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"Who are you?" He was asked, moments after he'd woken up. He blinked his eyes and tried to focus on the face in front of him. He didn't recognize the man who looked down at him. "What's your name?" The man asked gruffly.

With a shake of his head, he said he didn't know. "I…can't remember."

The man, who had a thick mustache and long brown hair, frowned. "Jenki, come over here." Moments later a tall red haired woman was standing next to the man with the mustache. "He hasn't woken up at all has he? Not while I wasn't here?"

Jenki shook her head. "Not once, Sir."

"Because if he did, and he said someone's name, or mumbled something, it would be very vital to helping him figure out who he is." The nurse continued to shake her head. With a nod the man dismissed her, turning back to his patient of two months. "I'm Dr. Ralk. You've been unconscious for several months. We don't know anything about you, as you came to us through the Stargate."

His patient seemed to take all the information in, thinking it over in his head. "I know what that is."

Dr. Ralk smiled at him, immediately warming up his facial features. "You came to us pretty bad off. You were covered in bruises and burns. Your thumb was missing already, and we barely got you breathing again."

He looked at his hands, suddenly realizing that they were bandaged up. He looked around the room. He was definitely in some sort of hospital. "I don't remember anything."

Dr. Ralk nodded, giving him a sympathetic look. "We'll call you Jon for now, is that ok?"

The patient nodded, wondering why that sounded so familiar to him.

…

After kissing the babies' goodbye a dozen times, Daniel was able to usher Sam out the door. This was actually going to be good for her, as she hadn't been away from the babies' for more then a couple of hours since they'd been born. She had requested two months off after the twins were born, and then she asked for a desk job upon her return. Hammond was going to give her one anyway, even if she didn't want it. She was going back to work next week, and she was no where near prepared. She still hadn't found someone to watch the babies, and she only had ten days left.

"They're going to be fine." Daniel said, breaking into Sam's thoughts.

Sam nodded, giving him a warm smile. "I know."

After they pulled into the parking lot of Sam's favorite Italian restaurant Daniel made her stay in the car until he came around to her side and let her out. "We're grown ups tonight." He said.

They had a twenty-minute wait for a non-smoking table. Neither of them cared, as the only other plans they had for that night involved sleeping in their beds. After they'd sat down on one of the benches to wait for their name to be called, Sam found it hard to resist the urge to call Janet. She knew the babies were fine. In fact, she trusted Janet with them more then anyone else, with the exception of Daniel.

"Jackson, party of two." A hostess called out. They both jumped to their feet and followed her to their table. "Your server will be right with you." They nodded and looked at the menus handed them.

After ordering their meal, Sam looked at Daniel and grinned. He looked down at his tie, wondering if he'd gotten butter on it from his roll. "What?" He asked, certain their wasn't anything on his person to make her laugh at him.

"I'm just happy to be here Daniel. I don't know what I would've done with out you to help me out. You've been a true friend to me Daniel, and I can't thank you enough."

Daniel blushed. "I stay for the kids."

She smiled, dropping the subject. "Speaking of kids, I still need to find a babysitter."

Daniel grimaced. "That's a bad idea."

"What? I can't bring them to work with me."

"No, I mean, just a babysitter. You should hire a nanny. Nanny's tend to have more emotional attachments to the children under their care, and so they tend to watch them more carefully."

"Since when did you become such an expert on nanny's?"

Daniel blushed again. "I've been doing some research." He admitted.

Sam laughed. "I think that's a good idea though. Maybe I'll run an add in the Sunday paper." Daniel nodded his approval.

"You remember me telling you about Siler's latest accident?" Daniel asked.

"Yeah."

"The moment, and I mean the moment he recovered from it and got his bandages off, he twisted his ankle jumping off the bed."

Sam tried not to laugh, but she was not successful. She burst out laughing and was still doing so when their food arrived. She had to take deep breaths to calm herself before she could even look at her food. The meal, lasagna with extra cheese, looked delicious. But it wasn't the food so much that made her mouth water, it was the steam coming off from it. As she looked at Daniel she could tell he was thinking the same thing. His spaghetti with meatballs and garlic bread steamed up his glasses when he bent down to smell the aroma's it was giving off. They grinned at each other, then dug in.

After the meal, and after the drive home, Sam unlocked the front door and kicked off her shoes. The thought of getting a full nights rest was too tempting to stall with picking her shoes up. She and Daniel mumbled a quick "goodnight" to each other, and then they were off into their own respective rooms. Sam had called Janet three times during the meal, and she was warned that if she called again and woke the babies that she would be severely punished the next day. So she resisted yet another urge to call Janet and crawled into bed, smiling as she got comfortable. As soon as her eyelids closed, she fell into a deep and peaceful sleep, unaware of what was happening on another planet to man who didn't know who he was