Author's Note: I'm sorry about the slower pace on new chapters right now. I recently accepted a new job and am currently working both, so I've been very short on free time to write – and sleep, for that matter! But I haven't forgotten you guys, really! It should only be another week and then things might be back to normal – hopefully.

And this chapter might be a little boring, too, because it's mostly moving along my transitions, so I am sorry about that too!

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"You've got to be kidding…"

Jack shook his head.

"Nope. Hammond said that Bregman gets full access. That means he can film you guys."

"We've already been debriefed."

"I know." Of course he knew. Jack was the one who had done the debriefing. It hadn't been long – Nathan and Maggie had been waiting to tell their son goodbye – but it'd been fairly thorough. "This is different, and you know it."

Ian scowled, annoyed, and McKay smiled cheerfully.

"Send him in."

"Tell him to stay out."

Jack smiled. While he understood Ian's lack of enthusiasm, he couldn't help be amused. Of course, he hadn't found it so funny when Bregman had come to him with the same request – he'd been in the secretive SGC far too long to be comfortable discussing what he and the others had done on their most recent (and some would argue, most important) mission – but a call to Hammond had pretty much confirmed that Emmett had full access to everything. It could always be edited later.

"Put on a happy face, Lieutenant, and be properly modest."

If anything, Ian's scowl deepened, but Jack was already on his way out the door.

"TV interview?" McKay asked, smoothing his hair down with his hand.

"No."

"What is it, then? Who is this Bregman guy?"

"He's Doctor Fraiser's boyfriend – and a documentarialist."

"Great! He'll probably want to hear all about how we-"

"If you mention me at all, I'll tell him you shot me," Ian interrupted.

McKay frowned.

"What am I supposed to talk about, then?"

Ian shrugged.

"Use your imagination."

He was going to use his. He'd already figured out a way to avoid this interview – and maybe future ones as well.

OOOOOOOOOO

Less than an hour later, there was a small group outside the door of the hospital room waiting for Bregman and his cameraman when they exited the recovery room.

"How did it go?" Sam asked.

Bregman scowled.

"Lovely."

Since he didn't sound all that convincing, Janet frowned.

"What happened?"

"I didn't get anything I can use."

"That's not true," the cameraman disagreed. "We can use some of the McKay stuff."

Emmett rolled his eyes.

"Oh yes. Thirty minutes of nonstop Rodney McKay. That's exactly what my piece will need."

"What did Ian say?" Sam asked, curiously.

"Not a word. Two minutes into things he fell asleep… so it seemed, anyways."

Jack hid his smile. It was clever enough for the short term, but Ian would eventually have to give in. But now it would wait until they were back at the SGC.

"Maybe you'll have more luck when they transfer them back to the SGC," Sam said, obviously thinking the same thing.

Bregman didn't look all that sure, but he shrugged.

"Hopefully."

He had a lot to do, now, however. Plenty of raw footage to start looking through and editing. Enough that he could wait on Ian Brooks a little longer. Once they got back to Colorado, Ian could be pressured by Hammond – or maybe even the President – to give him a suitable interview. If that failed, Bregman would ask Cassie to talk to him, which might be the way to go the more he thought about it.

"When do they leave?"

"We'll start getting them ready now," Janet told him. "And they should be in the air in an hour or so."

"Can I film any of that?"

While he was more than willing to tell the others he had full access to everything, there was no way he'd pull that with Janet – and they both knew it. In reply to that, she was more than willing to accommodate him when she could. Which was more than she'd have done for a lot of people – including him at one point.

"If you want."

The three of them (Bregman, Fraiser and the cameraman) reentered the recovery room, and Sam looked over at Jack.

"Are Nathan and Maggie coming to Colorado?"

He nodded.

"They're already on their way, most likely. I told Hammond when I talked to him earlier to warn him."

"Good. And Shawn and Andrew?"

Jack smiled.

"Last time I checked, they were both asleep in the waiting room."

They might have been young geniuses, but both young men had finally succumbed to the events of the past few days – and the considerable lack of sleep.

Sam smiled, but yawned herself.

"A nap sounds like a great idea, you know?"

He nodded, and slid his arm around her waist, pulling her close so he could kiss her lightly.

"It'll still be dark when we get home. Maybe we can get some sleep, too."

Or maybe something else, instead.

OOOOOOOOOO

"Can I help you with anything, Doctor Weir?"

Elizabeth Weir jumped, startled, and turned to face General Hammond, who had walked into the room without her noticing. Of course, since the room was the embarkation room and Weir had been looking at the Stargate, that wasn't too much of a surprise, really. Behind Hammond were the two Marines who were guarding the door, both watching impassively – as they had been since she'd asked to be allowed in.

"No, General, Hammond. Thank you." She smiled, wryly, and looked over her shoulder at the Stargate. "I was just… looking."

His own smile was completely understanding.

"It is impressive, isn't it?"

She nodded.

"It's amazing. Have you been through it?"

"A few times."

"What is it like?"

"It's incredible," he answered, honestly. "If you really want to know, though, you'll have to talk to a member of one of the SG units. They're the regular travelers and can really give you the details."

She smiled.

"I'll be sure to do that."