Authors Note: Sorry I abandoned this story for so long. I plan on finishing it up in the next week with the last three chapters.
Jack grabs onto his wife's hand under the blanket when they are about to go to sleep. "You talk to Janet yet?" he whispers.
She snuggles against him so he can feel her nodding her head against his chest.
"So her and Walter, it's a go?"
"No, she doesn't want to get married to someone else, but she does want to have a baby."
"Well, I'm not having a baby with her, so she's going to have to think of a different plan."
"What if you could have a baby without actually having to share a room?"
"She wants to adopt?"
"No, she knows how to make a baby by you… providing part of yourself, and her in a different room putting it in."
"That's more than a little bit impersonal. She could get anyone to do it."
"She wants you to be her baby's father."
"That really isn't that far away from wanting me to be her husband. You can't be ok with it."
"I'm ok with it as long as you don't sleep together."
"I think you have a pretty narrow definition of what a wife is, Sam. Part of being married is the raising children together, the doing the dishes, the having conversations over cups of coffee."
"I'm ok with sharing you, Jack, sharing most of all of you. I don't want you staring into each other's eyes over candles or kissing. But I am fine with the three of us being close. The three of us being best friends who work together to raise our babies."
He pauses, "When the time comes, are you going to help me acquire the necessary bits? It would feel wrong to make this baby without your help."
She nods her head against his chest.
"Ok, then."
She giggles, and gets out of bed.
"Where are you going?" he asks her.
"I have to tell Janet."
"I think I'm a little bit jealous of your wife," he teases.
"When I come back, I'm going to make it up to you," she says alluringly.
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The numbers of the resistance swell with the death of Ra. No-one knew that a god could die. People had always assumed that they were immortal.
And if a god can die, than perhaps the old stories of the hope of resistance, perhaps they tell of things that can happen as well.
People all go up to the person in their life that they thought most likely to be in the resistance, and they ask them quite boldly.
The people always say no.
But sometimes, later at night, if they'd guessed right, they're given an invitation.
The new inductees were all in their own group, not given any information until they'd been tested and found sure.
The Goa'uld weren't even trying to spy. They were too busy trying to re-build, trying to conquer.
And the ranks of the rebelling swelled, reached critical mass, and swelled even faster.
And among these ranks was one owl-eyed anthropologist.
The Next Day
"Sha'uri," Jack says, coming into her house on a day when he knows it is her turn to be alone with the children, "You'll never guess who just joined the resistance!"
"A thousand people a day," she says without a whole lot of interest.
"One of them is your husband."
Sha'uri grabs onto him in shock, "Dan'yel? Dan'yel has joined the cause?"
Jack nods, "Usually we have a couple of safe guards to ensure that they're not a spy. But I think both of us can be pretty sure that Danny-Boy here is not a spy. So I've come to authorize you to tell him about the resistance."
"I can tell him everything?" she asks in awe.
"Yep, you can tell him who's in it. What you've done. The fact that my wife is the reason that the Goa'uld are losing power."
"Which wife?" Sha'uri says, not quite buying Jack's platonic relationship with Janet.
"Both, but primarily the one I'm in love with," he says with a smile.
"I can really tell him everything?" Sha'uri asks.
"You can," he assures her.
The Next Night
Sha'uri didn't let on that she knew anything was up the first night. After all, it wasn't her turn to be with her husband. Daniel didn't think anything of it, because Dr. Jordon had warned him that going from recruit to member was a slow process, one that he himself had not even completed yet.
But the next night is her night with her husband. She intended to tell him right away. But the baby was fussing, so she put it off. Then her husband was amorous, and she put it off. After all, he might be angry at her when he found out that she'd been a member of the resistance for their entire marriage, and never bothered to tell him. So she wanted to make sure that they had sex before she told him. Then he fell asleep, and she didn't want to wake him.
He stirs in his sleep, and finds himself staring at his wife.
"You ok?" he asks.
"You applied to join the resistance," she whispers.
He sits up quickly, "I know, I should have told you before I did it. I'm putting all of you and the kids at risk. It's reckless and stupid. I wanted to do it for a long time, but I put it off, because it was so dangerous. Now I think it is safe enough though, I really do."
"I wasn't as cautious at you were," she tells him softly.
His brain is so clogged with sleep that it takes a long moment before the words register, "You're… you can't be a resistance fighter," he stammers.
"Why are you surprised? Because I'm a women?" she says with fierce defensive feminism like he's never seen in his wife before.
"No, just because I feel like I would know if my wife was in the resistance. You're not all in it, are you?"
"No, it turns out we don't always act as a unit," she says bitterly.
"Hey, sorry," he says wrapping his arms around her.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I wanted to, but you could have had me killed."
"I never would have done that; no matter how much I disagreed with your decision, I never would have let them kill the love of my life," he tells her.
She rests in his hug for a while.
"What do you do for the resistance?"
"I run things around to people, and I sometimes still take care of Charlie, although I used to do that a lot more before Jack got married, twice over."
"What does the last thing have to do with the resistance?" he asks.
She looks at him.
"Jack's in the resistance?" he asks, blinking.
"And Sam, and Janet."
"Wow," Daniel says letting a long breath out, "What does Jack do for the resistance?"
"He's something called a spy," she says, not expecting her husband to know the meaning of the word.
His eyes light up. "Well, this seems to be perfect. Ever since I found this, I've known that I had to get it to a spy within the resistance. I just didn't know how I was going to be able to do that. Now I find out my wife is someone who brings things to people, and my best friend is the one that she brings them to." He pulls something from beneath the bed.
"There is another Stargate, one that the Goau'd don't know about. It's a long way away, on the frozen continent. But if we could get someone to go there, and get it. I'm pretty sure that I could make it work. That we'd be able to go off world."
"If we could make all the people around the galaxy understand that resistance is possible. That you can really beat the Gou'uld, this thing would be over in no time," she says in awe.
He grins at her.
"Dan'yel, you have just saved an entire race of people."
"Not yet I haven't, but maybe together… we can," Daniel says, laying down next to his wife and holding her close.
The Next Day
Walter knocks on Sha'uri's door, and is surprised to see another woman open it. He knows that Sha'uri has two sister wives, but he's never seen them before. Usually Sha'uri delivers his dinner to him, but today he was told to come to her.
"Hello. Is Sha'uri here?" he asks.
The woman seems lost in his eyes for a couple of seconds, "She's in the kitchen, cooking."
"Would it be alright if I went in there to see her?" he asks softly.
"I'll tell her you're here, but you'd better sit down in the living room and wait," Farida says.
He smiles, and positions himself on the floor. Farida's four-year old crawls onto his lap, and begins to jabber about something. Walter can't actually pick up on what the child is saying, but he smiles at the boy, and that is all the encouragement that Henry needs in order to continue yammering enthusiastically.
Farida comes back in a few minutes later, and says, "She'll be bringing your meal as soon as she's done with it."
"Thank you," Walter says.
"So you're the bachelor she's been cooking for?" Farida asks with interest.
"I am," he says, tickling the small child on his lap.
"I don't understand why a nice young man like you isn't married yet."
He tilts his head, and says something that he would never have said a few months ago. Something that he is only brave enough to say, now that admitting you're a member of the resistance was something more likely to get you a slap on the back and a free beer than arrested. If it was ok to admit that, how much easier would it be to admit something that was far more socially acceptable?
"I decided a long time ago that the only way I was going to get married was if some woman wanted to marry me," he says.
"Well, it seems to me that there are a lot of women who would be perfectly willing, if you would just ask them," she says with a wide smile on her face.
"It's a little hard to meet someone to ask in a world where everyone is either already someone's wife or still a child."
"You don't want to marry a newbride?" she asks knowing that first-time wives went for three or four times as much as 'used' wives.
"I have no issue with newbrides. I just don't want to end up with some little girl who is going to cry on the wedding night. I don't think that sixteen is old enough to be a wife."
Farida remembers back to her own wedding night. She hadn't cried, but she had started to shake. Daniel had been nice about it. He'd just held her, and he'd waited more than a week before their first time really and truly occurred. She'd always loved him like that.
But the whole time that she had loved her husband she'd known that she loved him out of convenience. She'd loved him because she was already married to him and she didn't really have a choice. She couldn't help but wonder if a deeper kind of love wasn't possible.
"You're good with him," she says, looking at her son on Walter's lap.
"He's a sweat kid. Is he yours?"
"He, and his baby sister," she says, pointing to a one-year-old.
"They're beautiful," Walter says with a huge smile.
Then Farida realizes why she would never be able to fall in love with someone. If she was ever sold to another husband, she would not be able to take her children along. She could never leave them.
But that doesn't mean she can't enjoy getting to know this man. Daniel isn't the sort of man who would let people kill her for emotional cheating.
A Week Later
Jack walks into the rebellion headquarters to see a scene which has become very familiar to him. His two wives and his best friend, all bent over the DHD.
"You got that thing working yet?" he asks.
"It's all theoretical, Jack; if we turn it on before we are really ready, the Goa'uld might be able to find us."
"But if we never end up turning it on, then it doesn't do us any good to have the damned thing," Jack points out helpfully.
"Give us time," Sam says.