Sam walked into Elizabeth's office a couple of hours later, after the meeting with Kinsey, and knocked on the open door.
"Come in."
She walked in, somewhat apologetically. "I'm sorry. I…I made some assumptions, and…they were wrong."
Elizabeth gave her a thin smile. "Thank you. I really appreciate that."
Sam stood there awkwardly for a moment before she motioned toward the door again. "I guess I should be going."
Elizabeth looked back up at the woman. "I don't know how to thank you for what you do…I mean…I read these mission files, and I wonder how I could have stayed even remotely sane after all of it."
Sam gave her weak smile. "You don't always have a choice." She said, tears moistening her eyes.
"Major?" She asked, as Sam turned to leave.
"Yes?" Sam asked, turning around again.
"I want you to know…I AM going to do everything in my power to get Colonel O'Neill whatever help he needs."
Sam nodded, too overwhelmed to speak.
"You're dismissed."
Sam nodded, thankfully as she walked out the door.
--
As Sam walked down the corridor to her lab, she ran into Bregman, whose nose was taped up. "Major Carter!"
She took a deep breath and closed her eyes as she stopped before turning to face him. "Yes, Mr. Bregman?"
"How is Colonel O'Neill? If I understand correctly, this information he had downloaded into his brain will make him turn into an…Ancient person?"
She saw the cameramen positioning themselves for their next shot, and she suddenly was tired of 'nice Carter.'
"Go to hell, Bregman." She said, turning back and walking toward her lab. "And you can quote me on that." She called back to him.
--
Jack walked into her office. "I heard you gave Bregman on hell of an opprobrius."
"Opprobrius?"
He shrugged helplessly. "You know you…" He made a circular motion with his hands. "You finally gave him…"
"What he deserved." She said, with a weak smile. "I guess."
"And you apologized to the new imperatorior."
"Yes, I apologized to Dr. Weir."
"Are you okay?"
She took a deep breath. "I don't know. I mean…everything changed when General Hammond was reassigned. I…I just hope Dr. Weir knows what she's doing."
He took her into his arms. "Congruite."
Tears streamed down her cheeks. "I'm a mess."
"No. You're bellusios."
She smiled. "I think I understood that."
He looked at her, somewhat quizzically as if to ask if she hadn't understood everything he had said. Then, as he did so, he caught a glimpse of something in her lab. He walked away from her and picked it up.
"Jack?"
Daniel raced in. "Hey, I just found this. Apparently Jack was doodling on it in our meeting with Kinsey…you know the one where he said we know where the lost city is but…we really don't…"
"Yes, Daniel." Sam said, still eying her husband, carefully as he handled this device with a studious eye.
"Well, Jack wrote the word 'atlantus' on the paper. It was also followed by seven symbols."
Sam raised her eyebrows, the device in Jack's hands forgotten. "He knows where the lost city is?"
"Yeah…the only problem is that the last symbol isn't the point of origin."
"It's not in this galaxy, then?"
Daniel shook his head. "I don't think so."
"Sam. I need a naquadah generator." Jack said, a determined, and yet confused, look on his face.
She looked at her husband and then at Daniel. "Okay." She said, walking out to get one.
She returned a few minutes later, the device in hands. By now, he had cleared off her lab table and placed quite a few random gizmos in the center. "Uh…Jack?"
He came over and took the generator from her. He placed it on the table and then walked up out of the lab toward the Control Room. "Walter."
The technician turned, surprised. "Colonel?"
He motioned for the technician to move from his seat. Dumbfounded, Walter did so, and Jack sat at the computer and entered a gate address into the computer. The computer quickly spit out the coordinates, and Jack printed two copies of the results. He handed one copy to Dr. Weir, who had come down from the briefing room, surprised to hear the flurry of activity going on beneath her, and the other to Sam.
"He's just handed us the address to some…"
"Positum."
"Positum?" Daniel asked. "You mean…it's a military post of some kind?"
"Yes."
"You have to go." Sam said, urgently to Daniel.
"Yes, you do." Elizabeth said, agreeing with the woman.
"No. Not yet." Jack said, a sense of urgency in his voice.
"He hasn't finished packing yet." Sam said trying to elicit a smile from the doctor, as Jack brushed past her. Elizabeth still looked overwhelmed by the whole command, and so, Sam received the barest of recognition for her wit.