Samantha Carter sat at her laptop, typing up the syllabus for her college physics class. Her cell phone rang. "This is Dr. Carter." She said, placing the tiny phone in the crook between her neck and shoulder.
"Carter, it's me."
She froze. "Sir?"
"Carter, it's been eighteen years. You can lose the sir."
"How'd you get this number?" She demanded.
"Is it really that upsetting to hear from me?" He retorted with an equal amount of strength.
There was silence on the other line.
"I got the number from our new scientist's file."
"And who's that?" She whispered, almost afraid to find out for more reasons than one.
"Well, you oughta know her real well…Dr. Grace Jacklyn Carter."
"Grace?" She asked, her heart leaping into her throat. "What happened? Where is she?"
"She's fine." He said, seriously. "She collapsed, but Cassie says she's going to be fine."
"Cassie?"
"Yeah, she's the new CMO."
"Wow."
"Except that she's a civilian, not an officer."
"Are you sure Grace is okay?"
"Yes. I was there while she was unconscious…although I'm not sure that helped."
"Why?"
"She fainted when she saw me."
Sam's eyes widened. "Oh my gosh!" She grabbed her keys. "Is she at Cheyenne Mountain?"
"Yes…but she's…"
"I'll be there as soon as I can."
"Sam!" Jack said as the line went dead.
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"Rek'tar, Kanan." The speaker of the Tok'ra High Council began. "Your mission is unlike any we have ever assigned before."
They bowed. "What would you have in mind?" Kanan asked before looking at the blonde haired woman standing to his left.
"We have an interesting dilemma forced upon us by your hosts. The Tau'ri require that the hosts be returned to them as soon as more permanent hosts can be found for you both."
"We fear that we may lose valuable information if something were to go wrong during the transfer." Another Tok'ra spoke up.
"What would you have us do?" Rek'tar asked, unsure of what options the High Council would be considering.
"We wish the hosts to procreate."
Both Tok'ra's eyes widened. "That would make the child harsesis."
"That is forbidden!"
"It may be our only hope."
Jack rubbed his temples. This was getting more and more complicated as the day wore on. Samantha Carter hid his daughter from him, Grace Carter fainted at the sight of him, and now…Samantha Carter was coming back…
"Jack! What are you doing here?"
Kanan turned, flashing his eyes to indicate his presence within the host. "Selmak! It is I, Kanan."
"Kanan?" Selmak asked. "It was my understanding that Colonel O'Neill vowed never to blend with a symbiote."
"He was gravely ill and sought a temporary blending for his health. As did Major carter."
"Sam's here?"
"Not any longer. Her symbiote was transferred four days ago."
"When did she get sick?" Jacob asked, curiously.
"Four weeks ago."
"Why the haste?"
"She was with child."
"WHAT?"
"Jack…"
"What?" He asked, turning to find Daniel standing behind him.
"Are you going to sleep at all before she gets here?"
"Are you kidding?"
"No, Jack, I'm not. Sam's gonna get here, and she's going to be tired. We don't need the first time you two have seen each other in eighteen years to be a time when both of you are being unreasonable because you're both tired."
Jack nodded, absently. He walked down to one of the VIP suites. He opened the door and walked into the empty room. Flashes of Kanan and Rek'tar's steamy affair overwhelmed him as he entered.
Three weeks of being suppressed while his body fulfilled his most chronic fantasy. Eighteen years of undeserved punishment for pleasure his symbiote had extracted. A daughter stolen from him like Charlie had been stolen away.
"Jack…" She moaned.
He nuzzled into her neck, kissing her naked flesh. "Samantha…"
Her eyes flew open. "No…we can't…STOP!"
He was about to comply as Kanan and Rek'tar took over. "No, we can't stop." Rek'tar said as Kanan resumed his caresses.
Jack rubbed his eyes. It was going to be a long night.
