Dr. Samantha Carter-O'Neill bolted up in her bed, breathing heavily.
"What?" Jack asked, sitting up more slowly.
Samantha remained stationary, almost paralyzed with shock. "So real." She repeated over and over again.
"Samantha! What's going on?"
She turned to her husband. "It was a nightmare. You had been missing for something like six years. You came back to the SGC, but you were a Jaffa!"
Jack just looked at her, still half-asleep. "Well, I'm not a Jaffa."
"Do you remember coming out of the sarcophagus?"
"Which time?" He asked, settling back onto the pillow, and starting to drift back to sleep.
"After Hathor."
"Don't say that name again." He mumbled. "Gives me nightmares."
"Jack, I'm serious. When you came out of the sarcophagus, I looked at your stomach."
A smile crept onto his lips. "I KNEW you were checking me out!"
"Jack, Hathor had made you a Jaffa!"
Jack didn't react for a moment while the information sunk into his mind. Suddenly, he bolted upright. "You mean, I had a goa'uld in my gut?"
"No, you never got a symbiote. Teal'c and Janet and I got you into the sarcophagus before one of the larvae moved in." She said, one hand on his rigid arm, trying to calm him.
"So, basically you were dreaming about what would have happened in an alternate reality if you hadn't stopped me from getting my goa'uld."
She shrugged. "It sure seems like that."
He relaxed visibly. "In that case, Sam. You think too much! Go to sleep."
"But Jack…"
"It's an alternate reality, for crying out loud!" He insisted.
Finally, she smiled. "You're right. But I have one condition."
"Okay…" He said, hesitantly.
"Hold me."
He grinned. "Now that's one thing I can definitely do."
But even after he put his arms around her in a strong and protective embrace, it was a few hours before she returned to sleep.