Season: End of season 10

"Let me know as soon as you have any news."

"Jack they've been missing for 5 days now, chances are…"

"I don't wanna hear it Hank. You don't know them like I do, they've come back from worse."

"Let me know as soon as SG 3 gets back."

"Okay Jack."

Jack O'Neill hung up his phone and leaned back in his chair. He knew General Landry was right, it had been five days and his response to his comment had been true, they had been stranded before and made it back, but Jack's answer had been for his own benefit as much as Landry's. He was trying to reassure himself. There was something more troubling Jack; mainly that the reason SG1 was off-world was due to the fact that Jack himself had ordered them off-world. To a mission that was the most dangerous they had ever been on. It was to get the Ori from their Galaxy once and for all. It was a daring plan that had been months in the making, all their resources had been poured into the project. It needed the best and the best it got but had he sent them to their death chances were…. Yes, it was something that he knew if true would kill him. Eat him up until he couldn't stand it. As he sat waiting on the call from the SGC Jack let his mind wander back to the last time he had seen or spoken to SG-1.

"Stop it"

"What? I'm not doing anything."

"No, but you're thinking it."

"And you know this how, exactly?"

"Because you have that look on your face the one you get just before we…"

"Carter I'm offended."

"Carter… Since when have you started calling me Carter again?"

"Habits"

"Yeah well, you should be paying more attention to what you're trying not to burn there and not looking at me."

"Well if you hadn't of worn that dress there wouldn't be a problem now would there?"

The sound of the phone ringing beside him brought Jack back from his thoughts.

"O'Neill"

"Jack its Hank, SG-3 just got back. I'm sorry Jack; there was no sign of SG-1. The people of this planet were even more clueless than the last. Don't you think it's time to…"

"No." Jack cut him off. "No I don't. I'm not about to give up on them so quickly and I'm surprised you are. I'm meeting the president in 15 minutes. I'll apprise him of the situation and get back to you. In the mean time keep calling Thor, he owes me."

"Okay Jack, and listen, I want them back as much as you do."

"Yeah"

With that Jack hung up. He didn't mean what he said to Hank. He knew how fond of them Hank had become. The last conversation that he had with Daniel had popped into his head they had all got together when SG-1 was in Washington for some last minute briefing just before the mission.

"So, Sam looks happy."

"Yeah she does."

"And you seem happy."

"Yeah I am"

"So"

"So"

"So"

"Any more 'so'ing and we could make a quilt. Why don't you cut to the chase Daniel. What exactly are you trying to say?"

"I'm trying to say you've been together you know, physically for what, a year and a half now?"

"Your point being…?"

"My point is you've officially been dating for that long but let's face it, you've been together a lot longer than that. Youtwo had that whole connection thing going on since you met and I was just wondering if your going to ask her to marry you."

Jack had to spit out the beer he was about to swallow for fear of choking.

"Jack you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm good. I'm okay; you just caught me a little off-guard that's all. You're not normally so…"

"So…"

"So nosey"

"Yeah well I'm curious."

Yeah well if you must know I was thinking about it and I may have something up my sleeve for when you guys get back."

"Really?"

"Yeah"

"Tell me"

"No"

"Please?"

"No"

"Please"

"'Please' what?" Came the feminine voice from behind them. Nothing was the response from Sam's fellow diners.

"So where's T?" Jack practically spat out to try and change the subject.

"Landry"

"Hank it's Jack. The President is giving them one more day before he wants them declared MIA.

"I'm sorry Jack"

"Yeah, I'm not giving up yet. It means we have one day left. I want all available teams out there looking. Get back in touch with the Tok'Ra. Any luck with Thor?"

"He's not responding."

"Keep trying. I catch my flight down there in thirty minutes."

"Is that necessary Jack?"

"Yes it is Hank."

"With that Jack hung up and grabbed his jacket from its home at the back of his chair and made his way out the door.