Here's chapter three...enjoy! I appreciate all of the reviews, so keep 'em coming!


Once the Kosovichs had signed a confideniality agreement, Nick spent the next few days pouring over the tapes in case there was something he missed and practicing with Lena for Blackpool. They'd invited Cassie to come watch and the girl was practically dumbstruck.

"What do you think?" Nick asked.

Her mouth opened and closed a few times. "If you don't win, I'm bombing Blackpool!" she said finally.

The Kosovichs laughed, then Nick asked her if she had any favorite routines of theirs that she'd like to see while they were there.

"Well... I wouldn't mind seeing that James Bond one again..." she said shyly.

Janet came into the room just then and got to see Nick Kosovich dancing with his wife in nice dance shoes, jeans, and a form-fitting t-shirt.

"You know Cass, I think I can see why you like him..." Janet remarked reflectively, studying Nick closely.

"Mom!" Cassie hissed, somewhat scandalized.

"What?" Janet replied, shrugging. "He's a good looking guy and the whole dance factor makes it even better."

As the couple did a passby, Nick raised an eyebrow at Janet who turned beet red. He winked cheekily at her and she allowed herself a small laugh. Nick was certainly something else entirely!


That afternoon, Nick presented his finding thus far to General Hammond and the rest of SG1.

"From what I can make out, there don't seem to be any particular style of dance that is exactly the same as any we have here on earth." he began. "However, there are elements of Arabic story dances, Asian Kabuki, and even some Spanish flamenco as well as some things that can only be described as Modern Smooth or even Rhythm."

"So how do we communicate with them?" Jack asked.

Nick puffed his cheeks out then released the air quickly. "I'm going to need some more footage to study...what little you got has been informative, but if I'm going to make any kind of link between their language and ours, I'm going to have to have something else to go on."

"How'd you like to go see them in person?" Daniel said, a smile on his face.

The dancer's face registered great surprise. "Me? Go through the stargate?" he asked, almost as though he was in a dream.

"Dr. Frasier will have to give you a physical and make sure you're fit, but aside from that, it's almost necessary for you go accompany SG1 Dr. Kosovich." General Hammond added.

"Call me Nick, and wow... I'd welcome the opportunity to study this further!" Nick replied excitedly.

He was dragged down to the infirmary where Janet declared him in perfect health.

"Despite all the Krispy Cremes he sneaks when he thinks I'm not looking!" Lena said wryly. Sam had taken her to Janet's office when she was informed that Nick might be going through the stargate with Jack, Daniel, and the large man with the gold thing on his forehead whom they called "Teal'c".

"Darn it! I thought you didn't know about that!" her husband groaned as he dressed behind the curtain.

She looked upward and closed her eyes. "I know EVERYTHING... haven't you learned that by now?"

"Forgive me, my leige but I am a stupid man and forget such things..." came the sassy reply from Nick as he stepped out.

Sam and Janet chuckled as Lena rolled her eyes. Nick gave her his best charming grin and the other two women looked away. Even though Sam was married and Janet was currently seeing Daniel, that didn't stop a certain dancer's smile from being somewhat lethal!

"That should be outlawed..." Janet muttered.

Lena heard that and turned around. "Try being angry with him when he does that!" she sighed. "Especially when he cheats and pulls the accent out!"

"Ooh..." Sam said, wincing. "And I thought Jack's little Minnesota twang was bad!"

"Oh no, we're not just talking a little pronuciation difference... Nick can recall his accent at will... and it's not fair!" Lena complained.

While the women complained about the little things their respective men did to get themselves out of trouble, Cassie was grumbling over her English.

"Argh! I cannot figure out what the theme of this stupid poem is!" she cried.

Nick hurried over to her. "Ahhh, Lord Byron... he can tough sometimes." he said sympathetically. He went through the poem carefully with her, making sure she understood exactly what was being said. "So the theme of this one would be... loss?" Cassie asked.

The dancer beamed at her. "You got it!"

Without thinking about it, Cassie threw her arms around Nick. "You are the coolest Nick!" she said joyfully.

He blushed slightly and grinned at her. "You ever need English help, who you gonna call?" he quipped.

"Nick Kosovich." Cassie responded, a matching grin on her face.

"You got that right!"

Lena watched him with Cassie, wondering if they were going to have a family of their own someday. You couldn't dance forever and she wanted to have a child before it was too late.


As Dr. Frasier was giving Sam her usual exam before the mission, scheduled for the next day, she found something that made her grin from ear to ear. She called the lab. "Sam, it's Janet... could you come down here?"

Sam appeared quickly and asked, "What's going on Janet?"

The doctor smiled at her. "You're not going to be going on the mission." she replied.

"Why! You seem happy about it too..." Sam cried, suspicious.

"Let's just say that Mini O'Neill might not like the ride." Janet said smugly.

The weight of what Janet was saying finally hit Sam.

"I'm pregnant! Oh gosh..."

Janet let Sam sit there for a few moments until the scientist lept to her feet. "Jack! I've got to tell him!"

Doctor Frasier watched her leave and smiled to herself. Sam wasn't the only one who was expecting. There would be two surprised fathers to be...


Daniel was telling Nick about some of their more amusing previous missions when a loud whoop of joy was heard from the hallway.

"Was that Jack?" Nick asked, trying not to laugh.

"Either that or General Hammond had a voice change!"

The two men chuckled over that until Jack came bursting into the room. "I'm gonna be a father!" he announced gleefully. Lena, who was coming to tell Nick some news of her own turned on her heel and came back the way she came. She would tell her husband later, after Jack's news had some time to settle.

Both of the men's eyes widened.

"That's... great news Jack!" Daniel finally managed.

"I'm sure you'll be a great father." Nick offered.

A sad smile passed over Jack's face before his jubilant look returned. "Thanks boys! I gotta go tell the General... apparently he made a few bets he'll get to collect on..."

"And here I thought Lena and I were horrible with the bets!" the dancer quipped.

Daniel shook his head. "Honestly, compared to General Hammond and Sam's dad Jacob, you and Lena are mere amateurs!"

Nick whistled. "Those two must really be something..."

"Oh Nick, you have no idea..." Daniel groaned.

"And I have the feeling I don't really want to..."

"Better for your sanity if you don't..." the anthropologist replied.

"What sanity?" Nick scoffed. "I once knew sanity, but it managed to escape... it couldn't handle the unnatural environment of my brain!"

Daniel laughed at this and walked with Nick to the room where he was practicing for Blackpool with Lena. "Is everything going well with your dances?" Daniel asked curiously.

Nick sighed. "Technically everything is there, but for some reason, finding the spark has been a little difficult lately."

"Well you've been working really hard on this problem and both of you are in a really strange place so you may just need some more time to adjust to the new surroundings." Daniel said helpfully.

"Eh, maybe you're right Daniel, but I feel like Lena and I have sort of gotten into a kind of rut... we've been doing pretty much the same thing for 6 months now and I was getting a little restless... perhaps this will be an opportunity to change the status quo a bit."

"That's the spirit, Nick! Have fun!" Daniel teased.

Nick good-naturedly swatted his new friend on the arm before entering the room. Daniel hoped that whatever was going on would be worked out. Both Lena and Nick were good people who deserved to be happy, not just merely content. Shrugging his shoulders, he headed down the hall to the lab, wondering if Jack would go into overprotective father mode. He could just hear what Sam would have to say about that...


The morning of Nick's first mission came and he was extremely nervous. Lena had told him she was going to remain behind with Sam, who seemed quite bummed that she would have to remain behind.

"Women's Solidarity Movement?" Nick had asked her that morning.

"Something like that... just be safe and come back in one piece." she told him, kissing him on the cheek.

"I'll do my best!" he replied, feeling like something was missing.

As go time crept nearer and nearer,he paced the floor. Daniel and Jack did their best to reassure him about it while Teal'c merely stood by and said nothing.

"Nick, we've done this plenty of times... you'll be fine." Daniel said soothingly.

"I promise nothing's going to happen!" Jack added.

Their resident ethnomusicologist glared at them. "Okay, but if anything happens to me, Lena gets to kill you."

"I will make sure, in the event of your demise, that she is given the opportunity, Nicholas Kosovich." Teal'c said firmly.

Daniel and Jack looked at one another. "Fine... but nothing's going to happen." Jack said, trying to exude his usual confidence. He was falling a bit short of the mark though. Everyone who was around the Kosovichs for more than 10 minutes learned VERY quickly that you didn't mess with Lena and live to tell about it!

Walter began inputting the chevrons and Nick watched the gate dial its destination, his jaw hanging open like a little kid about to take his first airplane ride. Once the last chevron was locked into place, the gate KAWOOSHED open and Nick continued to stare at it.

"SG1, you have a go." General Hammond told them from the control room.

SG1, minus Sam, moved forward with an awestruck Nick trailing behind them. Lena was watching from the control room and began to laugh when she saw the way Nick was approaching the stargate. He was rhumba walking forward and at the last possible second, he did a simple box step and fox trotted into the shimmering pool. Everyone watching chuckled and General Hammond turned to Lena as the gate closed.

"Your husband certainly has a unique style all his own, ma'am!" he said, a laugh still evident in his voice.

Lena smiled. "You have NO idea, sir!"