A/N: Enjoy! More explaination in this chapter.

"Cassie is the sole survivor of a disease that wiped out her entire planet," Sam started. "We found her and brought her back to Earth. She's been here ever since."

Bobby leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he studied the girl just revealed to be from another planet, "That doesn't explain why this Ba'al's after her."

Cassie glanced at Scott, seeking his reassurance before saying, "The Goa'uld who ruled my home world was performing medical experiments on my race. I'm an advanced form of the Tau'ri … not to mention my close ties to a lot of important people on Earth."

"Tau'ri?" Alex asked, scrunching her nose slightly at the unfamiliar word.

"Humans from Earth," Daniel supplied, trying to ignore Vala as she poked his ribs repeatedly. "Would you stop that!" he finally demanded.

Vala smiled at him innocently, "But you won't let me do anything else fun with you."

Daniel groaned, "I'll take you shopping tomorrow if you just stop."

She growled low in her throat as she sat back in the seat, her arms crossed like a child, "This is just as disappointing as when we had sex."

Daniel's eyes went wide as he tried to control his anger while the rest of the room just looked at him like he had just professed his love for Thor, Supreme Commander of the Asgard Fleet. "We never had sex, Vala," he said, his voice low and dangerous.

She cocked her head at him, "Then what was that on the Prometheus?"

"That was me trying to take back the ship you stole!"

She huffed, turning her attention to Bobby and Alex, "So, how long have you two been together?"

"We've been partners for almost four years," Alex said, still a little mortified about the woman's comments from before.

"But they met once before – back in '85," Sam said, smiling as she remembered that summer clearly.

Alex's eyes widened as she remembered about what had happened that year – the year she and Sam had traveled across Europe together before Alex's wedding. "Oh, God, Sam! I forgot about that."

Bobby tried to remember ever seeing either of the two women in 1985, while he was in Germany, but he couldn't. "What happened in '85?" he asked, hoping something they would say would jog his memory.

"Don't you dare tell him!" Alex cried when Sam opened her mouth to speak. She may not remember what had exactly happened in that trip - and where she might have met Bobby, but she didn't want everyone else knowing that.

Sam ignored her, "In 1985 we took a trip around Europe to commemorate our friendship right before Alex got married. It was the year after we'd graduated high school and the last … girly thing I did before going to the Academy."

"What'd you do, Aunt Sam?" Cassie asked, intrigued by the story so far.

Sam cocked her head, unsure what to say without saying too much. After a few moments of strained silence she replied, "Well, Cassie, remember a few years ago you were looking through my closet and you asked me about the garment bag in the very back?"

Cassie furrowed her brow, "The one that you never open and treat like a sacred object? Yeah, what about it?"

Sam smiled, "That's what we did that summer."

Alex turned and smirked at Sam, "You kept it?"

Sam nodded, "Why not? It's not like I can go somewhere and get a new one. Did you keep yours?"

A delicate blush covered the detective's face as she nodded, "I've only worn it once since then, though … I'm not even sure it still fits."

"I'm sure it does, Lexi. You haven't exactly grown since then," Sam said, reverting back to Alex's old nickname from high school.

Alex glowered at her friend, "No need to remind me of that, Sammie. Or do I need to tell your friends here why you felt like crap the night of Senior year homecoming?"

Sam leaned forward, seemingly oblivious to the looks the men in the room were passing between her and Alex. "You wouldn't do that, Lexi. Because if you did, I'd be forced to tell your partner about that outfit in the back of your closet and remind him that he's seen you in it before."

Alex leaned forward, all too aware of the interested looks directed at the two of them, "The only way for you to do that, Sammie, is to tell your friends about the identical outfit in the back of your closet – and I don't think you want to do that."

"Other than scarring poor Cassie for life, there's no reason why I would mind telling them about it, Lexi. None at all," Sam's smile was sinister and cold, causing a chill to run down Alex's spine.

"All right, I give up!" Jack finally said, drawing attention away from them and toward himself, "Is all this about that bar wench costume you have in your closet, Carter?"

Sam looked down at her hands, unwilling to meet her husband's eyes, "That's not a costume, Jack."

It was all that needed to be said. Bobby and Alex were now able to connect the dots of everything that had happened that summer and remember when they had first met each other. "Early July you two were working for a bar near the Rhine … had to dress up in the … most ridiculous outfits, if I recall correctly," Bobby said, a slight smile playing across his face as he looked down at his small partner.

Alex glared at Sam, refusing to meet Bobby's intense gaze, "It wasn't like I had a choice in the matter. Sam knew the damn bar owner!"

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