"Don't come any closer! I swear I'll shoot!" Sam cried, pointing her gun. Her eyes were wide and scared, but her aim was not failing. Her gaze flitted to Teal'c. "Him. He's…" Sam warily motioned to the golden tattoo Teal'c's hat was now failing to conceal.

"I am Jaffa, Colonel Carter. I am your friend, and I would never harm you." Teal'c laid his zat on the ground, and Jack did the same.

"Sam, I know you don't believe me. I know it's hard to take in this...this science fiction. But that's exactly what it's not. It's real. This is Teal'c. Do you remember him?"

"No. But I have these…these images of men, just like him. They did horrible things," Sam told them.

"Teal'c is Jaffa, but he is our friend. You've known him for just about as long as me."

"Ten years?"

Teal'c bowed in return.

Sam's face contorted into confusion. "No!"

"Sam, what else do you see? What other images?" Jack asked gently.

"The thing you call a Stargate. These Jaffa. Space ships…none of it makes sense!"

"Do you not see the faces of your friends?" Teal'c wondered, his concern obvious.

Sam studied his face, trying desperately to remember. "No, I-" She quieted as images flooded her mind. Teal'c…a man with sandy brown hair-Daniel…walking through the gate-feeling the exhilaration of gate travel…giving a briefing and seeing familiar faces-Landry, Mitchell, Vala…eating lunch in the commissary with her team...

Jack looked worriedly at his wife. Her gun was still aimed steadily at him, but her eyes were squeezed shut. She looked to be in pain, but he didn't dare touch her.

With a gasp, Sam came back to reality. She could hear no more fighting from inside the warehouse, but she retrained her gun on the two men. She reached into her pocket, pulling her wedding ring out. There was still something missing, something she had to know.

"What about this?" she cried, holding it up for Jack to see. She just couldn't remember, she thought as tears sprang to her eyes. She was terrible person, wasn't she? But someone had to know, to be able to fill in the blanks she hadn't been able to herself. "What about it!" she yelled, waving her weapon.

Jack didn't hesitate. He barely felt the pang that shot up his arm. He held up his left hand, showing her his wedding band. Jack only spoke one word. "Always."

Sam's mouth parted in surprise. Her thumb ran across the inside of the ring, feeling the inscription there-the one she had discovered her first day at Sol's. She knew exactly what it said.

"You?" she asked, her voice cracking. Another barrage of memories hit her full force. Jack pushing her through the gate…holding him as they both froze in Antarctica…fighting side by side…

Jack looked to Teal'c, then back to Sam.

Sam felt lightheaded as more memories assaulted her. A force field-he wouldn't leave her…their confessions…caring more than they were supposed to…sharing cake in the commissary-with sides of blue and red jello…feeling safe in his arms during some of the hardest times in her life…always…

"She is remembering, O'Neill."

"Yeah, I got that, T."

Image after image flashed through her consciousness. Fishing…her leaving the program…Jack's proposal…exchanging vows…their wedding night.

"Oh, God!" she sobbed. Her aim wavered slightly. Sam's eyes flew open and they immediately went straight to her husband. "Jack?" she whispered, her voice faltering.

Jack approached her, taking the gun as it fell to her side. He passed it to Teal'c, then focused on Sam.

"Sam?" he questioned. She looked up from the ring in her palm. "Sam?" he implored once again.

She nodded almost imperceptibly, and Jack took the ring into his own hand. Sam watched as he slipped it along her finger, until it came to rest, right where it belonged. Jack lightly grasped her hand, gently running his thumb over Sam's knuckles. His hands were slightly rough, but each feather light touch was familiar and welcomed. Sam let out a quivering breath. She needed more.

Jack didn't hesitate as Sam leaned towards him. Ignoring the pain shooting through his left arm, he hugged her back fiercely. "I love you. I love you so much," he whispered, kissing her temple lightly. He dipped his head into the crook of her neck, dropping a kiss there too. He just had to know she was okay.

Sam savored Jack's touch, her fingers digging into his jacket. One hand strayed into his hair, pulling him even closer. His familiar scent overwhelmed her, and she let her eyes flutter shut. For the first time in weeks, she felt safe. She wasn't just safe, but loved as well. Not only by her husband, but also by those she now remembered as her team. She opened her eyes to catch a glimpse of them behind Teal'c.

Safe and loved.

Sam finally let the tears come.

"Welcome to Sol's Diner!" Sal called through the window. He did a double take when he realized who had come in.

"Anna!" he said jubilantly, making his way to the front. He hesitated for a second when he saw a man with her, but shrugged it off. "I was worried! When you didn't come back, I spoke with the detective. He couldn't tell me much. What happened? How are you?"

Sam smiled. "For starters, my name isn't Anna. It's Samantha-Sam."

"What? Now, I knew something was up, but this isn't what I suspected," the diner owner said, befuddled.

"It's a long story. Ah, during my time here, I was amnesic. I lied to you, out of fear. I want to apologize for that, and to thank you for all you did for me."

"Oh, hon!" Sal sympathized, shocked at her confession. This was insane, but for some reason, he had no problem believing her. "There are no apologies necessary, and you are most welcome, sweetheart."

"This is my husband, Jack O'Neill. I can assure you, he's never laid a hand on me," Sam introduced, smiling up at her spouse.

Jack reached out and shook Sal's hand. "Thank you. For everything. I'm very grateful for the help you gave Sam."

"Sure thing. Blue Eyes here was one of the sweetest and hardest workers I've ever had. I've certainly missed her. By the way, what do you actually do for a living?"

"I'm a Dr. of Astrophysics and a Lieutenant Colonel in the U.S. Air Force." Sam blushed at her credentials.

"No kidding. That's wonderful. I knew you were as smart as they come. I'm not going to press you into giving me details…it sounds like a complex situation. Tell you what. How about lunch, on me?"

Sam looked to Jack hopefully. "We never got to finish our date."

"Well, this is more my type of place. And I am hungry."

"Great. The food here is amazing."

"Thanks, hon. Have a seat and I'll be right back out. We're a bit short handed today."

Sam nodded and grasped Jack's hand. They found a booth and slipped in, both on the same side. Sam scooted closer, until Jack wrapped his arm around her shoulder.

"My, aren't we relaxed today," he teased.

"Yes, well…my priorities have changed a bit."

"Things did hit close to home, didn't they?"

"Too close." Sam fell silent.

"What's up?" Jack wondered. A silent Sam was never a good sign.

"I couldn't remember you. At all. Even after I recollected the SGC, my team…there was still that gaping hole. Me being with you was the first thing I should have recalled. I mean, I love you."

"I don't want you feeling guilty about that. We still don't fully understand what that machine did to you. If it makes you feel any better, I feel bad too."

"What on Earth for?" Sam pressed, sitting upright.

"For letting you get taken right under my nose."

"Please, Jack. It could have happened anywhere, anytime. I could have been with anyone."

"True. So let's strike a deal. We don't feel guilty about things we can't control."

"That's tough…but deal." Sam smiled brilliantly at him, and his breath caught in his throat. To think he'd almost lost her. He threw his good arm around her, pulling her close.

Sam rested her head on his shoulder. After a moment she craned her neck up…and smiled. Jack was gazing again. This time she wasn't going to stop him. She slid her hand along his chest until it wound up around his neck. Sam pressed her lips firmly to Jack's, pleased when he responded. All thoughts of lunch were soon forgotten.

Sal peeked out of the kitchen. His only patrons were engaged in what appeared to be a very passionate kiss. Sal grinned, turning back to his work. Yep, Blue Eyes was going to be just fine.