Authors Note: Don't you hate it when the truth gets in the way of a good story? A few readers pointed out to issues with my antibiotic story. Yep, upon further research I discovered that break mold actually produces very little antibiotics. Without it being processed and condensed it's useless. And cantaloupes would work better than bread anyway. Jack would have been far better off with a natural antibiotic like cranberries, honey, or garlic. And even then the blood poisoning where it was would probably kill him. No worries, I have no intention of killing off Jack. I'd fix the mistake, but that would kill Janet Frizer's lovely backstory. So, I'm just going to tell you it's not based on facts, and continue on with my story.

"Quit looking at it," Jack says.

"I'm not," she says without lifting her eyes from it.

"You ever heard the phrase 'a watched pot never boils'? Well, a watched streak of blood poisoning never retreats," he says.

"You could die," she says.

"C'mere," he says, patting the bed next to him.

She jumps up next to him with perhaps too much eagerness. "I'm really sorry that you didn't have a choice in who you married. You deserved to have a choice. But in marrying me, you married this. I am going to be in life threatening situations a lot. Almost constantly. I can't promise you that I am always going to come home."

She turns away, no longer delighted in the fact that he asked her to share his bed for the first time in the marriage.

"But I will promise you that I am always going to try my hardest to get home. And I have been coming home for a long time. We're good at what we do, Carter, and we don't leave any man behind."

"I'm not ready to be a single mom," she confesses.

"Daniel and his wives were going to take him if I died. I can tell him that that is still the plan," Jack says softly. He's a little surprised by where the conversation is going. Sara always refused to talk about things like that. It's probably better that Carter is willing to talk about it, but he finds that he doesn't really like to talk about it anymore than his wife did.

Sam shakes her head, "It would be bad enough if I lost you; I couldn't stand to lose Charlie, too. I just wouldn't be able to… do it by myself. So you'd better not die."

"Well, I'll try my best not to. But, Carter, you're never going to be alone. You may not officially be in the resistance. But you are by marriage, and we take care of our own. They'd be there for you if I die."

She is comforted by this. Still, Sam is wondering if maybe it's for the best that she doesn't get too attached to him. Maybe she should live as a maiden in her marriage house. It would be safer for her heart.

But she looks at him as he gives her a quirky grin, and she knows that she couldn't do it even if she wanted to. She's already too far into this. She's in love with her husband.

-0-0-0-

"It really looks good," Janet assures them as she looks at Jack's wound.

"'Am," Charlie says from the door, "'otty."

"Ok, bud," she says, "I'll be right back," she tells the adults.

Jack sees something on Janet's face as she looks at his son. "Janet, how come you've never had kids?"

"I had a son a long time ago," she mutters.

"I'm sorry," he says.

"I was too."

"That why you got into medicine?" he asks softly.

"If I knew what I know now, I probably could have saved him."

Jack pauses for a long second, "That doesn't make what happened your fault, Janet."

She turns away from him for a long moment, "I just need to focus on saving those I can, Jack. Which right now means feeding you another dose of bread mold."

"How did you figure out that bread mold stopped infections anyway?"

"It was an accident. My second husband was dirt poor. My bride price was super cheap that time. Back then, I was classified as 'infertile' and 'rebellious', and no one pays for that. He was a stubborn old man. He never wanted to waste food. Things would get moldy, and he'd eat them anyway. We both got sick. Scarlet fever. And he got better. And he served me food. And I wasn't up cooking."

"So you ate the moldy bread," Jack guesses.

"And I got better."

"Your second husband isn't your current husband, is he?" Jack asks.

"No, current husband is number five. The moldy bread eater sold me when I kept disobeying him. Especially the going out after dark. I wasn't in the resistance then, but I helped my neighbors. If someone had a sick kid, I was there. He was convinced I was cheating on him."

"Ah, so you got an 'unfaithful' label added to the docket the next time," he says with soft eyes which actually show he understands more than she meant him too.

"And you can imagine the quality of bidders for husband number three."

"Did the last two get better?" Jack asks with concern.

"Well, I got better at sneaking, so 'unfaithful' and 'rebellious' got taken off."

Sam comes back into the room carrying Charlie.

"Hey, little man," Janet says sadly, bending down to his level.

"'mile," the boy scolds.

She obeys, but the smile doesn't reach her eyes. Usually, she's too busy to care about her lack of children. Usually, she only thinks about it when she's trying not to think about the pain that happens every time she has sex.

But some kids, they remind her of her son. Jack's kid, he always did that to her. It wasn't really fair, though, if her son had lived he'd be eight years old by now.

"Can I hold you, sweetie?" she asks.

Charlie nods his head. Janet picks him up, and Charlie snuggles into her in a way that melts her heart.

"This kid is adorable, you guys are planning on making a whole bunch more of these, right?" she asks.

Their faces look panicked, "Ah… not so much? Because I have something for that. It's not pleasant tasting, but it's pretty affective at keeping the stork away until you want the stork to arrive."

"I don't think we'll need that," Jack says.

"Ok, well, there is a list of foods that you should eat if there is a baby on the horizon. There's this guy who found that eating these foods made the baby's spine stronger."

"I don't think we'll need the list either," Jack says with a cough.

"I don't understand… you're not having a baby, but you're also not not having a baby?" Janet says.

"I just think it's a personal issue, I don't need to discuss it with others," Sam says.

"I'm your doctor," Janet says.

"I know, I'm just using something that I got from… a friend," Sam mutters.

"Ok, well, tell me what it is, because there are a lot of things people do that really don't work," Janet says patiently.

"I can personal guarantee that our method of birth control is 100% effective," Jack says.

Sam giggles.

"No method is 100% effective," Janet scolds.

"Ok, well, close," Jack says. Yeah, really close. He thinks. Barring immaculate freaking conception, he's 100% certain.

-0-0-0-

In the moments were Sam is somewhere between fully asleep and fully conscious, an extremely pleasant feeling radiates through her body. It's curling her toes, and paralyzing her fingers, but most of the energy is concentrated between her legs. She opens her eyes and looks for the source of this unexpected pleasure.

It's her husband's hand, callused by work, working a miracle under her shirt. Sam really hopes that her husband is awake, and that he's doing this on purpose.

If so, he was a whole lot easier to seduce than she thought he would be.

But just in case he isn't awake, she is going to be really careful not to move. She really doesn't want this feeling to go away, ever.

The first thing Jack becomes aware of is the smell he's already associated with his new wife. And then he becomes aware of what is in his hand. He stops the ministrations, and hears a moan of disappointment from the woman super close to him. It almost breaks his resolve.

He moves away from her, and realizes that he's been pressing a very alert portion of his body into her butt. He can't believe this. He practically violated her in her sleep.

"You're going to have to go back to your own bed," he warns.

"I have to watch you. What if you got sick in the middle of the night?" she asks with genuine concern.

"I think we can conclude I'm healed," he mumbles.

"Better safe than sorry," she chirps.

"I tell you what, you can keep sleeping in my bed. But if you're going to be in my bed, I'm going to be in yours," he mutters.

"You do look better," she says, leaning over to look at the red streak which has almost completely depleted.

Her face is a little too close to his crotch, and the not-quite relaxed yet member comes to full attention again, and he is relieved that she doesn't notice. He closes his eyes, and tries to think about the least sexy things in the universe: Goa'ulds in gaudy dress, black holes, death, and his mother.

"Does it hurt?" she asks, confused, looking at his face.

He clears his throat, "No, I'm, ah… good."

"Oh, you just had a weird look on your face for a second there," she says.

"I'm fine," he assures her.

"So, I think I came up with an idea for my first work for the resistance," she says.

"Yeah?"

"I think we could do a sort of… life signs detector. Life gives off heat, right? And I worked on a heat-sensing camera a few years ago. I abandoned it as useless, and it is on Earth. It detects every fire in every house. But I assume some of these planets you go to are different. And fire is a sign of life, too."

"That does sound useful, and Goa'uld technology would give of heat signatures, too, right?"

She gives him a surprised smile. She had no idea that her husband knew anything about science. "Yeah, their ships and buildings would show up as bright. If I can get it as fine-tuned as I'd like to, you might even be able to tell the difference between someone wearing Goa'uld technology from someone who isn't."

"That would be great for when we're trying to figure out if they are friendlies or hostiles," Jack says, looking excited.

"Right, that's my goal, keeping you safer. The only thing is I am going to need some supplies in order to pull this off. Supplies that you can't exactly buy at the corner store. Now, back when I was working for the Goa'uld I would just give them a list of the technological supplies I would need, and it would arrive at my door. I assume that the resistance has some way of getting the supplies as well."

"Yes, just write down whatever you want and give the list to Sha'uri, and she will get it to the people that can get it to you. It will take a few days before it arrives. You can write, correct?"

She raises her eyebrows, "Are you serious?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend, but you do realize that most woman cannot write."

"You're right, sorry," Sam says. "I'm going to get up and see how far I can make it on the list before Charlie gets up."

"I can take care of Charlie this morning."

"No, you got shot."

"I'm better, you saw yourself."

"Better as in I'm no longer worried that you are going to die, but you still have a hug burn on your side. You don't need to be lifting up a heavy kid and stretching out the skin over there."

"Carter," he protests.

She scrunches her face at him, "Maybe I shouldn't even leave you alone to go talk to Sha'uri."

"Carter, I am absolutely fine," he assures her.

She walks over to the desk and grabs a sheet of paper to start making her list. No sooner is the first word committed to paper than Charlie starts to cry. She lets out a sigh.

He worries that she is getting sick of motherhood already. He quickly stands up and moves to get him.

"No, Jack, you lay back down. I'll get him."

"I've been laying down for days, Carter. I wouldn't get him if I didn't know for sure I could. You know that I would never put my son in risk. It would kill me if I ended up dropping him or something. I've missed him over the last couple days."

"You've seen him a lot," Sam says, offended by his words. She made sure that she brought his son in to see him lots. She didn't want the kid to suffer because of his father's injury.

"I know, but seeing a kid is different from taking care of a kid. I don't want to be like his fun uncle or whatever. I want to be his dad. I want to go back to taking care of my kid."

She smiles, and gives him a nod, which is all it takes for him to scoot out of the room. She turns back to the list.

-0-0-0-

"Is Sha'uri here?" Sam asks Hosna as she enters the house.

"Yes, but she's sick," the woman says bitterly. It was Sha'uri's day to watch the children, and Hosna isn't happy taking an extra day with them.

"Is it ok if I go to see her anyway?" Sam asks.

Hosna nods her head, and Sam enters the room.

"Are you ok?" she asks as she comes into the room, "Is the baby ok?"

"Of course, this is just normal pregnancy sick," Sha'uri says.

"Well, I brought you a list of things I'd love to have, to do the work of the resistance, but it's nothing that you have to worry about today," Sam says.

"Put the list over there, I'll get to it as soon as I'm better," Sha'uri says.

"There is no rush."

"No, I'm more worried about another meeting that I am going to be missing today."

"I could do it for you," Sam offers.

Sha'uri laughs.

"I'm serious," Sam says offended.

"Honey, you're not trained."

"I know about cameras," Sam offers.

Sha'uri tilts her head at her surprised, "I only know of one other person who figured that out on their own, and that is your husband."

"See, I have good instincts, I can do this."

"I wouldn't even be considering this if the mission today was actually dangerous. But it's not. It's just a routine pick up with a Goa'uld official."

"There are Goa'uld officials in the resistance?" Sam says in shock.

"Well, not exactly. He's not really with us, but he is often in charge of making that fancy jewelry the Goa'ulds love so much. He replaces the fancy metal that he is given with cheap substitutes. It's a risky thing for him to do, but he's been doing it for over forty years, and has never gotten caught. He then gives us the expensive metals at this drop. We sell it on the black market, and use the money for resistance operations."

Sam is relieved, "I'm glad to hear it; for a while I've been feeling guilty about my own bride price. I'm glad that it didn't actually come out of Jack's pocket."

Sha'uri nods, even though his is a lie. She knows that Jack would never use the resistance's money to buy his own wife. Not even if he really and truly believed that he was never going to sleep with her. In fact, Jack had been using his family's fortune for years to free people the resistance didn't find 'valuable' enough to save. Jack always said that all of them were valuable. It broke his heart that he wasn't able to save every single one of them.

"So, tell me where I can do a pick up," Sam instructs.

Sha'uri, leans forward and whispers the address to her.