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Sam was numb as she stood beside Jack and the rest of SG-1 and SG-2 during the memorial service for Charlie Kowalski. He shouldn't have died, but he had. That was the whole of it. Her CO and one of her boyfriend's best friends was now dead because of a stupid, smarmy race called the Goa'uld.

Damn them all, she thought ferociously in her mind. If it's the last thing I do, I'll get revenge for all the things they've done to me and to my friends. The doctor the snake inside Kowalski had killed was a good man. . Lt. Dudley and the doctor had been dating for some time and were engaged to be married in less than two months when the snake killed him.

Now Dudley was going to have to tell his family a bogus story of how he'd died. Not so bogus really, she was telling them that he'd been killed when one a soldier being treated for brainwashing accidentally had their trigger pulled and killed him. It wasn't so bogus, but it wasn't the truth. Miranda Dudley knew that his family deserved nothing less than the truth.

Then it was Jack's turn to speak, "Charles Kowalski was many things: A soldier being just one of them. He will be remembered for all of the other things he was, as well. He was a husband. He was a father. He was a painter. He was a friend. He'll be missed greatly by those who knew him."

Everyone came to attention as Jack went back to his place beside Sam. Soon the ceremony was over and people got back on with their work – with their lives. That is, everyone besides SG-1 and –2.

The wake at Sam and Jack's house was a somber affair. Kowalski's wife, Sharon, and their three children, Jonathan (about the same age as Charlie would have been), Georgia, and Michelle were all in attendance. Georgia was a little girl of five and Michelle was three, both not understanding very well that Daddy wasn't coming back.

Sharon was relieved when Sam offered to watch them throughout the wake, the mother needed time to grieve with Charlie's friends. She watched Sam take her two daughters into the backyard with Jonathan so they could play in the sun. Michelle wasn't very much in the mood for playing, so as soon as Sam sat down, the little girl promptly got into her lap and started playing with her dog tags.

Jack watched Sam interact with the three children as Michelle asked her a question that resulted in the brief rest of Georgia and Jonathan as they listened to Sam's response. The Captain held her audience captive as she wove the tale she was spinning to fit the ears of her listeners. When she was finished, Georgia asked her for another story; the results were the same.

Briefly Jack wondered if Sam and he were to ever have a family during their stay at the SGC. Would one of their friends do the same for their children if he or Sam was to die? What if both of them died? Who would take care of their children?

Jack resolved to discuss all of that with Sam after their guests departed.

"Sam, we need to talk," Jack said, passing her a beer after their guests had departed to their respective homes.

She looked at him, noticing the small signs of his grief that others usually missed: the lines around his mouth and eyes were more drawn, there were faint bags under his eyes that told of nightmares, not to mention that his eyes were nearly black – a color they only got to when he was very sad or very angry.

"What's wrong, Jack?"

He wasted no time, figuring if he didn't say it then he'd never have the courage to. "Do you want kids? With me?"

Sam was a little relieved that this was what he wanted to talk about, but then she grew concerned. "Of course I want children with you, Jack. But it's all right with me if you don't want that. I can live without children, but I don't think I could live without you."

Jack was reassured by her answer – he wasn't sure if he was ready to have children again, especially with what happened to Charlie (both of them) still fresh in his mind. He sat down by Sam and she gathered him up in her arms.

His head went instinctively to rest near her heart, while she sat on her knees in his lap, her hands gently stroking his hair. "I love you, Samantha," he whispered softly. When she didn't respond for a few minutes he thought she hadn't heard.

The Air Force Colonel raised his head to look into her eyes and the astrophysicist promptly dropped her own head so she could kiss him passionately. "I love you, too, Jack," she whispered when their lips parted.

The couple went on with their little make-out session for a few more minutes when Sam stopped at gave Jack a very pensive look. "What?" he asked, irritated by her scrutiny.

"You know the one thing wrong with all of this?" she asked with her head still cocked to one side.

"I'm sure you'll enlighten me in a few moments."

"We sleep in separate bedrooms."

"Ah…well, we'll just have to rectify that now won't we?"

"Yes, we do."

The rest is up to you 'cause I'm not writing it down.

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