Surprise Epilogue!

Epilogue

"Why haven't you invited us out here sooner?" Jack Dalton asked as he settled into a chair around the fire pit at retired Gen. Jack O'Neill's fishing cabin.

"'Cause I didn't want to?" O'Neill threw out with a grin on his face.

"Jack!" Carter rebuked her husband.

Daniel wasn't quite able to stifle his snicker. O'Neill looked over at his longtime friend, "Ok who gave Danny a beer?" He looked at Carter, "I thought you sent out a memo that Jackson wasn't to be given alcoholic beverages. He's a lightweight."

"Hey now!" Daniel protested. "I am a grown man, and can make my own decisions."

Dalton got a twinkle in his eyes, "So Daniel do you think Santa is real?"

Beside him MacGyver sighed loudly. "Daniel you don't have to answer that."

"Oh, he most certainly does," O'Neill added.

"Boys," Rowena greeted as she joined the circle. There were twelve chairs that circled around the fire-pit located beside the pond where several of the group had been fishing earlier. Much to Dalton's displeasure he hadn't caught a thing. O'Neill was holding court with Carter on one side and Daniel on the other. Dean had settled into a chair with his right leg stretched out, his brother sitting right beside him. The so-called rescue had taken place two weeks ago and while Mac looked much better, he was still on light duty and had to be careful and Dean still sported a brace on his left hand and another brace on his right leg.

"Glad everybody finally made it," O'Neill began. "Some of you missed some good fishing." Daniel giggled at that and ignored O'Neill's glare. "Anyway, when I was leading SG-1 after some particularly hard missions I'd invite my team up here to decompress, and I thought I'd extend that invitation to you guys." With a grin he added, "What happens at the cabin, stays at the cabin."

As he sat down Carter leaned over, "With lines like that, it's a wonder I agreed to marry you."

"So General, what happened with Murdoc?" Sam Winchester asked.

"He's locked up at a black site." Carter started, "But Dalton called a friend of his to deal with him."

"A friend of mine that I worked with in the CIA, Matilda Webber, has taken over his interrogation. If there's anything to get out of him, she'll get it." Dalton said it with finality.

"Cheers to that," Dean said as he raised his beer.

"Cheers," the rest of the group echoed. Then the conversation changed to lighter topics and the night passed in the company of wonderful friendships.

Notes:

As always I love to try to stir up some interest for my next story. My ambitious project is to write how I would have had season 6 go (with a lot of what the show runner was planning) Hope to see you there!