"Captain Carter?" The voice on the line asked.
"Yes?" She uttered, sleepily.
"I'm sorry if I woke you."
"You're fine, sir." She said, stifling a yawn.
"Captain, I have some information regarding team assignments."
She was instantly awake. "When do you want me to be there?"
"Whenever you get here is fine, Captain. Dr. Fraiser updated me on your pregnancy. Quadruplets. Congratulations."
"Thank you, sir. I should be able to make it in about a half an hour."
--
True to her word, she arrived at the SGC, exactly one half-hour later. "Sir." She said, knocking on the open door. She was wearing black slacks and an over-sized sweater.
"Come in."
"I'm sorry I haven't changed, but my BDUs aren't fitting and I don't have any maternity BDUs yet."
"And Captain, as far as I understand, you won't be needing them. Dr. Fraiser made it quite clear that she wanted you to remain on stand down."
"Yes, sir."
"I'm just waiting for Colonel O'Neill."
"I understand."
"Sorry, sir." Jack said, knocking on the open door as Sam had done only seconds before. "I lost track of time."
"Well, don't let it happen again."
"Yes, sir."
"Please, have a seat." He said, motioning to the chairs across from his desk.
They both nodded, and sat.
"Colonel O'Neill, you are to remain commanding officer of SG-1."
Jack raised an eyebrow, both officers realizing that it would not be Jack's career path that was changed at all, but rather Sam's career on the line.
"Captain Carter, your assignment to any team, including SG-1, will be your decision when you return from maternity stand down."
She looked at him, surprised. "I get to choose, sir?"
"Yes. I trust both of you to make a responsible decision."
"Yes, sir." They said in unison.
"Dismissed."
Still somewhat shell-shocked, they both rose and walked to the door.
--
They walked in silence before Sam reached the elevator. "So…" Jack began.
"So…what?"
"You want to do something tonight?"
"Like?" She asked, somewhat amused that he was asking her out.
"I don't know…Dinner maybe? Or a movie?"
She yawned inadvertently. "Sounds good."
He chuckled. "Or you could go home and get a nap. You are sleeping for five now…"
"That…" She said before yawning again. "Sounds great!"
"Mind if I bring dinner and a movie to you?"
She smiled tenderly as she stood, half-asleep on her feet. "That sounds perfect."
"Or I could just take you back to bed."
She tried to wake herself up again. "I'm sorry, I don't know what's come over me. I'm just…tired."
"Sam…you're pregnant. And for most women…that's enough. But you really are sleeping for five."
She chuckled. "Thanks for reminding me."
"Hey, that's my job."
She smiled. "So…you gonna take me home? Or am I gonna have to drive myself?"
"Let me call the General."