A/N: Woah! I'm so sorry that I haven't updated this sooner. A lot of stuff came up and I couldn't reach a computer. Well, I made it EXTRA long to try and make up for the delay on my part. I hope you like it!

Johnny walked through the halls of the SGC. At first he didn't realize what floor he was on, until he reached his mother's lab on Level 19. Thora was standing in the open doorway, and motioned for him to come in.

"Thora, what's going on?" Johnny asked as he followed her inside their mother's lab.

The girl turned around to face him gracefully. "I don't know. This is the fourth time I've had this dream. Last time a woman appeared. She told me to get you. Now you're here."

"Very good, Thora O'Neill," a voice said from the doorway. The twins turned abruptly and found themselves staring at a middle-aged woman who wore her light brown hair up in a bun and was dressed in a light pink dress suit.

"Who are you?" the younger woman asked.

"I am Oma Dasala."

Johnny's eyes grew wide, "The Oma Dasala? Uncle Daniel talks about you all the time."

Oma smiled briefly, "Yes, well one's memories shape who they are and how they view the world. But that is not why I am here."

"Then why are you here?"

Oma walked over to Sam's laptop and brought up a picture of a device that looked remarkably like the one found on Dakara.

"Is that what I think it is?" Johnny asked.

Oma nodded, "Indeed. There was more than one device made by my brethren. This is the second one. It works just like the last one."

Thora looked up from the picture on her mother's laptop and into the eyes of Oma Dasala. "Isn't it against the rules to help us?"

"I am not helping. I am merely alerting you to a device you should have known existed years ago. What you do with the information is entirely up to you."

Johnny woke up with a start. It took him a moment to realize where he was – at the SGC, in his temporary bedroom. It was the morning of his birthday – Thora's and his birthday. Johnny glanced at the clock that stood on his nightstand and silently cursed at the number displayed there: 0430 hours. The young man sighed and leaned back in his bed, it was way too early to get up.

Slowly his door creaked open and Johnny was confronted with the wide-eyed face of his younger sister. When she saw that he was awake, Thora ran into the room and jumped onto the bed beside her brother.

"Happy birthday, Johnny," she whispered as she gave him a hug.

"Happy birthday, Thora."

Did you just have a dream? Johnny telepathically asked Thora.

Yes, it took place in Mommy's lab at the base. Oma Dasala was there.

I had the same one.

Should we tell Daddy and Mommy about the weapon? Thora asked.

Not yet. We need to find a cure for tretonin and the Jaffa who carry a symbiote before we can go off killing all of the Goa'uld.

Thora smiled, "Let's think about that tomorrow. Today is our birthday!"

Johnny chuckled softly at how child-like his sister could be. "Do you have any clue how much you're like Dad?"

Thora faked hurt on her face, "How insulting!"

Johnny laughed quietly at his sister's antics as he got up, "Come on, I'll make you a special birthday breakfast in the commissary."

"See! Ha! You're not completely like Mom."

"Is that supposed to be insulting? I can cook. You, on the other hand, can't," Johnny said as he quickly dashed from the room, making a beeline for the commissary.

The twins quietly got ready for the day, each taking a shower, getting dressed and then sitting down for a lovely breakfast of eggs, bacon, pancakes and orange juice. All expertly made by one Jonathan Jacob O'Neill.

It was nearing 0700 hundred hours when the sound of their mother yelling at their father reached their ears. It was coming from the common room of the VIP rooms that the O'Neill family had been given.

"Jack!" They heard their mother scream. "I'm in labor! What can you possibly expect to find in the bathroom that will help us?"

"I was just trying to find where we put your bag!"

"Why, in the name of Neto would I need a travel bag if we are just going down to the infirmary?"

"I don't know, Sam!"

Thora and Johnny grinned at each other before opening the door to find Sam on the bed, her hand underneath her protruding stomach. Jack looked like an absolute mess – his hair was up at odd angles and he was only dressed in a pair of Simpson's boxers.

Thora took one look at the situation and immediately took charge. "Dad, calm down. Johnny, page Dr. Brightman and let her know that we're coming up to the infirmary and that Mom's in labor. Mom? Can you walk if I help you?"

Sam nodded, thankful that her daughter could keep her composure in situations like the one they were faced with. Ever so slowly the small family made their way to the elevator, and then to the infirmary where Dr. Brightman had already prepared Isolation Room 3 for the labor.

Once Sam had gotten settled in the bed with Jack by her side in a chair, Thora took her mother's other hand, "Mommy? There is something that I have to take care of before my little sibling is born. Alright?"

Sam nodded, trust in her wide eyes, "Just be back when this baby decides to be born, okay?"

Thora smiled lovingly at her mother, "I will Mommy. I wouldn't miss it for the universe."

Thora made her way through the halls of the SGC, coming to a halt in front of her mother's lab. She looked both ways, and when she saw the halls deserted, she used the key she had to open the door.

Inside, she found Sam's laptop open, and a Stargate address on the screen. A sudden rush of urgency filled her when she saw the statistics for the planet pop up. It was unknown to the Goa'uld and had been one of the last planets downloaded by Jack in the Ancient knowledge.

Johnny, I think Oma gave us the location of the device. Thora told her brother through their telepathic connection. It's on Mom's computer and I think that we need to go there – really soon.

Okay, but Thora the baby's coming now. You need to get down here.

I'm on my way, I'm just writing down this address incase Oma decides to erase it from the screen.

Just, hurry.

Thora jotted down the address and within seconds was in the elevator going back to the infirmary.

Upon her arrival, Thora found a large group of people gathered in the hall outside Iso Room 3. Through much difficulty and pushing, Thora was able to clear a path for herself to the door. She knocked on the metal and sent a glare at the assembled crowd as she was emitted into the room.

Inside, Sam was lying on the bed, in pain as another contraction hit, and squeezing Jack's hand like she would die if she let go. By the obvious look of pain on her father's face, Thora could tell that her mother was squeezing a little too hard.

"Mommy?" Thora asked hesitantly as she approached the bed and stood by her brother. "Do you want us to channel the pain?"

"What the hell would that do?" Sam screamed as a second contraction hit.

"It would dull the pain so you wouldn't be in as much agony," Johnny replied.

Sam looked at both her children, saw the truth in their eyes and nodded once. In a matter of seconds the pain that radiated throughout Sam's body was reduced to a dull ache.

"Okay, Sam." Dr. Brightman called from her place at the end of the bed, "This is it. I need you to push now. The baby's crowning. Push. Push."

Captain Sean Trite stepped through the Stargate into the embarkation room under Cheyenne Mountain to find the group of people awaiting them to be smaller than usual. "What's going on?" he asked Sgt. Siler.

"Dr. O'Neill is in labor," the technician responded.

"That's great!" Sean grinned at the man. He turned to his commanding officer, "Oh, crap! What day is it?"

"It's July 17th, Trite," Major Micah Peterson (Sean's CO) told him.

Sean cursed under his breath, "It's Thora's birthday. Crap!"

"What, you forgot to get her a gift didn't you?" Lieutenant Anderson, another member of SG-3 asked him.

"No shit, Sherlock! We've been on a mission for the past week. I was planning on buying it the day we got back, but then someone had to get our return delayed!" The last was said while sending a glare to the forth member of the team, Lieutenant Dr. Abram Michaels. "I gotta go, maybe she'll be able to go out with me tonight as a make up for me forgetting to buy her something."

Micah laughed at him, "Yeah, maybe she forgot it was her birthday! You do realize she could beat the holy shit out of you if she wanted to, right?"

Sean smiled goofily, "Yeah. That's part of the reason I like her."

"Man, you got it bad."

"I know. I got to go, check out how Dr. O'Neill is doing."

"You know, if your relationship with Thora gets very much deeper you're going to be calling her 'Mom'."

"Shut up, Abram."

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