AN: Hey Campers! My new job is going great. My boss and coworkers seriously love me which is super weird as most times I get the hairy eyeball as the new kid. Yesterday was super stressful but that's running a craft store during the holidays yah know? I am still writing. I just do it slower now. Or rather I have less time so I do it LESS not slower. Anyway... I'm adding some starch to this plot in 3... 2...

Chapter 2

"Sir, you wanted to see me?" Harmon Rabb stuck his nose in his commander's office.

"Commander Rabb, come in and shut the door."

"Sir?"

"Take a seat, Harm."

"Yes sir." Harm sat across from Admiral Chegwidden and propped one leg over his other knee.

"I have a case for you that requires special clearance. You'll have to sign a 312 when you reach the base."

"Sir?"

"Highly classified facility. So classified they don't have enough people qualified to try the case and serve as JAG in their branch."

"It's not Navy, sir?"

"Air Force."

"Really?"

"Here's the file. The case itself is pretty cut and dry. Fraternization. Conduct unbecoming of an officer. Sexual harassment. There's no doubt in the matter of the First charge. Both parties admit to the incident as the Major involved is now several months pregnant with her commanding officer's child."

"So why don't they just plead guilty then?"

"Well, that's where that 312 is going to come in. I'm afraid I can't give you any details on the matter but everything will become clear once you've heard the entire case."

"I'll get my team ready to go."

"Not this time, Commander. You're the only one with sufficient clearance to review the details of the case."

Harm whistled.

"Your flight leaves in an hour. Someone will meet you at Peterson and take you to the Cheyenne facility."

"NORAD?"

Admiral Chegwidden smiled slyly. "That's there too." He dismissed Harm who left his office with a bewildered expression.

"Sir?" Sarah asked Harm as he walked back to his office.

"Looks like I'm headed for Colorado Springs." Ham said in a bewildered tone.

"What about us, sir?" Bud asked him.

"Just me this time, Bud. Sorry."

"Nuts." Bud Roberts said and Sarah gave him a sympathetic smile.

"Good luck then, sir." Sarah said with a smile and watched Harm gather his things and left.

"Well, Colonel, I must say, when I was ordered to come out here and warned I'd be signing a 312, I was expecting classified weapons testing not little green men." Harm said by way of greeting after the AF left and closed the door.

"Grey." Jack said from the table he was sitting at going over base files.

"Pardon?"

"The Asgard are grey." Jack said in a monotone, never looking up from his work.

"Ah. How familiar are you with the Tribunal process, Colonel O'Neill?" Harm asked him as he grabbed the folding chair facing the TV and turned it to sit across from Jack.

"Familiar enough." Jack said in that same flat tone he'd greeted Harm with.

"Sir, General Hammond doesn't believe you are guilty of the charges against you and I'm inclined to agree from the briefs he showed me from your team."

Jack shrugged in disinterest and continued filling out paperwork. "I'll need you to get me a durable power of attorney for Major Carter. She'll need an allowance appropriate for childcare expenses including a live in nanny. I've been making a list of agencies with someone with clearance or who might qualify for clearance. Be sure she gets anything she needs financially to continue in her position and not have to worry about the safety of our child." Jack said as he signed a brief off.

"Sir, we really should discuss the details of the case."

"It doesn't matter, Commander Rabb. I'm pleading no contest."

Harm took a long look at this man he'd been sent to represent. Something was up here. His commanding officer believed the man innocent of wrongdoing. His supposed victim painted a picture of a man whose honor was above reproach, that he'd been forced to do what he'd done and she'd consented due to the circumstances as well in her brief. What wasn't he being told here?

"I'll get you that paperwork, sir… and I'll be back later to discuss the case with you."

"I'm sure you will." Jack said and any other time it might have been a joke yet clearly it wasn't now.

Harm shook his head. There was something going on here. Something he wasn't being told that was definitely not above board.

He got up and left but not without taking one last thoughtful look at the Colonel who was still busy at work at his folding card table.

Outside the monitored guest quarters O'Neill had been given, Harm was greeted by one of the largest black men he had ever met. The man bowed to him slightly and Harm noticed the raised gold symbol on the man's forehead. "Ah, you would be…. Teal'c?"

"I am." The man agreed.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Commander Harmon Rabb. You can call me Harm if you like." He said holding out a hand.

Teal'c had finally adapted to the Tau'ri habit of shaking of hands and took Harm's. "I will address you as Rabb." He told the other man, as they shook hands briefly. "I wish to speak to you regarding O'Neill's case."

Harm frowned hopefully. "I am at your disposal, Mr. Teal'c." He told the other man who simply nodded as the Jaffa led him to one of the empty conference rooms and shut the door behind them.

"O'Neill is innocent of wrongdoing."

"And yet he just told me he intends to plead no contest. Why?"

"Many years ago, O'Neill made an enemy of Senator Kinsey but that is not who this is about. O'Neill is only a means to an end. A few years ago, Major Carter humiliated General Bauer and he is taking this opportunity to punish her through the father of her child."

"How so?"

"Your military laws are that they cannot be in an intimate relationship while she is under his command... however… they were not forced to be intimate until a date that is after your military classified all of us presumed killed in action."

"Making him no longer her commanding officer." Harm deduced.

"That is correct."

"Do you have proof though?"

"Indeed I do… or will. Daniel Jackson is attempting to secure it but it may take some time. There was some contention regarding our legal right to return to this planet. However, those imprisoning us did so unlawfully."

"Well, that was clear as mud."

"Indeed it is murky."

Harm gave the man a side eye, unsure if he was being toyed with or this man was simply the driest sense of humor he'd ever encountered. "What kind of proof does Dr. Jackson have?" He asked, now very curious.

"Major Carter was frequently checked medically. If the man who freed us can access her medical records, they will show she had no sign of sexual activity until nearly eight months after our capture. This was when O'Neill was forced to bed her or allow her to be raped by any man who wished to at the facility."

"So it was her commanding officer or rape?"

"Indeed."

"What about you or Dr. Jackson instead?"

"The reasons for that are outlined in Daniel Jackson's brief. I recommend a thorough review in spite of its length."

Harm nodded. "Looks like I have some reading to do." He said.

"Beware of General Bauer, Commander Rabb. He is not an honorable man." Teal'c told him and left the room and Harm to process what he'd been told.

Three days later, Sam was allowed to talk to Jack finally. His advocate wasn't there but a guard was.

"Ah, Major, just the person I wanted to see." Jack holds out a briefing folder to Sam.

Sam took it with a quizzical look.

"I need you to sign the top two forms for me so I can get them back to Commander Rabb." Jack said. "There's a list of nanny services you should go through. All of them have or can get security clearance sufficient to be a live in employee. I think your house might be too small for that. Feel free to clean out my office and guest room to make them a nursery and living space for the nanny. Redecorate what you need to. Just put my desk in the den and the rest of the stuff in the basement."

Sam opened the briefing folder and began sifting through the contents. "Sir, this is a DPA and the deed to your house." She accused him, staring in disbelief at the paperwork.

"Realistically, Major, I won't be needing my house for a couple more years and there is no reason to try to cram yourself, a baby, and a nanny into that tiny bungalow. When I get out, if you still own your house, I can rent it from you or find something else in the area. Might need to crash in the den for a couple weeks until I can manage an apartment."

"Sir, I'm not signing this."

"Major, this is non-negotiable. I'm financially responsible for our child and I need someone to handle my finances while I'm incarcerated. As the mother of said child, it makes logical sense that you be that person."

"Sir…"

"Carter." He barked.

Sam unconsciously lurched to attention.

"Sign the damned forms, Major. There's no reason for you to buy a new home when there's already an empty one sitting there but if it bothers you that much, fine, I'll sell the damned thing and you can buy something you like." He snapped.

Sam's face solidified into a blank frown. Realizing that Jack would not back down from this, she scribbled her name on both forms and handed the signed documents back to him stiffly.

"Thank you, Major. I have a lot of work to do so I'd appreciate if you left now." He told her flatly.

"Yes sir." She told him, her voice a frustrated snarl, one hand clenching the briefing folder.

Jack noted she remembered to take the list with her. Good, hopefully she'd go through all of it. There was a trust fund set up for the baby, another for the maintenance of the house so it wouldn't cost Sam anything at all to be there. He'd talk to Walter about having the guys help her get moved, put his crap in storage if need be, that sort of thing.

Sam was furious. He'd just ordered her around then shut her out like she was some kind of idiot cadet. If she wasn't almost seven months pregnant, she'd go beat up some gym equipment. She wanted to strangle General Bauer. Choke the ever living crap out of him as Jack would say. Right now, she also wanted to choke the crap out of Jack for acting this way. She pretty much could spit nails and she wasn't entirely sure it wasn't just her hormones in overdrive.

Sam paced the halls of the SGC, hoping to calm down when she found herself at the entrance of Daniel's lab.

"Oh, hey Sam, how are you feeling?"

"Peachy." Sam snarled entirely unironically, sounding like Jack.

"Okay… how about I make you some tea?"

Sam's shoulders slumped. "Thanks Daniel."

"Have a seat." He said companionably and started heating a cup of water in his microwave.

Sam sat and pondered the fact that not even Jack had scored a microwave and coffeepot for his office. Then she frowned. Colonel O'Neill hardly knew where his office was.

"What's wrong?" Daniel finally asked her after handing her a mug of tea.

"Colonel O'Neill just added me to the deed to his house and had me sign a DPA." Sam said flatly.

"Well, that's good."

"Daniel, it's bullshit. He didn't do anything wrong and he's acting like they're going to throw the book at him."

"Well, I'm sure Bauer is going to try to, Sam. It's the only way he can get back at you after all."

"Me?" She'd though he'd grudgingly admired her saving their collective asses.

"Sam, you humiliated him. He knows Hammond won't let you be busted down a rank because you were a victim in this… so he's going after the only other person he can really hurt you with."

Sam glared at the mug in her hands. "He's being an asshole."

"Bauer has always been an asshole."

"Not him… the Colonel." She said with venom, staring into her tea as if trying resolve the secrets of the universe.

"Sam, when I met Jack… Charlie had recently died and Jack wanted to die too. He shut down emotionally. Pushed everyone who loved him away as hard as he could manage. He was the coldest son of a bitch I'd ever met." He reminded her. It had been so long ago and Sam had never met that version of Jack.

Daniel sat across from Sam at his desk and tapped his pencil on the wood surface. "Jack doesn't want you to get hurt but the only way to protect you from Bauer is to push you away. Make things seem like his only investment in this situation is his responsibility as a father." Daniel looked at Sam pointedly. "Sam, you know Jack better than this. You know this isn't who he really is."

Sam sighed, knowing that Daniel was right. This was the Jack that was trying to protect her and their child. She knew he would never intentionally hurt her but his cold actions weren't what she needed from him.

"Right now though, it might be better if the only people that know that are us. Whatever his reasons he needs to do this the way he is."

"Daniel, I won't let him go to prison for a crime he didn't commit. He can't goad me into accusing him of something he never did."

"I'm not going to let him do that either. I'm not sure how long it will take but Londaris is going to get us proof that Jack never laid a finger on you until well after we'd been declared presumed deceased."

"And if that doesn't work?"

"Well, as the song goes… then we will all go down together."