Notes: Your reviews were even sweeter than usual. I wish I had time to reply to each one individually, but then I would REALLY be slow on these updates!

So just a couple of quick answers:

xdiagonstarx (and anybody else who was wondering,) the rating is not going to go up. That means no graphic descriptions, but that doesn't mean Jack and Sam aren't going to be having lots and lots of sex! I just don't write anything that would remotely be rated M. That doesn't mean I won't read it, but writing adult stories well takes a special talent I just don't possess. Additionally, this is a light fluffy story and there are younger people reading this that I wouldn't want to exclude.

JamSack: That's "Need." Season 2, I believe.

Nobody got the X-Files reference except for my sister, so that was a bit sad. Ah well. It was the line about falling asleep like 'baby cats.' For some reason I always found it funny that Mulder apparently doesn't know the word 'kittens.'

Okay, on with the story. I was missing Daniel and Teal'c, so I threw them in here. Janet should show up within the next couple of chapters as well.

Ch 15: A Little Visit

Sam Carter was in bed with Jack O'Neill. Every time the thought occurred to her it made her laugh, in a 'still not sure this is real' kind of way. The weird part was that they still had some of their clothes on, and while there had been plenty of kissing and a lot of touching, it had been two days since the conversation in the kitchen that had effectively changed her life forever, and they still hadn't actually had sex.

In many ways it had been the happiest two days of her life, but after seven years of UST, she was more than ready for some RST. And she knew Jack was too, so she was quickly losing patience with his insistence that they 'go slow' so they wouldn't 'mess this up.'

If he was just trying to be a gentleman, maybe it was about time she flat out told him to cut it out.

She rolled away from him so she could turn to face him and prodded his shoulder. "Jack, wake up."

He squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head.

"Jack, come on."

"Sleepy time. Shh. Some of us are old and need our beauty sleep."

She made an irritated sound at the back of her throat that he had learnt a long time ago to always, always pay attention to and opened his eyes, pulling her back against him. "What's wrong, was I snoring or something?"

"No," she said matter-of-factly, pushing him onto his back, rolling over on top of him, and kissing him before he could say whatever it was he was about to say.

Well, this was certainly an excellent way to wake up, Jack thought, smiling against Sam's mouth and sliding a hand up her shirt to stroke her back.

Her whole body was completely melted into his. His brain hadn't had time to wake up properly before being completely overwhelmed with her, so when she eventually stopped attacking his mouth, but started in on his neck instead, and then started talking to him at the same time, he was completely lost.

Did she seriously expect him to be able to have a conversation with her, now? She'd have to stop doing that first, then give him about twenty minutes in a very cold shower. Alone.

"Sam, you're a lot better at the multi-tasking than I am, I have no idea what you're saying at the moment…" he finally got out, immensely proud of himself for speaking that much.

She laughed against his neck. He took advantage of her momentary distraction to pull her into such a tight hug, holding her head to his shoulder firmly, that she couldn't move.

"Not fair," she mumbled.

"You were hardly playing fair yourself there, my dear," he pointed out.

"Well, are you listening now?"

"I always listen to you," he insisted. "Most of the time I have no idea what you're actually saying, but…"

"Do you think we're on some sort of Asgard reality show or something?" she interrupted.

"Wh… huh?"

"I don't know. I mean we know Thor's monitoring us… are you worried about him seeing us have sex?"

He coughed and said, "Uh, no. I wasn't… now I am."

She rolled her eyes but refused to let him steer the conversation in another direction. "Then what's wrong, Jack? And don't give me any of that 'old man' crap because I know you've been 'ready' for two days. As a matter of fact," she paused and wriggled against him pointedly. He hissed. "You're ready now."

"I've been ready for years, Sam," Jack said, loosening his hold on her. "But I…" he trailed off, running his fingers through her hair absently.

She lifted her head off his chest so she could see his expression. "What?"

"I wanted… okay this is going to sound… selfish, but I just wanted a little bit of time with just you, without everything becoming about having a baby right away."

Sam burst out laughing at the confession, but fought to get control of herself quickly so he wouldn't take the fact that she was laughing at him the wrong way. The best way she knew to do that was to distract herself, and luckily she was lying on top of the best distraction she had.

Kissing him until it just wasn't funny anymore, she pulled away reluctantly and said, "You really don't read your memos do you?"

"I don't get my memos," Jack insisted.

"All female personnel get shots, Jack…"

"Hey, we all get shots, I think Doc gives me more than anybody else..." he grumbled, automatically beginning to pout in the same manner he always did when he was on his way to or from the infirmary.

"Jack. I'm talking about birth control. It's not an exact science but it's got to be at least six more weeks before I could possibly get pregnant, and probably a lot more than that because I've been getting them for a while and it will probably take a while for everything to get… back to normal."

He winced and said, "Okay, okay, I don't need the… details." The implication of what she had just said finally sunk in and he said, "So wait a minute, if I had just asked you two days ago, we could have been…"

"Yup."

"Damn."

"Maybe if you weren't so scared of talking about female r…"

"Lalalala," he interrupted loudly, squinching his eyes shut, but she knew he was being extra-sensitive just to keep the situation light. "Hey, I've been around you seven years, all I need to know is to sneak a bag of bite-sized Snickers into your lab on the 18th."

"Yeah, well if you weren't so scared of the subject you'd know that I didn't really need those for the past two years."

"Damn," he said again.

"It's okay, I still wanted and greatly appreciated them," she assured him, pecking him on the cheek.

"So about this Asgard reality show… you weren't serious about that, were you?"

"No, I don't see why Thor would be particularly voyeuristic. I mean, it's not like he would be… excited or anything. Most normal people, for example, don't care how plants reproduce."

"So… that's a 'no' then?"

"Yes. It's a no."

"Good, because I just realized what you said a few minutes ago."

"What?"

"Six weeks, huh?"

"At least."

"Sweet."

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Jack woke up feeling somebody with a very cold finger poking him in the back. Since he was wrapped tightly around Sam, holding one of her hands while the other was pressed into the mattress, he knew it couldn't be her. Which was problematic, because they had been alone for months.

He rolled away from her reluctantly, blinking slowly as he came face to face with Thor.

"Hey, you're actually here," was the first thing out of his mouth, once he realized holograms didn't poke, as a rule.

"Greetings, O'Neill, I would like to speak with you."

"Now?"

"Every other time I have attempted to contact you, you and Major Carter have been… busy. I assumed you did not want to be interrupted."

Jack coughed to cover his embarrassment and said, "Uh, yeah, why don't you go wait in the living room, Thor? I'll be there in a second."

"Very well, but I cannot stay long, O'Neill," Thor said firmly, leaving the bedroom.

"Pity," Jack muttered sarcastically, extricating himself from Sam carefully, surprised when she didn't wake up, but glad, because he knew Thor's lack of… propriety? Lack of something, at least. Self-consciousness, perhaps. The guy walked around stark naked all the time, forcryinoutloud… anyway, it would make Sam uncomfortable.

It made Jack uncomfortable too, but come on. He was still a man. Uncomfortable, yes. Wicked proud of himself too though, absolutely. And since there weren't men in a locker room or at a bar that he could tell to butt out of his (no longer non-existent) sex life with a secretive, smug smile on his face, he supposed the naked grey alien in the living room would be a decent substitute.

He pulled the covers up around Sam tightly and pulled on some clothes. He went out to the living room and gestured for Thor to sit down. Thor perched on the edge of the coffee table. Jack sat down in the comfy chair and said, "So, buddy, long time no see. Nice of you to drop in. Thanks for all the food, by the way, excellent service. I assume you're here to take us home now that we've agreed to your proposal."

"Well…" Thor began.

"ACH! I knew it! What's the catch now?"

"I do not have time to tell you everything, O'Neill. But while we are all very pleased with your changes of heart, there are some details still to be agreed upon, and we would prefer it if you remained here for the time being. Now that you have… joined… are you not happy with some time alone?"

"Yeah, sure, but we are eventually going to be let out of here, right?"

"Of course. And everything will be explained when you return to the SGC."

"Okay." Jack knew if Sam had been awake, she wouldn't have taken Thor's lame-ass explanation without some serious questioning. So it was a good thing she was still sleeping.

"Is there anything else?" Thor asked politely.

"Yeah, uh… we were wondering if you were..." Jack started awkwardly.

Thor was looking at him so benignly Jack was having trouble saying what he wanted to say.

"Thor, if I said the name Paris Hilton, would that mean anything to you?" Jack asked hopefully.

"No," Thor replied.

"No? Pam and Tommy Lee?" he tried again.

"O'Neill."

Jack recognized Thor's 'you're really pissing me off, you idiot' look. It wasn't that different from the rest of his looks, but you had to know the guy. Jack cleared his throat and said, "What I meant was, you're not like… recording everything, on video… and audio…"

"I understand," Thor interrupted. "I am monitoring you daily with my ship's censors to make sure you are okay. I have been trying to contact you for several days. My ship's censors show me where you are and report vital signs like heart rate so when…"

"All right all right I get it. You're giving us some privacy."

"Of course."

"Thanks."

"Please tell Major Carter how happy weare with these new developments."

"Oh, you bet I will. Thanks for stopping by, buddy." Thor nodded and disappeared in his beam of light.

Jack went to the toilet after Thor left, deciding he might as well shave and brush his teeth while he was in there. When he went back into the bedroom, he smiled. Sam hadn't moved. Congratulating himself on his stealthiness, he headed back to the bed, promptly tripped over a shoe, and crashed loudly to the floor with a muffled curse.

Sam still didn't move, Jack noted incredulously as he pulled himself up to a semi-sitting position on the floor next to the bed, his legs sprawled most ungracefully in front of him so that he suddenly felt remarkably like Bambi when he tried to walk on ice for the first time. Jack frowned and then absently wondered where on Earth he had dug up that simile. Damn Cassie's Disney obsession. So not good for his manly reputation.

Sam hadn't spoken or moved but he finally noticed the bundle of covers was shaking slightly and knew she was giggling under there. "All right, how long have you been awake?" he demanded as he got back into the bed.

"Hmm, something about Thor?"

"Yeah, he popped by for a visit."

"Did he bring groceries?"

"Yup," Jack said, laughing. "Jell-o cups and toilet paper. Among other things."

"What does that mean?"

"He left about twenty different home pregnancy tests too," he informed her, pulling her back into a big hug and dropping back off to sleep instantly.

Sam's eyes snapped open as she woke up fully for the first time that day. She turned over to look at Jack. He was completely zonked again, despite waking up and entertaining Thor for a while. And shaving apparently too, she noticed, lightly pressing her palm to his cheek.

The simple, casual, amused way he had told her about the pregnancy tests made her realize for the first time that this was really, actually going to happen, and it was going to happen soon.

She couldn't say why reality hit her so hard at this particular moment, but it did. The fact that he obviously wasn't bothered by it at all was comforting and surprising at the same time. She smiled, realizing Jack still had a little smear of shaving cream on his neck. After wiping it off with her thumb, she yawned and went back to sleep as well.

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"Daniel Jackson, I do not believe this is wise," Teal'c stated, following his friend to General Hammond's office despite his protest.

"Well, what can he do, I can't be court martialed and I want an answer. And I know you do too, or was that some other Jaffa I bumped into in Sam's lab this morning, claiming he was just 'looking around?'"

"Indeed it was I," Teal'c confessed, tilting his head and following Daniel down the corridor.

Daniel knocked on the door frame to General Hammond's office, since his door was open. "General, do you have a minute?" he asked pointedly, entering the office in his full-on distracted-but-determined archaeologist mode.

It was the best way to get an extra couple of hours with some new ruins from Jack, and he figured it might work on General Hammond as well. Teal'c followed, looking extra-intimidating.

"Gentlemen, what can I do for you," Hammond said calmly, although he already had a pretty good idea what this was about.

"You told us Sam and Jack would both be back a while ago, and they're still not here."

"Oh, I thought Dr. Fraiser would have told you, Dr. Jackson. I spoke to Major Carter and she requested a little more personal time. In light of the situation I thought it was a good idea."

"So where is she?"

"I don't know, Dr. Jackson, I didn't think it was necessary to ask one of my best soldiers to tell me where she was going to be every second of the first downtime she's taken in years."

"It's just… not like her to go out of town without telling us… or without answering her cell phone, or checking her e-mail…"

"I'm sure she's fine, Dr. Jackson. And she'll be back on Monday, you can ask her where she's been then."

"What of O'Neill?" Teal'c put in.

"Colonel O'Neill told me in no uncertain terms that he was not to be disturbed. He will be back on Monday as well."

"O'Neill has most likely gone to his cabin," Teal'c reasoned.

"Yeah, maybe we should go make sure he's okay, and keep him company," Daniel said suddenly.

Hammond's eyes widened slightly but he recovered quickly. "It's a long drive, Dr. Jackson, by the time you get there he'll be heading back here."

"Daniel Jackson, if we go to O'Neill's cabin, he will most likely make us fish with him," Teal'c said. Daniel was one of only three people who would have been able to pick up on the fear in Teal'c's voice and eyes as he spoke.

Daniel sighed. "Yeah, okay. Well… Monday then. Thank you, sir."

Hammond stopped them in the doorway. "Dr. Jackson?"

"Yes… sir?"

"Please tell Dr. Fraiser about this conversation so she'll stop."

"Stop what?"

"She's been up here repeatedly with 'important' forms for me to sign for more gauze, a new defibrillator… she's given me a flu shot… frankly I'm worried her next excuse to drop by is going to be something a lot more… invasive."

Daniel nodded, trying not to laugh, and said, "I will… definitely tell her."

"Thank you."

Once they were in the hallway, Daniel said, "Wow, we should have been working with Janet on this."

"I concur," Teal'c agreed.

"Teal'c… you don't think there's a chance Jack and Sam… are off somewhere… together, do you?" Daniel asked carefully, speaking aloud as the idea occurred to him.

They stopped in the middle of the hallway and looked at each other. Daniel shook his head finally, laughing at his own idea, and said firmly, "Nah. They wouldn't."