A/N: Okay, i'll explain at the end, but i would really like you to still read it!

Epilogue

Jack stood out on his porch surveying those gathered in his back yard, grilling tongs in one hand and a beer in the other. His melancholy mood still plagued him from time to time, usually when he sat down with Sam and Sean to try to find any information they could about Charlie, or whoever it was that had gone through to Edora. Now, however, was not one of those times.

He was fully enjoying his weekend off with his team and family. It was fun watching everybody relaxed and enjoying themselves as well. Sean and Trish were having a blast, both finally losing the anxiety they'd felt over the birth of their son. They were looking forward to meeting the baby boy for the first time in just under three months time, and truth be told he couldn't wait to see his grandson for the first time.

Oh, man, he still felt old thinking about it. His grandkids would be older than any children he had with Sam and that was just weird. Not that it was making him debate his decision, not in the least. The fact that he'd missed so much of all his sons' lives made him all the more determined that he and Sam would have a family. Of course, if it never happened, it wouldn't make him love Sam any less. He fell more and more in love with her every day, and couldn't imagine anything else.

He could hear rustling in the kitchen and spotting Rico playing with Fuzz and Cassie, he knew Sam must be back from the store. He left the steaks on the grill and walked into the kitchen to meet Sam. She was putting the bags up onto the counter when he snuck in behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Hey," he whispered, kissing the side of her neck gently. He grinned and gave her a quick squeeze before resting his chin on her shoulder. She leaned back against him and gave him a kiss as best she could.

"Hey back."

She pulled the plastic down around one bag of items and Jack's eyes widened as he saw what was in it.

"Did we buy stock in Tums or something?"

Sitting on the counter were at least a dozen bottles of antacids along with three bottles of Pepto and two Kaopectate.

"Sorry, I haven't been feeling well, and I've had really bad heartburn the past few weeks. I figured it'd be a good idea to stock up on it now so we won't run out." Sam shrugged and pulled the bottles out of the bags.

"You haven't been feeling well?" Jack spun her slowly halfway around so he could look at her, his eyes boring into her soul, searching for the truth. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"It's just stress, Jack. The new position is taking a little getting used to, not as much time to… play with my doohickeys." Sam smirked at Jack's favorite description of her work.

Jack nodded, knowing just how much it was bothering her to stay on Earth while he and the rest of SG-1 went out day after day.

"So, you wanna tell them?" Jack asked suddenly. He pulled her to him, hugging her close.

"Let me call Mark first. I'll meet you outside and we can announce it over dinner." Sam stepped out of his grasp to put the groceries away. Jack gave her a quick peck and headed out to the deck to make sure the steaks didn't burn.

Sam leaned against the kitchen counter and sighed. This conversation with her brother was going to be hard. Not only did he disapprove of the military, the Air Force in particular, but he hadn't met Jack yet and no doubt he'd be wary of their whirlwind relationship.

With trembling hands, Sam picked up the phone and dialed the long distance number to San Diego.

"Hello?" Mark answered the phone, the confusion obvious in his voice. He must have gotten Caller ID since the last time she'd called him.

"Hi, Mark," she replied. Maybe he could see the smile on her face. Actually it probably looked more like a grimace.

"Who is this?"

"It's Sam."

There was a pause on the line.

"Where are you calling from?"

It was Sam's turn to delay answering her brother.

"That's why I'm calling."

"Did something happen to you?" Panic was evident in his voice. As much as they'd fallen out, he'd always looked out for his baby sister.

"Well…"

"Sam."

"Okay. I got hurt, a while ago, and I was discharged from the Air Force."

"Are you okay?"

"I'd still be a Major if I was okay," Sam snapped, then winced. "Sorry, Mark. Actually, I'm getting married."

Silence answered her announcement and she wasn't sure he was still on the line.

"Mark?"

"Yeah, I'm here. You're what?"

"Getting married." Sam moved into the living room and sat on the couch, rubbing her temple.

"To this John O'Neill guy?"

"Jack, yes."

"This thing says John."

Sam sighed, exasperated.

"He goes by Jack."

"Okay, so what does he do."

"You don't want to know."

"Sam."

"He'saColonelintheAirForce," she spit out.

Obviously he'd still been able to make out what she'd said because the click of the phone hanging up and the dial tone ringing in her ear.

She hit the off button and threw the phone down on the couch, growling her frustration. She should have guessed he wouldn't be receptive, but she'd hoped maybe he'd be happy for her. He was always trying to set her up with his friends, guys from work. Now she was happy and he didn't have the audacity to hang up on her?

She felt the tears start to slip down her cheeks and angrily wiped them away. She shouldn't let this bother her. It wasn't like he'd been around a lot since he'd left home. He hadn't even shown up to her High School or AFA graduations.

So lost in thought was she, she didn't notice the back door open and Sean enter the room.

"Sam?"

She jumped, startled by his sudden appearance. He noticed immediately she'd been crying and knelt down by the couch.

"You okay?"

Sam nodded and sat up a little straighter.

"Yeah, don't worry about it."

Sean stood. "Okay. Well, Dad says steaks are ready."

"Thanks."

Sam stood up and joined everybody out on the back deck where Jack had already served up the steaks. She was the last to start eating, and when she'd finally finished, she realized she'd missed the conversations going on around her.

Jack leaned into her slightly and whispered in her ear. "You've been awfully quiet. Are you sure you want to tell them tonight?"

Sam smiled at him and nodded, her love for him showing in her eyes.

Jack whistled loudly to get everyone's attention.

"Okay, now that I have your attention. We've decided on a date for the wedding."

Cassie, the ever exuberant teen, was the first to try to start guessing. "When? Is it going to be in a long time? Who's going to be in it?"

Jack laughed. "Whoa there girl. It's going to be small and in five weeks from today. We weren't planning on having any best men or bride's maids, but we may be able to be persuaded otherwise."

Everybody congregated around the couple to congratulate them, wishing their best.

"I say this calls for cake!" Sean spoke up from above the din.

"He's definitely your son, Jack." Daniel raised the one beer he was allowed for the night in his friend's direction and laughed.

Jack nodded and pulled Sam inside to help him with the dessert he'd already planned on eating that night.

Once they were inside and away from all the attention, Jack pulled Sam to him and gave her a tight squeeze. "You okay? Sean said you were crying."

"I'll be fine, Jack. Mark, uh, he hung up on me. I think it's safe to say he won't be coming." She leaned into him, seeking the comfort only he could give her.

"Well, that's his loss then. We won't let it detract from our day. Monday I'll have the General contact the Tok'ra to let your father know."

Jack and Sam stood there, holding each other in their silence and enjoying their presence.

"Hey, c'mon, we're waiting out here." Daniel burst through the doors oblivious to their "moment." "Oops," he giggled.

"Perfect timing as always," Jack whispered to his fiancé, still holding her tight.

The couple smiled at their friend and Jack grabbed the cake while Sam picked up the plates and forks. Everything might not be perfect; Sam wasn't going off world anymore, Jay was still an uncertainty in their lives, and now this newest mystery with "Charlie," but they were happy and they would make it, together.

A/N: So, here's what's happening. Don't look at this as the end of this story, okay,... OW! Hey, running me over with a bus won't help me get the next one out any sooner! And i caught that license plate! anyway, what i'm going to do, is revamp this a little and make it just one big story, as in one chapter. when i get the next one finished, it will be removed and the two will be posted together as one story with two chapters instead of two seperate stories, and that's how i'll do each story to finish the complete story which will be called Three Little Pigs. so the next story will really jsut be a continuation of this one, but i won't be able to put more up until i finish No Goodbye. please don't hurt me or hit me with things.

oh yeah, and that typo i mentioned a while ago that i stuck in there, you should all be ashamed of yourselves, calling yourselves Stargate fans, lol. i stuck Makepeace in there just to see if anybody would catch it, and nobody did, or if you did, you never said anything! this takes place AFTER Shades of Grey. or gray, i dont' know how they spell it lol.

okay everything after this will all be AU, i'm thinking i will do sort of a Sean take on some of the episodes and how it would be different.

thanks for reading and please don't give up on me, i promise you'll eventually like where this goes!