John Doe


Chapter Forty Six

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Later that night, Jack was busy watching The Simpson's in the living room, while Sam obsessed over the last minute arrangements to their wedding, which was only roughly a week away. When the planning finally started to get to her, she abandoned it for the night and retreated to where her fiancé was engrossed with the television. She sat down on the couch next to him, and rested her hand on his thigh to gain his attention, he turned to look at her and smiled gently, even though she knew he wanted to go back to his show. "Now that I'm not going to be traveling with SG-1 anymore," she asked, "what is going to happen to Daniel and Teal'c?"

He shrugged, "The best thing that I can figure, would be to just dismantle the team until you're back on full-time duty, and have them temporary assigned to other teams..." Both knew that Teal'c and Daniel wouldn't be particularly fond of the idea of being sent to another SG team, but it wouldn't be forever and, it was necessary... unless they wanted somebody else to be their CO for more than half a year.

"How come you sent them off with SG-5?" she questioned. Daniel had come to her office complaining on being sent out on a mission so soon after she decided to no longer join the team through the 'gate, but such didn't last long, since it did have some archaeological importance. After he had explained everything to her, Sam had got that he was more upset that Jack had assigned him a babysitter, i.e. Teal'c. She had simply informed him of the various times when he had forgone dinner or sleep in order to study something enigmatic. Daniel had been forced to agree with her, because pregnant women are always right.

"Daniel was bugging me about what I was planning on doing, and I figured they'd probably find something he would obsess over when they returned, then fuss at me for not letting him go along. But mostly, because he was bugging me..." he shrugged once more, and glanced at the TV just in time to see it go to commercial. "How is the planning coming along?"

"Very slowly... we've basically gotten everything done and over with, I just want things to be perfect, so I'm going over it all one last time," she smiled and leaned her head against his shoulder. "I've never been a bride before, you know?"

"Yeah, I know..."

She rubbed her stomach, wincing slightly, "I've never been a mother, either..."

Jack snaked his arm around her waist, resting his hand on top of hers, which was still lying on her stomach, "Don't worry so much, Samantha. You're great at everything else, you're going to be a wonderful mother."

A smile spread across her face, she loved it when he called her Samantha. Had it been anybody else, or even him, and a few years earlier, she might have hit somebody for doing so, but when he said it... she got chills. "With your help, I don't know how I could ever go wrong."

He gave her a look that plainly said that she needed him for nothing, and kissed her deeply. Before they could continue things further, Pandora jumped up onto his lap, jealous of the attention he was showing Sam, or maybe the attention Sam was showing him. She barked happily, her tag thumping on his knees, and her tongue hanging out of her mouth, mid-pant.

"Stupid mutt," he grumbled, although he ran his hands through her silky hair and slapped her agaist the back affectionately. Sam chuckled slightly and got up from the couch. "Where are you headed?" he questioned, allowing the dog to occupy the seat she once had.

"Fried bologna sandwich," she replied, headed for the kitchen. "You want one?"

Hiding a grimace, he called out to her that he was just fine, and didn't want anything to eat. Fried bologna? Who knew what all was in that mystery meat.

Not that she was particularly fond of it, either. The only reason they had any in their house was Teal'c, who wasn't afraid to eat anything. However, she was getting to the point where her cravings were becoming more frequent and a lot more strange.

Around five minutes later she was back in the living room, pushing 'Dora out of her way and sitting down on the couch. "Is the show still on?" she questioned, ripping off a piece of her sandwich and handing it to the dog, who took it happily. Like Teal'c, she was afraid of no food.

He shook his head, "Family Guy is on now."

She made a face, but continued to sit anyway. Although, it was apparent to him that she wasn't paying attention to the TV screen, but rather daydreaming of something obscure. "What'cha thinking about?" he questioned, turning the TV on mute.

Sam smiled and pointed at the picture frames on top of the entertainment center, "I kinda miss those days, you know? When you were the CO and I was the 2IC, and I always had to sleep in the tent with Teal'c, because you were too afraid to share one with me, and I couldn't sleep with Daniel's snoring. It was... nice."

"This is better though," he inquired, "right?"

"Of course it is," she assured him. "But, I miss going on missions with you. You're very hot when in military mode. It's not as fun anymore..."

"Am I not hot in fiancé mode?"

"Oh, you're incredibly sexy in fiancé mode, but there's always more appeal when you know you can't have something..." she shrugged. "I like this better, but it was fun back then, with the subtle flirting."

"It wasn't always that subtle," he replied. "You jumped me in the locker room, remember?"

"I was under the influence of an alien virus," she reminded him. "For the most part..."

He grinned, "Couldn't resist me?"

"Oh, I could, under normal circumstances. But, being the alpha male wasn't the only appealing thing about you," she smiled. "You've got a very nice backside, and I've always been a sucker for defined jaws."

Jack chuckled slightly, "And here I always thought that the women on base all prefered Daniel's bum."

"Sorry to tell you," she informed him, "but most of them do. But, that's because he's available."

"I was, up until a bit over a year ago..."

"Technically, but I had dibs on you," Sam replied with a grin.

"Dibs?"

"Come on, you can't tell me you never gave somebody the evil eye because they looked at the in the wrong way?" her right eyebrow arched as she waited for his reply.

"Well..."

"Uh huh," she said, still grinning. "Don't worry, I did the same thing, so you can't really get in trouble for it."

He shrugged, "Maybe... a couple of times."

Sam rolled her eyes and laid her head on his shoulder, like she had previously that night, "We were really stubborn back then, weren't we?"

"Stupid is more like it," he sighed. "But, it brought us here..."

"True," she replied, taking his hand into hers and lacing his fingers with her own.

"You tired?" he questioned, it was nearing 2200 hours, and lately the twins had been causing her to get sleepy earlier than she would have in normal circumstances. Sam nodded, rubbing her stomach with her free hand, a fairly good tip that the babies were still fidgeting in their warm home. When she finally went to bed, they most likely would. "Come on then," he told her, getting up from the couch and helping her off of it, as well. "Let's get you to bed."

"Yes sir, General sir," she replied, giving him a sloppy salute.

"Damn straight, Colonel," he told her, kissing her briefly. "That's what I like to hear."

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They ate a quick breakfast in the commissary the next morning, due to his debriefing at 0900 hours, and her new doohickey. For the next four hours, until they met up for lunch, the two worked non-stop... or at least Sam did. Jack locked himself in his office after the meeting, told Walter to hold his calls, and worked on his surprise. The only other person who knew anything about it was Cassie, and she would be coming to stay with them the next night, according to her, to visit and see Sam's fat belly. Jack knew that the young woman was really coming to help him, and he appreciated it. He was having a bit of trouble doing it on his own.

When it was nearing 1300, he put his work away in a safe place, and asked Walter if anybody had called. He had gotten one call from the Sec Def, about a new treaty that was in the works, but that was all. Jack would call him back after lunch.

Over lunch, they talked about the wedding, which would take place in just a week from that date. She was nervous, certain that everything would go wrong, and he assured her that no matter what happened, the only thing that would matter is the "I do's". After that, she wasn't so vocal of her fears, because most of them had been put away for the moment.

After that, they discussed the twins, and how she was feeling. Really, he was obsessing about her health, and she was assuring him that, while they were being a bit impatient, she was perfectly fine. Never been better, in fact. He was forced to believe her, because, as Daniel had found out the day before, pregnant women are never wrong. Especially if the pregnant woman is your wife-to-be. In one week, no less.

When lunch was over, she went back to her lap to run diagnostics on whatever it was she was working on, and he went to call the Secretary of Defense. A phone call that ran him almost two hours straight. A very boring phone call that ran him almost two hours straight.

"What'cha doin'?" he questioned, sitting down in the sole chair in her lab. The question was just for talk, of course, because he already knew that he wouldn't understand a word of her explanation, and she did as well.

"Working," she mumbled in reply. That was easy enough for him, anyway.

Jack nodded, "I know that... what'cha working on?"

"You wouldn't want to know," she informed him. "It's very complex and me telling you would take a lot of big words that are hard for me to pronounce."

"You know, pregnancy has made you a bit more..." he searched for the perfect word, and when it took him a few seconds she tried an option out.

"Rude?"

He shook his head, "I was thinking along the lines of insubordinate."

"That's not being pregnant, Jack... it's because I spend all of my day around you."

"Oh," he replied. "Right." That made sense, too.

"Shouldn't you be working, sir?" she questioned, looking up from her whatchamacallit and catching his eye. He shrugged, twirling around in the chair.

"I should."

"And yet... you're here?"

"I was bored."

"I should have known," she went back to her work, hiding a smile. The truth was, she was glad he had come and stopped by. She was getting a bit bored, as well. These no-hazard projects weren't as fun as the ones that blew up.

"I just got off of the phone..." he sighed. "Since after lunch."

"That's almost two hours," she informed him, a bit surprised. "You were on the phone for that long?"

"It wasn't my idea, it was the Sec Def's fault. He wanted to hear every single thing about the people of P3E-552."

"The Dicreats?"

"Yeah... them."

"We're going to be allies, of course he asked a lot of questions..."

"He'll be at the briefing with them when we get back from our Honey Moon, he should have waited until then and asked them."

Sam smiled, "Why wait when he could have just asked you?"

He thought about it for a second, then shrugged. "So... what time are you planning on getting out of here?"

"1800, does that sound good to you?"

"Sounds fine," he replied. "I'll meet you here then?"

"You probably should, I might forget to look at the clock."

He nodded, "I'll see you then, Colonel."

"Right..." she replied. "General."

Jack left her office and headed back to his, looking forward to spending the next two and a half hours with his Game Boy and working on his and Cassie's plan for Sam.

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A/N: So anyway... sorry it took so long to get this update out. With mothers day being last Sunday, my birthday being tomorrow (and my drivers license test!), and not to mention the end of the school year, I've had a lot on my plate. Anyway, I hope you liked this chapter. I'm not sure how much more there is to go...