Stargate SG1

by Anaika Skywalker

An alternate look at the episodes of Stargate SG1, starting at the end of the Movie and then on to 'Children of the Gods'. Completed.

11. Heroes

Title: Stargate SG-1

Author: Anaika Skywalker

Rating: T

Disclaimer: Don't own it, wish I did, I just like to play with SG-1 once and a while. I'll put them back when I'm finished. I promise.

Author's Note: This chapter begins after Death Knell and goes into Heroes and what happens after Heroes.

Winjan: Sorry it took so long, I had trouble starting and then I had to leave it for a while, my children started school, so they came first, but I'm glad you liked it.

Nightshae: Thanks for the review, it's not always easy to weave together the original story and my storylines but it's coming together. I'm glad your enjoying it.

Kittn: I've got to admit I really enjoyed writing scenes where I can have some fun. Sorry about the errors, my beta reader has given up on me, so I had to do the best I could. But I'm glad you loved it anyway.

Scottiedog: I've been thinking about how Cali is going to react to what will happen in 'The Lost City' and to be quiet honest, I'm struggling with how I'm going to write it. Maybe Cali wants to do the download instead of her dad? Now that could be interesting. And Jack can still save the world. He's good at that.

Roseofthegate: Hey, I'm happy you like the long chapters and I have to admit, I really enjoyed writing that last chapter, even if it did take me a while. Thanks for reading.

Letsgocubs27: I hope you received my email that explained everything for you; I know it can get a little confusing.

Deathzealot: Thanks for loving Cali, she is just a great character and I'm glad you think she's like Jack; I've tried hard to make her that way. As for Mayet knowing what a Tomcat is – um, maybe Jack didn't let Cali watch Top Gun? Okay, truthfully, I just put that in to see if anyone was awake and paying attention.

Stargate SG-1

Chapter Eleven: Heroes

Major Carter walked down the corridor of the SGC with Dr. Daniel Jackson. "How long is Cali going to be in Washington?"

"Two days," he answered.

"So, how come you're not going with her?"

"The President asked for Cali," Daniel revealed with a shrug. "Some thing to do with the way she handled things the last time she was in Washington."

Sam thought back. "I remember that, the President decided to disclose the Stargate program to the Chinese, British and French Ambassadors, Colonel Checkov was there as well," she recalled. "Cali went with the General and helped Major Davis with the presentation. She was the first alien they meet, but it was Thor who convinced them to keep their mouths shut."

"Yeah, she told me all about it," he remarked dryly. "Kinsey tried to convince the Ambassadors to let NID take over the SGC."

"And nearly did, from what I heard." Sam noted. They came to the elevator and when the doors opened, stepped in. Sam selected the level, the doors shut and it began to move. "How is Caleb going to handle Cali going?"

Daniel lent against the wall. "He's not too happy about it, but we've been talking about her going and Andy's been talking with him."

"Does he like his new school?"

"Yeah, he loves it, they challenge him, more then the old one," he said, his tone of voice changed when he spoke of his son, filled with love and pride. He and Cali had decided to send Caleb to a school for Gifted Students; the little boy amazed his new teachers, who had been made aware of a few things. Like who was to pick Caleb up and what the procedures were. General Hammond had the school checked out, along with all the teachers and staff. Security had gone through the school to make sure it was safe. Neither Daniel nor Cali cared if the Principle had thought they were being over protective, nor did the General. "And they ask a lot less questions then the last one."

Sam smiled. "Missed a few parent teacher meetings, huh?"

"Oh yeah, and the ones we were able to attend, were always interrupted by phones going off or beepers. That and the fact, Cali called one of his teachers an idiot, to his face."

"She didn't?"

"She did." Daniel said straight-faced. "The guy was an idiot through." He commented and smiled, making Sam laugh.

The elevator stopped and they walked out, heading up to the briefing room. The Colonel was already there with General Hammond, as were Cali and Teal'c, both had gone to P3X-789 after a message had come through the Stargate requesting Cali's presence. Of course Jack had said no way, which had been when Teal'c had volunteered to go with her.

They took their seats, Sam next to Jack and Daniel beside his wife, who sat next to Teal'c.

"Go a head, Dr. O'Neill," the General insisted.

She was sitting back in her chair, hands in her lap to resist the urge to take her husband's hand. "We arrived on P3X-789 and went to the colony – the Celtins have named it Serenity."

"Serenity," Jack was impressed. "Nice."

She smiled, as did everyone else. "We were met by Tolis as soon as we entered the city, he told us a visitor had come through the Gate and had asked if he could contact me. He took as to one of the research labs and found out the visitor was Mayet."

Daniel wasn't that surprised. "She said she'd contact us."

Cali nodded. "She's left the Tok'ra, only Selmac knows where she is."

"Did she say why, Dr. O'Neill?" Hammond asked her.

"She said she doesn't believe what the High Council is doing is right, she thinks if the Tok'ra continue on this path, it'll lead to their destruction."

"Mayet was most abundant," Teal'c agreed. "She said the Celtins offered her sanctuary."

"But how did they know she wasn't Goa'uld?" Sam inquired.

"Sergeant Anderson," Cali clarified. "He and his team are still on P3X-789, Mayet told him a few things that only Michael would know. It convinced the Celtins Mayet wasn't Goa'uld."

"So, she's just going to hang out at Serenity?" Jack asked.

"She's doing research, Juana was a genetic scientist before she became host to Mayet, together they're going to try and find a way to try and genetically create a symbiote. Juana has samples from Mayet, Selmac and a few other Tok'ra symbiotes," she hesitated for a moment. "She also took a sample of my DNA."

"Why?" Sam asked before the others could.

"She's going to try and isolate the Ancient gene, so she can replicate it, thus letting her use the Ancient equipment in the city that requires the gene," Cali explained, she rubbed her forehead wearily. "She seems to think once she can use all the equipment, she maybe able to accomplish what she's set out to do. And having been blended with me she has a good grasp on Ancient."

"And if she does manage to genetically create a symbiote, she could save the Tok'ra from extinction," the Major theorized.

Cali nodded. "Especially if she manages to create a Queen."

"Is that possible?" Jack wanted to know.

"I don't know, dad, she said she'll keep us in the loop," she answered, before addressing the General. "Sir, while we were there, Sergeant Anderson took us top side, he and his team have been doing some exploring in their spare time, and they found something interesting. An abandoned city."

"That wasn't in SG-3's original report," the General noted.

"I'm not surprised sir, I would have missed it if Michael hadn't pointed it out, it's well hidden."

"I too did not notice the structures until pointed out to me, General," Teal'c informed.

"Sir," Cali sat forward, resting her forearms on the table. "I know the Beta sit isn't exactly perfect for the training area, but this city would be, in fact sir, I think it would make a good base. I'd like to put a proposal together for the President."

Hammond sighed. It was a long shot. "All right, doctor, you have three hours before your flight leaves from Peterson. Write it up, I'll look at it before you leave."

"Thank you sir."

"While, Dr. O'Neill is in Washington, you'll take the team back to P3X-789 and see if Mayet requires any assistance and check out the abandoned city, Colonel."

"Yes sir," Jack agreed.

"Very well, dismissed."

Standing they went their separate ways, Daniel and Cali returned to their office, shutting the door, he drew her into his arms. "You look tired."

"I feel tired," she said, her voice muffled against his chest.

He chuckled softly and rubbed her back. "You can sleep on the way to Washington."

"Sounds a plan," she looked up. "I better get this proposal written up."

"I'll give you a hand."

"Thanks." She reluctantly let him go, and they got to it. Finishing both her report and the proposal.

Daniel glanced at his watch. "You'd better go and get ready."

"Yeah," she stood and stretched, her arms over her head, dropping them she turned and saw him watching her. She smiled. "Come give me a hand, I have it on good authority that the camera in our quarters is not working again."

He smiled. "Like the one in here?" He pointed out as he stood.

"That one hasn't worked for nearly five years," she revealed. "Dad had something to do with that."

"Really?" They left the office.

Cali tapped the two folders against her hand. "Mmm, ever since the incident with Ma'chello's Goa'uld killers."

"I didn't even notice."

"Neither did I," she admitted. "Not until Jonas pointed it out one day, dad told me then."

They entered the elevator, Daniel selected level 25 and the elevator moved. "Remind me to thank him."

"I will," she mused.

On level 25 they proceeded to their quarters, giving his wife a hand, meant Daniel ended up in the shower with her, which lead to a lot more and the two of them rushing to get dressed. Him back in his BDU's and Cali in a tailored charcoal gray skirt, white blouse, a tailored jacket to match her skirt and black healed shoes. She brushed and French braided her hair and applied a little make up. Grabbing the folders from the bed she slipped them into her briefcase, looking up to see Daniel with an awe-inspiring look on his face. "What?" She asked smiling.

"You look beautiful," he praised, he saw her so much in fatigues and BDU's that seeing her dressed up was a treat. Her toned arms and legs, her tiny waist; she had a figure women paid money to get and she had it naturally. She was gorgeous, his goddess.

Cali found herself blushing. "Thank you," she whispered.

Daniel grabbed her overnight bag, and then took her hand. "Lets go and see General Hammond."

She nodded and went with him, not caring that he held her hand. They took the elevator to level 27 and walked to the General's office, passing airman and marines noticed Cali, giving her smiled, some saying hello. By the time they walked into the General's office, Daniel had tightened his grip on his wife's hand.

Hammond looked up as they walked in. "Doctors."

Cali managed to free her hand; she took the two folders from her briefcase. "My report and the proposal, General."

He took both, leaving the report for later, he looked through the proposal. He could see she had a lot of confidence in this working by the detail; she'd included photos of the city she'd taken while she'd been on the planet and of the surrounding area. He could also see her husband's ideas at been incorporated as well. "All right, Doctor, you havea go to show this to the President," he looked to Daniel. "I'd like a copy of the proposal on my desk before you leave for P3X-789, Dr. Jackson."

"Yes sir."

He handed the proposal back to Cali, along with pre-discussed files. "Have a safe trip, Cali."

"Thank you sir,"

Daniel escorted his wife to the surface, an airman was waiting with a car, he took the overnight bag and briefcase, and putting them in the car he waited.

Cali gave her husband's hand a gentle squeeze. "I wish you were coming with me."

"I wish I was too," he drew her into his arms. "You'll be back before you know it."

She brushed her lips against his. "I love you."

"I love you too."

She took the handkerchief she knew was in his pocket and wiped the lipstick from his lips, giving it back to him. "I wouldn't want the Marines talking," she mused.

"It's not my color," he smirked.

"Ma'am, we have to be going." The airman announced.

She nodded. "See you when I get home."

"I'll be waiting."

Releasing his hand she went over to the car, the door was held open for her and she got in, the Airman closed it and hurried round to the driver's side, getting in. Cali gave her husband a smile and sat back in the seat as they drove away.

The flight to Washington was uneventful; Major Davis met the Air Force jet at Andrews. "Afternoon, Dr. O'Neill," he greeted taking her bag from the Airman.

"Afternoon Major," she said, keeping hold of her briefcase as she walked down the stairs, "how's Washington treating you?"

"Oh, you know," he shrugged, grinning. He showed her to the car. "I'll take you to the hotel to freshen up, you have an appointment with the President at 16:30."

"Great," she got into the car, doing it gracefully in her skirt.

Paul Davis shut the door and opened the back one, throwing her bag in he shut it and hurried round to the drives side, getting it. He drove her to the hotel, the Hyatt, carrying her bag in.

"So what did I do to rank this attention?" She asked quietly as walked across the lobby.

"The President thought you'd like it," Paul answered, with that smug smile of his. She rolled her eyes at him, arriving at the desk. He addressed the concierge. "Room booking for Dr. O'Neill-Jackson."

The woman checked the computer and smiled at Cali. "Welcome to Washington, Dr. O'Neill-Jackson, you have the deluxe suite."

"Thank you."

She handed her the door card key, giving her the floor and room number. "Enjoy your stay."

"I'm sure I will, thank you," Cali said and followed Paul, glancing at the card key in her hand. "The deluxe suite all to myself."

"Well, like I said, the President thought you'd like it."

"If I'd known, I would have insisted Daniel had come with me instead of going… out of the country," she grumbled.

Paul chuckled. "Maybe next time," he saw her cringe at the comment. Then heard her name being called as they reached the elevator both turned, seeing a man in his thirties hurrying over to them.

Cali remembered him from college. "Dr. Marcus Elliot," she whispered and forced a smile.

Marcus Elliot was happy to see her. "Cali O'Neill, what a surprise," he welcomed.

"Hello Marcus," she greeted, giving him a peck on the cheek, as he kissed hers.

"What are you doing in Washington, last I heard you were still in Colorado Springs?" He asked her, eyeing the Air Force officer at her side wearily.

"Work," she answered, ignoring that. "How are you and Amy?"

"We're great, Amy would love to see you, are you going to be in town long?"

"A couple of days," she answered.

The elevator arrived and Paul touched her arm gently. "Dr. O'Neill-Jackson, we have to go."

She nodded and looked back to Marcus, smiling at the fact Paul had used both names. "I really have to go, perhaps we can have dinner before I leave."

"Amy and I would like that, I'll leave a message at the desk." He insisted.

"All right," she stepped into the elevator with Paul. "It was good to see you again, Marcus."

"You too, Cali."

When the doors closed, she sighed and looked to Paul. "Thank you, he's a nice guy, but a little over barring."

"No problem."

Once they got to the room, she opened the door she walked in a head of Paul, looking around the suite. "Nice."

He chuckled and shut the door. "It's clean, our people went through it."

She nodded and took the bag from him; going into the bedroom she put it on the bed, leaving her briefcase sitting beside it. She walked back out. "Were you given the duty of being my escort for the duration of my stay?"

"Yes."

She removed her jacket, leaving it over the back of the chair; she sat down, crossing one leg over the other. "Do you know why the President asked to see me?"

Paul sat down. "No."

"You're a terrible liar, Paul, spill," she ordered, teasing.

He smiled. "I believe it has to do with the 1000th trip through the Stargate."

"How so?"

"I don't know, Cali, honestly."

She nodded and glanced at her watch. "I guess I'll go and freshen up," she uncrossed her legs and stood gracefully. "I won't be long." He nodded and she walked into the bedroom, freshening up, she grabbled her briefcase and returned to the living room slipping her jacket back on. "All right Major, let's go dazzle the President."

Paul found that amusing, he stood. "Yes Ma'am, Dr. O'Neill-Jackson."

She laughed softly. "Thanks for saying that in front of Marcus, by the way," she said as they left the room, Cali shoving the door keycard in her briefcase.

"How do you know him?" He asked as they entered the elevator.

"College, he and his wife received their doctorates the same time as I did," she explained. "They were some of the few who didn't resent the fact I'd managed to get three masters degrees and three doctorates in such a short period of time." She shrugged it off. "Amy is nice, she knows how to handle Marcus. Last I heard they were setting up a collection at the New York Museum."

"I take it they didn't know you were married?"

"No. Nor do they know I work for the Air Force. Your being with me was enough to having him wondering."

The elevator stopped and they walked out, two secret service agents were waiting for them in the lobby, they walked over to them. "Major Davis, Dr. O'Neill-Jackson. Secret Service, sir, ma'am, if you'll come this way."

Cali arched and eyebrow as she and Paul were escorted out. "I'm getting a little concerned here, Major," she whispered.

"General Hammond did mention you were carrying confidential, top secret papers," he informed. "The President thought this was a good idea."

"Oh."

They were escorted out of the hotel and into a limousine and driven to the White House, being taken directly to the Oval office.

President Barrett smiled welcoming them. "Dr. O'Neill-Jackson, Major Davis."

Cali smiled. "Mr. President."

Paul was a little stiffer. "Sir."

"Relax Major before you hurt yourself," Barrett ordered and gestured for them to sit, alone in the office they could talk freely. "So what confidential papers have your brought with you, Cali?"

She opened her briefcase and removed a number of folders. "General Hammond asked me to deliver these to you and," she removed her proposal, leaving her briefcase by her feet. "This is a proposal for a training site on P3X-789, to replace the temporary one we have at the Beta site at the moment, Mr. President."

He left the files from the General on the coffee table and took her proposal, opening it, he glanced through it, asking. "Is P3X-789 secure?"

"Yes sir, the main population lives beneath the surface in a city built by the ancients, the city we're proposing for the training base is above surface and if your not looking for it, then you won't find it, sir." She revealed.

"Interesting," Barrett said looking over the proposal, he looked up. "Who do you propose to run this off world training base?"

"Lt. Colonel Lou Ferretti, I've included his record," Cali answered and sat forward. "Mr. President, this base will be self-sufficient, it will be powered by a Naquada generator, all food will be grown on world, the Celtins have agreed to help, some of their people have began farming on the surface and sir, this planet is under the protection of the Asgard's."

The President sat back in his chair, closing the file. "You've sold me, Cali," he told her. "I'll put it to the Joint Chiefs. Well done."

"Thank you sir," she sat back a little relieved. "Mr. President, can I ask why I was invited to Washington?"

He smiled. "I'm sure Major Davis has mentioned the 1000th trip through the Stargate," he saw her nod. "I'd like it documented, in hope that one day when the world is ready to acknowledge the truth, they can see what the men and women went through to keep our planet safe."

"How are you going to have it documented, sir?" She inquired.

"Have you heard of a reported named Emmet Bregman?"

Cali shook her head. "No, but I don't get to watch a lot of television."

"Then I think you should meet him," Barrett got up and walked over to his desk and picked up the phone. "Send Mr. Bregman in," he ordered and then hung up. Moving around the desk as the door open and a man was shown in, the door closing behind him. "Mr. Bregman."

"Mr. President, this is an honor."

Barrett forced a smile. "Join us," he insisted and returned to the lounge area, sitting down. Waiting until the reporter had too. "I take it you've been briefed, Mr. Bregman?"

"Yes, sir, I'm a little stunned, Mr. President."

"Well let me stun you even more," Barrett declared. "Emmet Bregman, Dr. Cali O'Neill-Jackson of SG-1."

Bergman was flustered, he hadn't expected the beautiful creature sitting with the Air Force officer to be a part of it. He held out his hand. "I'm shocked, it's … wow."

Cali tired not to cringe as she shook his hand. "Thank you, I think."

"I'm sorry, I just wasn't expecting someone so… beautiful," the reporter exclaimed.

She ignored him. "Mr. President I really don't think this is a good idea."

"I'm sorry Cali, but Mr. Bregman has my full support on this, I have orders for General Hammond for you to deliver to him."

"Sir, we've had our fair share of trouble with reporters and camera crew," she mentioned.

"I realize that, which is why the camera crew will be Air Force personnel." Barrett informed.

Cali sighed and muttered in Abydonian, shaking her head.

Emmet Bregman was confused. "I'm sorry, what language are you speaking?"

"Abydonian, Mr. Bregman," she told him. "My native language."

"Your from Egypt?"

She laughed softly. "No, Mr. Bregman, I'm from the planet Abydos, in the Callen galaxy."

He thought she was joking. "You're…. You're an alien?"

"Dr. O'Neill-Jackson is the last of her people Mr. Bregman," Major Davis stated. "Thousands of years ago they were taken from Earth through the Stargate by Ra to the planet Abydos."

Cali sat forward again. "Let me give you the short version Mr. Bregman. My mother was from Chulak, she was chosen by Apophis to give birth to a child that would one day be the host for his new Queen. She saved a man that came through the Stargate and nursed him to health. They fell in love and I was conceived, Apophis found out about him and had him killed, my mother, pregnant with me escaped to Abydos where I was born. She died when I was fourteen and I was brought up the daughter of the Chief. Some time later, Colonel O'Neill came through the Stargate with a team, that included my husband, Dr. Daniel Jackson. With their help we defeated Ra and won our freedom. I returned with Colonel O'Neill, who adopted me, we later found out the man my father saved was his brother. As a member of SG-1, I fight to keep Earth safe from the Goa'uld. If we didn't, you wouldn't be sitting here today, you'd be dead or wishing to whatever God you believe in that you were." She picked up her briefcase and stood, the men did so quickly too. "If you'll excuse me Mr. President, I've had a long day and right now I don't feel very well."

Barrett nodded. "Major Davis will escort you back to the hotel, I'll have the orders for General Hammond brought to your hotel room in the morning. The jet will be ready to return you to Colorado Springs tomorrow afternoon."

"Thank you Mr. President." She walked out of the office along with the Major.

Emmet Bregman was astounded. He looked to the President. "I take it she's not too happy about this?"

"Don't let her good looks fool you Mr. Bregman, Cali O'Neill-Jackson is a valuable member of SG-1, the flag team of the SGC. She and her husband are responsible for helping take down a number of system lords, some single handedly. She is as deadly as she is beautiful." Barrette informed. "And she is not the only one who will be reluctant to talk to you."

Bregman sighed and frowned. "I guess I have my work cut out for me then, Mr. President."

"Yes Mr. Bregman you do."

A week later:

General Hammond sighed as Colonel Rundell, the Public Affairs Liaison for Cheyenne Mountain; left his office.

Dr. Cali O'Neill looked up from the notes she was making; she knew the General wasn't happy about this. She knew because she'd delivered the orders. "Do you want me to leave sir?"

"No, stay, Cali," he insisted and gestured to the folder and note pad she had. "Make sure…"

She smiled. "Unless he can read Abydonian sir, its just scribbles on a page," she informed lightly and went back to jotting down notes about what they'd been discussing.

There was a knock and Rundell entered with Emmet Bregman. "General Hammond, sir, this is Mr. Bregman," the Colonel introduced and handed the General a folder.

Emmet grinned excitedly, he hadn't expected to find the archaeologist in the office, but it didn't matter. "I'm very excited to be here, sir," he held out his hand, only to be ignored, he dropped it.

Hammond opened the folder, skimming it. "You may find that we're not all quite as giddy as you are about this project, Mr. Bregman."

The reporter heard Cali giggle quietly, frowning, ignoring that, to glance at what she was writing, not being able to make head or tail out of it. He addressed the General once more. "Giddy? Uh… I, well, I'm personally and professionally, uh, excited, I think I said 'excited' to he here, General," he remarked. "I haven't been giddy since, well, you don't want to know about that."

"No," Hammond agreed bluntly.

"No," he repeated awkwardly.

"I just want to be clear as I can up front," the General began.

"Sure," the reporter interrupted.

"Your presence is highly unorthodox, and I will not le it threaten the security of any ongoing missions or the safety of my people," Hammond continued as if he hadn't been interrupted.

"Well," Emmet remarked jocularly, smiling. I've already been frisked three times. We can make it a fourth time. You can do it personally, get to know each other better, General, if you want…" his voice faded as he realized he'd crossed the line. "I'm sorry."

"I consider it my responsibility to protect my peoples interests," Hammond said in a no nonsense tone of voice.

"I understand that."

"And quiet frankly, I feel it's appropriate to warn you that no none around here wants to be part of your little reality show."

"Oh I see," Emmet was offended. "You know General, I think you're probably well aware that there were film cameras on the beaches of Normandy decades before 'Survivor' debuted on CBS. And personally, I think it's an outrageous oversight that the Stargate Program hasn't been chronicled up to this point."

The General saw Cali sit up straight in her chair, the disgust on her face as she put everything on his desk. He held up a hand, stopping her. "Mr. Bregman, the Stargate Program is Top Secret," he said calmly, trying to defuse the situation as quickly as he could. "Only a handful of people will see anything you shoot."

"So far, General, so far," the reporter corrected him. "Eventually, inevitably this program is going to be disclosed to the American people and the whole world, and I'd like to think that this little film we're doing here might in someway provide insight into what's really been going on here for the last six years."

Cali had heard enough, turning a little in her seat. "What's really been going on?"

He chuckled without humor, finding her remark, let alone her presence a concern. "You know what, Mrs. O'Neill-Jackson."

"That is Doctor O'Neill-Jackson." General Hammond almost snapped out.

Emmet stared at him, taken back. "What?"

"Mr. Bregman, you know as well as I do, her salutation is doctor, you will address her as Dr. O'Neill or Dr. O'Neill-Jackson. Just because she isn't military, don't disrespect her."

Swallowing hard, Emmet realized he'd over stepped the boundaries again, this wasn't a good start, not a good one at all. "I apologize Dr. O'Neill," he said sincerely. Then spoke to the General. "Sir, I respect what you're doing here. I can even respect that you want me out of here, but the President of the United States invited me to do this."

"You see that red phone?" Hammond asked him fed up. "You wouldn't be here if he hadn't."

"Well, then, I hope I can expect the full cooperation of you and your personnel."

"To the letter of these orders," Hammond agreed tapping the folder.

Emmet nodded. "To the letter. I see. I see. Thank you."

"You have high expectation to meet," the General concluded.

Seeing the meeting was over, Emmet left the office with a grim expression.

Rundell came to attention. "General." He acknowledged and then left.

Hammond sighed. "Damn it."

"Sir," Cali sat forward. "It'll be all right," she gave him a smile and gathered her things. "I'll have this written up for you."

He gave her a weary smile. "Thank you, Cali."

She nodded; she was becoming used to him addressing her by her given name. "Excuse me sir," she said and left his office, taking the stairs to level 28 she caught up with her father. "Dad."

Jack stopped. "Hey kiddo."

"We got an approval for Serenity base," she reported. "Colonel Ferretti has accepted the position and is getting his staff together, he wants to know if you have any recommendations." She reported as they walked together. "He also asked if Daniel and I had recommendations for a linguist, one who knows Goa'uld. He thought it might be a good idea if the Marines knew more then just swear words."

Jack chuckled. "I wonder who taught them those."

Cali smiled innocently. "I have no idea," she smirked. "Colonel Ferretti is coming to go over our ideas for Serenity tomorrow, he said I had to make sure your sorry ass was there too."

"Hey, there is nothing sorry about my ass," Jack gripped and saw Emmet Bregman and the film crew ahead with Colonel Rundell. "Crap."

Cali hurried to keep up with her dad as he walked a little quicker. She knew he didn't want to be apart of the documentary.

"Colonel O'Neill. Hi I'm…" Emmet stated.

Jack interrupted him, not breaking his stride, which meant the reporter had to nearly run to keep up. "I like vanilla over chocolate. My favorite color is par ado I think Tibet should be free and if I could have dinner with anyone in the world, it'd be Marry Steenburgen." He walked into the elevator with his daughter.

Emmet stopped quickly. "No-no, I'm just trying…" he held the elevator door open. "Marry Steenburgen?"

"I think she's hot." Jack remarked and heard his daughter chuckle.

"No, no. Look, I'm just trying to get a minute..."

Jack pressed the elevator door button again. "Look, I really don't have time at the moment."

"Can you…" the reporter kept the doors open. "No, no, I'm…"

"I've got a briefing to go to."

"I understand, I'm Emmet," he held out his hand to Jack, who coughed into his right hand and then went to shake his hand. Emmet pulled his hand back, laughing good-naturedly. Stumbling slightly as the doors started to close on him again, he pushed them back. "Now long, I'm not going to be able to get a perspective on this whole Stargate Program without you, Colonel. So when is a good time for you?"

"Any time's good," Jack informed. "Just, uh, send me a memo." He added and gave the reporter a shove backwards, letting the doors shut.

Cali couldn't help but laugh. "Memo?"

"Yeah," he saw the amused look on her face. "What?"

"You have a briefing?"

"Well, you're briefing me," he declared and she just chuckled.

Sam's interview:

Sam waited nervously as the Airman attacked the small microphone to the neck of her long sleeve black t-shirt.

Emmet Bregman aw it, indication to Wickenhouse. "Don't worry about it, he only looks unprofessional," he jeered and saw the weak smile she gave him. "You know Major, General Hammond warned me that people might be a little less than enthusiastic about this."

"Yeah, we did have a bad experience with a T.V. crew last year," she admitted and jumped a little as the airman attached the microphone power pack to her belt at her back.

"The Prometheus incident," Emmet said without taking any notice of her discomfort. "I know that that Air Force insisted on their own crew for that reason."

"I think you might also be sensing reluctance from people around here to put themselves up on a pedestal," she said and frowned as Wickenhouse still fiddled with the microphone. "I mean we're just doing our jobs."

"Just a job?" Emmet exclaimed. "Well, I consider it my job to put you up on a pedestal 'cause this job looks to me to be nothing short of extraordinary. And for what I read of your file, the same can be said about you personally."

Sam blushed, embarrassed. "See, now I'm blushing."

"So you are. Then we should start, I'll look good on camera," he said moving to his seat off camera, sitting down. "All right, lets go guys." He looked to Sam. "Are you ready?"

She sat down and cleared her throat. "No."

Dale James held a light meter near her, checking the readings.

"What are you doing?" Emmet asked him. "We don't need a light meter, the woman is glowing, let's get rolling."

Chuckling Dale hurried back behind the camera. "We're rolling."

"Sound?"

"Rolling." Shep Wickenhouse announced.

"Okay," Emmet began. "Major Samantha Carter, U.S. Air Force, astrophysicist. Considered the foremost expert on the Stargate. You've explored territory that no one on Earth, in the history of Earth has ever seen, and you've fought an enemy that no one on Earth has ever, imagined," he paused as she squirmed uncomfortably in her seat at his praise, nodding. "Major Samantha Carter, meet the six and a half billion people of the planet Earth."

Sam stared at the camera and gulped, suddenly she found she wanted to be sick. "Hi."

Emmet just smiled. "Major, you've been involved with the Stargate Program for six, nearly seven years. You're a part of SG-1, the flag team, what is that like?"

"It's um, interesting, dangerous at times," she answered. "We've made first contact with a lot of humans and non humans on a lot of planets."

"What was your first trip through the Stargate like?"

"Cold," she answered, trying not to stare at the camera. "Um, it was over faster then I though, but it was cold coming out the other end."

"That first trip was to Abydos, correct?"

She nodded. "We went through to retrieve Dr. Jackson."

"Both Colonel O'Neill and Dr. O'Neill were on that first mission as well, correct?" Emmett asked her.

Sam nodded again. "Though, Cali, Dr. O'Neill hadn't received her doctorates at that time, she was only nineteen, but the fact Abydos was her home planet was reason enough to take her with us."

"What did you think of Dr. O'Neill, your first impressions?"

"Um, I thought she was young, a little too young, but I quickly came to realize she was a very capable and very intelligent and over the years she's proven herself countless times. She's a valuable member of SG-1 and I consider her a part of my family."

"Did you at any time, during those first few months feel you were over your head?"

"No," Sam answered quickly, feeling a little more relaxed. "God no, we knew it wasn't going to be easy, but I never felt like I was over my head. Not here or off world. Though you occasionally feel like you're got the world on your shoulders, or two worlds sometimes as the case may be." She gave him a nervous smile, wondering what else he was going to ask her.

Daniel's interview:

The documentary crew was set up on level 18, recording Emmet Bregman and Daniel as they walked down the corridor together.

"I don't think I've asked the following question before in my entire career," the reporter began. "But, what was it like to be… well, dead?"

Daniel bristled a little, walking with his hands in the pockets of his blue BDU's. "I wasn't exactly dead."

"Oh, you were – what was the word? You were, transcended?"

"Ascended." Daniel corrected.

"Ascended." Emmett repeated.

"Yeah. Well, actually, I did have the unfortunate experience of, um, dying, first. Uh, slowly and… and quite painfully, first, I might add."

Emmet opened his folder and looked at the file he had in there, not noticing Daniel was looking at it over his shoulder. It was his file. "Well, in your mission file, it says your human… I'm quoting here, your human body; 'transformed into energy. A bight white light rose above the hospital bed.' Is that - "

Daniel nodded. "Yeah."

"… accurate?" he finished and then asked. "So could you, Dr. Jackson, could you. I don't know…. Elaborate? I mean what – what did it feel like?"

"Well, I don't know," Daniel, said mumbling a little. "I - I really don't remember much after that." His beeper went off and he pulled it out, having a look, reading the message. "Will you excuse me?"

"Yeah," Emmet agreed.

Daniel shoved the beeper back and his pocket and took off down the hall running, leaving the startled reporter standing there. Emmet came out of it and gestured to the crew to follow as he starts running too. "Follow him. Come on, come on!" He ordered and they raced after Daniel, who was dashing down the corridors, the camera crew chasing him the whole time. "Move. Move! Move!" The reporter yelled and spotted the archaeologist in his office, gesturing for the crew to follow him in.

Daniel had forgotten about them, he pulled the fax out, reading it as he coughed slightly.

Before Emmet could get anywhere near him, Cali O'Neill dashed into the room. "Make a hole," she ordered and went over to her husband. "It came though?"

He nodded and held the fax so she could see it too.

"Doctor Jackson. Doctor O'Neill. What is it?"

"It's uh, the mask fragment we collected from P3X- "

"I'm sorry, could you slow down?" Emmet asked him.

Daniel took a breath and enunciated. "The mask fragment we collected from P3X-298."

"It was carbon-dated to match the pre-dynastic period of Egypt here on Earth," Cali continued, not breaking her husband's sentence as she read the fax too.

"And could, what does?" Emmet moved a little, gesturing to the camera crew. "Could you get a close shot of this?"

Daniel held the fax up, so the cameraman could see it:

INTERNAL FAX

Pages 1 of 1

To. Dr. Daniel Jackson and Dr. Cali O'Neill

Fax # Local # 776

LABORATORY RESULTS

Dr. Daniel Jackson and Dr. Cali O'Neill

After extensive carbon testing of the main fragment that was collected from planet P3X-298, we find that it is to be dated to match the pre-dynastic period of Egypt on Earth. Official results to be sent to your laboratory…

The rest was covered by Daniel's hand, but Dale James got what he could of it.

"What is the, uh … what is the significance of that?" Emmet asked the two archaeologists.

Daniel stared at him innocently, as his wife took the fax. "It's fascinating."

He couldn't believe this. "It's fasc… Okay," he looked to the crew. "Back up. Back up." He ordered and then looked back to Daniel and Cali, who stood there looking relaxed. "Uh, that's it? It's fascinating? Then why were we running?"

"Oh, uh, I just wanted to see if you'd chase me." Daniel admitted and Cali didn't contain her smirk, as he stood there with a deadpan look on his face, before they ignored him and went back to reading the fax, talking between themselves in Abydonian.

Emmet waved the crew off in annoyance, shaking his head. "Okay. Turn it off. Turn it off. Get that mike away from me. Turn it off!"

Cali's interview:

Cali was perched on the edge of her desk watching as the documentary crew fiddled around, her husband's interview was still fresh in her mind, they'd laughed like anything after they'd gotten home and he told her the full story. Now it was her turn, she promised not to touch the fax machine and her husband would not come running unless it was a full-blown emergency.

She ignored them and got up, wondering over to the other side of the office, to where their lab was set up. She found the small sphere SG-15 had brought back for her to look over; it had ancient writing on it. She held it in her hand, letting it rest on her palm. It looked like a pain black sphere; the inscription had been translated as a puzzle of the mind. Surface is possibly black marble, she thought to herself. Lets see what you do. She closed her eyes and relaxed, concentrating on the sphere. If it contained ancient technology, it would react to the ancient gene in her body.

Emmet had been watching her, he tapped Dale James on the shoulder and gestured for him to turn around, and the Sergeant did and started filming. The sphere in Cali's hand started to hover above her palm and started to spin.

She opened her eyes. Interesting, she thought and started to make some notes, the sphere remained hovering in the air spinning as she totally forgot about Emmet and the crew. She watched it spin for a moment, before she arched an eyebrow and held out her hand again and it flew over to it. She chuckled, realizing what she had.

"How are you doing that?" Emmet asked finally.

The sphere dropped into hand and she straightened. "It's a toy, Mr. Bregman, it's supposed to do that."

"A toy?"

"A toy," she remarked and put it back on the table, seeing the camera was already on. "Are you ready now?"

"Yes," he saw she wasn't going to comment any further. "Um all right," he opened his folder and glanced at the file he had on her. "Dr. Cali O'Neill, you and your husband are head of the Archaeology and Cultural department here at the SGC." He saw her nod and continued. "You completed three masters degrees and then went on to get your doctorates, while working here?"

She nodded. "That's right."

"Your only what twenty-five, nearly twenty-six," he found that incredible. "That's pretty amazing."

Cali shrugged. "I have a photographic memory and an IQ around 150."

He was taken back. "Well, um, you also speak 23 languages."

"Twenty-three Earth languages," she corrected. "And about five, six, alien languages fluently, a couple enough to get by."

Emmet was impressed. "You're an alien yourself."

She nodded, not finding that unusual. "I'm from Abydos."

"You were brought to Earth by Colonel O'Neill, who adopted you," he saw her nod again. "Could you even speak English when you arrived?"

"Um, only a few words, Dr. Langford and her staff taught me English and what I'd need to know. They wanted to make sure I would be all right once I went home with dad." Cali revealed.

"Dad is Colonel O'Neill, correct?" It was a rhetorical question.

"Yes, he adopted me."

"You've also had the experience of ascending," Emmet pointed out.

Cali nodded. "I had to, um, die first," she admitted. "Rather painfully."

"What was that like, Dr. Jackson said he doesn't have any memories of what happened to him?"

"Um, it was painful, I was poisoned and my body was slowly shutting down," she hesitated; she really didn't want to remember it. "Then I felt the pain bleed away and I felt at peace."

"And after that?" Emmet pushed.

"Um, standing naked in the Gate room, very cold," she lied, chewing her bottom lip. She saw Wickenhouse grin at the comment, blushing. "Luckily dad had ordered the room sealed and the blast doors closed and Daniel was willing to give up his shirt."

"So you don't remember being ascended?"

"I, um remember feeling like I really needed to do something important and the need to go home," she added. "Other then that, no."

Emmet decided to move on. "You have two sons, Chris and Caleb."

Cali agreed. "Chris is adopted and Caleb is our natural son."

"How do they handle you being a part of all this?"

"They, um, know about the Stargate and what it does."

"How is that possible?"

"That's classified, Mr. Bregman," she informed and before any more could be said, the phone started ringing. "Excuse me." She walked over to the desk and answered it. "O'Neill…. I'll be right there sir… No it's no problem, General." She hung up and turned. "This is over." She told them bluntly. "Out, please."

Emmet didn't move. "Perhaps we could wait for Dr. Jackson," he suggested, then saw the look on the young woman's face. "Maybe not. Thank you, Dr. O'Neill." He turned to James. "Turn it off."

Colonel Rundell ushered them out as fast as he could.

Cali sighed and rubbed her temples, waiting until they'd all gone before leaving herself, shutting the door to the office. She hurried to the elevator and went in, pressing the button for level 27. Leaning against the wall as the elevator moved, when it stopped again and the doors opened, she hurried out and went straight to the briefing room. Hearing voices as she approached, she smiled and walked in. "Colonel Ferretti."

Colonel Lou Ferretti grinned. "Hey kiddo," he greeted.

She hurried over and gave him a hug. "Hi Lou."

He held her close, knowing she was a little frazzled. "You okay, Cal."

"Yeah, I just had my interview," she stepped back.

Daniel came over to her. "Don't let it get to you."

She nodded. "I'm trying."

Lou could see it was time to lighten the mood. "I see your dad managed to dragged his sorry ass here for this."

Cali chuckled and Jack frowned, protesting. "Lets leave my sorry ass out of this."

"Especially when it's not so sorry," a feminine voice remarked, and Andrea Gibson came up the stairs.

Jack grinned at the psychologist. "Thank you, doc."

"You're welcome sir," she mused coming further into the room. She held out her hand to Ferretti. "Dr. Andrea Gibson, I'm going to be reviewing your staff and yourself, sir. To make sure you're all mentally fit."

"Well, doc, I'm happy to put myself in your hands," Lou flirted.

Cali groaned and rolled her eyes, as everyone else chuckled.

Dr. Andrea Gibson's interview:

Emmet Bregman waited while his crew set up, making notes, they'd gotten shoved out of the control room while doing another interview with Major Carter because an SG team was departing. At least they couldn't be kicked out of the psychologist's office or he hoped not.

Andrea for her part, sat behind her desk and waited, studying all of them and what they were doing. She'd gotten the low down from Sam, Daniel and Cali about their interviews and how the Colonel was carefully avoiding his all together. Teal'c was yet to do his, and knowing the Jaffa, it would be an interesting interview. She had a feeling they weren't going to get match out of him.

Emmet cleared his throat. "We're ready doctor."

She smiled. "Go a head Mr. Bregman."

"Rolling." Dale informed.

The reporter started. "Dr. Andrea Gibson, you're the resident psychologist for the SGC and from your file I see you're also a qualified aviator."

"Yes," she nodded. "I don't fly in combat any more, but I keep my hours up."

"So what is it like being the psychologist for the SGC, more specific SG-1?"

"It's a challenge," she admitted. "No team is the same and they handle things a little differently."

"You've been, um, off world, is that correct?" Emmet asked her.

"Yes, I've had the chance."

"What does a psychologist do on another planet?"

"I evaluated teams, how they react under stress. I also advise and counsel humans on other planets who have asked for our help." Andrea said calmly.

Emmet glanced at his notes and her file. "You recently went to the planet Langara and counseled a Dr. Jonas Quinn and his assistant."

Andrea nodded. "Dr. Quinn is a former member of SG-1."

"So you know Dr. Quinn well," he retorted.

She smiled, not taking the bait. "As I said, Dr. Quinn is a former member of SG-1, he returned to his planet to sit on their ruling council."

"Do you counsel members of SG-1 on a regular bases?"

"Mr. Bregman I can't discuss my patients with you."

"But you do counsel them?" He pushed.

"Mr. Bregman, I've counseled every team, either as a team or individually. That's why I'm here," Andrea stated.

He nodded, giving her a fake smile. "Do you socialize outside of work with certain team members."

"What time I have, I spend with my daughter." Andrea told him a little fed up; she glanced at her watch. "I'm sorry Mr. Bregman, you're going to have to leave. I have a patient due."

He nodded again, seeing this was non-negotiable. "Thank you doctor," he turned to Dale James and signed for him to turn the camera off.

Daniel's interview (2):

Daniel was bored and a little distracted; he should have been in the briefing room with Cali, going over the candidates for Serenity's linguist. Instead the documentary crew was interviewing him again.

Finally Emmet Bregman was given the go ahead to begin. "Great, um, Dr. Jackson… I'm just gonna…Your memory was erased when you returned to let's – I'm quoting here: 'human form'. That sounds completely idiotic," he remarked and addressed Rundell. "Could you remind me? Make a note. I have to re-ask that question," he asked and then turned back to Daniel as the Air Force office made the note. "Just, sorry, could, you, you know? What could you tell us about all of that?"

Daniel raised his eyebrows at the stupidity of the question. "Not much."

Emmet signed, becoming annoyed. "Okay, well, can you tell us a little bit about what things were like before that?"

"Oh, well thankfully, I have most of those memories back," Daniel remarked. "There are still a few… holes." He glanced away lost in though.

"Okay," Emmet read form his notes. " 'The Pharaohs of the Fourth Dynasty did not build the pyramids'."

"No, no, they didn't," Daniel, responded quickly with conviction. "They're actually landing pads for Goa'uld motherships."

"No, I'm quoting from a speech that you made before you were introduced to the Stargate," Emmet informed. "Now, I presume that at the time, you knew nothing about landing platforms or motherships, right?"

"Right. No." Daniel agreed puzzled.

"Until you were introduced to Catherine Langford…."

"Right."

"And she's the one who introduced you to the Stargate program…"

"Right." Daniel repeated.

"So why?"

"Why what?" He asked back confused.

Emmet sighed in frustration. "Um, why did she do that?"

"I don't know. You'd have to ask her," Daniel said calmly.

"Okay, fine," Emmet, said after a pause. "Maybe I'll ask her. Is she transcended or ascended, or something like that?"

"No, uh, retired actually, but, uh, you never know," he teased, grinning and then noted the camera was still on, and looked down, studying is desk.

Clearing his throat, the reporter continued. "Let's move on, shell we," he suggested and saw Daniel look up and nod. He checked his notes again and then asked. "You and Dr. O'Neill were married on Abydos."

"Yes, by Kasuf, her Abydonian adopted father." Daniel clarified.

He looked at his notes again. "And you were also married to her adopted sister, Sha're?"

"Yes."

Emmet was a little confused. "Who was also Dr. O'Neill's life partner," he looked confused. "What is a life partner?"

"On Abydos the term can be related to a person who looks after another person, like a father or mother," Daniel explained. "Or as it was with Sha're and Cali, two people who have an emotion and physical bond."

The reporter stared at him shocked. "You're saying they were lovers?"

Daniel nodded quickly. "Fascinating isn't it, by Abydonian law, a woman was aloud to take a husband, even while having a life partner, after her marriage was consummated, then her husband and life partner consummate their relationship, which is followed by the three of them consummate their relationship, binding the three of them together."

"And this is what happened?"

"Um, no. Sha're and Cali were already together on Abydos. I married Sha're and Cali returned to Earth with Colonel O'Neill. A year or so later, Sha're was taken by the Goa'uld and I returned to Earth." Daniel explained, not daunted by it at all. "Cali and I realized we had a bond and eventually I became her life partner too. Then when Sha're died, Cali automatically became my wife by Abydonian law. We went through the ceremony as a matter of respect for Sha're."

Emmet sat there with his mouth hanging open. "So your marriage is not legal on Earth?"

"Um no, but as far as we're concerned, we're married," Daniel said casually, he was enjoying this. Grinning, his blue eyes sparkling with amusement.

Teal'c interview:

The monitor showed Teal'c sitting patiently waiting for Emmet Bergman to begin, the reporter seemed nervous.

"So, I'm just reading your file here," he started. It's fascinating. I suppose I should as you immediately here. You – you're an alien." He didn't get any kind of response from the Jaffa. "I mean, well, not to you. But to us you would be… Not that it's unusual around here, after all Colonel O'Neill's daughter is an alien…. Anyway, uh, you were the highest ranking officer, uh, in the service of one of our alien enemies, and your turned against them." Teal'c didn't respond or even more. Which confused the reporter a little. "Why did you turn against them… wh- when you did?"

When he didn't get a response, Emmet sighed and glanced back to Rundell, who was standing behind him. The Colonel shrugged, his crew was just as mystified. He looked back and tried again. "I mean, could – sorry, why are you sitting there if you don't intend to answer any of my questions?"

"Because I was requested to by General Hammond." Teal'c informed.

"I see. And he didn't happen to mention to you that part of the interview process involved actually saying something?"

"No."

Emmett squirmed in his seat in frustration. "Okay, um, all right. Let's try this," he said, shifting tactics. "Colonel Jack O'Neill. You must have a tremendous amount of respect for him." He didn't get a response. "Or maybe you don't," he muttered. "Let me rephrase. Uh, Colonel Jack O'Neill is, uh, your immediate superior… okay, maybe not in terms of species… He's your commanding officer."

"Indeed." Teal'c said bluntly.

"Good! Okay! Good, good. Uh terrific, let's move forward. And is there anything that you can tell us about him?" Emmet asked excited that he'd made a break through.

"If you wish to learn of Colonel O'Neill, perhaps you should interview Colonel O'Neill." Teal'c suggested.

"Okay. Thanks. That's a good idea. Thank you very much," Emmet said flatly, being a little sarcastic. "I want to ask you just let me as you…" he realized Teal'c had stood and was walking away. "Where are you going?"

Teal'c didn't answer, he just walked out of his quarters and kept going.

"Okay, I guess we're done," Emmet declared. "Let's get out of here."

"Apparently Bregman got the whole exchange on tape," Cali told her husband as they sorted through various items, pre-packing their backpacks. Supplies, both medical and survival were scattered across their worktable.

"The whole limp dick, son of a bitch, comment?" Daniel asked her, continuing with what he was doing.

"The whole thing," she mused. "Lou told me, he and dad went back to this place last night and after a few beers he blurted the lot out."

"And we missed it," he jeered.

"Maybe we can convince Sergeant James to give us a copy," she said with a grin as she repacked her medical supplies.

Emmet Bregman over heard the comment as he came to their office. He stood in the doorway. "Uh, Doctor Jackson. Doctor O'Neill? Hi."

Both looked, pausing for a moment. "Hey, how's it going?" Daniel asked him as they returned to what they were doing.

He came further into the room, taking notice of what they were doing. "So, you're packing? You're going on a mission off – I'm sorry, I forgot the expression."

"Off world?" Cali offered not stopping what she was doing.

"Off world? Is that it?" He asked innocently. "So you're going?"

"Nope," Daniel told him. "No. Just going through our parks, replacing what needs replacing, making sure everything is there."

Emmet pointed to Daniel's camcorder. "That's the camera you use, though right?"

Daniel saw his wife roll her eyes. "Yeah."

The reporter picked it up. "I've seen hours and hours of footage you and your wife have filmed. Hours of it. Inscriptions and ruins and… artifacts."

Daniel grinned. "Cool huh?" he took the camera back when it was handed to him, putting it in his pack.

"Uh, I wonder. Uh, if you get the opportunity, um, maybe you could point your camera at some action, you know, just for a change. Okay?" Emmet suggested.

Both Cali and Daniel frowned at him. "See, that's the thing, when there's action, we're too busy to be pointing a camera," he declared bluntly.

"You know we're more interested in running, shooting, translating what the bad guys are saying, that kind of thing," Cali added dryly.

Emmet walked backwards towards the door. "It's just that, you know… for me, I mean, I've heard a lot about these amazing events. Unfortunately, my medium is visual. I can't tell the real story unless I have pictures. I'm not suggesting you put anybody in danger, not yourselves… but, you know, if the opportunity arises, just, you know, take a second and just point your lens at something, you know, that moves."

Daniel glanced at his watch, then back to Emmet. "Right. We're not really scheduled to go on a mission off world for another couple of days…" he shrugged a false apology.

"No, no, no. If it's there - shoot it."

"Right," Cali said with a false smile on her lips.

"Just not the inscriptions all the time," Emmet suggested. "Just some action would be good. Action."

They both watched him move out of their office, making an absurd running action with his body before backing completely out of sight.

Daniel shook his head in annoyance, shoving things a little forcefully into his pack. "Just some action would be good," he said sarcastically. "Like we don't have anything better to do."

"It's a little hard to hold a camcorder along with a P-90 or a berretta," Cali remarked. "Maybe he'd like it if I taped the dam camcorder onto dad's P-90, maybe seeing one of being shot will help him realize what we're up against…." She stopped packing and shook her head.

Daniel slipped his arms around her, drawing her into his arms. "Don't Cali, he annoys the hell out of me too, but you can't let him get to you."

She nodded and rested her head against his shoulder. "At least Ferretti and his team escaped them."

"Yeah," he kissed the top of her head, pulling back when the phone rang. He went over and answered it. "Jackson… Hey Sam… no, no problem, we'll be right there," he said and hung up after her acknowledgement. "Sam wants one of us or both of us to translate something for her."

"One or both or us?" Cali chuckled dryly. "Is that a code for together we are strong?"

"I think so, come on," he urged and guided her out of their office.

They took the elevator one level down to level 19, walking into Sam's lab, they found her working on what was left of the device SG-13 had sent back.

"Hey." Daniel greeted.

"Hey. One second," she told them.

"You, uh, you wanted us to translate something?" Cali stated as they joined her at the worktable.

"Yeah, I'm just trying to get the interface connection more stable," she declared as she worked. "SG-13 really kicked the crap out of this thing. Its system log seems to be isolated on a separate crystal from the memory control." She kept working. "How's things?"

"Well Bregman had the nerve to suggest that all that archive video footage Daniel and I gave him was boring." Cali announced, she lent over and reattached two wires, seeing Sam frown at her and then look sympathetic.

"What really bugs me," Daniel retorted. "Is the only reason he's here is because this President is on his way out and he knows it, right? He just doesn't want to look bad if and when the Stargate program ever goes public. None of this is about truth, it's all about political posturing."

"Man, he really grilled me on that." Sam remarked.

"Oh what? Whether the Stargate program should go public?"

"Yeah."

"What did you say?" Cali asked her.

"I babbled incoherently," the Major admitted.

"I mean could you ever imagine if it ever did?" Daniel added.

"I try not to think about it," she remarked and suddenly data written in Goa'uld started pouring down the set up monitor. Sam adjusted the pattern so it was readable. "There."

Both Daniel and Cali took a look. "It's mostly just technical stuff." Cali told her.

"Anything jump out at you?"

Daniel pointed to the screen. "Well, here's where it encountered SG-13… uh oh."

"What. What, uh oh?" Sam asked quickly.

"Well, after it engaged shields and weapons, it activated a long range communicator," he answered worriedly.

"We need to get this information to General Hammond." Cali added. "SG3 and 13 could be in danger really fast."

Sam nodded just as concerned. "Yeah, lets do it," she agreed and the three of them hurried out of the lab.

Dr. Janet Fraiser's interview:

Emmet felt this interview was going better then the others, at least for now. He was in the infirmary interviewing Dr. Fraiser, they were actually set up in the medical bay, and behind the seated doctor nurses were treating Sergeant Siler. But Emmet's attention was on the doctor.

Janet went through her recorders, ignoring the fact the camera was on. "Okay, three gunshot wounds. Four staff weapon burns. Sever hypothermia." She looked suspiciously at Bregman. "I'm quiet surprised he's actually authorized me to discuss all this. It's just…" She shrugged and continued. "Nanite technology artificially aged him…" She put down another file. "He had his shoulder punctured by an alien time capsule device. Um, three knee operations." She put that folder aside, seeing what the next one was; she quickly put that one down too. "Oh, that's the whole Hathor incident which he's asked me never to discuss." She picked up another file. "And, oh, this was a good one. Last year he was exposed to an Ancient incurable disease."

"Obviously not incurable, right? Or?"

"Well, fortunately, there was a Tok'ra symbiote in need of a temporary host at the time. It managed to do the trick."

Emmet shook his head slowly. "I don't understand a word you just said, but it sounds amazing that Colonel O'Neill is alive."

Janet grinned. "Yeah, you know, I never know what's next. You just try and keep your head on straight. Then again, we also set a lot of broken bones and prescribe a tone of antibiotics, so…"

"Still it sometimes must be overwhelming right?" He asked her.

"Yeah. It's funny. You know you think all the training, everything we know about medicine; really it amounts to very little. I mean, often I'm faced with situations that there's really nothing I can do."

"Is there an upside?"

"Are you kidding me?" Janet said surprise. "I think the reason we all manage to persevere is because we feel that we're on the brink of understanding so much more. And not just about medicine, but about who we are. You know, where we came from, what the future has in store, how we fit into the grand scheme of things."

Sergeant Harriman's voice came over the intercom: "Unscheduled off world activation. Repeat. Unscheduled off world activation."

Janet and the film crew looked up, listening to the announcement as the klaxons blared.

Emmet gestured upwards with his finger. "That… unscheduled off… we're head that before. It that an unusual thing?"

"No. It happens from time to time," Janet, answered him unfazed by it.

"And what- what does it mean?"

She shook her head blankly. "Your guess is as good as mine"

He chuckled and scratched his head before glancing to Wickenhouse. "You got that announcement in the clear?"

"Yeah, we're good," the Airman, reported.

"Okay, good," he looked back to Janet. "Thank you, Doctor Fraiser." He looked back to his crew. "You know what, guys, why don't you go roll some cutaways and get some sound bites over there." He gestured over to where the medical staff was treating Siler and other patients on the other side of the room.

Janet was a little confused. "So this…" she made a cutting motion across her neck.

"Yeah, we're good," Emmet, said with a smile. "Thank you. Appreciate it."

James and Wickenhouse were moving their equipment as Janet stood and gathered her pile of folders together.

"Anything you can, okay? Okay?" Emmet was saying to his crew. Only to get accidentally smacked on the head with the boom microphone by Wickenhouse as the airman moved away from him.

"Sorry…" the airman said half-heartedly.

"Owe, owe. What. What?" Emmet stuttered through the apology. "Yes, I know you're… I'm glad the Pentagon sent you. Just go away." He ordered and maneuvered the airman away with a touch of force, not seeing the amused look on Janet's face. He turned to her. "Um, listen. I was wondering. So it seems like the uh, the unpredictable happens around here a lot?"

Janet chuckled at that. "Yes, pretty much."

"Yeah, yeah. Um, and you're not going to be needed for this thing?"

"Well, if I am, they know where to find me."

Neither noticed the camera filming what they were doing.

"I was just asking because I was thinking of getting something to eat in the cafeteria, which I'm not even sure where…"

Janet pointed the direction. "It's that way."

"And I was just wondering…"

"If I would like to join you?" She asked finishing his though.

He smiled. "Yeah."

Janet nodded. "Okay. Yeah."

Emmet noticed out of the corner of his eye he and Janet were being filmed. He turned to the cameraman. "What are you doing? What are you doing?"

Janet turned, startled, she hadn't even noticed what had been going on.

"I'm just white balancing." Dale James said lamely.

Emmet waved him away. "Well, go balance the white somewhere else, okay. Some where else!"

Janet gave him an understanding smile and indicated to her folders. "I'm going to dump these first, okay!"

"Okay, yeah," he agreed.

"Great," she agreed and headed to her office, leaving the folders she returned and they walked to the elevator together. "So did you really get Colonel O'Neill's permission to go through his medical history, or did you just want to find out more about him?" She asked.

"If I tell the truth, will you think less of me?"

She chuckled. "The Colonel is a private man and he's very protective of his team."

"Don't get me wrong, Doctor, but I get the impression none of his team really wanted to talk to me," he admitted as they stepped into the elevator and Janet chose the leave. "I mean, except maybe for Major Carter, but both Dr. Jackson and Dr. O'Neill seemed reluctant to say the least and Teal'c, I barely got a dozen words out of him."

Janet laughed softly. "Teal'c is quiet, he doesn't need words to make an impression," she revealed. "As for Cali and Daniel, they've been through a lot and seen more then they should have." The elevator stopped and they walked out. "You've got to understand, they've not only faced death; they've died, ascended and then descended. But it's more then that, they have a unique outlook on life and they see things in a way that constantly amazes us all. It started out as an innocent look at what was out there and turned into a survival instinct. If Cali was to go to the Colonel and say Daniel was in trouble, then Daniel is in trouble and visa versa. If the Colonel says it to General Hammond, then we believe him."

"Is he like that with Major Carter and Teal'c?"

She nodded. "Yes and no, you've got to understand. Major Carter and Teal'c are soldiers, they analyses a situation differently to say the way Cali and Daniel do."

They walked into the commissary. "Its sounds complicated." Emmet declared.

"Well that's life here at the SCG." Janet remarked.

Jack ushered his team down the corridor towards the Gate room, the mission SG-13 had taken to P3X-666 had gone to hell, one of their team was down and the others were holding off Jaffa. To Jack it sound like an ambush, but there was nothing else they could do. SG5 and 7, as well as Dr. Fraiser and her team were coming with them.

They ignored Colonel Rundell pushing the documentary crew out of the way as they approached.

"It's all because I wanted an aerial survey," Daniel said annoyed with himself as he fiddled with his bandana.

"It took me too long to figure out the probe sent a transmission." Sam said just as annoyed with herself.

"None of that matters now." Jack told them calmly, seeing the expression on Cali and Teal'c's faces, they knew as well as Daniel and Sam, that what they were walking into wasn't going to be good.

SG-5 caught up with them and they hurried past the stunned documentary crew towards the Gate room, leaving them standing there in shock.

A few minutes later Emmet arrived, getting told what was going on, he saw Janet Fraiser, her team and SG-7 running past, trying to get the doctors attention, only to be given the brush off and having Rundell keeping them from going any where near the Gate room.

"This is big." Dale James said quietly.

Emmet had to agree. It was and they were being left out of it.

P3X-666

Bosworth stayed at his friend's side protecting him. "You're gonna be all right Simon," he told him. "Hang in there, all right buddy? You'll be home before you know it." Hearing explosions in the distance, he looked up to see two women and a man running towards them, he knew who they were. "Over here! Man down over here!" H was relieved they'd made it. "Right here. There's a lot of blood coming from underneath him," he explained to Dr. Fraiser. Then looked to the two members of SG-1. "I'll cover you up on this ridge!" He informed and moved to do so.

Janet and Cali shrugged out of their packs, as did Daniel.

Janet lent close to Airman Simon Wells. "I'm Doctor Fraiser. Can you hear me?"

"Yeah," Simon said, his voice laced with pain. "It hurts so bad. I can't move, I can't feel my legs. I think it went right through me."

"What's your name?" Daniel asked him, holding the pressure bandage over the wound.

"I'm Senior Airman Well. Simon Wells. Am I going to die?"

"Not if I have anything to do with it," Janet said sternly and glanced at both Cali and Daniel "Okay, we need to roll him over and stop the bleeding. Okay?" She then spoke the Airman. "Simon, you hang in there." She heard him grunt in pain. "Okay, easy. All right, on three. One. Two. Three."

Cali and Daniel turned him over as Janet steadied his neck, Simon screamed in agony anyway. As Daniel made him comfortable, Janet checked the wound.

Daniel made eye contact with Simon. "I'm Daniel Jackson, that's Cali O'Neill," he said in a soothing, calm manner.

"I know," Simon gasped painfully. "I know, SG-1"

"Okay, you're gonna be fine." Daniel wanted to keep him talking so he ignored what Janet and Cali were doing.

"That son of a bitch! He came out of nowhere! He shot me in the back."

"Just talk about something else right now, Simon," Daniel suggested. "Uh, what's going on at home right now?"

"Uh, my…wife… is pregnant."

"Yeah, that your, that your first?" Daniel asked and saw the Airman nod. "Congratulations."

Simon winced then let an anguish cry as Janet probed his wound. "That's good, at least you felt that," she said determined.

They heard an airman's voice over the radio. "Colonel O'Neill, our position is being compromised! Were not going to be able to hold the Gate for long!"

"It doesn't matter. We're not gonna be able to hold this position for long!" Came Jack's reply.

Janet keyed open her radio. "Colonel, I'm going to need more time to stabilize this patient. He can't be moved yet!"

"Go without me! Leave me!"

"Nobody is going anywhere." Cali told him and concentrated on what Janet wanted her to do.

"I can't believe I'm not gonna see my son." Simon said disheartened.

"Okay. Just stay focused. Stay focused," Daniel told him. "You, you, you know it's a boy you're gonna have, right?"

Simon nodded briefly, but his words were forceful and full of pain. "Tell me the truth. I'm not gonna make it right?"

Cali had finished putting an IV in and held the bag of saline up right. She grabbed Simon's hand with her other bloody gloved hand. "You're gonna be fine."

He looked from her to Daniel. "Doctor Jackson? Please, please, please, just let me, just tell my wife," he was becoming agitated with pain. "Let me tell my wife that I love her."

Daniel saw the concerned look on Janet's face. "Okay, okay," he said calmly and fumbled through his pack.

Cali squeezed Simon's hand as he tried to stifle his painful cries. "It's okay, Simon. Breath."

Daniel got the camera ready, and started recording. "Okay, you can tell her yourself."

Simon didn't care he was crying, it hurt so much. "I'm so sorry about this. Ah! I love you so much… God, I, I just, I just wanted." He screamed in agony, spasms raked his body. "Oh God! God! Shut it off! Shut it off! I don't want her to see me die. Please! God!"

Cali lent over, getting into the camera shot, distracting Simon while Janet worked. "Simon. Simon! Look at me. You are not going to die, okay?" She sat back a little.

Janet put her hand on Simon's head and brushed his hair back. "You listen to her Simon. I did not come all the way out here for nothing. Now, I've steamed the bleeding. We're going to get you on a stretcher," she explained to him. "We're going to get you home with your family in no time, okay? Now you hang in there, Airman!"

"Yes, ma'am!"

Cali released Simon's hand and moved back a little to grab the stretcher as she did she heard a staff blast and then the thump of a body hitting the ground.

"Oh God, what was that? Is she hit?" Simon asked anxiously.

Cali swung back round, seeing Janet she thrust the saline bag into her husbands hands as automatic weapons fire sounded and she moved to help Janet, smoke curled up from her chest, her eyes were wide open as she lay there unmoving.

"I got him!" Bosworth announced coming down to them.

Daniel didn't care, he didn't even acknowledge the fact he was still video taping the whole thing. "Janet!"

"You're clear, Doctor Jackson! Sorry, but…" The Airman's voice faded out, as he saw what had happened.

Cali ignored the both of them, her attention on Janet; she had to save her. "I need help here!"

"Is she okay?" Simon asked her.

"Daniel! I need Help!" She screamed out her husband, she was losing her friend.

He shook himself out of it, dropping the still running camera, he keyed open his radio, while managing to rest the saline bag on his shoulder. Yelling frantically into the radio. "Sierra Gulf niner, Doctor Fraiser's been hit. Position… ah! We need help! We need a medic!"

Twenty-four hours later:

As she walked, Sam realized she didn't exactly have any idea where she was going, she just knew she had to get out. The investigation Woolsey was running had shaken her and the rest of them, as much as what had happened. So she just walked out of her lab and gotten into the elevator, choosing any level and gone along for the ride. And now she was there on level 21, walking towards the private room where Colonel O'Neill was. He'd been luckily, where Janet. Where Janet hadn't been, she'd died. Daniel, who had been trying to calm the Airman down while Janet had been treating him with Cali's help, had captured the whole thing on film. Airman Wells had thought he was going to die and wanted his wife to know he loved her. But Janet had died, even though Cali had fought hard to keep her alive.

Standing in front of the private room, Sam took a deep breath and opened the door, walking in, seeing the Colonel was up, wincing as he pulled his shirt on over his head, bandagers around his abdomen. "Sir, I heard you were up and around."

"Yeah," Jack answered solemnly. "Still a little tender but they said I could go home."

"You're lucky that staff blast hit you where it did, that new vest works quiet well," she said trying hard to hold it together.

"Didn't help Fraiser much," he retorted.

"No," she said silently.

"How's Cassie?"

"She's a strong kid, she survives you know and Chris hasn't let her out of his site since she was told." Sam answered.

"Yeah, I thought he might stick with her, she was great with him when Cali was injured last," Jack said feeling awkward. "You speaking at the memorial?"

Sam nodded, she was going to lose it, she knew that, but she had to say what she needed to say. "Sir, I just want to say… when you were laying there, I… I'm really glad you're okay."

Jack knew she was losing it, god he felt the same way. "Come here," he said gently and drew her into his arms, letting her cry. He was going to be strong for them, he could grieve for Janet on his own, when it was all over, then and only then he would grieve, but now he had to be strong for his team.

"I'm sorry sir," Sam sobbed, but didn't let him go.

"You've got nothing to be sorry for, Carter," he said tenderly. "Nothing at all." And continued to hold her for as long as she needed it.

Daniel and Cali were also on level 21; they walked into the medical ward, the staff with various patients as they went over to Airmen Simon Wells, the young man Janet had died saving. Cali glanced at his vitals.

He opened his eyes and acknowledged them. "Doctor Jackson, Doctor O'Neill."

"Hey, please, Daniel and Cali," Daniel insisted, giving him warm smile.

"We hear you're going to make a full recovery," Cali said gently.

"That's what they say," he agreed.

"You, uh, you talk to your wife?" Daniel asked him.

"Yeah."

"Everything okay?" He asked and heard the 'yeah' answer he was given. He pushed on; Janet Fraiser's death was hard on everyone. "We never asked you when she was due."

"A couple of weeks," Simon answered, brightening a little. "They say I should be out of here by then."

"That's great," Cali said, trying to say upbeat.

"Yeah."

"We, we just, uh, we wanted to see how you were doing, so um…" she stumbled through the sentence, feeling awkward. Daniel tugged at her hand and they started to leave.

"She's dead because of me," Simon said bluntly, stopping them, his cheerfulness gone.

"No." Daniel said sternly as they turned back. "No, she's dead because a Jaffa shot her. She was doing her job. The same way you were doing yours when a Jaffa shot you."

"I can't make it feel right," the young airman stated.

"It wasn't right, Simon," Cali declared shaking her head. "Nothing about it was right."

"But it also wasn't your fault," Daniel insisted. "You can't blame yourself, Simon."

He nodded and squeezed his eyes shut.

Cali tugged at her husband's hand and they left the ward, this wasn't something any of them were going to get over in a hurry.

In the corridor, Daniel pulled her into his arms. "It's wasn't your fault, either," he whispered. "You did all you could."

She gripped the back of his shirt and the damn broke; she couldn't stop the tears that came. "She shouldn't have died, Daniel."

"I know," he said softly, rubbing her back. "I know."

They were still standing there when Jack and Sam came along. "Hey you two," he said lightly.

"Hey Jack, Sam," Daniel acknowledged them.

Jack put a hand on his daughters shoulder. "You okay?"

She looked up, her eyes red and puffy. "No, but I'm going to be."

He squeezed her arm. "Yes you will," he agreed. "Come on, we're going to grab Teal'c and then were going to go and spend some time with Cassie."

"It's a good idea, sir." Sam agreed.

"She's at our place," Daniel told them. "She hasn't been home since General Hammond told her."

"We said she could stay as long as she liked," Cali added and they started towards the elevator.

"Good idea, kiddo." Jack said.

They got Teal'c, they changed and they went to Daniel and Cali's. Cassie hugged them all and cried. She laughed at the stories they told her as they remembered her adopted mother. Sitting on the floor of the living room, empty pizza boxes, beer bottles, and juice boxers and diet Pepsi tins; Caleb asleep, half curled up on his father's lab. They laughed and they mourned. Jon arrived over and joined in, needing to be apart of it. He didn't remember a lot about Janet, but he remembered she'd been there when he'd first woken up not being able to remember everything and she'd assured him everything was all right. And he wanted to be there for Cassie.

In the morning before Daniel and Cali left for the base, they'd peeked into Chris' room and found the three of them curled up asleep, still fully clothed, Chris and Jon laying either side of Cassie. They'd left them that way, Caleb promising not to wake them up, the little boy had been solemn since he woke up, he lingered as he hugged his parent's goodbye, not wanting them to leave. Silvia finally had to take the little boy from them, letting them leave.

At the base, they changed and headed to level 21, going to Andrea's office.

She gave both of them a hug. "How is Cassie?"

"She's taking it hard, but she's going to be all right," Daniel told her. "Chris and Jon are with her, I don't expect any of them are gong anywhere today."

"How are you two?" She asked them.

"We're going to be fine too," Cali said, she gave her husband's hand a squeeze, she knew he was still holding in his pain, but it would come, in time he'd grieve too. "Um, we were wondering if you were going to send a message to Jonas?"

Andrea wrapped her arms around herself and nodded. "I was just on my way to ask General Hammond if I could do that."

"Do you want some company?" Daniel inquired.

"No, I think I'll do this myself," she gave him an understanding smile. "I'll see you guys later."

"Yeah."

They left together, but got off on separate floors, Andrea going to the General's office. She knocked and went in.

"Dr. Gibson."

"Sir, I was wondering if I could send a message to Langara, I'd like to tell Jonas what has happened." She requested.

Hammond nodded. "Permission granted, Doctor, and tell Dr. Quinn he is welcome to attend the memorial service."

"Thank you, sir, I will," she said and left the office, going down to the control room.

Sergeant Harriman acknowledged her as she walked in. "Ma'am."

"Sergeant, dial Langara please."

"Yes Ma'am. General Hammond said you were on your way," he informed and sat down, and tapped at the keyboard, activating the Stargate. The Chevron's locked and the Stargate opened, the Iris remained closed, they didn't need it opened for a transmission. He spoke into the microphone. "Kelowna Gate control, this is the SGC."

"SGC, this is Kelowna Gate Control," the reply came over the speakers.

Andrea took over. "Kelowna Gate Control, this is Dr. Gibson, can you pass a message onto Dr. Jonas Quinn?"

"Yes, Dr. Gibson."

She took a calming breath. "Please inform him, that Dr. Janet Fraiser was killed in the line of duty and he is welcome to attend the memorial service here at the SGC Wednesday afternoon, thirteen hundred hours."

There was a moment's silence, and then: "I'll pass on the message, Dr. Gibson, our condolences."

"Thank you Kelowna Gate Control. SGC out," she nodded to the Sergeant and the Gate was closed down. "Thank you Walter."

"You're welcome, Ma'am."

She patted his arm and walked out.

A little later that afternoon, Teal'c found himself standing outside Major Carter's lab, he held in his hand a piece of paper, he wasn't sure why he'd gone and researched all the names and wrote them down, he just seemed to think it was appropriate. He walked in, seeing the major crying, huddled at her laptop.

She wiped her eyes, seeing him. "Hey Teal'c," she gestured to the laptop. "General Hammond asked me to speak at the memorial service," she said trying to compose herself a little.

"I am aware," he acknowledged softly.

"I don't know what to say," she said, her voice breaking. "Nothing seems good enough."

"I believe you should speak from your heart," he advised.

She got up; she couldn't do this, not now. "I gotta go and pick Cassie up, she wants me to go with her to see her mom at the morgue."

Teal'c grabbed her arm gently, stopping her. "Major Carter, I have pondered what I would say were I given the chance."

"Really?" She was a little stunned.

"But I believe it would be best if it came from you," he gave her the piece of paper he'd been holding.

Sam read it; she smiled and hugged him, feeling him hug her back. "Thank you Teal'c."

"You're welcome, Samantha."

She rose up on her toes and kissed his cheek before hurrying out of the room.

A level down, Emmet Bregman was looking for Daniel Jackson, the archaeologist had been ordered to hand over the tape from the last mission he wanted to give it back. He knocked on the open door to the office/lab and walked in.

Cali looked up from her computer. "Mr. Bregman."

"I was looking for Dr. Jackson."

"He needed some time on his own," she informed, closing down the window, she got up, going over to the printer. Getting the page, she walked back to her desk and punched three holes in the paper, then inserted it into a binder.

"Um, what are you doing?" Emmet asked her.

"Adding another chapter," Cali said and closed the binder, holding it out to him. "It's not finished though."

He walked further into the room and took the folder. On the front of the black binder, in gold letters was written. 'SGC Honor Roll'. He opened it and flicked though it, looking up once he reached the last page. "Obituaries?"

She nodded. "Daniel and I started it about five years ago, as a memorial to their families. One day, when this is all public knowledge, their families might like to know how their husband's, wives, mother's, father's, brother's and sister's died saving the planet. The truth, not just the fact the died in service to their country." He closed the binder; there were a lot of papers. She saw him do it. "Mine and Daniel's are in there too, what was said at our memorial's. Dad continued it when we weren't here."

Out of curiosity he reopened the binder and found the page, he read a little of Daniel's and then opened it to hers, reading a little. "Dr. Cali O'Neill-Jackson was not from Earth, she was from Abydos, and even so she considered herself to be of the Tau'ri. She worked hard to fight for what she believed in, for those she loved. She put others before herself and more then once stepped head first into danger to save a team member," he read out loud. "She was a wife, a mother, a daughter and a friend. She was a sister to the strongest of marines and airmen; she was there when they needed someone to talk too and a shoulder to cry on. She was more then just an archaeologist; she was their friend and a member of their family. She was my daughter, who showed me how to love again and she gave more then she received. We owe her more then our lives and that is a debt we can never repay and one she would never want repaid. She would won't us to grieve but to celebrate her life, as she walks a new path in hers – Colonel Jack O'Neill." Emmet closed the binder again. "You've never taken it out."

"No," she took the binder back and put it on the desk. "I'll show you where Daniel is, Mr. Bregman."

He nodded and followed her out. "Why?"

"If I need to answer that, Mr. Bregman, then you haven't leant anything in your time here." She answered him.

"No, I mean why did you show me?" He clarified as they stepped in the elevator, seeing what level she chose.

"Because, despite everything, Mr. Bregman, the men and women who work here, they are still human beings and they deserve respect," Cali told him. "We've lost whole teams, sometimes we can go back and retrieve their bodies. Sometimes we can't. It isn't that easy writing the letter that tells someone how sorry your are that their son or daughter, wife or husband died, that their father or mother won't be coming back, when you can't even tell them why or how they died."

The elevator stopped and they walked out. Emmet didn't say anything, he just followed her and she took him to one of the ICU rooms. He looked into the darken room; a single light was on over the bed. He hesitated before stepping into the room.

"Over here," Daniel's voice came from the dark, thick with emotion; he was sitting against the wall.

"I just, uh, came by to, uh, give this back to you," Emmet said, holding out he tape, he put it on the bed. "I'm not going to use it."

"Wait," Daniel got up and walked over to the bed. "I want you too." He informed, looking past the reporter he saw his wife enter the room. He smiled sadly at her and addressed Bregman once more. "You know I died in this room. Ascended." He revealed and took Cali's hand as she came to his side. "Doctor Fraiser did everything she could. I mean she went three days without sleep," he smiled a little at the memory. "Even in the end she didn't want to let me go. I owe her… a lot more than I ever gave back." He felt Cali release his hand and looked as she slipped her arm around his waist, he returned the action. "We both do. This is the room Cali died in too and Ascended. Janet didn't want to let her go either, Jack told me that. He said she didn't want Caleb to lose his mom and she didn't want to fail Cali. She didn't fail either of us, I just wish I could have told her that." He paused and picked up the tape. "I thought a lot about what you said about Krystovski. I think this shows what Janet Fraiser was all about."

"Me too," Emmett agreed, a little surprised by the decision.

"I want other people to know," Daniel handed him back the tape, his eyes wells of unspent tears.

The reported nodded and walked out of the room, he stopped and turned back, seeing the two in a loving embrace, the one thing he'd leant in the short time he'd been there, was they all knew what it was to lose someone, to lose a member of their family and just how painful it was.

The day of the memorial service, Jonas Quinn arrived, being welcomed by General Hammond and Dr. Gibson. He shook the General's hand. "I'm was sorry to hear about Dr. Fraiser, General, she was a remarkable woman."

"Yes she was Dr. Quinn, thank you for coming."

They left the Gate room. "How is Cassie?" He asked.

"She's doing better," Andrea informed. "Jon and Chris haven't left her on her own, unless she's with Sam or another member of SG-1," she reported. "Janet's family has already arrived for the funeral."

"Cassandra would like you to attend," the General told him.

"I'll be there sir."

He nodded. "Excuse me." He said and walked away.

Jonas stopped Andrea, turning her to him. "Can we talk?"

She nodded. "I'll show you to quarters."

He agreed. She showed him to her quarters, inside she shut the door, pulled his bag from his hands and throw it on the bed, tugging him into her arms, she kissed him. Jonas pushed her up against the door, parting her lips to deepen the kiss.

"I've missed you so much," she said, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I'm sorry," she buried her head against his chest.

"It's okay," he pulled her away from the door and held her while she cried. "Even you need to grieve, Andy."

"It's not fair, Jonas, it's not fair."

"I know sweetheart, I know," he kissed the top of her head and continued to hold her.

On the mountains surface in a spot known only to few people, on the forest side, Jack was sitting on a large rock while Daniel vented. He'd dragged the archaeologist up there, knowing this was going to happen. Everyone had his or her breaking point, even Daniel Jackson.

"She shouldn't have die, Jack." Daniel was saying, his voice thick with emotion. "She didn't deserve to die." He stopped pacing and looked skyward. "Where the hell were you!" He demanded. "She was a good heart, a good soul. Why didn't you help her?"

Jack stood when he saw the tears begin to fall; going over to Daniel he pulled him into a tight bear hug. "It's okay, Danny, let it out."

"She shouldn't have died," he sobbed, gripping the back of Jack's shirt as he let his grief go.

"I know, believe me I know," the Colonel, whispered; tears stung his eyes as he chocked back his own grief. Janet Fraiser had been more then just the base CMO, she'd become part of their family, seen them through good times and hard times.

Daniel's heart may have gotten harder over the years, but the death of a friend could still bring him down. When it did Jack always made sure he was there to catch him. He'd promised long ago he'd never let the archaeologist fall, neither him nor Cali.

Daniel felt arms slip between him and Jack and wrap around his waist as a soft body pressed up against his, knowing it was his wife, feeling her head rest between his shoulder blades. And they stood there, they grieved, but they were together.

"You're going to be all right, Danny," Jack told him. "We all are."

He pulled back, feeling Cali release him and step back too. "Thanks Jack."

"Hey," he shrugged casually. "That's what father-in-laws are for."

Cali smiled as she took her husband's hand. "We need to get ready."

"Yeah,"

She took a small step and kissed her dad on the cheek. "I love you, dad."

"I love you too, sweetheart," he told her and put a hand to the back of Daniel's head. "Both of you; always remember that."

"We will dad."

Together they went back inside, parting on level 25 for their separate quarters to change, Jack having to get into his dress uniform, which for once he wasn't complaining about.

Daniel wore on a black shirt and tie to go with his black suit, Cali wore her tailored black shirt and jacket with a silk black blouse, leaving her hair lose and hanging down her back in soft waves.

Daniel finished tying his black dress shoes and stood. "I guess we're ready."

Cali slipped on her black healed shoes and went over to him, adjusting his tie against his collar. "I guess we are."

He fingered the small earring in her left ear, gold doves; they'd been a present from Janet for her birthday. His hand slipped to the back of her neck as he rested his forehead against hers.

"We're going to be all right, Daniel," she whispered.

"I know," he straightened and released her, taking her hand he guided her out of the room.

The memorial service was held in the Gate room, a red carpet had been rolled out on the ramp, a podium was set up at it's end. Air Force and Marine personnel attended in dress uniform, civilians in appropriate attire.

Jack, Sam and Teal'c stood at the right of the ramp with Andrea and Jonas. Sergeant Harriman and General Hammond stood to the left with Daniel and Cali. All were solemn as taps was played. The camera crew and Emmet Bergman were filing the proceedings with respect, not only for the woman who had been lost, but those around them.

At the finish of taps, Sam walked up the ramp and stood at the podium. She looked at the faces of those who attended and then to the briefing room window – Cassie Fraiser stood there, shadowed either side by Jon and Chris, it was as close as the young woman could get.

Sam looked back and spoke from the heart as Teal'c had advised. "Janet Fraiser was an extraordinary person. She was kind and funny and talented. Above all, she was courageous," she paused, only for a few minutes. "Try as I might I could not find the words to honor her, to do justice to her life. Thankfully I got some help." She looked to Teal'c who bowed his head and smiled. She returned the smile and continued. "While words alone may not be enough. There are some names that might do. We often talk about those that gave their lives in service of their country, and while Janet Fraiser did just that. That's not what her life was about. The following are names of the men and women who did not die in service, but are in fact alive today because of Janet. - Major Samantha Carter, Doctor Daniel Jackson, Doctor Cali O'Neill, Colonel Jack O'Neill, Teal'c, Dr. Jonas Quinn, Sergeant Connie Smith, Major Ian Hewles, Senior Airman Simon Wells." Tears filled Sam's eye but she continued to read out each and every name. "We are all here today because of the courage and determination of Janet Fraiser. We will never forget her, she will forever be a part of our lives and forever in our hearts." She concluded and walked down the ramp and took her place next Jack as the memorial service continued.

At it's conclusion, those who were attending the gravesite service left the mountain, with Cassie, Jon and Chris, driving to the cemetery, where the private service for the Fraiser family was being held. Cassie and Chris stood with Cassie's grandmother and her Aunts and Uncles.

Jon stood with his dad, Jack put a comforting hand of the boys shoulder, keeping him close; it was hard for them both. "Are you alright?" He asked the teenager.

"Yeah," he answered quietly.

Throughout the service, those from the SGC stood together, an American Flag was draped over the coffin, near the end of the service it was removed and folded, General Hammond accepted it and carried it over to Cassie. He put the flag into her hands, covering hers with his own. "Your mother was an outstanding officer and a fine woman, it was an honor having her under my command."

"Thank you, General Hammond."

"If you every need anything, you call me," he insisted and wiped a tear from her cheek before retuning to his place next to Jack.

At the finish of the service, Janet's mother came over to them with Cassie and Chris. Leaving the two teenagers she stood before Hammond, her eyelashes wet from tears. "General Hammond, my daughter spoke often of you," she said taking his hands in hers. "Thank you being here."

"You're welcome Ma'am."

She released his hands and stepped before the officer at his side. "Colonel O'Neill, Janet spoke of you too, in fact she spoke of you all. You were her friends and I dare say she made you a part of your family." She kissed his cheek and whispered. "You look after my granddaughter."

"I will Ma'am,"

She also kissed Jon's cheek. "You've been a good friend to Cassie, young man, thank you for being there for her and Chris."

"I wouldn't be anywhere else, Ma'am,"

She smiled and patted his cheek lightly before going to Sam, seeing the look on her face. "You're surprised I know you all, but I said, Janet spoke highly of you all and she said if anything did happen to her, then you'd be there for Cassie along with the Colonel and his family."

"Yes Ma'am I will."

Mrs. Fraiser nodded and moved to address Daniel and Cali. "Dr. Jackson, Dr. O'Neill, I know I'll never know the truth about how Janet died, but Cassie told me you were both with my daughter when she passed," they both nodded and she smiled warmly. "I'm glad she had people she cared about there at the end with her."

Tears slid down Cali's cheeks. "I wish I could have done more," she said softly.

Mrs. Fraiser heard the guilt in the young woman's words. She took her hands in her own. "I know you did all you could. I also know Janet trained you to be a medic; she said you had the potential to be a medical doctor. That's how I know you did all you could to save her. Thank you."

Cali gave her a hug, then released her to continue, she spoke briefly to Teal'c and Jonas and lastly to Andrea. Who also hugged her before her son, joining Cassie and Chris, drew her away, leaving with the rest of the Fraiser family.

Jack went over to his daughter and son-in-law, Jon still at his side. "There's something I need to do before I go."

Cali understood. "Go on dad."

He nodded and walked away from them, further into the cemetery.

Jon looked to his sister. "Where's he going?"

"To talk to Charlie," Daniel answered for her and saw the teenager's gaze follow his father. "Why don't you go too?"

Jon hesitated. "Do you think he'd mind?"

"No."

"Go on, Jon," Cali urged.

He gave her a quick hug and hurried to catch up to his dad.

General Hammond came over to them, having seen where his 2IC was going. "Are they going to be all right?"

"I think so, sir," Cali said gently. "Dad may of lost a son, but with Jon, he's got another chance."

He nodded. "Well I'll see you all at work tomorrow."

"Yes sir," they all acknowledged and he left.

Sam turned to Daniel. "Are we still meeting at the Colonel's?"

"Yeah, we're going to head home first and pick Caleb up, Chris and Cassie are meeting us there."

"I'll see you then," she acknowledged and headed for her car with Teal'c, who'd gotten a ride with her.

Jonas and Andrea said they'd meet them at the Colonel's too, they were going to pick Carly up after going back to the base, Jon was staying with his father for a few days and was going with him.

Daniel guided his wife towards their car. "We're going to be fine, Cal."

"I know," she said and squeezed his hand.

Andrea hung her uniform up after changing out of it, feeling a lot more comfortable in her jeans and t-shirt. She turned, seeing Jonas was watching her, making her blush. They'd returned to the SGC after the funeral to change before going to pick up Carly and head to Colonel O'Neill's.

After Jonas had changed, he'd watched Andrea, seeing her blush when she turned and realized what he was doing. He smiled and hugged her. "Kianna wanted to come with me, but I said I needed to do this on my own."

"So you're getting on all right?" She asked, running her fingers down his back, the softness of his t-shirt beneath her fingers, she still felt him shiver though. She remembered there last night together on Langara, Kianna had come to them; she'd made the first move, questioning her fears and feelings.

"We're getting on better then all right and she misses you as much as I do." Jonas reported smiling.

Andrea smiled too, teasing him. "So you both miss me?"

"A lot," he cupped her face in his hands and kissed her. "I love you and after that kiss you gave Kianna before you left Kelowna, she's stopped questioning how she feels about you and me."

"That's good, I was a little afraid I'd pushed too hard too fast," she said happily.

"No, she really did want to come with me, if nothing more then to be with you again." He chewed on his lip a little. "Andy…"

She became worried. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I just…" he took a deep breathe and blurted out. "Marry me?"

Andrea was stunned, her heart racing. "Yes," she managed to say, grinning. "Yes."

He laughed excitedly and picked her up, spinning her around, before putting her back down, kissing her. He then released her and dug into his bag, returning he picked up her hand and slipped a ring on her finger. "This was my mother's engagement ring," he explained. "Since you've been gone, I've been doing some research and I've found out there are a lot of couples within Kelowna and on Langara who have a third, so I've had a law passed, that a married couple can have a bond consort. I'd like Kianna to be ours."

Andrea didn't know what to say. "I um… I think that's a wonderful idea, as long as she wants to be."

"She does, in fact she was the one who suggested it."

"I guess then we're getting married and what bond to our consort?"

Jonas nodded. "I really wanted to do this on a more happy occasion, I was going to contact you when I received the message about Dr. Fraiser," he explained, caressing her cheek. "I don't want to be apart any longer. I want us to be together, all of us."

"I want that too, Jonas," she said tenderly. "But it's not that easy," she stepped back and pulled him over to the bed where they sat down. "I just can't up and leave, I'll probably have to resign my commission, sell my house. Somehow organize things with my ex-husband concerning Carly."

"Andy," he grabbed her hands, holding them in his. "We can do this. I know it will take time, I have a week before I'm due back on Langara, we'll do what we can."

She nodded. "All right," she agreed. "I think we should go and talk to General Hammond."

"How about tomorrow," he suggested. "Lets go and get Carly and go to Colonel O'Neill's."

"Okay," she stood and pulled him up into her arms. "I'm happy Kianna realized she could love you as much as I do."

"So am I, Andy, so am I."

Leaving the mountain, they drove to Andrea's, picking up Carly, who was more then happy to see Jonas, they drove to Jack's house, Sam's car was already in the driveway, along with the Jackson's SUV. Chris' jeep was parked behind it.

Carly gripped Jonas' hand, pulling him along with her as they went round to the backyard, where everyone had gathered. "Major Sam," she called out.

Sam smiled and came over to them. "Hi Carly." She gave the little girl a hug.

"Major Sam, can you make Jonas stay or take us with him, please?" The little girl asked sincerely.

Sam saw Andrea blushing and Jonas smile. She addressed both of them. "Dr. Quinn, it would be in your best interests to consider taking Dr. Gibson and her daughter home with you."

"I am seriously considering it, Major," he said trying not to laugh.

"Good, because Andy has been moping around since she returned," Sam advised him. "It hasn't been pretty."

"I don't mop." Andrea contradicted.

"Sure, Andy, and you just keep telling yourself that," Sam remarked grinning and walked back over to Teal'c.

Chuckling they joined the wake, Carly went off to play with Caleb, leaving her mother and Jonas talking with the little boys parents.

Jon said a quick hello to them and headed inside the house, finding his dad in the kitchen, getting a beer. "Can I have one?"

Jack looked up. "No, but there's soft drink in the fridge."

Smirking, Jon grabbed a diet coke, shutting the fridge door he lent against it. "I have a feeling things with Andy and Jonas are pretty serious."

"Yeah they are," Jack agreed. "Bother you?"

"No, I mean she has a right to be happy," the teenager fiddled with the rip top on the tin. "If they get married and she goes to Langara with him." He hesitated, looking up. "Can I stay here with you?"

"Me?"

"Yeah, we're getting on good and I want us to get to know each other more," he told him, feeling a little uncomfortable. He wanted his dad's acceptance, that wasn't much to ask, was it?

Jack put down his beer; he really shouldn't be drinking anyway, going over to the teenager. "Look, um, I have trouble saying what I mean, usually, when it comes to personnel stuff. But, um, I'm going to put in for some leave, you know to recover from being shot." He saw in Jon's eyes how much the boy wanted him to accept him. "Why don't you come to the cabin with me, we'll spend some quality time together, do some fishing, relax and get to know each other again."

Jon smiled. "There are no fish in your lake, dad."

"I know that, but it's not about actually catching anything," he groused.

The teenager chuckled, feeling he'd made a break through. "Okay."

"All right, lets get out there and clear it with Andy." Jack insisted. He grabbed the beer, putting it back in the fridge; he got a coke instead and followed the teenager out back. They were there to celebrate Janet Fraiser's life and that was what they were going to do.

The next day, Emmet Bergman sat in General Hammond's office with a rough cut of the documentary. The narrator's voice was heard as a voiceover. "Our armed forces have turned the tide of world wars. Young men and women from our great country's four corners have humbled history's worst tyrants. We carved our thanks in stone." Still photographs of SG teams appeared on the screen, as the narrator continued. "We stamp it into medals. We carefully tend to vast fields where the men and women who gave their lives for our freedom now lay. More then ever in our history, we cannot fail to pass these stories of courage to the next generation. We must capture their imaginations while paying tribute to all those willing to die for the preservation of our way of life." The documentary finished with the Stargate dialing and the blast doors closing as a trumpet is played in the background.

"It's a shame no one's every going to see it," the General told Emmet sincerely.

He stopped the video, a little surprised by the statement. "Really? You, uh, you don't think it's a little sentimental?"

"No," Hammond said softly. "It's good."

"Well, that's a relief… hearing that from you of all people. Especially given how you felt about what I was doing," Emmet pointed out. "I mean I understood how you felt, but still."

The General stood and came from behind his desk. "I'm a big enough man to admit when I'm wrong," he stated. "I'm glad you stuck with it." He held out his hand and Emmet shook it.

"Um, that means a lot to me sir," he admitted, shocked by the statement.

George Hammond thought for a moment about what he was going to say. "I've written a lot of letters to the next of kin. Nothing ever seems like it's enough. They deserve more… This is something more."

"Thank you sir." Emmett said, seeing the emotions that played across the General's face. "Um… there is one thing, General, that's still missing that could make a difference…"

Hammond knew what that was, chuckling. "I'll take care of it."

Satisfied, Emmet smiled and left the room.

A knock on the door a few minutes later; brought the General out of his thoughts. "Enter."

The door opened and Dr. Gibson and Dr. Quinn came in, the naval officer shut the door when they were in.

"Could we have word, sir?" she asked.

"Of course," he gestured for them to sit down as he retook his seat behind his desk. "What can I do for you, doctor?"

She handed him the letter she'd been holding. "It's my resignation sir, I've all ready informed the Navy I'm resigning my commission."
Hammond took it and left it on the desk. "I take it this is because of personnel reasons?"

"Yes sir, as you know, Jonas and I have been in a relationship, a long distance one, but a relationship nether the less. He asked me to marry him, sir and I've accepted."

Sitting back in his chair, the General smiled. "Congratulations."

"Thank you sir."

"You better look after Andrea, Jonas," he remarked to the Langaran.

"I will sir,"

"Good man," he sat forward again. "Will you be returning with Jonas, doctor?"

"If I can organize everything, yes sir. The resident JAG is helping me with legalities when it comes to my ex-husband and visitation rights. The real estate agent I spoke with this morning said I shouldn't have any problems selling my house." Andrea explained. "Captain Williams has no problems taking over my patients, they seem to like him, including Colonel O'Neill."

Hammond chuckled softly. "I'm sure we'll cope, doctor. I hope we'll be getting an invitation to the wedding."

"Yes sir and the bonding ceremony," Jonas informed and saw the confused look on the General's face, explaining. "Kianna will be bonding with us, she'll be our consort, it's legal on my planet."

"Well, then, um, I look forward to it."

"Thank you General."

"What about Jon?" Hammond asked Andrea.

"Jon has decided he want to stay with his dad. I believe the Colonel is putting in for leave. The two are going to go fishing together and get to know each other a little better," she explained.

He nodded. "Very well, if you need any help, let me know."

"Yes sir."

They all stood, the General shook both their hands, congratulating them both once again, adding. "I suggest you hold off telling your daughter until the last minute, doctor, children sometimes don't realize they're saying things they shouldn't."

"I'll do that sir," she agreed. "Thank you sir, it was an honor serving with you."

"The honor was mine, doctor, you'll be missed," he told her.

She nodded and left with Jonas.

Sitting back down, the General sighed; this had been an interesting day and he still had to talk Jack O'Neill into giving an interview. He was debating over that when the man in question arrived at his office. "Come in Colonel."

Jack walked in and handed over his request. "I'd like to take some leave sir."

"Granted, but there's something I want you to do, first."

He winced. "Talk to Bregman."

Hammond nodded. "Everyone else has Jack, it'll be painless."

Sighing he nodded. "All right."

"Good man, I'll set it up for later today, that way you can get it over and done with and go on leave," he told him. "Has Doctor Gibson spoken to you?"

"About her and Jonas? Yeah, Jon is staying with me, we decided to give it ago, and I've taken full custody of him." Jack revealed. "I can't forget who he is, but I look at it this way, he's a genetic copy of me and in a way he is my son. So it's like getting another chance of having a son. I didn't do too bad with Cali, so I think we'll do all right."

"I'm sure you will, Jack," the General agreed.

"Yes sir."

Later that day, Jack met Bregman and his camera crew in the briefing room, Airman First Class Shep Wickenhouse attached a microphone to his lapel after he sat down, then moved out the way as Tech Sergeant Dale James adjusted the camera, getting everything ready.

Emmet was getting his notes ready as Colonel Tom Rundell arrived. "Okay, um," he noticed the Colonel. "Tom?"

"Emmet." He acknowledged him, standing behind the reporter's chair.

Emmet Bregman smiled, glancing at James. "You ready?"

"Rolling."

"Sound?" He got a nod from Wickenhouse. "Okay, um… First question."

"Okay." Jack said softly.

"Colonel Jack O'Neill, you've been with the Stargate program from the beginning," Emmet began. "What were your first thoughts, when you were told about it?"

Jack hesitated. "I thought they'd never get it to work, but I'm glad they did."

"You bought an Abydonian girl back with you after that first mission and adopted her. Tell us about your daughter?"

"Cali is actually my niece, her birth father was my brother, how he ended up where he did is classified, but she was conceived and her mother escaped the Goa'uld to Abydos, where Cali was born and raised, she was adopted by the chieftain after her mother's death," Jack told him, still feeling a little uncomfortable. "She was one of the kids who helped us escape after we were captured by Ra. Her sister was given as a ceremonial gift to Dr. Jackson and after we defeated Ra, he married Sha're and I brought Cali back here to Earth with me."

"How do you feel about having her as a member of your team?" Emmet asked him.

"I trust her with my life, just as she trusts me with hers," he answered a little defensively. "She's earned her place within the team, right from the start."

"What about the other SG teams, how do they react to having her work with them, or even Dr. Jackson? Both are civilians interacting in military teams."

"Both Cali and Daniel have been well trained by some of the best on this base, just because they're civilians doesn't mean they won't or can't watch your back in a firefight, because they can and every SG team know how important these two are to this base and planet. And it's not just because Cali is my daughter or Daniel is my best friend. They're proven they can handle themselves in battle and are capable leaders. Marines and airmen listen to them and when push comes to shove they will put their lives on the line to see the two of them get home safe."

"Why is that Colonel?"

"Because they know Cali and Daniel will risk their own lives to save them, they will stare danger in the face right beside them and they won't run. That means a lot to the men and women in the SG teams they work with."

"I have a quote from Colonel Reynolds, the team leader of SG-3," Emmet informed and read out. " 'Jackson and O'Neill can be the biggest pains in the asses, but when they're right, they're right and we wouldn't have it any other way.' The Colonel also told me SG-3 considers Dr. O'Neill to be their lucky charm."

Jack nodded. "She's saved Reynolds backside more then once and he and the other team members take it upon themselves to look after both Cali and Daniel. It's become an unwritten law over the years."

Emmet smiled. "Unwritten law?"

"Cali and Daniel are the heart and soul of this place, they've stared death in the face with a lot of these men and women, they've even brought their teams home by talking their way out of danger," Jack told him a little defensively. "They make this place happen, Daniel is the SGC's conscience and Cali is the essence."

Seeing it was time to move on, Emmet did. "Your second in command is Major Samantha Carter, how do you feel about her?"

"Carter is a remarkable woman and officer," Jack answered. "We wouldn't be here today if she wasn't, she's pulled some amazing things out of her hat."

"Would you say you have a bond?"

"We all do, the team is more then just a team, we're family, that's what makes us as good as we are," Jack stated, he really wanted it finished. "We've put ourselves on the line for each other, because we know the other is going to be there if we fall. You don't go through what we've been through and not form a bond with each other. Teal'c considers each and everyone of us a part of his family, he takes that very seriously."

"But two of your team mates are family. Dr. O'Neill is your daughter and Dr. Jackson is her husband, thus your son-in-law," the reporter pointed out.

"Cali and Daniel were married on Abydos, that means their marriage isn't legal here on Earth. Which is how they can be on the same team," Jack told him, very defensively. "Whether or not they're related to me isn't the issue, they would go to the wall for me even so. That's who they are, that's who I am, who Carter is and who Teal'c is. We watch each other's backs, and if one falls, we pick them up and get them home. 'No one gets left behind' is more then just a motto, Mr. Bregman; it's a part of who we are. We lost Cali and Daniel once, we won't lose them again, seeing them die was the hardest thing Carter, Teal'c and I have been through. We've gone to hell and back together and I don't mean that figuratively. Until you step through that Gate, you can never fully understand what we face on day-to-day bases. Even seemly harmless planets can turn out to be dangerous."

"So why do you do it?"

"Because the Goa'uld are out there and this war is far from over, don't get me wrong, the threat is very real, which makes what's happening here on Earth seem very petty in comparison."

Emmet smiled understandingly. "Yes Colonel, it certainly does."

The interview wrapped up pretty quickly after that. Emmet held out his hand to the Colonel. "Thank you."

Jack shook it. "No problem." He waited until he was free from the microphone before high tailing it out of there, nearly running into his daughter and grandson on the way out.

"Hey dad, where's the fire?" She asked lightly.

"Sorry kiddo, hey Caleb."

"Hi grandpa."

"You okay?" She asked a little concerned.

"Yeah, I just need to… um."

She understood. "Okay, we'll see you later."

"Sure," he mumbled and hurried away.

"Mommy," Caleb tugged at her hand. "Is grandpa all right?"

"Yeah kiddo, come on," she lead him into the briefing, seeing the camera crew still there with Emmet and Colonel Rundell. She smiled, gripping her son's hand a little tighter. "Gentlemen."

"Doctor," they all greeted.

Emmet smiled. "Who is this handsome young man?"

Caleb grinned. "I'm Caleb Jackson," he held out his hand.

The reporter shook it. "Well, how do you do Caleb Jackson?"

The little boy giggled. "Uncle Teal'c calls me that, you can just call me Caleb."

Cali held out the disk she was carrying. "I though you might like this," she told Emmet and saw his confused look as he took it. "It's a copy of the SGC honor roll, General Hammond approved it."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome, excuse us. Come on Caleb."

"Bye," Caleb waved to them all.

Emmet waved back and watched them walk into the General's office, Hammond picking the little boy up in his arms, giving him a hug.

Rundell came up behind him. "Now do you get it?" He asked him softly.

"Yeah," he nodded. "I do."

A week later, SG-1 and General Hammond and Jon O'Neill stood in the Gate room with Andrea Gibson, her daughter and Jonas Quinn, the little girl wide eyed with excitement, clinging to her new father to be. Amazingly everything had been wrapped up and sorted out. The money from Andrea's house and furnishings was in a trust fund, being handled by Daniel and Cali, it was there incase Carly ever wanted to return to Earth. If when she was 21, she decided not to, then the money would go to the SGC's widows and orphans fund. The only things they were taking with them were clothes and a few toys; the bags were sitting on the ramp, the Gate open behind them.

The General shook Jonas' hand. "If you ever need anything, let us know."

"I will sir, thank you."

Andrea gave him a hug. "Thank you for everything, sir."

"You're welcome doctor."

She went over to Jack. "Colonel, it's been interesting."

"Yeah, doc it has," he agreed. "You gonna be okay?"

"Yeah I am," she smiled and gave him a hug too. "Take care of them, Jack."

"I will."

Jon hugged her when she got to him. "I'll miss you."

"I'll miss you too kiddo, you look after your dad."

He nodded.

Sam hugged her next, then Cali and Daniel. She was surprised when Teal'c gave her a hug; she rose up on her toes and kissed his cheek. "Take care of them all, Teal'c."

"I will do so, Dr. Gibson."

She smiled and tears welled in her eyes as her daughter hugged Jon.

"You be a good girl, squirt," the teenager whispered.

"I will," she said, tears running down her cheeks. "You'll come visit me?"

"Sure I will."

"Come on honey." Jonas said gentle and she went back into his arms. "It's time to go."

"Down daddy," Carly told him and was put down. She took his hand instead.

On the ramp, they collected the bags, Carly insisted on carrying her little backpack on her back, walking between her mom and Jonas. After one look back, they walked up the ramp and through the event horizon.

A few minutes later the Gate closed down. General Hammond left, leaving SG-1 and Jon standing there.

"Well, kiddo, I guess we can head off too." Jack told the teenager.

"Can I drive?" Jon asked.

"Maybe when your older," the Colonel remarked and turned to Sam. "Carter, the team is all yours."

"We'll all be here when you get back sir," she said with a smile.

"You damn well better be," he said bluntly. "T, don't let Space monkey and space nugget out of your sight."

"As you wish, O'Neill."

"Jack, we don't need a babysitter," Daniel griped as they all left the Gate room.

"Danny, with you and Cali, I'm not taking any chances."

"Thanks so much dad," Cali remarked. "Jon, give him a hard time."

The teenager chuckled. "I'll see what I can do."

A week later:

After returning from a routine mission with SG-6, Daniel and Cali were handed a phone message from Airman Simon Wells. After the briefing and physicals, the two quickly wrote up their reports, changed into casuals and headed out of the mountain, making one stop before arriving at the Well's home.

Daniel knocked on the door.

Simon, who was using a walking stick to get around, opened it, he chuckled, at the site of the two doctors standing there with a teddy bear each in their hands. "Hey, come in, come in," he insisted.

They did, Daniel shut the door for him. "How are you feeling?" Cali asked.

"Better, thanks."

They followed him into the living room, where his wife was sitting on the sofa, sounded by pillows, a small infant cradled in her lap.

"Daniel, Cali, this is my wife Marci." Simon introduced them.

Marci smiled, she'd heard so much about the two doctors. "Hi."

"Hi,"

"I'd love to give the both of you a hug, but…" she gave a tired smile.

Daniel and Cali understood, they crouched down to look at the slipping baby; Daniel put both teddy bears on the sofa next to Marci. "We couldn't decide so we bought both," Cali said smiling.

"Thank you."

Simon hobbled closer. "This is my daughter."

"Oh, she is beautiful," Daniel, said, his voice full of wonder at the sleeping infant.

"Thanks," Marci said tiredly.

"Guess that ultrasound was wrong," Cali remarked.

She chuckled. "Yeah."

"What's her name?" Daniel inquired.

Marci exchanged a look with her husband, letting him tell them. "Janet."

"That's nice."

"Janet Danielle." Marci added, seeing their surprised looks. "You were both there for Simon and after Simon found out your middle name is Danielle, Cali, we both agreed it was right."

"Thank you," Cali said touched.

They got up and sat down across from mother and child, Simon perched on the arm of the sofa.

"So how did you find out, Cali's middle name is Danielle?" Daniel inquired.

"I asked Colonel O'Neill." Simon admitted. "He told me Cali got her middle name from you."

Cali blushed. "Dad thought it was appropriate, Daniel was a big influence in my life at that time and my people didn't recognize more then one name, so having a middle name and last name was different for me."

"You were very lucky to find the Colonel." Marci declared.

Cali nodded. "Every child, deserves a great dad, I was lucky to have the chance to have two."

"Do you and Daniel have children?"

"Um, two son's."

"Chris and Caleb," Daniel told her. He took his wife's hand. "Chris is adopted, he's my godson, I got custody of him after his parents were killed."

"Caleb thinks the base is his personnel playground," Cali said with a chuckled. "He has dad and General Hammond wrapped around his finger."

Simon smiled warmly. "I just feel blessed to be here and be a part of her life," he said, running a finger gentle over his daughter's head, before looking at the two archaeologists. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Daniel told him sincerely.

Marci smiled as the little bundle in her arms woke. She eased forward. "Would you like to hold her, Daniel?"

"I'd love too," he said eagerly.

She managed to get up and carried her daughter over to him, settling her in his arms, retuning to sit with her husband. "You're a natural."

"I guess I've had practice," he said softly. "And I've delivered three babies."

"Really?"

Daniel nodded. "Um, once in Egypt while on a dig and twice during two different missions."

"Not Caleb?"

"Um no," he hesitated.

Cali rubbed his arm. "Caleb was born by cesarean, he was premature and spent a long time in ICU," she revealed, keeping to the story they told everyone. "He was nearly five months old before we could even hold him and then it was only for short periods of time."

"That must have been very hard on the both of you." Marci noted.

"We've made up for it," Daniel said smiling warmly. "Caleb loves to get hugs and have cuddles, we encourage it. It's our way of making up for the hard start he had in the beginning."

"He's a buddle of energy, but we can't see life without him," Cali said lovingly.

"I know how you feel." Simon announced and slipped an arm around his wife.

"I think every parent can," Daniel said and smiled. "Welcome to the club."

Simon chuckled. "Thanks."

"Has General Hammond explained the child care support system that's in place?" Cali asked them.

"Simon mentioned it." Marci told her.

"I'll have the General's aid send some information to you."

"Thank you."

"No problem."

Daniel stole a glance at her watch. "We should be getting going."

She nodded and stood, expertly lifting the infant from his arms; she carried her over to her mother. "There you go, little one."

"Thank you."

Daniel stood and joined her. "Thank you, Marci for including us."

"You brought my husband home, I can't thank you enough for that," she told them.

He smiled and saw Simon go to get up. "Stay there, we'll show ourselves out."

He nodded. "Thanks."

They left the house, walking hand in hand to their car. Daniel drew Cali into his arms when they got there. "Are you all right?"

"Yeah," she buried her head against his chest. "I didn't expect…"

"I know, I didn't either," he rubbed her back. "We're going to be all right Cali."

She nodded and pulled back. "Lets go home."

Daniel agreed. "Yeah. Cassie and the boys should be there by now."

Getting in the car they drove to their two-story house, parking beside Chris' jeep, they went inside.

Caleb bonded over to them. "Mommy, daddy."

Daniel scooped his son up into his arms. "Hey squirt."

"You're early?"

"So we are," they went into the living room. Cassie and Chris were on the sofa together. "Hey guys."

"Hi," both greeted.

Silvia came in from the kitchen, she looked around, surprised. "No SF's, you've come home early on your own," she crossed her arms against her chest. "What did the two of you do this time?"

Cali tried to look offended, as did Daniel. "We went to see Airman Wells' baby daughter and then we came home," she told her. "So we did nothing wrong."

Cassie and Chris were grinning over the comment. "What did Airman Wells and his wife call her, Cali?" She asked as Silvia went back into the kitchen, chuckling.

Cali hesitated, and then smiled warmly. "Janet. They called her Janet Danielle Wells."

Cassie smiled, a little sad, a little proud. "That's nice."

"Yeah, it is." Daniel agreed, he put Caleb down and left his keys on the coffee table, taking a set, his son crawling onto his lap.

Cali perched on the arm of his chair, she had a feeling both teenagers needed to talk. "So how are you guys?"

"We're good," Chris, told her, he held tight to Cassie's hand, giving it a squeeze.

She wiped her free hand on the leg of her jeans. "I know you both said I could stay as long as I wanted, that you didn't mind," she began. "I was wondering if I could make it permanent for the moment?"

"Are you sure that's what you want?" Daniel asked calmly.

Cassie nodded. "Mom left the house and everything to me, she's made sure I'm set for college and everything, but I don't think I can live in the house any more. So, I'm going to sell it and put the money away. Sam said she'd give me a hand with it, you know cleaning out everything, I want to put a few things into storage, but most I'm just going to sell or give way."

"Well help as much as we can, Cass," Cali told her, she looked to Daniel, who nodded in agreement; they didn't have to talk about it. "And, if you want to stay, then you're welcome. We told you, you have a home here as long as you like."

"Thanks Aunt Cali, Uncle Daniel."

"How about we just try Cali and Daniel from now on?" Daniel suggested and saw her nod.

Caleb snuggled against his father. "Can I still have a little sister?"

Cali blushed and lent over and kissed the top of his head. "One day squirt," she said and as she straightened, she brushed her lips across her husbands. "Definitely only day."

Later that night, Cassie walked out onto the lit back deck and stood next to Chris, slipping her arm around his waist, resting her head against his shoulder. He kissed the top of her head. "Hey."

"Hey," she whispered. "Your dad and Cali are putting Caleb to bed."

"Thought it was quiet," he said lightly. Turning he drew her into his arms. "Are you sure about all of this?"

"Yeah, I'm sure," she told him, seeing so much in his brown eyes. "I love you, you know that right?"

He nodded, smiling. "I love you too, Cass."

One month later:

SG-1, pulse, Jon O'Neill, Chris Jackson and Caleb Jackson, as well as Cassie Fraiser (Thor had come through with removing the device the at kept her from traveling through the Stargate) and General Hammond, traveled to Langara for the wedding of Jonas Quinn and Andrea Gibson and the bonding ceremony of the couple to Kianna.

Carly Gibson was happy to see Jon again, excitedly telling him she was adding her new daddy's name to hers and that she was part of the wedding and bonding ceremony.

Jonas had asked Jack to be his best man, the Colonel had agreed. As had Teal'c and Daniel to being groomsmen.

Cali, Sam and Cassie had been asked by Andrea to be her matron of honor and bridesmaids. The three had agreed without hesitation.

The ceremonies were fairly informal, being held within one of Kelowna's new freedom parks, with only family and friends invited. General Hammond gave way the bride and Carly carried the rings on a little cushion. A minister led the bride and groom through vows and the giving of rings and then pronounced them man and wife. He then called for Kianna to be brought forward; the young woman's father proudly did the honors and she stood between Andrea and Jonas and was bond though vows of love to them both, rings were also exchanged and she was proclaimed their consort. They both kissed her.

The reception was held at a banquet hall, a gift from the other members of the ruling council.

Cassie and Chris sat with Jon, watching Daniel and Cali on the dance floor along with the bride, groom and their consort, as well as other guests, including Jack, who'd conned Sam into dancing with him and Teal'c, who was dancing with Kianna's sister.

"Do you think if Sha're had been saved, she would have lived with Daniel and Cali?" Cassie asked them.

"I think so." Chris declared. "They loved her very much."

"Would they have done this sort of thing?" Jon wanted to know.

"I think they would have, but by Abydonian law." Chris stated and changed the subject skillfully. "So how's Maggie?"

Jon cleared his throat a little. "Maggie's fine."

"Maggie?" Cassie was curious. "Who's Maggie?"

"Margaret Ferretti," Chris explained. "Colonel Ferretti's niece."

"Oh?" She smiled. "Come on tell, Jon?"

"Nothing to tell, we're dating," he said nervously.

"Making out on the back deck according to Jack," Chris added and chuckled at his friend's embarrassment.

"She's a good kisser," Jon said quietly.

Cassie good see he liked the girl a lot. "How about when we get home, we all go to the movies together?"

He nodded. "Sure. I think Maggie would like that."

Rolling her eyes, Cassie stood and held out her hands to both of them. "Come on, let's dance."

"Together?" Jon asked, swallowing hard.

Chris jumped up and took Cassie's hand. "Unless you want to dance by yourself," he mused. "Come on Jon, live a little, here three's not a crowd."

He grinned and took Cassie's hand getting to his feet. "Okay, but I like to lead."

"In your dreams," she mused. "I'm doing the leading."

"Yes Ma'am," both jeered and were tugged onto the dance floor, joining the celebration.

Then end of this chapter. (Okay, this one was beta read by my mom and I, so forgive any mistakes, we did our best.)