her breathing became ragged and her moans louder. He didn't stop, not even when he felt her fingernails bit into his shoulders.

Mac felt like she was falling into sexual bliss. "Oh God Harm!" She felt her body begin to spasm in ecstasy and she road it like a wave, crying out as it engulfed her in euphoria, her body convulsed in a tidal wave of orgasmic exhilaration.

Harm lifted his head, smiling at the pure pleasure that showed on Mac's face.

She felt like she could barely breath. "I… don't know how you… knew how to do that, but…" She took a couple of deep breaths. "Wow!"

"My pleasure."

"It will be," she promised and flipped him over so she was onto, straddling his hips. She managed to get his boxers off, seeing how aroused he was, she wasn't disappointed and her fantasies hadn't been wrong. She pulled off her panties; they were wet anyway from her powerful release. She crawled back up, pinning his wrists either side of his head. She saw the excitement in his eyes and the speckles of silver and gold, but then again after what she'd just experienced it was lucky she hadn't passed out.

He lifted his head to kiss her but she pulled back, smiling. Moving her legs a little she let her body sink down onto his, taking him fully within her, groaning. She released him and sat up, moving her hands over his chest. He grabbed her hips, but she refused to move. Licking one finger she began rubbing the sensitive skin between her thighs, feeling him twitch within her. Then and only then did she begin to move, small circles as she thrust her body up and down.

Harm griped tightened as her waist as his eyes closed, his body ached with a pleasure he'd never experienced before when making love.

'Such an amazing sensation,' Nitara hummed in his mind. 'I never realized a man could experience such pleasure.'

'It's her, Nitara. I've never felt this with anyone else,' he informed. Then cried out. "Sarah!" His eyes flying open.

She hastened her movements, feeling she was going to fall again into the pit of ecstasy. "So close," she said breathlessly. "God I'm so close."

He was too, he could feel Nitara's emotions boiling over and emerging in with his. He took a firm hold on Mac and flipped back beneath him, taking control once more, thrusting harder and faster. He let go and road the intense pleasure that eloped him, as her body began to spasm and convulsed and they both experienced a release more powerful her first. He kissed her quickly to stop anyone from hearing either of their cries of satisfaction, as he collapsed exhausted.

She felt her body spasm around his, she couldn't stop it nor did she want it too. Never had she felt such euphoria, not with any other man.

"Sarah," he rested on his forearms. "Are you all right?"

She caught her breath. "I… wow!" She exclaimed.

He chuckled. "I know the feeling." He went to move but she held him there.

"Don't please," she pleaded.

"I'm too heavy."

"Please," she pleaded again. "I don't want you to move yet."

"All right," he agreed, but rolled them onto their sides so she didn't carry all his weight.

She groaned a little and settled in his arms, dozing off.

Harm lay their stroking her back. She was amazing.

'I concur, Sarah Mackenzie is amazing,' Nitara agree with him. 'Never, in all my hosts have I experience such euphoria.'

Harm could only agree. 'I've never experience that before either, I could sense you emotions and mine, it was…' He was lost for words.

'My apologizes, Harm, I've never lost control of my feelings like that before,' she admitted sheepishly. 'You are as amazing as she is.'

'Thank you, Nitara,' he said wearily.

'Rest Harm,' she said tenderly.

He drifted off to sleep, content and relaxed.

The next morning General Hammond watched from his office as SG-1 wandered into the briefing room, Colonel O'Neill was first, a bounce to his step that suggested the man needed a mission, that he'd been stood down long enough. Major Carter came in next, reading over the report she'd been sent. Commander Rabb arrived with Teal'c, chatting happily with the Jaffa, a smile on the young officers face. Which Hammond guessed had to do with the Marine Colonel that was staying with him more then anything. The four talked together, the humans laughing over something the Jaffa said. The two linguists arrived next; bring smiles to their teammates faces. Daniel and Ceri compliment each other, she had just as strong calming presence as he did. Other officers and civilians seemed to open up to these two more then anyone else on the base. They walked into a room and in seconds had the mood and situation analyzed.

George Hammond knew the two had a romantic bond; he'd chose to ignore it because they kept it off base and didn't let it interfere with their work. Nor did the special bond that Ceri shared with Jack. When she'd first met Jack, she'd telepathically linked with him and then on their first mission together off world. She'd formed a telepathic bond to keep him alive. That had brought them even closer, enough that when her planet had been wiped out; he'd been the obvious person to act as her guardian, even though she was old enough to look after herself. The story had been she was the daughter of a friend who'd been killed and he'd adopted her, she'd been away at University. No one questioned it on the outside and at the Mountain she'd become quickly known as his daughter by everyone, so much so she'd even started calling him 'dad'.

Picking up what he needed he stood and walked out to them, they took their seats either side of the table. Sam between Jack and Harm on one side and Ceri between Daniel and Teal'c on the other, a protective arrangement they'd developed. George smiled warmly. "Good morning SG-1," he greeted and got a round of 'Good morning sir," from them all. "I trust you're all rested and ready for your next mission?"

"PCX3 455?" Jack guessed.

"PCX3 456." Ceri corrected, with a grin. "It's Wednesday."

"Damn, so it is," he remarked teasing.

Sam chuckled, as did Harm and Daniel. The bantering was usual; it had been before the extra team members had joined.

"Commander, Jacob and your father will be here when you return for your answer," the General announced.

"I'll have it by then, sir." Harm assured.

George nodded, knowing it was a difficult decision for the Navy Officer to make. Nitara may have been a Tok'ra symbiote but she was Goa'uld and that brought distrust from some. So far though from none of the offices he served with, even though Harm knew Jack's feelings on a symbiote, even a Tok'ra one. So far it hadn't interfered with their friendship. "Dr. O'Neill is correct, you're heading to PCX3 456. They've requested SG-1 to attend their election of government," he briefed.

"So we're there just to observe?" Jack asked.

"The Celian's world is rich with Naquada, Colonel," Sam reminded. "With the right negotiations after the government is elected, we maybe able to obtain mining rights."

"Which is where Commander Rabb comes in," the General noted and glanced at the Naval officer. "You're to go over the legal implications to assure them they're not being cheated."

"I'm sure we'll have no problem, sir." Harm announced.

"Excellent," he then turned his attention to the two Archaeologists. "Yourself and Dr. O'Neill have been invited to tour the Museum, Dr. Jackson. It seems you made an impression the last time you were there."

"Well, we aim to please, General," he mused.

Ceri had been going over the information in the file she'd been give, looking up. "Sir, the last time we were on Celian they scanned us for 'infections'. They accepted Teal'c's symbiote with great reservations, even after he saved their Ambassador," she announced. "I don't know how they're going to react to Commander Rabb now he has a symbiote."

"Maybe they won't scan us again," Jack suggested. "I mean they already know we're the good guys."

"Be careful anyway," the General advised.

"Perhaps General I should remain behind." Harm offered.

"No Commander, you go. You're our field lawyer at the moment."

"Which is another good reason to have more JAG officers field qualified sir."

"I'll take into consideration, Commander."

"Aye sir."

"Dismissed."

They all stood and they General returned to his office.

"I'm sure you'll be fine, sir," Sam told Harm.

"Yeah," he agreed only half believing it. "I'll meet you in the locker room," he said and went to the General's office, knocking before going in. "Can I have a word sir?"

George Hammond nodded. "What's on your mind, Commander?"

"Sir, do we happen to have Dr. O'Neill's service record from Tallisia?" Harm asked.

"We do, interested in taking a look, Harm?"

"Yes sir."

George smiled. He'd wondered how long it would take. "I'll have it ready for you when you return."

"Thank you sir," he said and then left the office.

In the locker room Daniel was grumbling as he was pulling on his heavy winter gear. "I hate cold whether and it's going to be cold on Celian."

"Minus four during the day and thirty-four at night," Sam informed.

He pulled on his jacket, shivering. "Too cold."

I'll keep you warm, Daniel. Ceri told him telepathically.

He smiled, his blue eyes sparkling. I look forward to it my love.

"Ahr, kids, we're still here," Jack reminded, seeing the look on both their faces.

"Sorry Jack."

"Sorry dad."

Harm came in, not happy either. "Nitara doesn't like the cold."

Jack groaned and threw his arms up in disgust. "Does anyone want to go on this mission?"

"I do." Sam announced eagerly.

"As do I." Teal'c declared.

"Well at least some of us are willing," the Colonel griped.

Grinning sheepishly Harm got ready, he really should call Mac and let her know… He stopped mid thought. And tell her what? He was just taking a trip to another planet?

'Sarah loves you Harm,'Nitara declared. 'She would understand.'

'How would I explain your presence?' He asked.

'Very carefully.'

Harm laughed out loud getting the attention of his teammates. "Sorry."

"Conversing with Nitara?" Jack asked.

He picked up the slight sarcasm. "Yeah."

Jack was finished; he grabbed his pack ready to leave. "Lets go people," he ordered and hurried out, as did Sam, Daniel and Ceri. Who gave Harm a sympathizing smile.

Teal'c put his hand on Harm's shoulder. "Colonel O'Neill is your friend and yet he is angry with you?"

"Only because of Nitara."

"Why is that Commander Rabb?"

"I suppose he fears I might go 'dark side' on him," he guessed. He finished getting ready. "Lets go."

Sam meanwhile was discussing it with Jack. "He's your friend."

"Harm is, not the snake." Jack snorted, trying to keep his voice down. They stood in the embarkation room, Daniel and Ceri not far from them.

"She saved his life, Jack," Sam tried again.

"I know," he informed. "I do, it's just going to take some time, especially if he wants to keep her."

Daniel had noticed Jack's body language. "What's wrong with Jack?"

"He's having problems accepting Nitara," Ceri said quietly.

"Why? He and Harm have been friends for years."

"He and Harm have, but he and Nitara haven't," she sighed. "You know dad's feeling on symbiotes, even Tok'ra ones."

"I know, but Jack agreed with Harm doing the blending," Daniel declared, then answered his own question, "but not to them remaining blended."

Ceri nodded. "Dad's feelings for this haven't changed and I don't think they ever will, whether Harm remains blended or not," she said, addling. "Like yours." She smiled sadly. "You wouldn't blend with a symbiote anymore then dad would, or Sam."

"No, I suppose I wouldn't, but I've also never been in Harm's situation to know what I would do," he declared as easily as he could.

"I know but Daniel, even if he remains blended with Nitara. He'll still be Harm," she took his hand in hers. "Just as you would still be my Daniel."

"You're sure of that?"

"Yes," she released his hand and caressed his face. I love you, Daniel.

I love you too, Ceri.

Harm and Teal'c arrived, bring them apart, they joined Jack and Sam at the bottom of the ramp, the Stargate roared to life and opened with a whoosh.

"SG-1, you have a go," General Hammond announced from the control room.

"Well campers, lets do it." Jack insisted.

Going up the ramp in pairs they stepped through the Stargate, traveling to Celian. Stepping out into the cold winter covered planet, they gathered together at the bottom of the dais that held the Stargate as it shut off. In place was a large scanning device, a large upside down U shape that stood between them and the delegates of the planet.

Ambassador Kar'ha stepped forward. "Welcome back to Celian, if you would step one at a time through the scanner. Even Teal'c, we have a imprint of his last scan."

The Jaffa went first and was cleared, Jack followed, then Sam, Daniel and then Ceri. Harm came last; an alarm went off as he stepped through.

"Commander Rabb has been infected by a Goa'uld." Kar'ha confirmed.

"No, he carries a Tok'ra symbiote," Jack corrected. "It saved his life."

"We know not of the Tok'ra."

"You have our word, Commander Rabb is not a Goa'uld."

"This is not good enough."

Jack sighed, not hesitating. "Daniel dial us home."

Kar'ha panicked. "You are leaving?"

"Yes, the Commander is a part of SG-1. If he is no longer welcome on this planet, then neither are we." Jack said calmly.

Daniel pressed the center activation crystal after he finished dialing and the gate opened with a whoosh; he sent the transponder code through. "Ready Jack."

"Lets go people," the Colonel ordered.

Turning they went back up the stairs and stepped through the gate, returning to Earth. General Hammond met them at the bottom of the ramp.

"What happened?" He demanded.

"We weren't welcome, sir." Jack answered.

"I wasn't welcome, sir," Harm corrected. "Because of Nitara."

"General it's the same thing," Jack declared, surprising them all. He shrugged at their stunned expressions. "Well it is. Harm is a part of my team, and I suppose so is Nitara. If they're not welcome on a planet, then we're all not welcome."

George was proud of him. "Understood, we'll debrief in one hour."

"Sir," Lt. Simmons got their attention from the control room. "We have an incoming wormhole." The gate began to spin back and forward as it locked each chevron into place. Coming to a stop, then opening, the iris remained closed. "It's the Celian's sir."

"Open the iris," General Hammond ordered.

It was opened, revealing the shimmering event horizon. Celian ambassador Kar'ha came through and the gate closed behind him.

George saw the hesitation in the Ambassador; he turned his attention to SG-1. "Dismissed people."

"Yes sir," Jack acknowledged and he and his team filed out of the room, going to the locker room, they removed their heavy winter clothing. An Airman arrived and took their hand weapons, returning them to the armory.

Harm approached Jack. "Thank you, from both Nitara and I."

He nodded. "You're going to stay blended with her, aren't you?"

"I think so," his friend answered.

"What made you decided?"

"You did, Jack," Harm said with a smile. "You said Nitara was a part of the team."

"Well she is, she's a part of you." Jack said finally.

Ceri embraced him. "I'm proud of you, dad."

He hugged her back. "Thanks sweetheart."

"We're all proud of you, Jack." Sam said with a warm smile.

"I think we all need to talk," Harm announced. "There's something I want to talk to you all about."

Jack agreed to that. "My office?" He saw his friend nod. "Lets go then." He led the way, gathering in his small but comfortable corner of the base, sitting where they could. "Okay Hammer, the floor is yours."

Harm smiled at that. "My father spoke to me after you all left the night I was blended with Nitara," he began. "He told me about returning to Tallisian and to his wife and son. He also told me I have a half sister who is full Tallisian and that she's alive." His gaze fell on Ceri.

Jack, Daniel, Sam and Teal'c looked between the two. "Whoa, wait a minute," Jack declared. "You saying your father and Ceri's biological father are the same person?"

"Wait, biological father?" Sam was confused.

"Ceri's father on Tallisian was her stepfather," Daniel explained. "Her biological father had to leave Tallisian not long after she was born."

Sam looked to the young woman. "You never said anything?"

"I wasn't suppose to know about him - Amon," Ceri admitted. "My mother thought differently and I was told. When I telepathically bonded with dad, he found out, the same thing happened with Daniel. I guess in the back of my mind, I knew who Harm was too, he and his father look so much a like."

"This is turning into a real family affair," Jack commented.

"Does this mean Commander Rabb will be calling Colonel O'Neill dad too?" Teal'c asked innocently.

"No!" Jack and Harm said together and five of the six laughed.

"I have a dad, Teal'c," Harm said grinning, he turned back to Ceri. "And now I have a sister."

She got up and went over to him, when he stood she wrapped her arms around him. "And I have a brother, one who cares for me."

He held her close. "I always will, kiddo."

Sam glanced at Daniel. "You're really going to have to behave now."

"Oh yeah," he agreed and they all laughed harder.

"So do we tell Hammond?" Jack inquired. "Or keep this to ourselves?"

"Lets keep it to ourselves," Ceri decided. "For now anyway."

They agreed. "All right then campers, lets get this debriefing over and done with," Jack declared.

In the briefing room, General Hammond and the Celian Ambassador waited for the arrival of SG-1. They arrived and took their seats, their usual seating arrangement.

Kar'ha stood. "I wish to offer my apologies for insulting you all, you especially Commander Rabb."

"However," George spoke up. "Commander Rabb is still not welcome on Celian, since the Ambassador and his people have no knowledge of the Tok'ra, as far as they're concerned a Goa'uld is a Goa'uld."

"Then we have a problem, then Ambassador," Jack responded. "Because if the Commander here isn't welcome, then no one from SG-1 will step foot on Celian again."

Kar'ha sat back down. "But surely…."

"Ambassador," Ceri spoke up. "Your people and the people of Tallisian were friends, your planet was with the Imperial Collective of Planets. Yet because the Commander is blended, you refused to let him on your planet. In doing so you insult myself, and the memory of my people."

"How…how is that so?" Kar'ha asked, shocked by her statement.

"Because Commander Rabb is half Tallisian." Daniel told him calmly.

"With all due respect, General," Jack announced. "I believe Celian isn't a planet we need to align ourselves with, they're raciest."

"I agree," George asserted. "Ambassador, until your people overcome you racial problem, we'll not be visiting your world. I hope one day this can be accomplished."

Kar'ha nodded sadly. "So do I General Hammond." He stood. "I'll take my leave of you then."

"Airman, escort the Ambassador to the embarkation room," the General ordered to the young man he'd called over.

The Airman nodded and escorted Kar'ha from the room.

"I take it Commander Rabb, you intend to stay blended with Nitara?" The General asked.

"Yes sir," Harm agreed. "There is a lot to lean from Nitara."

"Very well then, Dr. Frasier is waiting for you all, dismissed."

Standing SG-1 wandered out, heading for the infirmary. "So bud," Jack began as he walked with Harm. "Just out of curiosity, how was it, having Nitara present while you and Mac…"

"Who says Mac and I…" he let the sentence fade, grinning.

"Oh please," his friend rolled his eyes. "My daughter is a telepath, she eavesdropped."

Harm arched an eyebrow. "Really?"

Jack shrugged. "Just to make sure you were all right," he said mischievously. "She blushed a lot." He admitted and Harm chuckled. "So?"

"Interesting," he said out loud. Mind blowing, he said to himself.

"And?"

Harm just shook his head, chuckling. "Sorry Jack, I don't kiss and tell."

"Oh come on," the Colonel complained. "No fair."

The Commander just kept chuckling and hurried to catch up to Ceri and Daniel.

Sam took his place at Jack's side, seeing his bemused look. "He didn't tell you anything, did he?"

"Said it was interesting."

"Kinky interesting or just interesting?" She asked smirking.

"Oh very funny."
After being pocked and prodded by Dr. Frasier, they headed off in different directions, Teal'c to his quarters to Kel'no'reem, Sam to her lab saying she had an experiment she wanted to run, the Colonel to his office – mumbling something about paper work, Harm headed to his to do legal work as well as catch up on reports. Daniel and Ceri went to his office; they shared, since they were hardly apart anyway it seemed sensible. They had plenty to catch up on, artifacts that needed cataloguing, stone tablets that needed translated.

Around thirteen hundred, their teammates dragged them off to the commissary to eat, they were on their way back when they heard the alarm to signify an incoming traveler.

"The Tok'ra?" Sam purposed.

"Could be, the General said they were coming." Jack agreed.

At the steady run, they headed for the embarkation room, the Gate opened just as they arrived, standing behind the SF's who took up position, waiting.

"Tok'ra id received," Lt. Simmons announced from the control room and on the General's order opened the iris.

Soon the event horizon rippled and two tan-clad figures came through – Jacob Carter and Amon Rhabb, both men strolled down the ramp to the waiting friendly faces, the SF's departing. The Gate closed behind them.

Sam embraced her father. "Hi dad."

"Hi Sam," Jacob greeted.

Harm did the same with his father. "It's good to see you again, dad."

"You too son," he said smiling. "You look a lot better then you did."

"Thanks to Nitara and some determined friends," he said.

Amon glanced over at Ceri, she stood between Jack and Daniel, her hands behind her back, feet apart, it was a casual relax stance. She was so like her mother. He smiled at the memory and returned his attention to his son. "We've come for your decision."

They all left the embarkation room. "General Hammond said you were coming," Harm stated.

In the briefing room, they took their seats; General Hammond joined them, greeting the two men.

"What's your decision Commander?" Jacob asked.

"Nitara and I are going to remain blended." Harm answered.

"She's a member of the team," Jack announced.

Amon smiled at that, he'd heard all about the cocky Colonel from Jacob. "Could we talk to Nitara, son?" He asked Harm.

Harm's eyes blinked and in that second Nitara in control, the Commander's body language changed a little. "It's good to see you again old friend."

With a blink of his eyes, the host gave control of his body to his symbiote and Adrick spoke instead of Amon. "It's been far to long. You are agreeable to having Commander Rabb as your host?"

"I am," she insisted. "As Colonel O'Neill has pointed out, I am a member of the team."

Selmac spoke from her host, the change having gone unnoticed. "I seem to recall you enjoy staying in the back ground and observing young one."

"And I shell do so again," she said with amusement to her voice. "The Commander is a complimentary host, we get on well together and we shell teach each other. There is a lot for both of us to lean."

"Then you have chosen each other well." Selmac decided. Then she gave control back to her host.

Adrick returned control to his host, seeing Nitara return control to hers. "I have a feeling Nitara likes being with you a lot more then she's letting on, son."

"It's Jack witty personality, dad," Harm smirked. "He makes every female feel welcome."

Jack grinned proudly. "I can't help it if I'm charming," then received a kick to the shines. "Ouch!"

Sam looked apologetic. "Sorry sir. My foot slipped."

"Does the Tok'ra council have any objections to Nitara remaining here on Earth?" General Hammond inquired, ignoring his two officers.

"None," Jacob answered.

'Of course not, bunch of stuffy fuddy-duddies.' Nitara remarked within Harm's mind.

Harm laughed out loud, seeing the questioning looks, especially from Hammond. "Sorry sir, Nitara just called the Tok'ra council a bunch of fuddy-duddies," he explained sheepishly.

Jacob laughed at that, as did Amon. The others chuckled softly. "Nitara always seemed to rub the council the wrong way." Selmac's host announced.

"No wonder she and Harm get on so well together," Jack remarked with a grin. "I believe Hammer, your former Commanding Officer use to get rubbed the wrong way by you quiet a lot."

"Only when I was right, Jack."

"If he's anything like his father, then that is most of the time," Jacob stated.

"Thank you sir."

He smiled and addressed Hammond. "If you don't mind, George we'd like to remain a while."

"Of course, feel free."

"Thank you."

"I think kids that was our hint to get back to work," Jack announced. "And let Carter and Hammer visit their fathers."

"Quiet right," the General agreed. "When you have time Jacob, I'd like a word."

"Sure George."

They all stood, leaving the briefing room, the General going back to his office, SG-1 splitting up. Jacob went with his daughter; Jack returned to what he'd been doing, Teal'c did also. Daniel and Ceri were heading back to their office when Amon stopped them.

"Can we talk?" He asked her.

She nodded. "All right."

"I'll see you later." Daniel said.

"No young man, you too," the Tok'ra insisted.

Harm smiled, remembering that tone of voice. "How about we use my office?"

"A good idea," his father agreed.

Oh boy, Daniel thought as they followed.

Ceri brushed her hand inconspicuously against his. Don't worry.

Easy for you to say, I feel like a lamb being lead to the slaughter.

She smiled. I'll protect you.

Coming to Harm's office, the four went in, taking a seat. His office was tidy, his law degree on the wall near a large print of a F-14 Tomcat.

Ceri lent forward and picked up the model of the Stearman Harm kept on his desk, being careful with it. She smiled; she guessed what the Tok'ra agent was going to tell her. "I guess my love of flying comes from you," she said silently, addressing him.

He was a little surprised. "Harm told you?"

She put the model down. "He told the entire team."

"Ceri flew with the Tallisian Defense Force, dad," Harm said proudly. "Interceptors."

"Your mother let you do that?"

The young woman smiled mischievously. "No, actually she didn't. I did it anyway."

Amon laughed. "You must have given your stepfather a hard time, young lady."

"Nothing he didn't deserve," she declared lightly. "Dad would agree with me, he didn't get along with him either."

"You mean Colonel O'Neill?"

"Yes."

"On our first mission to Tallisian, Ceri and Jack telepathically bonded," Daniel, explained. "Then on a mission after she joined SG-1, she telepathically linked to Jack to save his life. Their closeness was covered by the cover story of her being his adopted daughter. It's pretty much common knowledge now and everyone takes it for granted since she uses his surname."

"I see," Amon, said, his focus still on the linguist. "And your relationship to my daughter young man? You've obviously more then friends."

"Yes sir, I love your daughter, I have Jack's blessing, and I guess I'm asking for yours too."

"As long as you look after Ceri, then you have it, Dr. Jackson."

"Daniel," he told him.

"All right Daniel." He held out his hand and the linguist shook it. "Welcome to the family."

"Thank you sir."

Ceri got up and went over to her father, where he was perched on Harm's desk and gave him a hug. "Thank you papa."

"You're welcome sweetheart."

She stepped back. "We should be getting back to work."

"How about dinner tonight?" Harm suggested.

"What about Colonel Mackenzie?" Daniel asked as he stood.

"Right."

"We'll do it another time," Ceri agreed, sensing her brother's frustration and disappointment.

"Sure we will," Amon agreed, recalling Jack having mentioned Colonel Mackenzie. He gave his daughter another hug. "I'll see you before I leave."

"Okay papa," she said, and then left with Daniel.

Amon sat again, this time in one of the chairs. "Now tell me about this Colonel Mackenzie?"

"Sarah," Harm said smiling. "The woman I love."

"I see; I take it she doesn't know about the Stargate program or what you do?"

"Not a thing."

"That must be hard?"

"It is. I'd love for you to meet her dad."

"Perhaps one day, son," he stated. "So is the lovely Colonel, Air Force?"

His son revealed with a chuckle. "No, a Marine lawyer," he announced. "She's with JAG in Washington, we were partners for a while." He took the photo of the two of them off his desk and gave it to his father.

Amon smiled. His son had taste. "She's beautiful son."

"Yeah she is."

He gave the photo back. "She's obviously visiting?"

Harm nodded. "For a few more days, then it's back to Washington. She's coming back for Christmas."

"Thought about asking General Hammond to let her in on the secret?"

"Quiet a bit, but I think it's too soon," his son answered. "We've just headed into this relationship."

"What does Nitara think of her?"

"She thinks Sarah is amazing."

"I see," his father's eyes sparkled. "Did she decided that before or after sex."

"Dad."

"Sorry son."

Harm squirmed in his chair. "After actually."

Amon chuckled. "Well don't take offence, she probable liked Sarah before that."

"I won't."

Silence settled between them, finally though Amon asked. "How's your mother, Harm?"

"She's good, she remarried; Frank is a good guy, I didn't give him much of a chance though, I should have."

"I'm sure he understood, son."

He nodded. "I suppose so."

"Well," his father said. "If you can't offer me dinner, how about coffee?"

"We can do that," Harm agreed and stood, walking around his desk to him.

Amon followed his son, his hand on his shoulder. He was proud of him and of Ceri. As proud as any father could be who couldn't be with his children as they grew up, what was important was they'd turned out to be remarkable people. And he had a feeling things could get bad for Harm with Sarah Mackenzie if the secret was left too long. So he took it upon himself to approach General Hammond after Harm returned to work.

The General was surprised by the visit. "Mr. Rabb, come in."

Amon smiled warmly. "I haven't been Mr. Rabb for some time, General. Amon will do fine."

George Hammond found that amusing. "Amon?"

The Tok'ra smiled again. "It is the name I was given at birth, Amon Rhabb. It's the name I go by."

"Very well, so what can I do for you?"

"My son was telling me about Colonel Mackenzie."

George nodded. "Quiet a woman, hell'va Marine. You point Amon?"

"General, my son loves this woman, a lot," Amon stated. "His biggest problem isn't going to be popping the question, it's going to be explaining all of this to her. Especially the part about him having a Tok'ra symbiote in his head."

"Amon, you understand the reason behind the secrecy here," the General began. "We've had to deal with leaks before, some haven't turned out well. There is an organization on the outside that will kill if they have to, to gain information."

"General, having someone at Washington maybe an advantage. As a lawyer, Mackenzie would have contacts on the hill and the Pentagon. She could be your eyes and ears. The Tau're are, as I've had first hand knowledge, curious people, I doubt Colonel Mackenzie is any different."

"As far as she knows, Harm is involved with Deep Space Radar Telemetry, that he was injured in a secret mission retrieving a satellite from a hostile country."

Amon shook his head, grinning. "General that sounds like a lie even to me, she doesn't believe that. She wouldn't if she was smart, which I have the feeling she is."

"You're right, she doesn't believe it. Since she's been staying at your son's house, she's been in contact with her office a number of times, each time to receive updates, luckily the officers at JAG haven't been able to find anything out."

"Then it's time General to bring her into the loop."

"I'll think about it, that's the best I can do."

"Thank you," he stood and held out his hand. "I can see why my son enjoys working with you General."

George Hammond stood and shook the Tok'ra hand. "It's George, Amon and thank you."

He nodded, smiling before he turned and left.

The General sat down; he picked up his phone, the call going to his aid. "Get me Colonel O'Neill…. Thank you." He hung up and waited.

Jack wandered in a few minutes later. "You wanted to see me, sir."

"Sit down Jack," his CO ordered and continued when he had. "I just had a visit from Harm's father."

"Oh, go well?"

"He suggested bring Colonel Mackenzie into the loop, stating having her as our eyes and ears in Washington may be an advantage."

"It's a good idea sir," Jack agreed. "As a lawyer she would be able to find out information for us without being obvious."

"So you agree with his assessment?" The General asked him.

"Yes sir."

Hammond sat back in his chair. "All right, have a SF go to the Commander's house and invite Colonel Mackenzie here," he ordered. "And Jack," he saw the man hesitate after he stood. "Keep your relationship with Major Carter off the base, that includes off world."

Jack would of protested but decided it wasn't worth it. "Yes sir."

"Dismissed."

Nodding Jack left.

A half an hour later, Colonel Sarah Mackenzie, US Marine stood before the General, being thankful she'd brought her uniform with her. She felt better in it.

"Colonel, we need to talk," George Hammond began, he guided her into the briefing room, the blast door was down. He gestured for her to sit and did so when she had. "Colonel, it's come to my attention you don't believe what we've told you about our work here."

"You've cover story could use some work, General," she said politely.

He nodded, sliding a piece of paper and pen over to her that had been lying on the table. "I need you to sign this first, Colonel. Then I'll tell you want you want to know."

"What is it?"

"An affidavit saying you won't reveal anything you see or are told," the General answered.

Mac signed the document and passed it back. "So what am I not to reveal, General?"

He put the document into a folder marked classified and slid another towards her. "Any and all information regarding the Stargate Program."

She opened the folder. "So you don't work with Satellites?"

"Only the ones that orbit planets," Hammond remarked. "We use the Stargate to travel to other worlds, to make allies in our fight against the Goa'uld."

"Goa'uld?"

"Rather nasty, eye glowing psychopaths that are intent on taking over the world," Jack O'Neill announced as he came into the room. "Permission to barge in, sir?"

"Sit down Jack," the General ordered, waving him over.

He did. "The Goa'uld are parasites that take over a human host, do nasty things, enslave entire planets, wipe them out if they feel like it."

"And you fight them?" Mac asked him skeptical.

"We do."

"Is that how Commander Rabb was injured?" She asked straight out.

Jack nodded. "My team is called SG-1, our mission to PX-5987 went south, and we retreated back to the Stargate. Harm saw a Jaffa take aim at Ceri who was dialing out and jumped in front of her, taking a staff blast to the chest," he explained. "She kept him alive by telepathically linking with him. The Gate opened, we came through, the iris was closed and we got him help."

Mac felt sick. "He nearly died, didn't he?"

"He would have if we hadn't contacted the Tok'ra." Hammond answered.

"And the Tok'ra are?"

"Resistance, they have a symbolic relationship between host and symbiote," the General explained.

"In simple words, Colonel, they have a snake in their heads that they share their body with. Just like the Goa'uld, except they don't force themselves on their hosts, they live together as two souls in one body." Jack clarified easily.

She really felt sick now. "So how did they save Harm?" She asked a little hesitant.

George was going to tell her, when Jack sat forward, resting his forearms on the table, answering her. "Harm is blended with a Tok'ra symbiote; her name is Nitara, she saved his life."

Mac gasped, the man she loved had a thing in his head, a…. snake. Oh God, that meant when they'd made love. She put her hand over her mouth. When they'd made love that thing had been making love with them.

Jack calmly got up and poured Mac a glass of water, going over to her. "Here," he handed her the glass. "Just sip it."

She did. "Is he still my Harm?"

"Oh yeah," he returned to his seat. "Hammer is still Hammer," he assured. "Still the same stubborn, over emotional, jump head first into the fire, cocky aviator, lawyer he always was."

With a shaky hand, Mac put the glass on the table. "Is there anything else, I should know?"

"He's also half alien," the Air Force Colonel continued. "And his father is a Tok'ra agent."

She saw he was serious. "Half alien?"

"Commander Rabb is only half human," the General said calmly. "His symbiote is reasserting his Tallisian genes."

"And his father?" She asked shocked.

"Amon Rhabb is a Tok'ra, he's Tallisian," Jack announced. "He went under the name Harmon Rabb Sr. while here on Earth, he forced to leave Earth because of the Goa'uld."

She was trying to come to terms with all of it. "You said Ceri, Dr. O'Neill telepathically kept Harm alive. What did you mean?"

"Ceri is Tallisian also, she's telepathic, empathic and telekinetic," Hammond replied.

"She created a telepathic link between herself and Harm, thus keeping him alive. She did the same for me once, after I was injured." Jack elaborated.

"And she kept him alive?"

"Yes. Dr. O'Neill was one of the strongest telepaths on her planet," the General stated. "A, M-12."

"Was?"

"Tallisian was wiped out by the Goa'uld." Jack said bluntly. "Every last man, woman and child."

"Oh my god," she exclaimed.

"Colonel, I know this is a lot to take in," George declared. "But you were brought into the loop for a reason, one of them being Amon thought you could handle it."

"Harm's father thought that?" She asked aimlessly.

"Oh yeah, he's a great guy, lot like his son," Jack smirked casually. "You're going to love him."

General Hammond looked from the Marine to his office. "Jack, perhaps you should contact Ceri and have her tell Harm and his father to join us."

Jack nodded, Mac watched as he closed his eyes and relaxed in his chair. Then after a few minutes smiled and chuckled, then reopened his eyes. "She's passing the message on, General. At the moment they're playing a game of hid and seek to heighten Harm's telepathic skills. She's going to tell Daniel and Amon to meet her here, Harmshouldn't take to long in tracking them down."

Mac was confused. "Dr. Jackson is telepathic too?"

"According to Dr. O'Neill, Dr. Jackson has some telepathic abilities, apparently all humans do in some form," the General explained.

"Just like you do, Colonel," Ceri O'Neill announced, coming up the stairs, having come from the control room. "It explains why you have such a strong connection to Harm." She went and sat next to Jack. "Hi dad."

"Hi sweetheart."

She spoke to the General. "Daniel is on his way, he was on sublevel 19 with Sam, I took it upon myself to ask him to invite her to join us as well. Amon was in the commissary with Jacob, both are proceeding here, as is Teal'c. Harm is at the moment on sublevel 12."

"Thank you Doctor."

Mac's eyes widened in surprise at the younger woman's announcement. "How can you be so sure?"

"Everyone on this base has an unique life signature. Harm, his father, Jacob and Teal'c are slightly different because they all have a symbiote, so their signatures are duel," Ceri explained. "Daniel and dad both have a telepathic imprint that I left on them, so I know their signatures very well."

"And Major Carter?"

"Well," she hesitated, glancing at her adopted father.

"It's okay kiddo, the General knows," he said with a soft smile.

She looked back to the Marine Colonel. "Sam is dad's lover, she has a telepathic imprint left by him. Just as you have a telepathic imprint from Harm."

Jack saw the Colonel's shocked look, grinning. "She's fun at parties too."

Daniel and Sam came up the stairs, saying hello before they sat down. Jacob and Teal'c arrived soon after. Mac's eyes widened again at the sight of the tall black man.

"Teal'c is a Jaffa," Sam explained. "He use to be first prime to Apophis, he saved our lives and now helps us fight against the Goa'uld."

Teal'c bowed his head. "It is a pleasure to met you Colonel Mackenzie," he greeted.

"Hello."

"Jacob is Major Carters' father, he's a former General in the Air Force and also a Tok'ra," the General added.

Mac couldn't believe how much Sam's father reminded her of her Uncle Matt, the likeness was uncanny. "Sir."

"Colonel," he greeted with a smile. He and Teal'c took their seats.

"Where's the Senior Hammer?" Jack inquired.

"Waiting for Harm," Jacob answered.

"At the moment teasing his son," Ceri filled in. "They're on their way." She felt Daniel's hand on her thigh, hidden from view by the table. She covered his hand with her own and their fingers entwined. I'm glad Mac was told, it will make things so much easer, she sent to him only.

I just hope she handles Harm and Nitara being blended, Daniel thought back.

I do too; it must of come as a shock, finding out.

Especially after she realized Nitara was present during their lovemaking, not to mention will be from now, Daniel noted.

A permanent threesome, she smirked.

Daniel couldn't help but laugh, seeing everyone looking at him. "Sorry," then rolled his eyes at Ceri. Thanks so much darlin.

She grinned. It was funny though.

Jack cleared his throat. "Guys, you're being rude."

"Sorry Jack."

"Sorry dad," she apologized, adding telepathically. I'll tell you later.

"You'd better," he remarked and saw the curious look from Mackenzie. "Last bit was a private message."

Harm and his father came up the stairs, both were obviously talking and they were - telepathically.

Mac got quickly to her feet and went over to them both. "My god, you're both so much a like."

Harm moved to her side, his hand going to the middle of her back, feeling her flinch a little. "Sarah, this is my father, Amon Rhabb."

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Sarah," Amon said warmly. "Harm has told me a lot about you."

"Like wise, sir, well as much as he knew at the time," she retorted.

Harm looked over his shoulder to Ceri; his half sister had turned to watch the interaction. Sensing his question. She knows about Nitara, she informed him. He nodded understand. "Why don't we go and sit down," he suggested.

Mac nodded going back to her seat, Harm and his father followed, sitting either side of her. She addressed the General. "Sir, why am I being told all of this?"

"We need someone in Washington who can be our eyes and ears," he explained. "Only the President, and the Joint Chief's know of the Stargate Program, there however have been leaks."

"And as a lawyer, I could get close enough to those on the hill or at the Pentagon without anyone being the wiser," she stated.

"Yes."

"There are certain Senators that would like to see the Stargate buried," Harm explained. "That won't help us against the Goa'uld though, they have ships, and they know we're a threat."

That made sense to Mac. "All right, if I hear anything I'll let you know."

"Thank you, Colonel." General Hammond said. "Do you have any questions?"

"Can I see it, the Stargate?"

"Of course. Harm take Colonel Mackenzie down to the embarkation room."

"Yes sir." He stood and waited until Mac had, leading her down to the gate room, going in.

She was amazed, mostly by the size of it. "This takes you to other planets?"

"Yes, it opens a wormhole from one planet to another?" Harm told her.

"What's it like."

He smiled. "Like going Mach two, pulling 9 G's," he smirked.

She turned, seeing the look of pleasure on his face. "You love it?"

"Oh yeah," he grinned. "There's nothing like it Sarah, it's amazing. You step though the event horizon and the wormhole takes you to another planet, you step out on alien soil."

Jack came in behind them. "How about a quick trip?" He suggested. "We'll have you back by night fall."

Mac turned him. "I could go through the Stargate?"

"Sure, the General approved it," he said with a shrug. "So what do you say Colonel, up for a thrill?"

She smiled. "Only if you stop calling me Colonel and start calling me Mac."

"You've got it," Jack agreed. "Go suite your lady up Hammer, we're going visiting."

Harm smiled. "Any where I know."

"I'll surprise you," the Air Force Colonel smirked and wandered out.

Shaking his head, Harm chuckled. "Last time he said that, we ended up on this godforsaken planet where it rain constantly, getting shot out by crazy natives with blow guns."

Mac smiled. "Sounds like you guys have a lot of fun."

"Sometimes," he agreed as they left the embarkation room. He took her to his quarters, leaving her to find her a set of fatigues to wear.

Mac looked around the quarters; she saw a few things that she remembered, a few photos, and model fighter planes. There was a photo that caught her eye. Going over to the desk she picked it up, it was a photo taken of SG-1 on some planet, they were geared up, including weapons. The six of them were sitting on a grassy hill, Jack and Sam side by side laughing over something. Ceri was seated between Daniel's thighs, his arms around her, both of them were grinning. Harm was next to them, chuckling. Teal'c was on Harm's left, an amused expression on his face. They looked so happy.

"One of the guys in SG-3 took it," Harm said behind her. He dumped the clothing and boots on the bed and went over to her. "We were on a research mission, SG-3 are a bunch of Marines, and they wanted to scout the area first. Jack told them to go ahead and we sat back and relaxed. Of course they found nothing, the photo was taken and we went on with our mission." He put his hands on her shoulders and felt her flinch again. "Sarah what is it?"

She put the photo down, turning. "Can you talk to her?"

"Her?"

"That thing inside you?"

"Her name is Nitara and yes I can talk to her and so can you, if you want to," he said calmly.

"How?"

"Simple." He answered. His blinked slowly and then Nitara was in control "Hello Colonel Mackenzie."

Startled, Mac bumped into the desk as she stepped back. His voice was funny, it was Harm, but it wasn't. "You're Nitara?"

"Yes, I've been looking forward to talking with you," the symbiote stated.

"You have?"

"Yes, I've seen the memories Harm has of you, I know his feelings for you. I feel in a way like I've known you for as long as he has," she told her.

Mac was surprised. "Do you know everything Harm does?" She asked carefully.

Nitara smiled. "Don't you mean, was I present in his consciousness when you were making love?"

She blushed a little. "Yes."

"I was, I even offered some advice, but I didn't have control of Harm," Nitara revealed. "I felt what he did and he felt my response to it, but his actions were his own"

"Will that happen all the time?"

"Harm and I are together for a long time, Colonel. So the answer to your question is yes. I do try to remain dormant while you make love, however it isn't always easy. You are two very emotion people; I can't help at times feeling what Harm is. Just as he shares my feelings and experiences I've had from other hosts." She revealed and then smiled warmly. "Harm is getting restless, so I'll go, I hope we can talk again Colonel Mackenzie"

"Mac," the Marine told her. "Mac or Sarah."

"Very well, goodbye for now Mac"

Mac watched as Harm blinked his eyes slowly and once more he was back in control. She smiled. "Nitara sounds nice."

"She is and she likes you," he noted. "You'd better get changed."

Nodding Mac walked over to the bed and started unbuttoning her jacket, turning. "Nitara said you'd be together for a long time, how long did she mean?"

"Nitara's last host was over two hundred years old when she died. Since I'm half Tallisian, she and I could be together for that long," he answered. "Or longer."

"Are you all right with that?"

He shrugged. "I haven't thought a lot about it actually."

Letting it drop, Mac finished undressing and then dressing in the fatigues, sitting to pull on the socks and boots, lacing them up. "So any other deep dark secrets you need to tell me," she mused as she stood.

"Ceri is my sister, half sister." He said bluntly.

That took the fun out of her joke. "You're kidding right?" She saw him shake his head. "Your dad had a family on Tallisia?"

"Yes. He had to leave them because of the Goa'uld, just like he had to leave my mother and me."

She walked over and hugged him, feeling his arms go around her. "I guess I don't have to be jealous of her any more."

"No you don't," he grinned. "At the moment only SG-1, dad and Jacob know."

"I won't tell anyone," she promised and then rose up on her toes, kissing him. "So Flyboy, ready to go planet hopping?"

Harm chuckled. "Lets do it Ninja girl."

The rest of SG-1 was in the embarkation room when they arrived, geared up and ready like Harm was, they only carried side arms, even Teal'c. The iris retracted as the gate opened with a whoosh, then settled into the watery event horizon.

"Wow," was all Mac could say.

"It's gets better, grasshopper," Jack mussed, grinning.

"SG-1, you have a go," General Hammond announced from the control room.

"Lets go kids," the Air Force Colonel ordered.

Daniel and Ceri walked up the ramp and through the Gate first without hesitation, Teal'c went through with Sam.

"So where are we going, Jack?" Harm asked, as he and Mac walked up the ramp with him.

"Hippy heaven, my friend," he smirked.

The Gate fascinated Mac; she reached out a hand and touched it, quickly pulling her hand back. "Wow."

Harm smiled and took her arm. "Come on Mac, you're going to love this place."

Jack took her arm also. "Lets go Dorothy," he jeered and together the three them walked through.

Mac felt cold, bitter cold, and the sensation of falling, then they were through, stepping out into bright sunshine. "Oh God."

Releasing her arm, Jack chuckled, the Gate closing behind them. "I take it you liked."

"Oh yeah," she said grinning.

Harm laughed. "This from the woman who gets sick every time she flies in an F-14."

Mac playfully thumped him in the arm. "Only F-14's and MiG's you fly."

Jack laughed harder and headed over to Sam, putting his sunglasses on. He slung his arm around her shoulders. "Lets go visiting, Major."

"Yes sir," she agreed slipping her arm around his waist.

Daniel and Ceri were already walking ahead hand in hand, Teal'c slightly behind them.

All she saw amazed Mac, she held tight to Harm's hand as they walked. "This is so…" Her voice faded. "It's fantastic."

"Ambrosia is nice, the people are great, it's like they're stuck in the sixties, but their technology is way a head of ours," Harm explained. "Just be careful what you drink. The first time we came here, they gave us this drink, but the end of day we were all roaring drunk. Dr. Frasier, who'd come to help Sam, was the only one sober, she made sure we didn't do anything stupid," he chuckled. "She still teases us about having to sit through a night of beer drinking songs and dirty limericks."

Mac couldn't help but giggle. "I would have loved to have seen that."

"It was interesting all right."

Ambrosian's welcomed them as they entered the village, waving happily, there were hugs too; the people were very friendly.

Jordan came over to them. "Good welcome friends, I hope there is nothing wrong?"

"No, Jordan," Daniel greeted. "This is a friendly visit," he gestured to the Marine next to Harm. "This is Sarah Mackenzie."

"Good welcome Sarah," Jordan greeted, cheerfully.

"Good welcome," she replied in kind.

"Come, Shoran and Rakki will be happy to see you again," he insisted, gesturing for them to follow.

Mac looked questioningly at Harm. "His wives," he whispered to her and she mouthed 'Oh'.

On entering Jordan's house, SG-1 removed their vests and size arms in respect for their culture, placing them in a chest by the door, which the Ambrosian had placed especially for them when they or any other SG team visited. He locked it.

"The Ambrosian's only carry arms when traveling or hunting," Jack said quickly to Mac as they followed their host.

Shoran and Rakki were happy to see them, both women hugging the members of SG-1, being introduced to Mac; they welcomed her with as much gusto. Then invited them to all sit around the kitchen table, while they got them something to drink.

Mac hesitated, remembering Harm's warning. She saw him take a drink and nod to her, so she sipped it, the liquid was cold and tasted like apple juice.

Jordan had seen her hesitate. "You like it, Sarah?"

"Yes, it's nice."

"It is cider, I made it myself," he said proudly. "After the last visit from SG-1, I decided I needed a drink for them that did not get them drunk."

"It was an amusing night," Rakki remarked giggling.

And damn lucky I didn't have Nitara in my head the next morning, Harm thought. Then again she probably could have cued my hangover.

Ceri started to giggle. I would have loved to know what her version of a beer drinking song is?

Harm just grinned, hearing in his head Nitara response to that.

Mac had a feeling she'd missed some of the conversation, promising herself she'd ask Harm about it later.

"So Jordan, how are things here on Ambrosia?" Jack asked.

"It has been well, Jack," the leader assured. "Other then your SG teams, the Chappa'ia remains silent."

Ceri saw Mac arch an eyebrow, explaining to her telepathically. Chappa'ia is another word for the Stargate.

Mac nearly spat her drink out, when she heard the younger woman's voice inside her head. Managing not too.

Harm knew what Ceri had done; his father had been opening him to his Tallisian sensors, making everything so clear. "You get use to it," he whispered.

"I will?"

"You will."

Sorry Mac, Ceri apologized telepathically.

Managing a smile, Mac nodded to her and then looked around. "This is an amazing place Jordan."

He nodded. "Your first journey through the Chappa'ia?"

"Yes."

"Are you Harm's beloved?" Rakki asked her.

The Marine hesitated. "I guess you could say that."

Shoran looked shyly at Sam. "Samantha, have you feelings for Jack changed, are you now his beloved."

"Yes," Sam said, blushing a little.

Jack chuckled and changed the subject. "So Jordan, how are your daughters?"

"My oldest is with child, I am to be a grandfather again, my youngest daughter gave birth a baby boy only four days ago," he revealed proudly. "We'd be honored if you'd say for the naming ceremony. It is tonight."

"Can we dad?" Ceri asked eagerly.

"Yes Jack, can we?" Daniel asked just as eagerly.

Sam giggled and battered her blue eyes at him. "Yes, please Jack?"

"Yeah Jack, let's stay?" Harm joined in.

Mac played along. "Please Jack?"

Teal'c glanced at his friend. "I believe they wish to stay, Colonel O'Neill."

"Ya think?" He said sarcastically. Then gave in. "Okay, we stay." His team members, except for Teal'c cheered, Jordan and his two wives merely laughed. "I'm going to regret this," he muttered.

Teal'c stood. "I will return through the Stargate and inform General Hammond."

"Thanks T," Jack pushed his chair back and stood, walking to the door with him. "Tell the General, will be back in the morning."

"Do you wish me to return?" The Jaffa asked.

"That's up to you, T. Have you something else planed for tonight?" Jack asked him.

"I did."

"Then stay on Earth and enjoy yourself my friend."

"Thank you O'Neill."

Jordan came and unlocked the chest; Teal'c took his vest and side arm. "Are you returning Teal'c?"

"I am not. Enjoy your celebration Jordan."

"Thank you my friend."

Bowing his head, Teal'c took his leave.

"So Jordan, what does this ceremony entail?" Jack asked.

The Ambrosian locked the chest once more, straightening. "The infant will be named, his protectors will promise their love, and then once the ceremony is over, there is a lot of good wine, food and good company."

"Now we're talking," the Colonel jeered.

"Then let us get you correctly attired."

"Whoa, wait a minute. Correctly attired?"

"Of course, you can not attend a naming ceremony dressed as you are. Come, you will be fine."

Reluctantly Jack followed Jordan to one of the bedrooms; Harm and Daniel were waiting for him. "Rakki and Shoran are getting Sam, Ceri and Mac ready." Daniel revealed.

"Great." Jack said unenthusiastically.

By the time they left the room, the three were dressed like Jordan, in colorful, lose following trousers and shirts, Jordan also supplied soft-soled shoes for them.

"I feel ridicules," Jack grumbled.

"You look fine, Jack." Harm said grinning.

Sam, Ceri and Mac were in the kitchen; they wore colorful skirts and blouses, sandals on their feet. Ceri had her hair down, a little was braided. All three women had flowers in their hair, little white buds that reminded them of a flower on Earth.

The men stopped sharply at the sight of the lovely women. "Wow," Jack exclaimed.

"I'll second that," Harm remarked.

"I'll third it," Daniel agreed.

Jordan smiled. "You do not see your beloveds wearing such garments on your planet?"

"Not enough," Harm announced.

"Come, we have to prepare," the Ambrosian insisted.

That night the five members of SG-1 and the Marine Colonel witnessed the naming of the small infant and the pledging of love and protection from his protectors. Then the celebration began, the whole village having witnessed the ceremony. Relaxing and going along with it, Jack, Sam, Harm, Mac, Daniel and Ceri joined in happily dancing and talking with the Ambrosian's.

At one point, Shoran and Rakki pulled Sam, Mac and Ceri away from their partners, and the celebration. A wreath of white flowers was placed on their heads.

"What's going on?" Sam asked.

"It is time to pledge your love to your men," Rakki announced. "It is tradition."

"What does that mean exactly?" Mac asked.

"You will be pledged to your man." Shoran answered. "Do not worry, if you love him, then it should be no problem."

"Okay."

Sam looked to Ceri. "Should we do this?"

"Whatever they do it isn't binding on Earth, so we're all right," the younger woman replied. "So we may as well go along with it."

Rakki and Shoran lead them back to the celebration and before Jordan, who had preformed the naming of his own grandson. Jack, Harm and Daniel were waiting, they were told to stand with their beloved, doing so.

Jordan raised his hands and the crowd became quiet. "On his night of celebration, our friends from the Chappa'ia stand before me to participate in the pledge ceremony." The crowd cheered as he waited, when it was quiet again, he went and stood before Jack and Sam. "Face each other and hold hands," he told them, they did and he was handed a white ribbon. He tied one end around Jack's left wrist. "Jack, do you love the one before you?"

Jack was lost in Sam's eyes. "I do."

Jordan then wrapped the ribbon along his hand to Sam's right wrist and tired it. "Samantha, do you love the one before you?"

She was just as lost, swimming in Jack's brown eyes. "I do."

The Ambrosian one hand on Jack's head and the other on Samantha's, only lightly. "Then with this pledge, your hearts shell beat together as one."

Daniel realized what was going on. "Oh my god, he just married them," he whispered.

Ceri smiled. "When in Roman, my love."

He stared at her as Jack and Samantha kissed. "You really mean that?"

She nodded. "I really mean it."

Jordan had moved on to Harm and Mac and repeated the ceremony, leaving the two kissing he moved on to Daniel and Ceri. "Face each other and hold hands," he told them and after they did, he took the ribbon that was handed to him. Once again he tired the ribbon. "Daniel, do you love the one before you?"

Daniel smiled. "With all my heart."

Jordan wrapped the ribbon along his hand to Ceri's and tired it too her wrist. "Ceri, do you love the one before you?"

"With all my heart," she answered lovingly, her gaze solely on Daniel.

He placed a hand each on their heads and said. "Then with this pledge, your hearts shell beat together as one."

Daniel drew Ceri closer and kissed her, a long passionate kiss. I love you Ceri.

I love you Daniel.

We're going to have to explain this to them, he noted, not breaking the kiss.

In the morning my husband, Ceri insisted.

Good idea, my wife, he agreed.

General Hammond watched as his people walked down the ramp, silly grins on their faces, each pair holding hands. They were back in their fatigues and technically only two of the pairs were really allowed to be holding hands.

"What's going on here, Colonel?" George demanded. Behind him Amon Rhabb and Jacob Carter stood watching, smirking.

"Well General," Jack said casually as they stood at the bottom of the ramp. "By Ambrosian law, Sam and I are married, Harm and Mac are married and Daniel and Ceri are married. So if you'll excuse us, we're going to report to the doc, debrief and then head off on our honeymoons." He reported and then they walked our of the embarkation room, hearing both Tok'ra laughing loudly.

George Hammond stood there with his mouth open, then he started to laugh long with the Tok'ra, shaking his head he turned. "Gentlemen, I need a drink."

"Well we do need to celebrate, George," Jacob remarked as they left. "After all, I just got a son-in-law and Amon, here, got a son-in-law and a daughter-in-law."

"That deserves a large drink." Amon declared.

"Damn right it does," the General agreed, and then realized what had been said. "Wait a minute," he addressed Jacob. "You said Amon had a son-in-law?"

Jacob grinned sheepishly as they left the embarkation room. "Whoops. You weren't supposed to hear that."

"I've heard it, so spill gentlemen?" He ordered.

"In your office George," the Tok'ra insisted.

Nodding Hammond lead the way, shutting the door to his office when they were inside. "All right gentlemen an answer please?"

Sitting down, the General behind his desk, the Tok'ra before him. Amon began. "I had a family on Tallisia as you know, my wife was the Queen, and I was her consort. Ceri was born after my return to Tallisia."

"Amon had been working for the Tok'ra before he was blended with Adrick," Jacob continued. "We also knew about Ceri, when Tallisia was wiped out by the Goa'uld we didn't know until later Ceri was here on Earth. When we found out it was decided to keep it from Amon, he didn't even know about his son until Harm was injured."

"DoesHarm know about Ceri?" The General asked and saw both men nod, sighing. "It's going to be an interesting debriefing."

"Very interesting," Jacob agreed.

"George, I believe we need that drink now." Amon stated.

"I believe your right," George agreed and got the bottle and glasses from his filing cabinet, pouring them all a shot. "To SG-1, who make life interesting."

"And never boring," Jacob added.

"Never that," the General agreed and they drank.

To be continued….

(The first chapter was a Jack and Sam, this one being a Harm and Mac. I guess the next will be Daniel and Ceri. After that, well I have no idea. As I said at the beginning, Harm Sr. is now referred to by his Tallisian name: Amon. You might want to go back and reread chapter one if it helps. AS)