As Jack set down the spacecraft, his mind was trying to focus on the landing and what he was going to tell hi s superiors rather than the two women making out in the backseat. It wasn't as if he hadn't seen Sam and Janet kiss before, but he suspected they had forgotten he was there altogether.

Clearing his throat, he swiveled in his chair, catching the attention of the two women behind him. He watched as they slowly and regretfully pulled apart, both blushing slightly. Smiling at the sight, he said as sharply as he could manage while he was feeling happy for his friends, "Ahem, Colonel Carter," putting an emphasis on her rank, "As nice as this is, I think you may want to take your girlfriend home and explain a few things to her, don't ya think?"

Sam rolled her eyes and stood up, dragging a very confused looking doctor up with her. "Yes, General," she teased back, recognizing the tone in his voice. "If you just open the door, we can be on our way to my car."

Jack shrugged. "That would be quite a walk," he replied, opening the back door as he did, revealing a very familiar house.

Flashing him a brilliant grin, Sam waved and mouthed a quick thank you as she and her girlfriend moved to exit the craft. Pausing in the doorway, she looked back at their driver and asked, "We'll talk later?"

He nodded. "Go bring her home."

As soon as Sam shut the door and turned around, she was met with the sight of her lover's arms crossed over her chest and brown eyes narrowing on the blonde's face. "Colonel Carter?" Janet asked, her tone telling Sam to keep her distance. "General O'Neill? Was I brought into some strange alternate universe or something?"

"No," Sam answered softly, taking a tentative step toward Janet. "No, you've actually been brought into the future – one year in the future."

Janet's eyebrows dipped downward. "The future? Why?"

Drawing a deep breath, the blonde wrapped her arms around her stomach and leaned against the hallway wall. "Because you died," she answered in low tones, her gaze focused on the floor.

For a minute silence filled the house as Janet processed the words she had just heard. Finally Sam could stand it no longer, so she raised her head and her vision settled on a face she loved and had missed dearly. For a second it was covered in shock but it was quickly replaced with disbelief.

"Samantha Grace Carter! Please don't tell me you deliberately changed the past to save me."

Without hesitation, blue eyes locked with brown ones as Sam replied quickly, "You would have done the same if it were me."

Janet's gaze immediately softened, and she blinked away tears. Taking a deep breath, she closed the distance between them and pulled Sam into a tight hug, her hand threading itself into the short blonde locks.

Clinging to the smaller woman as if her life depended on it, Sam felt her eyes slide closed as she breathed in a scent she had sorely missed. "Oh, god, I missed you," she whispered into Janet's hair, feeling the strands tickle her lips.

"I know," Janet nodded as she pulled the taller woman impossibly closer. "It's all right, sweetie, I'm here now." And suddenly the doctor was aware of the tears that were flowing down her lover's cheeks and onto her shoulder. She pressed her lips to Sam's temple and whispered softly, "It's okay, Sam. Just let it out."

He had dialed three times and hung up as soon as someone answered. He felt like a damned teenaged prank caller. Feeling disgusted with himself, General Jack O'Neill forced himself off his couch to get another beer.

Suddenly the phone in his hand began to ring, causing him to jump at the noise. Grumbling something to himself, he raised the cordless phone to his ear and answered with an unfriendly and somewhat rough sounding, "Hello?"

"Jack O'Neill, you had better have a good explanation for hanging up on me three times," the upset voice of General George Hammond came over the line.

Jack cringed. His superior officer only displayed anger in rare instances, but when he did, no one wanted to be in his way.

"Uh, yes, sir," Jack answered, swallowing hard. "I would like to ask your opinion on a hypothetical situation."

"Well, let's hear it so I can get back to spending the afternoon with my grandchildren," General Hammond answered, obviously upset at being interrupted at home.

"Yes, sir. Well, I was wondering if . . . well, per se, I was to take our newfound toy out for a joyride?" he asked, switching the phone from one ear to another in his nervousness.

"Did you bring it back in one piece?"

"Yes, sir."

"Then what's the problem?"

Sighing, Jack realized he had started to pace and stopped immediately, sitting back down on the sofa. "Well, um, what would you say if I, uh, brought someone back with me?"

"Who, Jack? You're trying my patience."

Jack O'Neill was oh so good at THAT. "Um, you remember Doc Frasier?"

The response was immediate. "WHAT???" Hammond bellowed across the phone line.

"Well, sir, her death was pretty senseless, and I did get her after the fact, so that the timeline wouldn't be hurt too bad."

"This plan sounds too thought out, Jack, especially if it was just a 'joyride.' Are you sure it was only you?"

"Just me, General," Jack lied through his teeth. "So what do you want me to do? I can't exactly put her back, not after I brought her back to life and all."

He could hear Hammond sigh on the other end of the phone. Finally the senior officer replied slowly, "Think of some other explanation to her presence, and we'll forget this conversation ever took place."

A small smile formed on Jack's face. "Yes, sir. Thank you, sir," he replied as the thought of "Carter will think of something," crossed his mind.

"Good. Now don't ever call me at home again."