Title: John Doe

Chapter: Seventeen

Disclaimer: Really guys, come on, do you think that I actually own them? I mean, think about it, if I did I would be busy writing new episodes, not fanfiction.

A/N: Ok, so maybe this twist wasn't as hard as I thought it would, because a couple of you did guess it. You'll figure out which of you did in just a bit, but I'm going to keep those who didn't guessing by not telling who actually guessed right. Do y'all get that, 'cos I'm confusing myself. Anyway, if you got it right you'll figure out soon, same thing for if you got it wrong. And to those who did get it right, you get a virtual cookie! Kuddos. And, gotta tell you, I liked that Thor idea, it was different, too.
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There was a complete silence in the room as the three occupants waited for the fourth to arrive. Sam kept glancing between her father and his guest, an unsure expression on her face, speechless after hearing what they had to say. Her father sat with a smug expression on his face; his counterpart had nearly the same look on his own. They had planned this.

"I want to talk with Sel'mac." Sam said bluntly.

Her father smirked and his eyes flashed, "What is it you wish to discuss with me, Samantha?" He asked.

"Did you help them with this?" She demanded, eyeing him with suspicion.

"Indeed, I did not." Sel'mac assured her, "I did, however, inform your father that on the occasion you figured out their plan you would not be happy with them."

"Damn skippy," she muttered. "How long has this been going on?"

"Many months."

"Even before General O'Neill lost his memory?"

Sel'mac nodded, "Indeed."

The doorbell rang at that exact moment, Sel'mac's eyes flashed and Jacob was once again in control. "I'll answer that," he said when Sam began to stand, "you sit."

She scowled at him and sat back down, "Fine." She folded her arms across her chest, crossed her legs, and sent an evil look to her father's partner in crime. "I'm mad at you, too." She said to him, "Maybe more so than I am at Dad."

He shrugged, "Oh well."

Sam could hear Jack questioning Jacob in the hallway and rose to meet him. When he got into the living room his eyes fell on Sam first, he looked at her confused. She walked over to where he was standing and stood next to him, he kept eye contact, a questioning expression on his face. She just shook her head with a sigh and looked in the direction of her father and his guest.

Jack followed her eyes, "Oh." He said when he saw the two men, "George ... what are you doing here?"

"I can answer that one," Sam told him, taking his hand into hers. Jack panicked; nervously glancing at Jacob and George, the two only smiled in return. "They set us up," she explained nonchalantly, though he could hear anger in her voice.

"They what?" Jack asked, "How?"

"For the answer to that," she said, "you will have to ask them."

"Sit down," George directed, Jack obeyed and he and Sam set on the sofa, still holding hands.

"I don't understand," he admitted. "How did you set us up?"

"We'll get to that," Jacob told him. "But first, we'd like to know if our plan worked."

"What results were you expecting?" Jack asked.

"We expected for the two of you to finally get your act together and admit your feelings for each other."

Jack's eyes grew large but he didn't answer. Sam gave his hand a squeeze and nodded when he looked at her. "It's ok," she said, "you can tell them."

"The frat regs no longer apply to those working at the SGC, Jack." George assured him, "They haven't in almost a month."

"What?" He asked, "Why wasn't I informed of this."

"They had to wait until it was passed," Sam told him, "when it did we had already gone to the cabin." She smiled, "We had just gotten there, in fact."

"You mean--?"

She nodded.

"Sweet."

"Is somebody going to answer our question." Jacob asked.

"Yes, Dad. We told each other how we felt."

"It's about damn time," George said with a smile. "Congratulations."

"For what?" Sam asked.

"Coming to your senses."

She blushed, "Oh."

"Well, I still don't understand any of this," Jack said. "Did you two go to the President or something? 'Cos I was going to do that tomorrow ... so, I don't have to now?"

"Yes, Jack. You don't have to go."

He smiled, "Sweet."

"You sound like a fifteen year old," Sam joked.

"So, ah, Jacob." Jack asked, "What were you two planning on doing about a little bump in the road called Pete?"

Sam cringed but waited for their answer.

Jacob was the first to give them an answer. "I guess I just figured that I'd sit down and have a talk with her about it, tell her about the regulations being changed and let her do what she felt she should have done. George would have done the same with Jack," he shrugged, "we didn't really think about that. Truthfully, we never thought that you and Pete would go so far as to get engaged, and I wasn't going to tell you what to do with your life."

"Then what was all that this afternoon when I told you I gave him his ring back?"

"I was acting," Jacob said. "I did want you to be sure with your decision, though. It's your life, after all."

"Ok," Jack said, "I get all of that now. But, how exactly did you set us up?"

"That's another one that I can answer," Sam told him. "The whole cabin thing, Daniel and Teal'c were in on it to. First, Dad suggested to me that you go to the places that you loved the most, i.e. your cabin. He also told me that you would need to be with somebody close that can help you remember things, Daniel and Teal'c decided not to go, which I don't think was entirely an act." She smiled, "So, that left me. They figured that if we were alone and you remembered everything then well, things would take off from there."

"But they couldn't have known about me losing my memories, what would they have done then?"

"That's simple," George said. "What we planned on doing in the first place, have the President order you and SG-1 to downtime, you would go to your cabin, of course, and Sam would have ended up in her lab."

"Right," Jacob said. "But, if we also had the President forbid any of you from returning to the SGC she wouldn't have anywhere to go ... we would have picked a week where Pete was busy, depending on if she and he were still dating."

Sam rolled her eyes, "I can't believe you set me up."

Her father shrugged, "Anyway ... Jack, you and I need to have a little talk."

"Dad!" Sam called out, "You will not, and I mean not, give him the talk."

Jacob smiled, "Don't worry, it won't hurt him..."

"I am not 16 years old, Dad, you don't have to scare everybody that I date. And, I don't recall you having the talk with Pete."

He laughed, "Fine...fine. No talk, I'll just tell you now. You hurt my daughter and I'll kill you."

Jack didn't seemed phase, "Why would I ever hurt her?"

"Good answer." He nodded to George and the two stood up, "Well...George and I are going to go down the street and then I'm going to stay at his hotel with him tonight...you kiddies have fun." He looked sternly at Jack, "I'll be watching you, son."

At that Jack kind of shrinked back, "Yes sir."

The two men shared a laugh as they walked out the door, then the sound of Hammond's SUV starting up made Jack start to feel a little better, when he heard them drive off he sighed. "That was...an experience I really would have rather done without."

"Don't pay attention to Dad," Sam said, pulling herself onto his lap, arms around his neck. "We have the whole night to ourselves."

A grin stretched across his face and he stood up from the couch, holding her in his arms. "Well, what do you suppose we done with this 'whole night'?"

"Oh," she sighed, "I got a couple of ideas."

He started to walk down the hallway towards her bedroom, "Really? You know, I'd love to hear them."

Pulling him into a kiss she let out a low "hmm". "I think I'd rather show you," she said as he opened the door.

Closing the door behind him with his foot he said, "I like that idea much better."

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Jack woke up the next morning to a slight pressure on his chest, he opened his eyes to see only a mass of blonde hair and figured out why he had waken when he heard a very light snore. Smiling to himself he shifted positions and moved from under her, resting her head on a pillow and covering her back up. She stirred, said something in her sleep, and turned to lie on her side. Jack kissed her lightly on the forehead and crawled out from under the covers, his feet quietly hitting the hardwood floors. He quickly pulled on his jeans and shirt and glanced back at the bed to make sure she was still sleeping.

He slowly padded across the bedroom floor and carefully creaked open the door, then shut it just as gently. As he made his way down the hallway he checked for signs of Jacob's return, sighing thankfully when he saw that the man had not yet returned. As he searched around her kitchen for something to make for breakfast he cursed himself for forgetting, they had been gone for nearly a week and she hadn't really been home much before then; there would be nothing in her fridge, or if there was anything it would have long since been spoiled.

Jack glanced at the clock on the wall, it was just after 0700 hours ... they hadn't been sleeping long and he was sure she could use the rest. Deciding to take a shower in the guestroom and then if she was still asleep he would go and get something from a fast-food restaurant, then wake her up when he got back.

He was out of the shower just after 0730 and left the house at close to 0745, making sure to leave a note just in case. When he got at 0835 she was awake, sitting in the living room. She smiled sleepily when he handed her the bacon, egg, and cheese biscuit and orange juice he had gotten.

"Thanks," she motioned for him to sit next to her and when he did so she changed positions on the couch, resting her back against the arm and laying her legs across his. Smiling wickedly she took a bite of her biscuit.

At 0900 hours she slid off of the couch and went to take a shower, 45 minutes later she was back in the living room, asking what they were going to do with the rest of their downtime.

"Whatever you want, I guess." He said with a shrug. "The park, maybe?"

"That's a good idea," she agreed. "We could take a picnic or something. Of course, we'd have to stop by the grocery store, first."

"That's alright, are you ready?"

She nodded, "You?"

"Since 0730."

"Then let's go then," she grabbed her keys from the coffee table and motioned for him to come along as she headed out the front door.

"Hey, Sam," he called as he stepped off of the front porch, "I should probably change into some clean clothes before we go."

"Alright," she said, starting up her car. "I'll drive by there and you can change, but you're gonna have to be quick about it."

"What are we going to do until lunch?"

She shrugged, "We'll figure something out."

"Well," he said as he buckled his seat belt. "We've got roughly two hours ... I can think of something to do, we'd have to spend some extra time at my house though."

Sam rolled her eyes and shook her head. "We are going to do something couples do."

"Hey, it is something most couples do."

"Jack," she warned.

"Well, do you have any better ideas?"

"Not yet," she told him, pulling down his street. "But I will."

"Well," he sighed, reaching out and taking one of her hands into his. "Well, as long as your game I'm there."

"Oh, that was the line to end all lines."

He shrugged, "It worked, though, didn't it?"

She laughed and gave his hand a slight squeeze, "Yeah ... yeah, it did. But, that's just because I'm a sucker for old guys with bad lines."

"It wasn't that bad, was it?"

She nodded, "Sorry, it was."

"Oh well, can't blame a guy for trying."

She pulled into his driveway and turned off the car, "Go ... change, hurry."

He got out of the car grumbling about how he wasn't that old and pulled out his house keys. He quickly changed into a pair of jeans and a white shirt with a blue over shirt. When he came back out she was on the phone; he got into the car and sent a questioning look her way.

"Sure, Dad.... Yeah, we're going to go to the park, have a picnic at noon, we'll be back around 0200 hours, I guess.... Ok, I'll see you then.... Goodbye, Dad." She hung up the phone and looked over at Jack. "That was Dad, he wants to go to a movie tonight, do you mind?"

"No, don't mind."

"Alright, well, let's get going." She pulled out of the driveway and off towards the park.

"So," Jack asked, rolling down his window, "what're we going to do?"

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A/N: Well, let me know what'cha think.

"You mean--?"

She nodded.

"Sweet."

...That whole part was just to say that when they, well y'all know what they done, it wasn't breaking the frat regs...because they didn't exsist anymore. I just didn't want them to get in trouble, in case the wrong person found out.