Jack looked down at the members of SG-9 and smirked at them. "How you boys feeling?"

"Jesus Colonel, did you shoot us?"

"Oh no, that had nothing to do with me." He looked over his shoulder and smiled at SG-7. The team, with Intar's in hand, made their way to stand by Jack and smiled down at SG-9.

"Welcome to Eleftheria boys," Dame smiled. He and the rest of SG-7 held out a hand and each pulled a member of SG-9 up to their feet. There was a group of people, mostly the SF's stationed at the Gate, standing around and watching them with amusement.

"I really wish you'd stop shooting us."

"And I really wish you'd stop gloating about this transfer but hey, you win some you lose some," Dame smiled.

"Gentlemen." Everyone looked up to find Sam walking towards them, Mal'tec and Ead'ogar just a step behind her. "Would someone care to explain to me what is going on?"

"Nothing much Carter," Jack offered with a smirk. "SG-7 just wanted to welcome SG-9 to your outpost."

Sam's brow rose and Jack knew that SG-7 wanted to laugh, hell he wanted to laugh. It wasn't everyday a base commander gave someone permission to shot someone else and then play stupid. "I thought you came for a visit, gentlemen?"

"Oh we did Ma'am," Dame offered quickly. "But, we just got here really. We were having breakfast and the Colonel here thought we'd like to join him in greeting SG-9."

Sam studied them and her eyes drifted down to their hands; SG-7 made no attempt to hide their Intar's. "Last I checked my officers and staff didn't carry Intar's around the outpost with them. As a matter of fact I know that there isn't a single Intar in any of the Eleftheria armories."

"Uh, no Ma'am," Dame offered.

Sam studied the group carefully and Jack started to rock back on his heels. She was doing a good job of making SG-7 squirm, letting them think that maybe she wasn't so okay with their practical joke. Finally she looked to Jack and he gave her a nod. "Make sure that they don't shoot anyone else, and that they take their Intar's back to the SGC when they leave Colonel."

"Sure, you betcha."

"Gentlemen, I hope you enjoy your visit."

And with that Sam turned around and left Jack alone with SG-7 and -9. The two groups seemed to sag as they released the breath that they had been holding and Jack just smiled "Come on, I'll give you a tour." Jack lead the way from the Gate back to the Ha'tak and listened quietly as the two SG teams chatted easily; the gloating and the shooting forgotten, or easily forgiven anyways.

Jack showed them the various rooms within the Ha'tak that had been transformed under Sam's orders. While she had been recovering on Earth the SGC had taken command of Ba'al's little ship of horrors and set up a temporary commissary and infirmary and all the necessities. When Sam had arrived she had moved things around and requisitioned the correct equipment to turn the temporary set up into a fully functioning permanent set up. There was an infirmary and 12 Iso rooms that Janet was particularly jealous of; the commissary was no better but, no worse than the SGC commissary; the Pel'tak, the bridge of the ship, had been transformed into the Control Room with a conference room set up on either side; Sam's personal office and the Briefing Room were set up one level above the Control Room; and somehow, throughout the pyramid she had set up fully functioning labs, offices, armories, personal quarters, guest quarters, locker rooms, and storage rooms.

"So, that's that," Jack offered easily as he led them back to the commissary. He wanted cake after all.

"Gees," Dame offered, clearly impressed. "Sam's actually made the place livable."

"I like the fact that the gold got covered up," Jack offered. "I mean, that gets tired quickly."

"Yeah, she did a good job with the drapes and things. I'm really glad she took command here. Anyone else might have just made us stare at that damn gold all day."

"Ain't that the truth," Jack offered with a smile.

After the tour Jack had shown SG-9 to their personal quarters and then told the two teams to go poke around the outpost. He had made his way to Sam's office to find the door closed, not the normal for her. She took after Hammond in a lot of her command style and one of those things was keeping her office door open unless she was in a meeting. "So," Jack offered as he looked to Mal'tec and Ead'ogar. "I take it she's busy?"

"Samantha is meeting with Jacob Carter, you are permitted to enter if you wish," Ead'ogar offered easily.

Oh lovely, Jack thought. Jake was just what he needed. "I see you finally got around to calling her Samantha," he offered, trying very hard to delay the run in he didn't want to.

"She has been persistent in her request that we call her by her given name," Mal'tec agreed.

"Yeah, that sounds like Carter," Jack offered with a sigh. It wasn't like Jaffa made small talk so he better get this over with. "Well, yeah …" Jack moved forward and opened the door. Inside Sam was sitting behind her desk, talking quietly with Jacob and Ma'lok. Jacob looked up at the sound of the opening door but Ma'lok didn't flinch. He and Sam seemed to be staring each other down and Jack found himself wondering what he had walked in on.

"Now that I've heard your complaints," Sam offered coldly. "Would you like to take a moment to hear what I did propose to the President?"

"You suggested that he deny our request," Ma'lok nearly growled.

"I also suggested that we help you establish a permanent base on a different planet!" Sam pushed up from her chair, leaning over her desk much as Jack had seen Hammond do in the past. "You're request is valid but you have to understand why I recommended the President not to agree to your proposal! We do not see things eye to eye most of the time Ma'lok. My responsibility is to protect my people and my outpost. We can't spend the rest of our days arguing over respective decisions and whether or not they are a threat to this location and the people present. But, I can help you find a planet of your own; one that will provide both of us with our respective autonomy. I am responsible to the President I will not be responsible to you," Sam growled back. "And I assure you, you do not want to be responsible to me!"

"What did you have in mind Sam," Jacob offered softly, trying to diffuse the tension between the other two.

"I've been going through some things and I've found three planets that may be suitable for you. They're relatively close to allow for us to reach each other by ship if there is a problem with the Gate. We have a number of Gliders available to us in such a scenario. Additionally," Sam offered in a softer tone. "The addresses for these locations are not public knowledge to the rest of the SGC personnel."

"What do you mean," Ma'lok asked.

"I mean that these locations are secure," Sam offered, clearly not about to elaborate.

"But –"

"But nothing," she said, cutting Jacob off quickly and sternly. "The locations are secure. If you would like to know more about these planets I have a file on each of them for you to review," Sam said as she grabbed three thick files and tossed them onto the desk in front of her. "You may take those with you to share with the rest of the Tok'ra if you'd like."

Bam, Jack thought. That was one hell of a way to be dismissed … Ma'lok didn't move until Jacob reached forward and took all three files. Quietly the two men stood from their seats and made their way towards Jack. He moved aside but didn't take his eyes off of Sam until the door had closed again. He looked over to find Sam leaning back in her chair. She was trying to take on a relaxed pose and she was almost succeeding but he could tell, because he knew her, that she was waiting to be questioned.

"That looked ... fun."

"You know the Tok'ra," Sam offered casually.

Jack moved further into the office and took up the seat that Jacob had been in. "Meetings like that make you love command, don't they?"

"There's always that moment," Sam offered softly.

Jack could tell that his presence wasn't doing her any good. Whatever was going on was clearly command related – command related but above his position here at Eleftheria. He hadn't been here a week, this was his first day on duty, and already command between the two of them was stressing her out. Jack wasn't about to add to that. Not when she was caring his children …

"Want to go get some cake?"