A/N: This is unbeta'd and i forgot to mention in the last chapter that i changed Nate and Neal's brother to Nolan because i realized i already had a Nick, so eventually i will go throught he chapters and change that in the story too.

Jack awoke, albeit reluctantly, at 0430 and stretched out next to his beautiful wife. The alarm clock wasn't set to go off for another fifteen minutes, he'd set it that way purposely, knowing full well he'd be up long before then, and decided instead of getting up immediately, he'd spend the time in silence with Sam.

He sooo didn't want to leave her alone, even though her brother would be back soon enough. This just sucked.

He cuddled up to Sam and rubbed the tight skin of her stomach. He could feel the boys kicking and squirming under his hand and smiled. He couldn't wait to see them. He was going to make it home for this reason specifically. Everything he needed was lying right here in his bed. And Neal, wherever he was. No matter what, he would come home.

"Hey guys," he whispered softly, trying not to wake Sam. "Please be good while I'm gone okay? Don't be in a hurry to leave that nice comfy home you've got there, and don't give mom any trouble. She's going to be worried enough as it is. I don't want to have to worry about her or you while I'm away."

He spent the next ten minutes with his head on Sam's chest, just above her stomach, rubbing it gently. This so wasn't him. If anybody on base saw him like this, they wouldn't believe it. Hell, he barely believed it himself. He still thought about Charlie every day and it still hurt, deeply, but he also knew his son would have loved to have siblings, and would have hated for his parents to be unhappy.

This wasn't a suicide mission, like the first to Abydos had been. This was a mission to make the Universe a better place for all the human races to raise their kids. Maybe, by the time he got back, Sara would have found Neal. It would give everybody something else to focus on, instead of him.

The alarm went off, he'd set it quietly to the radio, and he rolled over, turning it off. He leaned over and kissed his unborn children, one on each side of Sam's stomach, then gave Sam a gentle kiss on the lips before heading to the bathroom.

He took a shower with unscented soaps and shampoos, brushed his teeth and rinsed his mouth as many times as possible, and shaved with an unscented shaving cream. He had an entire set of drawers with clothes washed only in unscented detergent to wear to the base. Even though he would change once on base, scents lingered in the air and that could lead to their deaths and all frontline teams kept unscented deodorants in their lockers. It was something he'd picked up from his days in Black Ops and transferred to the inner workings of the SGC.

He went back into the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed. He loved watching Sam sleep. His only regret before they left was that they hadn't had more time together. She was so beautiful. He brushed a strand of hair off her forehead and kissed her once more.

"I love you, Sam."

He got up off the bed and reluctantly walked towards the bedroom door.

"Hey Flyboy," he heard quietly from behind him. He turned around and smiled down at his wife. "Go kick some Goa'uld ass."

He grinned and replied, "Hey, if Daniel follows directions I won't have to."

"Like I said, kick some Goa'uld ass." Sam's sleepy smirk was just absolutely adorable and Jack just hated leaving her.

"You're right, when does Daniel ever do what he's told?"

"I love you."

Jack started pulling the bedroom door closed. "I love you, too."

Her eyes were already closed again and he headed towards the stairs to wake Nate up when he heard sounds coming from the kitchen. Among the clanks of the pots and pans he could hear two distinct voices. As he entered the kitchen he saw Nate and Jacob exchanging in conversation and cooking breakfast.

"You know, those odors can carry out to the field," Jack said, sitting down at the kitchen table.

"It's still four hours away, Jack," Nate said, sitting across from him with a plate of eggs.

Jack watched as he poured salt and pepper over the fried eggs, then Tabasco sauce and finally unloaded more ketchup than he'd ever seen put on any food item before in his life.

"Jacob! Great, now I have to shower again on base. I smell like a farmhouse," Jack moaned leaning back in his chair.

"A farmhouse, Jack?" Jacob turned around with his own plate of bacon and eggs.

"Yeah, you know, farmers always eating their bacon and eggs in the morning."

Jacob started tucking into his breakfast with earnest. "You should have some, since you already smell like us."

Jack scowled. "No thank you, I think I'll stick with oatmeal."

Two minutes later he was back at the table in time to watch Nate shove an entire yolk into his mouth, whole.

"How can you eat that? And why?"

Nate swallowed and grinned. "Levi doesn't really like it, but it's the only way to eat eggs. You have to eat the whites off first, then the yolks whole without popping them at all. The yolks have to be completely runny."

Jack shook his head and dug into his oatmeal. There was nothing added to it to keep the scents away. His whole pre-mission routine was thrown off because of these two yahoos. But they were family and he couldn't help grinning to himself as he ate.

"I have a shave kit full of unscented soaps and shaving cream. You can take a shower on base," he said to Nate. He knew Jacob would already be doing that, being the seasoned officer that he was.

"Don't need to shave," Nate answered and shoved the other yolk into his mouth. When he finished chewing, he put his fork down and said, "Levi can restrict all hair growth if I want him to."

Jack just cocked an eyebrow and continued chewing disdainfully. He hadn't ever really liked oatmeal, it was more a Christmas morning breakfast his parents made them eat when they were little, but once he'd gotten into Spec Ops, it'd become part of his pre-mission routine.

The three men finished their dinner and left the house quietly hoping not to wake anyone in the house. There wasn't any conversation on the way to the base, each of the passengers was too busy thinking of their own roles in the upcoming mission.

Both Jacob and Jack were detrimental to the operation, but Nate felt like he was in the way, like they were dragging him along because of what Levi might know. Which wasn't really bad, once he thought about it, but he didn't really think they trusted him enough in the field. It was understandable, really. He'd just have to let Levi be in control the entire time.

Once at the base, Jack retrieved his kit and the three showered, getting any smells that may give them away off. Jacob and Jack, both being career military with much more experience were finished long before Nate.

The two men dressed in the locker room, and when Jack was certain the spray of the shower would cover up their conversation, he turned to Jacob.

"Really, Jacob, is it necessary for him to be on this mission?"

"Look, I know there's issues between the two of you, but Dammit, get over it." Jacob rubbed the towel over his head and the few hairs he had and pulled on his BDU jacket from his locker.

"That's not what this is about," Jack said, slamming his locker door shut. "He's seventeen years old, Jacob. He's got his whole life ahead of him."

He sighed, running his hands through his spikey, wet hair. "What would I tell Cassie?"

Jacob was shocked at that and cocked an eyebrow Jack's direction. "Cassie?"

"Yeah, anyway, is there any chance we could, I don't know, forget to take him with us?"

That's the problem, he's overprotective.

You know, we have a couple of terms for statements like that.

"He could come in handy, and we can ask Levi to stay in control."

They heard the showers turn off at that moment and both immediately ran to their lockers, fiddling with imaginary objects that just had to be inspected that minute. Jack reached into his locker and pulled out an extra set of BDU's for the kid, since they were relatively close in size.

Nate pulled the clothes out of Jack's hand with a "Thanks" and set them on the bench in the middle of the locker room, his ears turning bright red in embarrassment. He stared at the clothes, gripping the towel around his waist tighter, his knuckles white from the force.

"Nate, fer cryin' out loud! We were all in the shower, just get dressed all ready!"

Nate jumped nervously, dropping the towel to the floor. He grabbed the BDUs up quickly and threw them on as fast as he could.

Yep, just like all the new recruits Jack loved to torment.

Levi took over as soon as their little group left the locker room.

Thanks! Why couldn't you do that sooner?

And miss letting you go through that? C'mon. I've been joined with you too long not to pick up just a few things.

Nate would have shaken his head if he could, but Levi quickly relaxed him and put him almost in a state of light sleep. Nobody wanted the boy, because in all their heads that's what they thought of him as, to see the horrors of battle. Levi would play the equivalent of highlights for him after the mission was over.

The SG teams spent the next few hours reviewing the plans and each person's role in the events. Everyone was nervous, though only a few were showing their feelings. Jack would have been distracted if the mission had been any less serious, and it was obvious to Daniel and Teal'c.

"O'Neill, are you prepared for this mission?"

"Yeah, T," Jack sighed.

"I don't think you should come on this mission, Jack," Daniel said, facing his friend head on.

"I'm going, Daniel."

"What if something happens to you? What about Sam? "

Jack wanted to throttle the archeologist. "Why the Hell do you think I'm here, Daniel? I have two children on the way. My boys are not going to live under the threat of Goa'uld domination."

Daniel threw his hands up defensively and stepped back. "Sorry, Jack. You're right."

"Daniel, I – Sorry, I guess I'm just wound a little tight."

"That is understandable, O'Neill. I worry about Ry'ac on a constant basis. However, if you let those thoughts cloud your judgment, it could be dangerous on the battlefield." Teal'c stood before him, his hands behind his back.

"Dj'you turn into Captain Obvious for the day?"

Teal'c just bowed, a very faint smile playing across his lips.

By 0855, the seven SG teams and the Tok'ra operatives were geared up with two FREDs loaded with the supplies they would need for the trip back. The air in the room was thick enough to cut with a knife. Everyone was hesitant to take on this mission, yet determined at the same time. They were going to defeat the Goa'uld today, and they all knew it.

General Hammond came over the loud speaker as Walter started dialing the Gate. At the click of the microphone, Jack looked up to the window, shocked at what he saw. Seamus and Sam were standing next to Hammond, Sea's hand at her back, and both staring down at the group assembled in the Gateroom.

Jack locked eyes with his wife and for a moment they were lost in their own little world.

'I love you.'

'I love you, too.'

'I'll be back soon.'

'You better.'

'Keep those boys where they are.'

'I'll try, Jack. You know that's the best I can offer.'

'I know.'

'I'll miss you.'

'I'm gonna miss you, too.'

'Come back to me.'

'You know I will.'

'You'd better.'

'I love you so much.'

'I love you, too. Bye.'

'Bye.'

Hammond looked out over the teams that had gathered below. He was proud of them, all of them, even if he didn't have the close connection with all his teams like he did with SG-1. He felt more of an extended family connection to the rest of the people under his command.

"SG-Alliance, you have a go. God Speed."

Jack turned and faced the wormhole, adjusted his cap, and gripped his P-90 tightly, the only sign of what he was feeling. Jacob stepped up next to him, ready to take on the evil twin.

"Alright, Campers. Let's move out!" The group followed Jack and Jacob up the ramp and through the wormhole, each entering the event horizon with the familiar schloop.

Sam turned into her brother-in-law's embrace as her father and husband disappeared through the Gate. It would be a month before she saw either of them again and she let just a tear slip down her cheek. Sea held her tighter, knowing she would be needing all of them between her raging hormones and the stress of looking for Neal Tanner.

"C'mon Sam, why don't you help me and Tommy look for houses. Sara has your cell number, she can call if she finds anything." She nodded and he turned her towards the door, still keeping one arm around her. He nodded back at Hammond and the older man smiled a goodbye as he watched the two leave.

He knew Sam was in good hands. She'd grown into an amazing woman, strong in every way even if she didn't feel the same. He knew she felt her actions since the Tanner Murders made her weak, but nobody saw her that way, least of all those who'd worked with her since the beginning. And the guys on base who had wives, they knew exactly what she was going through.

Before, she'd been a kick ass Captain, ready to take on the world and chauvinistic Colonels. She was a soldier first, a human second and a woman third. She'd changed a lot over the years and her team had grown with her. They helped her see she didn't have to classify herself in an order, she could be all at once.

He wanted her back at the SGC as soon as possible, but he also knew that it could be months or years before she came back. All the teams would be getting extensive down time when they came back, but he'd be giving once certain Colonel an extra three months after the twins were born.

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Jack stepped out on the other side to the hustle and bustle of the other Tok'ra getting ready for the mission.

"Okay. SG-2, 3, and 6 get those FREDs to the ships and load them up accordingly. The rest of you help the Tok'ra. We'll be shipping out in two-zero minutes."

That's exactly how long it took everyone to be ready, the apprehension tight in the air. Jacob and Daniel were alone in the cargo ship so as not to alert the few guards that would be on the surface. The Al'kesh would exit hyperspace from the other side of the planet.

As the two ships lifted off the planet, Jack keyed his radio.

"Daniel, you follow the plan. We are not getting into a firefight on this one."

"Sure Jack, cuz I have complete control of what the Goa'uld are going to do."

Jack smirked and watched the cargo ship go into hyper drive and a moment later they were following. He was surprised at the length of the trip, or rather, lack thereof. Less than thirty minutes later they were coming out of hyperspace and landing in the clearing.

As the SG teams and Tok'ra piled silently out of the ship, Jack whispered, "To Oz."

A/N: so, i just couldn't continue without breaking up the chapter and GrUmPyBeAr just won't sit down with me to work on the next section, after all the papers i've helped her write for her college courses, sheesh! lol. i figured i'd at least give you what i have, i know it's short, but please review! i really wanna know what i've done wrong n stuff so i can fix it. i know i've made Sam and Jack seem just a little soft, but it's how i imagine they'd be once kids were involved. i mean my dad's former hard ass military and he's a teddy bear, at least with me he is lol.

anyway, i wanted to get this out to y'all cuz i'm in a good mood and such cuz we found my wedding dress and i'm just totally excited. anyway, please review and tell me how i'm doing!