A/N: Aren't I nice? This story has sort of become my baby. You all are so sweet to review it as much as you do. Thank you!

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That day Jack left for work with one thought on his mind: being able to leave and go back home to the beautiful, astrophysicist he left there. Usually he was thrilled about going to work to be able to see said astrophysicist, but as she wasn't going to be there today all he wanted to do was go home.

When he got to his office after fending off two-dozen eggheads who berated him for being late, he found his answering machine blinking. He pressed the intercom button and spoke into it, "Walter?"

"Yes, sir?"

"Since when do I have an answering machine?"

"Since I got tired of fielding off calls from General Hammond about the betting pools."

"Oh, okay."

He released the button and pressed play on the answering machine.

The voice he heard was General Hammond's: "So, Jack? It's Hammond. I'm just calling to let you know that you owe me $200 for the bet on the 'thing' with that one 'person'. If you want proof that I won and you lost – look in your email Inbox."

Jack grinned as he deleted the message. He sat down in his chair and opened his email. He found twenty-five messages there, one of which was from Hammond.

"Hey Jack,

I see you got my message. Well, the bet I was referring to was the one you initiated three months ago about how long it would take President Hayes's son to ask out my secretary's daughter. It happened last night.

I win, you loose.

-Hammond"

Jack laughed outright at that then went to his bank's website to transfer $200 from his account to General Hammond's.

That night when Jack walked into his house, he was humming the tune to the infamous Dreidel Song. He walked in the door, not expecting what he found – it was empty.

Feeling deflated and lonely, he walked over to his fridge to get a beer, only to find a note taped to the door.

Jack,

Don't take my not being here personally. I had a long talk with your sister today. She told me some interesting things, and I need time to think. I don't know when I'll be around again, but at the latest it will be Sunday.

Goodnight, my someone, goodnight.

-Sam

Jack smiled, recognizing her nod to The Music Man, one of the first movies they had all watched as a team in the first few years of introducing Teal'c to American culture.

Thinking about the movie, the silver haired general decided that that was the perfect movie for him to fall asleep to. So, after retrieving some left over spaghetti from two nights before and another beer, he sat down to the classic musical, laughing to himself about the similarities between Sam and Marian.

When Sunday came around, it was right on time for Jack – if not a little bit late. The SGC was suffering from 'General from Hell' as Jack went further into 'Carter withdrawals' and that was bad for everyone's moral.

Jack arrived home after a long day at work, to find Sam's car in his driveway and the door unlocked. He entered the house and hollered, "Carter?"

"In here, sir!"

Jack walked into his living room and found the floor covered in boxes and bags with logos on them like 'Hanukkah for Everyone' and 'Jews R Us'.

Sam looked up from where she was putting another bag down in a pile and smiled at Jack's baffled expression. "There's some more bags in the car, sir. Can you get them, please? It's unlocked."

Jack nodded, still in shock from all the bags and boxes littering his floor. Numbly he went back to Sam's little Volvo and retrieved the rest of the bags he found in the back seat. Briefly he wondered how she had been able to fit all of her purchases into her tiny car.

"So, Sam," Jack said casually as he came back into the living room to drop off the bags before retreating into the kitchen to grab a couple beers. "How exactly did you fit all of this stuff into your car?"

"I didn't," she replied, accepting the beer he offered, "Thank you, Jack. Actually all the boxes I had sent to your house, all set to arrive today." She looked at her watch, realizing that it was after five, she swore, "There's still three boxes missing, though."

Jack looked again at everything littering his living room floor and motioned toward it, "What is all this stuff anyway?"

Sam followed his gaze and for the first time realized just how much stuff she had purchased. Rationalizing it, however, she thought, It's all worth it to be spending a week with Jack and his family, though. I wonder when Hammond will reply to the letter I sent him…oh well; I shouldn't be dwelling on that anyway. Plan A only works when plan B is better.

She sighed, "Well, it's a funny story actually. You see I was shopping – on my computer – and I came across this website with decorations for Hanukkah. I thought to myself, 'Hey, I bet Jack doesn't really have anything!'" at this point, she looked down sheepishly, "So I bought about half the stuff they were selling."

Jack could barely contain his laughter, "That doesn't explain the bags from 'Jews R Us'. Where did you even find a store named that?"

"Well, I did what any resourceful person does: I went online and looked for large Jewish communities. I found one close by, drove there and found this really cool store." She looked into his eyes, and grinned impishly, "I kinda went a little berserk and bought everyone ten presents."

"How did you know what to get everyone?"

She looked fascinated at her beer and mumbled something under her breath.

"What was that?" Jack asked, teasing her with his body language.

"I called Tamar and asked her what everyone likes, okay?"

Mrs. Johnson, Jack's neighbor and one of the block's gossips, was so shocked to hear the laughter coming from his house that she almost didn't hear the voice of a woman call out, "Come on, Jack! It's not that funny! And besides, now you don't have to shop for anything else besides food. Oh, umm, never mind!"

A/N: I hope this was long enough for all of you guys complaining about the length. Remember to review please! When I read reviews my fingers get happy and start to type REALLY fast, giving all of you longer chapters in shorter periods of time!