A/N: Thanks for that great response! I hope you all enjoy this chapter. I noticed a trend of wondering why I didn't write the visit into the last chapter: that's because if I did it would make the plot too solid - there has to be some room for reader's emaginations! Have fun with this chapter!

Oh, and brownie points for whoever gets the movie line(s) I put in here - and the character(s) who said it!

When they got back to the SGC, both Gwena and Jack refused to talk about what had happened in that cell where she met her father. In fact, Gwena refused to talk at all except to ask to speak to General Hammond privately.

"Well, Gwena?" Hammond asked the girl seated before him. "What can I do for you?"

"Let them love each other openly," she said quietly, knowing full well that he would know whom she spoke of. Before he could say anything about the regulations, she continued, "They love each other so much. It was the first thing I noticed about them while we were on that plane. They deserve to be happy."

"I know," Hammond said softly. "Believe me, I know. The rest of SG-1 knows, the entire SGC knows – hell, even the President knows! The only two who don't want to know are Sam and Jack." Gwena looked up at Hammond with hope in her eyes. Whatever had happened in that cell had made this girl care about something other than herself for once in her life. "All they have to do is ask my permission. That's all they had to do for the past five years. The changes is base protocol will be in effect the moment they come clean about their feelings for each other."

Hammond sighed as he shook his head. An idea came to him. It was an absurd idea that he didn't think would work – but thinking was a very dangerous pastime and he was thrilled he had the idea in the first place. "Gwena? Do you want them to be happy?"

"Of course, General Hammond."

"Will you help me get them to admit that they love each other?"

Gwena leaned forward in her chair, interested in this proposition, "What do you need me to do?"

"Well…"

Sam walked into the commissary to find Gwena eating lunch with General Hammond. The two appeared very deep in conversation, and kept on glancing at Jack sitting only a few tables away. After getting her food, Sam walked over to Jack to sit next to him, noticing the scowl firmly planted on his face.

"Noticed your fan club then?" she asked lightly.

"They've been at it for the last fifteen minutes. I can't even enjoy my cake anymore!"

Sam grinned, "Well, you know the perfect way to eat cake?"

Off you, in bed, with my tongue. Bad! Bad Jack! Very bad Jack!…Damn it, now this is never going to go away. I wonder if you can run out of cold water…

"Do tell," Jack said, trying to keep a rein on his thoughts and raging hormones.

"Right out of the oven while you're pretending to frost it."

Before Jack could respond, Hammond walked up with Gwena at his side. "Colonel, Major, I was just discussing your recent trip to Iraq with Gwena, and both of us agree that the two of you should take the next couple days off. Get in a lot of sleep…amongst other things that I'm sure you can think of to fill your time. I don't want to see either one of you on base until Monday."

"Sir?" Sam asked, a little perplexed by the request, "It's only Tuesday."

"I know what day it is, Major. When you return on Monday morning you'll leave directly to drop Gwena off at her home planet."

"Yes, sir," Jack said, thrilled to be getting so much time off during which he was expected not to do any paperwork.

As the pair walked out of the commissary, heading for the surface, Gwena turned to the old general, "Think it'll work?"

"It would take a miracle."

A/N: Enjoy the ship? More coming soon - we're nearing the end here people, I hope you've enjoyed the ride so far.