Chapter 44 by Abbot & Natters

A/N: Aww, shucks, you ALL guessed it ;) Yes, it's Jake come to visit.

Any body here who doesn't like fluff had better stay away for the next… 8 chapters or so, because there's very little angst from this point on. Please make sure you have your fluff filters set to maximum ;)

Janet's POV

I hear the alarm and hurry back to the Infirmary. If a med team is required, I'll need more than a stethoscope. I see Sam scrambling back onto the Gurney as I push open the door. Daniel pokes his head out of my office.

"It's alright Daniel."

"Who is it?"

"I don't know. But the alarm's off, so whoever they are, they're probably friendly. Go back inside."

He frowns but nods and closes the door behind him. Sam is peaking through the curtains at me, while I get a bed prepared.

"Janet?"

"Sorry Sam. Habit. Everything okay in here?"

"Yeah. Everything is… good."

I nod with a grin and then jump as a familiar distorted voice comes from behind me.

"Doctor Frasier, is Samantha here?"

"Selmac! Hi. How are you?"

"I am in good health, thank you."

"Dad?" Sam steps out from behind the curtain with a fixed smile on her face.

"Sammy. Are you okay? George told me there was an incident on your last mission."

"I'm fine Dad. Honest."

"George said you have to see a counselor?"

"We all do General Carter. In fact, Daniel's in with her now. And Sam's next."

"It's just a precaution Dad."

"And Jack?"

"The Colonel broke four ribs on the mission, but he'll be fine. He'll go after Sam," I add.

"Sammy. You know… if you need to talk about anything. Anything at all, I'm here."

"Dad. I'm fine. General Hammond is the only person who thinks we need to see the counselor. Right Janet?"

"Right. Everyone is fine."

"Where is Jack anyway?"

"I think the Colonel's asleep Dad. It was a long week."

"Yes. Very long week for all concerned from what Teal'c has told me."

"Uhh, Dad? What exactly did Teal'c and General Hammond tell you?"

"Enough."

Fortunately, Daniel and Annie come out at that moment, talking quietly.

"Oh… hey Jacob."

"Daniel."

"Uhh, Annie, this is Major Carter's father, retired General Jacob Carter. Jacob, this is Doctor Annie Holroyd."

"Doctor."

"General."

"Are you MacKenzie's replacement then?"

"No General. I'm a specialist. General Hammond requested my presence here after SG-1's last mission."

"What do you specialize in Doctor?"

"Annie, why don't you and Sam get started. I'm sure the Colonel will be awake again once you are done."

"Yes, good idea, Janet. Can I get anybody a drink? Sam? Annie? Jacob, maybe you can help me carry them back? How's life with the Tok'Ra? Go on any interesting missions lately?" Daniel practically drags Jacob out of the Infirmary and both Sam and Janet breathe a sigh of relief.

"Janet?"

"It's alright Sam. Daniel and I can keep him busy for a few hours. We won't tell him anything. I swear."

"Major? Would you like a few minutes to compose yourself before we begin? Or perhaps, I could talk to Colonel O'Neill first?"

"No. it's alright. Let's start now."

"Okay. This way."

I send Sam a reassuring smile, before heading for Colonel O'Neill. He has hastily packed away the file and it is sticking out from under the sheets.

"Colonel."

"Thanks Doc."

"We can't protect you from General Carter forever sir," I tease and he rolls his eyes. "I wouldn't worry Colonel. Once he's finished threatening you, I think he'll be on your side."

"Kinda like Teal'c?" he points meaningfully at his strapped ribs.

"Well, you were being an ass. Sir."

"Thanks for… the vote of … confidence Doc. Jacob! Welcome to… the Infirmary. Didn't know… you were here. Staying long?"

"Hello Jack."

"Uhh… Jacob… don't s'pose… begging for my life… 'll work?"

"Only if you can look me in the eye and tell me my grandchildren will never call you Dad."

"How about… if I can… tell you… Sam isn't currently… pregnant? Probably."

"If you…" Jacob's head nods downwards and when he looks back up Selmac's eyes flash.

"Selmac! I've… never been… so glad to… see you."

"Colonel O'Neill. Jacob is most distressed."

"I think we recognize that fact Selmac," I add.

"Yeah. Loud 'n clear."

"Dad? Colonel? Janet? What's going on?"

"Hey Carter!"

I almost laugh at the look of relief on the Colonel's face as Sam automatically takes up position between him and her father. I'm reminded of the scene on –957 a few days ago, when she was under the drugs control and wouldn't let anyone else near her.

"Samantha, please remove your self from this room."

"I can't do that Selmac. And you obviously haven't been told everything yet or you'd realize that."

"Sam, shouldn't you be in my office with Annie?"

"I was. Until I picked up an SOS via the Yamyrian radio."

"Sorry Carter… Can't breathe fast… enough… to explain."

"It's alright sir. You should hear all of this anyway. Janet, would you mind…"

"Right. Sorry. I'll go."

Daniel's POV

People should remember that I usually have a recorder on me. People should also try to remember that I am a crafty, evil person. Once I see Jacob and everyone else leave, I got back and get the little tape recorder from under Jack's bed. He seemed surprised, so I took off before he could make any attempt to stop me.

Now, let's see what all the ruckus was about...

Sam's POV

"It started last week when we arrived on P2Y-957 to take part in a ceremony-"

"Are you married to the Colonel, Samantha?" asks Selmac.

"No. Not exactly. We were all given a glass of a non-alcoholic drink called N'Tinevale. We sat down in a tent and watched while a Monkey levitated over the heads of all the women. Sometimes it would make a racket."

"It flew? Like wings? Wizard of Oz flying monkeys?"

"No Dad! Levitated. There were no wings."

"Yes Jacob. It flew… and jabbered."

I glare at the Colonel for his interruption. "Anyway. It turns out that this creature is used by the Yamyrian's to tell when their wives are fertile. Afterwards, there's this big party and everyone gets laid."

"Except us!" Adds the Colonel with a panicked look in his eye at the glare Dad or Selmac is sending his way.

"Yes. No one on SG-1 was completely out of his or her minds at this point. Well, no more than usual anyway."

"Hey!"

"The next morning I started to feel like my skin was crawling. I locked myself in my tent while Daniel and the Colonel went to look at some artefacts. Teal'c was guarding the door. After a few hours Daniel stood guard while Teal'c and the Colonel headed back to get Janet. By the time they got back, I was… no longer in control. I had started scratching my own skin off, which is why I'm wearing these bandages. I managed to get loose and pretty much attacked the Colonel."

"No. You… attacked Janet… Daniel… Olmas… Jones… Littlefield. Then you… hung on to me."

"Two days later, I had a seizure. Janet couldn't sedate me due to the naquadah in my blood, and I was literally dying. The Colonel saved my life. Then we went back to the village, Daniel and Janet got their drinks' spiked and went through the same problem, without… uhh… resisting."

"How did Jack's ribs get broken?"

"Teal'c."

Jacob laughs. "Is that it?"

I wince. "There's a few more…major details."

"How many more?"

"Two. The N'Tinevale has a long lasting effect in some cases, where… uh… feelings have been there a while. It makes the pair empathic. Like Daniel and Janet. Or me and the Colonel."

"Empathic? How long lasting are we talking here? A month? A year."

"One with… a lifetime… guarantee."

"Not necessarily Colonel." I point out. "The effect only lasts as long as the… original feelings remain."

"Carter hasn't… read the small… print… yet sir… Lifetime deal."

"I have the perfect antidote back on Vorash."

"What?" I ask in painful shock.

"You do?" questions the Colonel in the same instant.

"Yes. Relatively painless. No evidence. Three shots from a zat."

"Very funny Dad."

"So, you're just going to move on from this like the Zay'tarc thing a few months ago, right?"

"That's the other major issue Dad."

"Are you sure you're not pregnant?"

"As sure as I can be at the moment. But I've decided that I can't wait for the War to be over any more. If I have to, I'll resign and get a job as a civilian contractor here, or somewhere nearby. I'm not putting my life on hold."

"Plan Z2."

"Plan Y."

"Carter."

"Can we debate that point another day sir?"

"No. I go first. I've got… seniority and I… outrank you."

"Not if you resign first you don't. I outrank any civilian on this base."

"'Cept President."

"Colonel, please."

"Are you sure this is what you want kiddo?"

"Yes."

"Alright… I'll help you, but you'd better look after my little girl O'Neill or you'll look back on Netu as a pleasure cruise. Understood?"

"Yes… Dad." He quips with a smug grin.