A/N: HEY! I told you guys not to throw fruit!

One moment, Bobby was kneeling over Alex's still warm corpse in the middle of a space ship, the next he was kneeling on sun warmed grass, Alex's body cradled in his arms. A hand touched his shoulder and he looked up into Lya's child-like face, "Believe, and it shall be," she said in her musical voice, "Bring her if you wish her to live."

Bobby's pain-ridden eyes looked at hers like a lost boy, "She's already dead."

"Her soul remains," Lya said, as if it was common knowledge, "Bring her if you wish the body to remain the vessel of her soul."

"Do it, Bobby," Jack said, his voice numb. He knew what was going on even as he cradled his dead wife to his body. Jack remembered all too well what had happened nine years before – the first time they had met the Nox.

Wordlessly, Bobby stood with Alex's corpse cradled protectively in his arms. Lya made a motion of her hands over the Stargate and it sprung into life. The awe and wonder of the moment was lost on the detective, his mind trying to decide whether to shut down all together, or go along with what was happening. As they stepped back onto the Nox home world, and were confronted with five other Nox, Bobby's mind decided this was a little too interesting for it to go to sleep during it. Maybe afterward …

Lya bowed respectfully to the others. "Anteaus," she addressed one of the older Nox, "The Tauri women require the ceremony, immediately."

Anteaus nodded, his eyes traveling over the two dead woman. He addressed Jack as they walked toward the planet-side camp, "You're ways have done this to them. Do you now see that you're ways are not the best?"

Jack's emotionless eyes found Anteaus's, "Our ways are the only way I know."

Anteaus nodded and soon Bobby found himself having to relinquish his hold on Alex's body. He tried to resist, but Lya put a gentle hand on his arm, "You must let her go now, if you wish her to live." He nodded once, and laid Alex down where he was directed to.

He watched as two more Nox came out of the dwelling they were in front of, making eight of them total. Four of them stood behind the body of the New York City Detective, the other four behind the body of the United States Air Force Lieutenant Colonel. Without a word to mark that everyone was on the same page, the Tauri watched as the ceremony began.

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The first thing Alex was aware of was that someone was holding her much too tightly; the second thing was that something wet was dripping onto her shirt; the third thing was that the someone hugging her too tightly as they cried onto her shirt was Bobby. She moaned slightly as she stirred awake, Bobby loosened his hold on her a bit, allowing her room to get comfortable.

She opened her eyes and stared at her big teddy bear of a partner. Tears glistened in his eyes and slowly Alex remembered the gun Nicole had pointed at her, and she remembered getting shot. She should be dead. But through some miracle she wasn't. She was here in Bobby's arms, safe, loved.

Her hand came up to cup his cheek, her thumb brushing away the tears that continued to fall down his face. She smiled slightly, the smile she saved just for him, that told him everything was all right – that they were all right.

His head came down to meet hers, and they found a way to tell each other everything, without words. When they parted, the tears were still falling down Bobby's face. Alex sat up in his arms, letting him crush her body against his as he whispered, "Oh, God, I thought I lost you."

"You did, Bobby," Alex whispered back, her voice choking with unshed tears, "But I'm here now, Bobby. We're safe. We got her this time."

"Don't talk about her just yet," Bobby begged. "Just … let me hold you."

Alex was all too happy to oblige.

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Sam gave Lya another big hug as Daniel dialed the Gate to Earth – Pendergast having already been informed to head back there after dropping off SG-1, Lya and the detectives. "Thank you, Lya."

Lya smiled at the other woman, "It was what I was meant to do, Sam." The Nox woman put her hand over Sam's stomach, a smile gracing her face, "Your sons will be great healers, Sam. One called to heal the mind, while the other heals the body."

"What?" Jack asked, in mock indignation, "You're telling us that my children are going to be a shrink and a doctor?"

Sam grinned at her husband as they stepped through the Gate, "Don't worry, Jack, I'm sure you can teach them to only use needles as a last resort."

Jack mock glared at his wife, "A shrink? Where would they get that from?"

Sam cocked her head to one side as they hit the ramp on the Earth-side of the 'Gate, "I never told you that Mark is a psychiatrist?"

Jack glared at her menacingly, "No, you failed to mention that your brother's a psychiatrist, Carter."

She smiled impishly at him, "My mistake."

Jack's eyes widened, his mind not even registering the SF's and numerous 'Gate technicians that could hear his words, "Can I believe my own ears? My wife – the great and powerful Dr. Samantha Carter – admitting she made a mistake? Inconceivable!"

Bobby and Alex snorted at the glare Sam gave him in response. The doctor of theoretical astrophysics turned to look at the grinning faces of the SF's, before turning up to the control room to watch the techs frantically trying to figure out who won the betting pool. "Walter!" Sam bellowed.

The balding man who sat in the center of the control room computers turned on the microphone, "Yes, Colonel?"

"That money better be going to a charity," she called back. "Preferably one that helps kids, Walter."

"Yes, Colonel," the man replied. "It's a lofty amount, are you sure you don't want some of it, ma'am?"

"How much?" Jack asked, wondering how much the betting pools surrounding him and Sam had reached.

"That depends. Ma'am, are you pregnant?"

"Lya told us that it's twin boys," Sam said, her grin and happiness overriding her 'righteous indignation'.

Walter nodded, took his hand off the button that turned the microphone on and said something to a blond haired man in a jumpsuit. He nodded once and turned back around, "All the betting pools were won by General Hammond and Dr. Fraiser. The total amount that will go to the charity is about half a million dollars, ma'am, sir."

Sam glared at the grinning SF's as Jack yelled, "Doesn't anyone work around here?"

A/N: Happy now?