AN: So to recap our story SG-1 was unlawfully imprisoned in a labor camp that was working as a black market baby mill where Jack and Sam were forced to have sex until Sam became pregnant. On their return, Jack was promptly arrested for having an inappropriate relationship with an officer below his grade and in his direct chain of command. Jack is going to need a good JAG officer and Hammond might just know the right guy to call...

Shards of Glass Part II

Chapter 1

SG-1 was sitting around the briefing room table. Worried faces turned to General Hammond as they waited for him to speak. Jack was in the brig. Bauer was not invited to this meeting and the AFs had been ordered not to allow him or his people to enter.

"I'm sorry, Sam, the NID must have someone in the White House that tipped him off." Without saying the name, they all knew who that probably was. "He arrived on base without warning and a warrant for Jack's arrest. The best I could do was refuse to allow Jack to be removed from SGC custody until counsel could be secured. Rear Admiral Chegwidden owes me a favor." SG-1 did not speak but Hammond could see the confusion in their eyes that Hammond had contacted the Navy about Jack's trial. "Because of your positions and the levels involved, we have a clearance issue for defense so we might have to cross pollinate. Jack may end up with a Marine or Navy defense counsel instead of an Air Force one as there aren't many who can even sit in on the case but he's promised to send his best person here as quickly as possible."

"It doesn't make any sense!" Daniel all but shouted, frustration in his voice. "We've been gone for a year and a half, sir! The SGC has always been forced to list us as PKIA within three months of a disappearance in the past. They did the same in this case." He swallowed as his voice was starting to crack.

George made a placating motion with his hand. "They did but I argued that given the habit of SG-1 coming through no matter what to put all your belongings in trust and kept checking for updates when we could get to that quadrant of the galaxy. All four of you disappeared without a trace. We knew the Goa'uld didn't have you because they were furious and thought we had you all hidden from them somehow."

"Sir, this is absurd. We did nothing wrong!" Sam insisted, trying to keep her emotions in check. "Colonel O'Neill and I weren't given any choice. They threatened to let anyone who wanted to... to rape me if we didn't…" Sam swallowed, unable to continue.

"I know, Sam, and I'm sorry. I'm doing everything I can to get Jack the best counsel I can manage. I'm going to petition he be remanded to his team's custody as well. He'll have to stay on base but at least it won't be like last time. This isn't a murder investigation after all." Hammond told her, remembering the hit on Kinsey and the subsequent framing of Jack that time.

Sam huffed out a sigh. "Will we at least be able to see him before the exploratory session, sir?"

"I know you have details you need to work out, Sam. It will have to be supervised but, yes, I'll do what I can. How are you feeling?"

Sam gave him a wan smile. "About how you'd expect, sir."

"Sam, there is a very real possibility they will try to reduce your rank as punishment as well."

"I know, sir." Sam said, her voice resigned.

"I said try, Major." Hammond gave her a conspiratorial smile. "Dr. Jackson, did we at least learn anything about these people besides this Lucian Alliance has infiltrated their government?"

"Er, yes sir, their names alone were a pretty big clue that they were originally Latin. Fairly advanced. Probably slightly ahead of us in a number of ways as they have colonized several star systems in their local cluster. They also made contact with at least one local society who does still have a Gate, which was how we ended up in their hands."

"Would you say it's worth pursuing further contact?"

"I think Londaris at the least would be open to the idea. I'm not certain how his government might feel. He did have to sneak us off the planet after all."

"All right, people. Your things have not been moved out of your offices or quarters in spite of a couple attempts on the part of the US government to suggest I do so. Sam, both your house and the Colonel's have a lock box on the door. Walter has been coordinating yard work with volunteers. It may not be up to either of your standards but the lawns are tidy. The security company costs have been coming out of your pay."

Sam smiled and bit her lip. "Thank you, sir." It wasn't like she'd been home to spend it.

"That said, it looks like we might need to throw you a baby shower, Sam." Hammond said with a kind smile. "For whatever it's worth, congratulations. I know the situation isn't ideal but I'll do what I can to smooth the way." Hammond frowned for a moment. "We've been trying to contact Jacob about your status for some time Sam but the Tok'ra have had him in deep cover and to my knowledge have not passed on your status to him."

"Understood sir." Boy was her dad going to be mad when he found out she'd been missing all that time and hadn't been told.

"What is a baby shower?" Teal'c wondered out loud.

"Dr. Jackson, I'll let you handle this one. I have some phone calls to make." George looked at his notes and briefly pondered Teal'c apparent gaps in knowledge even after all these years. "I'd really like all three of you to remain on base until further notice. I'll let you know when you can see Jack."

"Yes sir." Daniel and Sam said together, Sam's tone subdued.

Teal'c just nodded. He trusted Hammond of Texas to resolve this unfortunate issue.

SG-1 sans Jack filed out and George sat at the table for several moments just thinking. Finally he got up and went to his office. Before he'd even sat he poked a button on his main line. "Walter, get me Albert Chegwidden on the horn."

"The Admiral, sir?"

"You know of any other Albert Chegwidden's?" George asked him dryly as he sat.

"No sir." Walter admitted and hung up.

George sighed. This should have been a very different day than it had gone. The SGC should be celebrating the return of its missing team. Instead they were in for the legal fight of their lives because a petty man wanted to punish them. Yes, Major Carter was pregnant and, yes, the father was her commanding officer, Jack O'Neill, but their status should have some bearing on the outcome here. He just hoped his old buddy in the Navy had someone with the clearance and chops to put this fire out.

Sam's quarters weren't anywhere near the size of Jack's but she wasn't second in command on the base either. Uncle George had apparently had someone temporarily assigned to Jack's position but had refused to fill the post permanently. He'd never given up hope that they would one day return.

She sat down on her thin bed and covered her face in her hands. Her hair fell forward having grown out considerably in a year and a half. She couldn't just let Jack take the fall for this. Discovery and the trial itself could drag out almost a year and if they threw the book at him, he was looking at two years and forfeit of all pension rights.

Sam washed her face and put her shoulders back. She'd go talk to Hammond and tell him exactly what happened when since Jack couldn't.

She bit her lip as she rode the elevator back down to 28. Head high, she went right into the Gate room and headed for the control center and, behind it, General Hammond's office.

"Is he free, Walter?" she asked the man who was seated at the gate controls more than any other person on the base.

"He just got off the phone, ma'am, and I haven't seen General Bauer in a while so you should be safe." Walter said with a kind smile.

Sam patted his shoulder and headed off to beard a rather bald lion. She squared her shoulders and knocked on Hammond's door.

His familiar deep voice called out, "Enter."

"Sir? Do you have time for a private conversation?"

"Is this on or of the record, Major?" Hammond asked her.

Sam took a deep breath and huffed it out. "I could use some legal advice, sir."

"I'm not JAG, Sam. I'm not sure how much help to you I will be."

"It's more in the nature of I'd like your opinion on how I should proceed." Sam bit her lip.

"Well, take a seat and we'll talk about it." He motions for her to close the door and picks up his phone. "Walter, hold my calls and keep that troll out of my briefing room."

"Yes sir." Walter told him and lowered the blast shield to avoid any peeking as well.

"Now then, Major, tell me what's on your mind." George said, leaning back in his chair.

"Sir…" Sam looked at the kind expression on Hammond's face. "Uncle George… we tried everything to avoid having sex, I swear. They forced him. Told him that if he didn't do it they would let me be raped over and over. You know how he is, Uncle George. And it killed him to do that to me. He didn't want things that way. He felt like he was being forced to rape me instead."

Sam sighed, her eyes bright with tears. "It wasn't though. I gave him consent so he wouldn't be eaten up inside over it but he felt that way anyway. He still felt like he was forcing me even though he wasn't. The only reason he was able to at all was because of what the alternative was."

"They wouldn't let you be with Dr. Jackson or Teal'c instead?"

"It didn't work that way. Once you were in the pool that's where you stayed. There had already been a fight for me once and we all knew he wasn't happy about the outcome but he knew he'd be killed if he tried anything. With me in the pool… there wasn't anything the guys could do."

"I see."

"This isn't his fault. Bauer is only doing this to get back at me for humiliating him."

"You're certain?"

"He said I'm next when I walked by him." Sam told Hammond.

George nodded. "That was also my impression but I wasn't 100% certain without proof. I want you to be very careful, Sam. This is a complicated issue and Bauer might use that against us."

"I understand, sir." She told him.

He wanted to warn her to keep things professional with Jack but didn't have the heart to do that to them. Decisions had to be made there as well. If Sam wanted her position back, it was hers. Jack might be more problematic. His physical showed he wasn't going to pass a field test and without surgery his knee wasn't going to handle going back in. Given how long the trial might drag out, it might be too late by the time they could get to it.

Samuels, his first second at SGC, had never been on a team, thank all that was holy. George would have to sit down with some of the joint chiefs and see what they recommended. He was fairly confident the charges wouldn't stick in the end. Not after what Sam had told him.

"Just tell the truth, Major." Choosing to pointedly refer to her by her rank so she'd know he was addressing this as a professional decision. "Tell the unvarnished truth."

Sam nods. "If that's what you think is best, sir."

"I do, Sam." He told her. "You know I won't stop until you are both exonerated."

"I know that, sir." Sam said softly.

"Good. Now… go dust your lab before Dr. Jackson convinces you to help him clean his." George told her with a kind smile.

"Yes sir." She told him standing.

"An old friend of mine has assured me he's sending Jack his best guy." He told her.

Sam nodded and left.

Teal'c was helping Daniel clean his office. "It appears at first they simply continued adding reports to your workload, Daniel Jackson." Teal'c said of the files piled on his desk.

"Yah. They must have held out hope for a long time." Daniel said sadly.

"Were we on Chulak, O'Neill could challenge Bauer for his honor as a warrior." Teal'c said as he moved a box of books so he could clean the table they were on.

"It never would have been an issue as a Jaffa, would it?"

"It would not. A warrior's love for his mate is honored in our society and serving together is encouraged."

"It's not even their fault. They did everything they could to avoid exactly the situation they are in." Daniel said in frustration as he slammed files into a box until he could go through them. "We lost a year and a half of our lives and the first thing our government decided to do was punish them for something they wouldn't have done unless they were forced to."

"Who is it that Hammond has requested help from?"

"Some old buddy of his he used to run joint exercises with. I guess he went into JAG after he got out of the SEALs."

"Then O'Neill is in good hands."

Daniel nodded absently as he moved another pile of books. "I sure hope so."