A/N: Why is it that the reviews for this story wax and wane? It's like, for some chapters I have fifteen...I think ninteen for one, and then for others I get SIX! That's outragious! I'll start naming names if I have to for all of you who're reading but not reviewing!

Gwena spent the long flight with her head stuck to the window she sat by in the standard, military plane. It wasn't a very eventful flight for the girl, but she could tell that when they landed…where ever they were going to land…she would find out more about her conception and her mother's past before she was brought to Nuha to rule the people there.

Jack's brooding mind took over more and more as the plane drew closer to Iraq. It may have been nearly fourteen years since his imprisonment, but some days it seemed like yesterday…

Sam could see his deteriorating mood and suddenly understood the words Hammond had said to her right before they left, "Major Carter, keep him sane." She moved to sit in the seat next to Jack and took his hand in hers.

When Jack felt the touch on his hand, he looked down at it, then up into Sam's eyes before looking down at their hands again. "Carter?"

"Hmm?"

"Whacha doin'?"

"Holding your hand, sir."

"Why?"

"Because you looked lonely."

"I ask again: Why?"

Sam squeezed his hand lightly before whispering, "Because we're on our way to Iraq and it's a place that holds many of your demons. I just want to make sure you'll be okay."

Jack saw the concern in her eyes and smiled softly, "I'll be fine, Carter. Just don't let me think too much."

Sam smiled at his comment, knowing full well that he said it just to make her smile, "I don't think that'll be too hard, sir. You should get some sleep, though."

"Hey! I'm the Colonel here, not you. I'm the one giving orders, Major. Now, go to sleep so I can do the same."

"Yes, sir," Sam whispered before resting her head on Jack's shoulder. The intimate touch lost on the third occupant in the back of the plane. The rugged, beat up old soldier was in shock for a moment, not sure what he should do now that he had a blonde scientist resting on him, effectively making it impossible for Jack to use that arm. Briefly he thought of just pushing her off. "I heard that, sir," Sam whispered in her half-awake state of mind.

Jack's smile was barely there, "Heard what, Carter? Go to sleep."

"Yes, sir," Sam said as she snuggled her head closer to the warmth found where his neck met his shoulder.

A few seconds later, Jack's head followed Sam's example, his head rested on top of hers and soon they were both asleep.

Gwena heard the mumbling behind her stop and slowly turned around to look at her two 'teachers'. A faint smile graced her dark face as she realized what made all of the members of SG-1 so firm in their resolve that she was loved: they loved each other.

A/N: A semi-longer chapter. Just remember to review if you want more - this time the minimum for the next update is...15 - I need time for school work and stuff.