Following your comments, I'm continuing this story :)
Warning: this chapter contains an erotic scene.

The atmosphere in the infirmary was heavy, the dimmed lights casting soft shadows on the gray walls. The usually reassuring medical instruments seemed oddly menacing in this setting. Sam was lying on the examination table, the chill of the sheet contrasting with the warmth of her feverish skin.

Pervasive pain pulsed through her, a throbbing and nagging sensation radiating in her lower abdomen. Every breath seemed to exacerbate the agony, as if a vice was inexorably tightening around her uterus. Her eyelids, heavy with pain, fluttered open and closed slowly, a thin film of sweat glistening on her forehead, reflecting the intensity of her discomfort.

Jack, standing by her side, felt powerless in the face of her suffering. He gently squeezed her hand, trying to offer some semblance of comfort, but his eyes betrayed his deep concern.

Dr. Carolyn Lam, sensing Sam's distress, acted swiftly. "We're going to relieve this pain," she said, preparing a dose of morphine. With a practiced hand, she inserted the needle into Sam's vein, administering the potent analgesic. "This should take effect quickly."

As the morphine spread through her system, Sam felt a wave of warmth and relaxation envelop her body. The pain didn't completely vanish, but it became more bearable, as if held at bay by a protective veil.

Once certain that Sam was as comfortable as possible, Carolyn prepared for the ultrasound. She calmly explained the procedure. "At this early stage of pregnancy, a transvaginal ultrasound will give us a clearer image of what's happening inside."

Carolyn gathered the necessary equipment and turned to Jack, a resolute expression on her face. "General O'Neill," she began in a gentle yet firm voice, "I recommend that you leave the room during the examination. I'd like Colonel Carter to be as at ease as possible during the procedure."

Jack cast a protective glance at Sam, then straightened up, jaw clenched and posture rigid. "I'm not moving from here," he retorted with unwavering determination. "After everything Carter's been through today, I intend to stay by her side."

Carolyn's gaze betrayed a hint of annoyance at Jack's stubbornness, but she also recognized the futility of engaging in an argument with him at this moment.

She let out a resigned sigh. "Alright, General. However, I ask that you stay near her head and do your best not to interfere or distract her during the examination."

Jack nodded in understanding, acknowledging the doctor's set directives. He took a few steps towards the bed. He leaned in gently, intertwining his fingers with Sam's. She turned her gaze toward him, offering a fragile yet genuine smile, seeking comfort in his presence.

Carolyn meticulously adjusted her equipment. With a confident and delicate motion, she inserted the probe, her eyes fixed on the bright screen. The displayed details were remarkably sharp, each internal structure unveiling itself with crystalline clarity. Her expertise allowed her to navigate skillfully, analyzing every detail of the ultrasound.

The outline of the gestational sac appeared clearly on the screen, but despite her efforts to find a glimmer of hope, the embryo's heartbeat remained absent. A shadow crossed the doctor's face, the weight of the situation bearing heavily on her shoulders. She understood, better than anyone in the room, the implications of this discovery.

"I'm sorry, Sam," Dr. Lam began, her voice soft but laden with gravity. "The ultrasound shows the presence of the gestational sac, but I'm not detecting any cardiac activity. Given the trauma you've experienced and the proximity of the injury to this area, it appears that the pregnancy has been interrupted."

A heavy silence settled in the room, making Dr. Lam's words almost tangible. Sam felt as if time had slowed down, each second stretching out infinitely. Her overwhelmed mind struggled to grasp the reality of the situation. She blinked, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to overflow. "You mean...?"

Dr. Lam's throat tightened, the weight of the situation pressing on her as much as on her patients. "It's a miscarriage," she answered softly. "And it's highly likely that the trauma you've experienced played a significant role in this unfortunate event."

The pain in Sam's eyes was palpable, a mix of physical and emotional agony. Seeing her distress, Jack tightened his grip on her hand.

In a whisper laden with emotions, Dr. Lam added before taking her leave, "We'll keep you here for a few hours, monitor your condition, and ensure that everything progresses as it should. If you need anything at all, know that I'm nearby."

Sam nodded weakly, her mind dulled by the whirlwind of events. The twists and turns of the day, coupled with the tragedy of this immeasurable loss, felt like an almost unbearable weight. She turned to Jack, curling into his arms as one would seek refuge in a cave to escape a storm, seeking warmth and protection.

Feeling her distress, Jack placed a gentle and protective kiss on her forehead. "We'll get through this," he promised. Their relationship had weathered many challenges before, and they knew that despite this new trial, they would find a way to face this tragedy together.

The urgent alert sirens reverberated throughout the underground complex of the SGC, the flashing lights bathing the corridors in a deep red hue. The unscheduled activation of the Stargate, an always alarming event, sent adrenaline coursing through the veins of every member of the base.

Jack quickly straightened up, his gaze hardening. "What's happening now?"

Sam, despite her pain and distress, turned toward the infirmary door, recalling her responsibilities as a member of SG-1.

In the embarkation room, military personnel had swiftly formed ranks, their weapons pointed at the Stargate, ready to defend Earth against any potential threat. The metallic iris had been closed in time, blocking any unauthorized entry.

Daniel and Teal'c sprinted down the corridors, their footsteps echoing at every turn, and they reached the control room within seconds. Walter Harriman, at the controls, informed them of the situation. "No codes received, it's an unauthorized opening," he said, tension evident in his voice.

Before they could fully process the situation, the Stargate suddenly lit up with a cascade of dazzling lights, almost eclipsing the reality around them. Two bursts of energy, radiating an otherworldly brightness, breached the iris as if mocking the laws of matter, passing through it like a gentle summer breeze. These vibrant energies condensed, slowly shaping into human silhouettes on the embarkation room platform.

Daniel, breathless, immediately discerned the serene and familiar silhouette of Oma Desala. Before the room could descend into panic, Daniel, urgency in his voice, exclaimed, "Hold your fire! It's Oma!" Without a moment's hesitation, he burst out of the control room, with Teal'c, ever watchful, following closely, both of them navigating their way through the corridors to the point of emergence.

"Oma," Daniel began, panting, his eyes searching for answers, "what are you doing here?"

Oma, her voice gentle with a touch of urgency, stated, "Daniel, allow me to introduce you to Hadès." The man nodded with a solemn tilt of his head, suggesting a restrained power.

Hadès' stature, dominant and majestic, was crowned with an almost palpable aura that seemed to move around him like a veil. His hair was black, meticulously slicked back, highlighting a noble forehead and slightly arched eyebrows that lent gravity to his expression. The square face, framed by an impeccably trimmed beard, emphasized his strong features. A discreet yet undeniable scar crossed his right cheek, a silent witness to a tumultuous past and secret trials. But what captured attention the most were his eyes: a shade so dark that they seemed like bottomless pits, swallowing the ambient light.

He wore a long, dark-colored robe, the fluidity of which contrasted with the rigidity of his stance. A leather belt adorned with ancient glyphs encircled his waist, adding an air of mystery to his appearance. Every detail of his attire whispered tales of power, ancient wisdom, and hidden intrigue.

Before Daniel could even begin to voice further inquiries, Oma spoke, her voice carrying a palpable urgency. "Where is Samantha Carter?"

"She's in the infirmary," Daniel quickly replied, sensing a special significance in the question.

Without further ceremony, Oma and Hadès transformed once again into their energy forms and soared away, leaving behind trailing ribbons of light as they propelled themselves at breakneck speed. Daniel and Teal'c followed suit, the echoes of their determined strides resonating forcefully on the concrete of the SGC.

Like comets streaking across a night sky, the two luminescent figures raced through the corridors, almost outshining the ambient brightness of the complex. They came to an abrupt halt in front of the closed doors of the infirmary. The guards, taken aback by this almost celestial appearance, were on high alert, their fingers hovering near their weapon triggers. But before any discharge could shatter the silence, Daniel, his breath ragged from the frantic sprint, exclaimed, "Hold your fire! They're with us."

In the infirmary, a supernatural glow flooded the room as the two shimmering silhouettes entered, creating an electric and almost surreal atmosphere. Jack, standing by Sam's bedside, straightened with sharpness, his steel gaze revealing an instant alertness. "What's happening?"

The fluctuating luminosities gradually solidified, revealing human forms. When the outlines of Oma emerged from the halo of light, Jack's heart skipped a beat. Recognition and astonishment mingled in his eyes.

"We have come for the child, Samantha," Oma said, her voice tinged with a gentle gravity that managed to slightly soothe the tense atmosphere.

Sam's eyes, misty with tears, reflected a pain that seemed immeasurable. "It's too late... His heart has stopped beating," she murmured, her voice broken.

It was then that the second silhouette, exuding an aura as captivating as it was enigmatic, took a step forward. "Hello, Samantha, I am Hadès," his deep voice resonating through the room. "I possess the power to restore life where it has been lost. If you grant me your trust, I can bring the child back."

Sam's gaze instinctively turned toward Jack. Her eyes, a deep blue, were a battleground of inner struggle between the most fervent hope and a visceral fear. Sensing her hesitation, Jack, after a moment that felt like an eternity, slowly nodded as a sign of silent encouragement.

With a determination tinged with trepidation, Sam finally breathed, "Okay."

With a regal stride, Hadès approached the bed where Sam lay. Each of his steps resonated with deliberate weight, as if the weight of destiny rested upon his shoulders. Jack felt an intense pressure, so profound that it seemed to vibrate the air around him. His eyes remained fixed on Hadès, deciphering and anticipating every move of this enigmatic visitor. In an almost instinctual movement, he positioned himself between the stranger and Sam.

Hadès, however, remained unperturbed by O'Neill's silent hostility. He gently extended his hands, fingers elongated and almost translucent, toward Sam's abdomen. They barely touched the space above her, moving through the air like a maestro conducting a silent symphony. His eyelids gently lowered, concealing the abyssal depths of his eyes, while his features tensed in an effort of extreme concentration.

A hush descended upon the room, broken only by Sam's uneven breaths. Suddenly, a golden radiance burst forth from Hadès' hands, weaving an enchanting halo around Carter's belly. This light, reminiscent of both the gentleness of a sunset and the mystery of an aurora borealis, flooded the infirmary, transforming it into a sanctuary from another world. The outpouring of energy was so tangible that it seemed to envelop each person present, like a comforting and hopeful fabric.

Completely captivated by this display of power, Jack felt a mixture of wonder and serenity, a striking contrast to the intensity of the moment. Time seemed to lose its significance.

Then, like a dream dissipating at dawn, the light withdrew gently, leaving behind a soft warmth that cradled the soul. When Hadès opened his eyes, they sparkled with a triumphant gleam, a reflection of accomplishment tinged with a touch of humility. "The child is with us again," he murmured.

With barely-contained emotion, Sam spoke with a voice veiled by sentiment, "Are you sure?"

Hadès nodded with solemn gravity.

Jack, overwhelmed by a whirlwind of emotions, drew closer to Sam, his fingers tenderly brushing against hers. He locked his gaze with hers, seeking a sign, a silent confirmation that she was truly okay.

Daniel, overwhelmed by this sudden revelation, displayed a perplexed expression. "Wait a moment," he interjected, searching for his words amidst the whirlwind of emotions. "I thought the Ancients had strict rules about non-interference. Why have you come to save Victor?"

Oma, her gaze penetrating and imbued with millennia of wisdom, took her time to formulate her response. "Victor has been under our observation for quite some time," she began. "He carries a spark that few possess. When he discovered Hadès' bracelet, he didn't just stumble upon an Ancient artifact; he was recognized and chosen by Hadès himself."

Daniel, still processing, almost whispered to himself, "What is the purpose of this bracelet?"

Hades, with an almost supernatural aura, declared in a deep and mysterious voice, "I have confined the entirety of my power in this bracelet. When it chooses its bearer, they inherit all of my abilities."

A thick silence enveloped the room before Oma added, "His act of bravery, his sacrifice for life... it touched the Others. They decided to grant an exception, allowing Hadès to intervene. Victor is significant."

The gazes of Jack and Sam met in a mixture of uncertainty and protectiveness. "What do you mean by 'significant'?" Sam questioned, worry evident in her voice.

Hadès, speaking in a calm but weighty tone, articulated, "There are stakes you cannot yet comprehend."

This evasive response kindled a fire in Jack's eyes. "Listen to me carefully," he said firmly, each word emphasized by his determination. "Our son is not a pawn in your cosmic games. Victor will stay far away from all of this. No matter his genetic heritage or your predictions. Am I clear enough?!"

Recognizing the determination of the parents before her, Oma nodded gently. "The protection of Victor is inherent, and we do not wish to harm him. We will simply be there to guide and assist him if necessary. Be aware that destiny has a peculiar way of asserting itself."

Daniel, observing the tense exchanges between Jack and the entities before him, tried to intervene to restore calm. "Victor made a very clear choice: he didn't want to return to Ivadoll, to the point of sacrificing his own life for it. What danger was he afraid of?"

Hadès, whose face often seemed inscrutable, showed a hint of empathy. "Ivadoll holds many secrets. The shadows concealed within it are as numerous as the stars in the sky."

Jack, his voice tinged with annoyance, seized the attention, his intense eyes fixed on Hadès. "Since you're mentioning secrets, let's talk about the Asgard's secrets. They abducted him. Were you aware of that too?"

With a measured nod, Hadès acknowledged, "The machinations of the Asgard are seldom beyond our reach. Even though we do not always condone their actions, Victor's journey to Ivadoll was essential."

Indignation burst forth in Jack's voice. "Essential? After everything they put him through, to the point where he wanted to end his own life, you dare say it was essential?"

Hadès' unwavering calm contrasted with Jack's emotional storm. "The suffering and Victor's ultimate act hold a deeper meaning than what your eyes can currently perceive."

Jack's gaze darkened with a mix of pain and fury. "Listen to me closely, Hadès. I will do everything in my power to ensure my son's safety. He will stay far from Ivadoll, far from all of this, and most importantly, far from you."

Sensing Jack's unwavering resolve, Hadès opted for a different approach. "Understand, Jack, that every action, every choice, has consequences that extend far beyond what we can see or comprehend. But I hear your pain and determination." He paused, choosing his words carefully. "There is another matter I would like to stress. Please convey to Thor the urgent need to deactivate the temporal dilator on Ivadoll. The implications of that device are too dangerous."

Sam, her scientific curiosity still alive despite the circumstances, inquired, "Are you referring to the same temporal dilator that the Asgard used against the Replicators? Why is it on Ivadoll?"

Hadès took a deep breath. "Yes, it's the same type of technology. However, its use on Ivadoll is quite different. This one has been manipulated to accelerate time at an unimaginable rate."

Daniel furrowed his brow, attempting to grasp the implications. "Accelerate time? For what purpose?"

Hadès locked eyes with Daniel. "To experiment with evolution and change. But in the wrong hands, it can be devastating. Imagine a world where years pass in a matter of days."

Jack, though not having an in-depth grasp of the scientific details, knew imminent danger when he heard it. "We'll inform Thor."

In that fleeting moment of unspoken agreement, Hadès and Oma seemed to understand each other through a simple exchange of glances, as if millennia of silent communication passed between them. It was as if the veils of eternity parted, allowing a wordless communion, an understanding that extended far beyond the bounds of time. What they knew, what they concealed, far exceeded what had been revealed.

All attention was fixed on them, capturing the palpable tension, when the atmosphere of the room shifted. An imperceptible breeze brushed against their faces, strange in the sealed room, while a celestial melody, reminiscent of a Stargate activation, filled the space.

With a grace unique to them, Hadès and Oma transformed into two dazzling beams of light. These beams then directed themselves towards the Stargate, which came to life as if by magic. The chevrons, in a familiar yet still awe-inspiring choreography, ignited one after the other.

The majesty of the operational Stargate filled the room, its vortex opening in a burst of energy. The two beams of light plunged through it with an almost poetic ease, a striking contrast to the violent mechanics of the vortex.

The Stargate deactivated shortly after, leaving the room bathed in a heavy silence, with only the gentle hum of technology in the background. This swift and mysterious departure served as a reminder to all just how vast the universe was and how many unsolved mysteries it held.

The atmosphere in the room was tense, the revelation from the Ancients and the spectacle of their departure leaving the SGC team in a state of shock. However, despite the significance of the information received, Jack had a more immediate concern on his mind. His eyes found a nurse nearby. "Get Dr. Lam here immediately," he ordered, urgency shading his voice.

The nurse, understanding the gravity of his request, nodded and disappeared in a flash. Less than a minute passed before Dr. Lam, already briefly informed about the turmoil in the infirmary, entered. Her alert eyes scanned the room, assessing the situation in an instant. "Colonel Carter," she said in a firm but compassionate voice, "how are you feeling?"

"I'm alright, it seems the embryo has been saved. Can you confirm?" Sam replied, her voice barely betraying her underlying concern.

Dr. Lam nodded in silence. The nurse quickly moved a privacy screen, providing Sam with a veil of intimacy for the upcoming examination. Jack, unperturbed, didn't move from his spot, his gaze fixed on Sam, watching for any flicker of worry or pain on her face.

Once ready, Carolyn gently inserted the probe, and a moment later, the steady rhythm of a little heart could be heard. Emotion filled Jack's eyes, and he tightened his grip on Sam's hand, the two sharing a moment of pure relief.

"The heart rate is strong and steady," confirmed Dr. Lam, withdrawing the probe. "But I still recommend caution, given everything that has happened."

Sam displayed a frustrated pout, clearly impatient with the medical caution.

With an empathetic smile, Dr. Lam added, "I understand it's not easy for you, Colonel, but it's primarily about ensuring the safety of your child and yourself."

Jack, sensing Sam's silent frustration at the idea of being inactive, stepped closer to her, gently intertwining his fingers with hers. He looked up at the ceiling, pretending to ponder deeply, then declared with a feigned seriousness, "I think this is the perfect time to catch up on all those seasons of The Simpsons you've missed."

Looking up at him, Sam displayed an expression of disbelief. "The Simpsons? Are you kidding?"

He smirked mischievously. "Oh, you'd be surprised. Homer has this wonderful way of reminding us about the essentials of life."

She stifled a laugh. "I'm not used to watching cartoons to pass the time. But don't worry, I'll find something to keep myself occupied. My laptop should do the trick."

Leaning towards her with a conspiratorial air, Jack murmured, "But Sam, it's not just a cartoon. It's a fascinating exploration of life, seen through the lens of a yellow family with peculiar hairstyles. It's almost... philosophical."

Sam's laughter softly resonated in the room, breaking the tension that had preceded it. "Alright, you've convinced me."

Jack winked at her. "And to further motivate you, I'd add popcorn, a cozy blanket, and... maybe I could sneak in a couple of Jell-O cups."

With her eyes sparkling, Sam responded, holding back the urge to kiss him right there in the infirmary, "I can't wait to see that."

Jack, his steps heavy and contemplative, left the infirmary after making sure Sam was in good hands. The gravity of the situation weighed on him, and he knew that the call he was about to make would be one of the most difficult in his career.

His face, marked by the day's emotions, betrayed a combination of concern and determination. As he entered his office, the dim light of the lamp cast a somber glow over the space. Jack gently closed the door, granting himself a moment of respite in this oasis of silence. Then, he settled in, taking a deep breath before lightly touching the secure handset.

With a slightly trembling finger, he dialed the President's number, the wait seeming to stretch time itself. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the President's solemn voice resonated from the other end of the line. "Hello, General O'Neill. To what do I owe this unexpected call?"

Jack took a deep breath, gathering the courage to speak. "Mr. President," he began in a serious tone, "I have important news regarding my personal situation and that of the SGC." Without hesitation, he disclosed Sam's pregnancy, his role as the father, the arrival of Victor, the intervention of the Ancients, and the astonishing discovery about their future child's special genetics.

A significant silence lingered before the President responded. "General, I am well aware of the unique relationship you share with Colonel Carter. And while this is not the time to discuss the nature of that relationship, what you're telling me about this child changes everything."

When Jack mentioned his intention to resign, the President was quick to reply. "Your service has been invaluable to our planet. Resignation is not an option. However, we need to find a solution to your situation."

The proposal for Sam to transition to a civilian role caught Jack off guard. "I... I need to discuss this with Carter first, Mr. President. It's her career, her choice."

The President nodded. "You're right, General. But consider this as a viable proposal. As for the child, with its unique genetics, it's imperative that it be monitored and protected at the SGC. We need to ensure its safety."

Jack sighed, feeling the weight of the world on his shoulders. "I understand, Mr. President. I'll get back to you once I've spoken to Carter."

After a few more exchanges, the conversation with the President ended with a palpable heaviness, both recognizing the gravity of the decisions ahead. For Jack, one thing was clear: he needed to talk to Sam, and quickly.

Jack found her in the infirmary. She turned her head toward him as she sensed his presence, and he could read a combination of concern and anticipation in her eyes. Without a word, he took her hand, seeking to offer her some comfort.

He recounted in detail his conversation with the President. With each revelation, Sam grew paler, her worry deepening. The idea of becoming a civilian troubled her deeply. She had dedicated her life to the military, to her mission, and envisioning a future without that central aspect of her identity was destabilizing.

However, when Jack mentioned the President's concerns regarding Victor, her fists clenched. The notion of their child being under the government's microscope, analyzed and monitored, terrified her. She wanted to shield him from all of that, to keep him away from the SGC and protect him from the immense pressure that would undoubtedly weigh on him.

Jack looked at her, his own concerns reflected in his eyes. They were on the same page: they both wanted the best for their child. However, the reality of their situation was undeniable: they had limited choices. They had to work with the government, with the SGC, to ensure Victor's safety. Even if it meant sacrificing their privacy.

They remained in silence for a while, sharing a moment heavy with emotion.

Sam, her gaze fixed on the floor, weighed the options before her. The military, the entity that had shaped her identity and dictated the rhythm of her life, pulsed within her like a second heartbeat. But now, the muted throb of another existence, Victor's, resonated louder. If becoming a civilian was the price to pay to stay at the SGC and ensure her child's protection, she was willing to accept it.

After Victor's disappearance, Charon, satisfied with himself, headed outside, breathing in the air of Ivadoll as if he had just inherited the entire world. The vast gardens that stretched before him were the silent witnesses to his rise in power. Every flower, every tree, every shadow cast by the soft twilight light seemed to dance to his rhythm.

The immaculate pathways, paved with rare marbles, led to magnificent fountains that sang softly. The water sparkled with a thousand glimmers under the reflection of Ivadoll's sun. The melodious song of birds and the gentle scent of flowers filled the air with a deceptive peace. In this idyllic setting, Charon strolled, serene and triumphant.

The thought of Sigur, the former governor of Ivadoll, no longer haunted him. He was now the absolute master of this universe. But one last thing troubled him: the imminent future of the birth of Ayden and Kira. These two names echoed in his mind like a distant but persistent melody.

Taking his phone, a technological jewel with ancient appearances but equipped with the latest advances of Ivadoll, he quickly dialed a number. "It's Charon," he began in a cold voice. "I want you to take care of Ayden and Kira's parents. Ensure that their demise appears accidental. Exercise discretion."

A trembling voice answered at the other end of the line, "Yes, master. Your will shall be done." Hanging up, a wave of satisfaction washed over Charon. He slowly returned to the grand mansion standing amidst the gardens. Inside, corridors lined with silk led him to the main staircase. He ascended slowly, each step resonating with authority. His office awaited him, immersed in semi-darkness.

On the large desk sat a mystical staff. It was carved with ancient symbols, their origins lost in time. Without a word, Charon seized the staff with both hands. Taking a deep breath, he struck it forcefully against the ground.

The next moment, a gust of energy erupted, engulfing him in its whirlwind. The atmosphere shifted drastically. The opulence and grandeur of his office were replaced by the oppressive darkness of Tartarus. Distant cries of tormented souls reminded him of his mission.

With Victor out of his way and Ayden and Kira soon to follow, nothing could stop him. His ambitions knew no bounds, and the realm of the dead would be his ally in this quest.

The shadows of Tartarus thickened around Charon as he headed towards the solitary structure that stood amidst this desolate expanse. An imposing edifice with black columns, every corner seemed to conceal eternal suffering.

The massive doors opened slowly, revealing an interior so cold that Charon felt his bones freeze. Wall torches burned with a reddish flame, barely illuminating the halls that seemed to stretch in all directions. The echo of his footsteps reverberated, creating an almost hypnotic melody.

As he advanced, the soft murmur of a more tangible melody caught his attention. The music, though melancholic, held a captivating allure. Charon followed it to a room enveloped in black veils that undulated like living shadows. At its center stood Calypso, playing a lyre adorned with strange patterns. The torchlight reflected off her strings, casting an otherworldly glow upon the instrument. She seemed completely absorbed in her music, each note conveying a pain she had endured.

As he approached, the melody abruptly ceased. Calypso's green eyes locked onto Charon with an intensity few could withstand. Her voice, gentle despite the evident anger, resonated through the air. "You dare to come here after what you've done?"

Charon swallowed hard, searching for his words. "Calypso, I've come to..."

She interrupted him with a dismissive gesture, "For what? To remind me that you betrayed me? You condemned Victor when I asked you to spare him. As a result, I'm still stuck here!"

The weight of his decision pressed heavily on Charon's shoulders, causing him to slump, though he was reluctant to admit it. "Victor posed a threat I couldn't ignore. If we want to see a new world dawn, his disappearance was imperative."

Calypso shot Charon a cold, piercing look, clutching her lyre as if seeking solace from it. "Your desire for control consumes you. You see no farther than your own ambition! Victor was more than a mere pawn on the chessboard. He was the bridge between worlds, the one who could have aided us. Now, get me out of here!"

Moving slowly, with measured gravity, Charon approached Calypso, trying to ease the palpable tension. "Calypso," he began, weighing each word carefully, "I understand your distress, but you know, as well as I do, that my power is limited to ferrying souls to Tartaros. Only Hades can release them. Nevertheless, when his bracelet chooses a new heir, I will do everything in my power to educate them and secure your freedom."

Calypso's laughter, soft and mocking, echoed in the room. "Oh, Charon, are you still in the dark? The heir you're waiting for won't come. Victor is still alive."

Charon's veins pulsed with barely contained anger, and he fixed Calypso with a piercing gaze. "That's a lie! Atlas' blade couldn't have spared him."

Calypso shrugged with casual grace, though her eyes betrayed unwavering determination. "He's evidently more powerful than any weapon. Perhaps Victor holds a greater destiny than you can fathom."

"Fables," Charon spat. "If Victor had survived, I would have seen him return to his reality. Your intuition is flawed."

A mysterious smile lit up Calypso's face. "The future is in perpetual motion, changing with every decision we make. Victor wasn't sent to Ivadoll. His destiny has been rewritten. He will be born and raised on Earth, far from you."

Charon, rage palpable in every word, retorted, "No matter where he's born, I will track him down and eliminate him before he can threaten our ambitions."

The proximity of Calypso was electric, each step she took towards Charon charged the air with growing intensity. When she finally stood before him, their breaths mingled, "I forbid you," she murmured, each word carrying a promise and a warning. "Victor is mine. Together, we will be an unstoppable force that will reign over the Universe. Then, we will return to you what was cruelly taken, as promised."

A sarcastic laugh escaped from Charon's lips, "How can you trust the descendants of the Alterans? They betrayed your people! How can you think Victor will be any different?"

Calypso's face transformed, shifting from passion to a cutting coldness. "Do not presume my choices based on the mistakes of the past."

Seeking to regain control of the conversation, Charon scrutinized Calypso intensely. His meticulously crafted plans were at risk of unraveling around him. Who, besides Kira, could have saved Victor from death? Hadès? Or perhaps it was the intervention of the Others? No, that was unlikely; they were bound by codes and laws they never broke. Charon knew he had to revise his strategies, for if Victor was still alive, then he posed a threat that he absolutely must annihilate.

The gray light of dawn filtered through the curtains, bathing the room in a gentle glow. In the hazy realm between sleep and reality, Sam found herself in the SGC's briefing room. She could feel the cold floor beneath her, the thick mist enveloping everything. A distant murmur, a chilling shiver. And then, Victor appeared before her. His eyes were filled with terror and despair. He stared at her intensely, the distress in his gaze palpable. In a sudden motion, he plunged a gleaming blade into his own abdomen, not to harm her, but to end his own life. She tried to stop him, but her movements were slowed, as if trapped in quicksand. She could only watch, powerless, as he perished before her eyes.

A muffled cry escaped her as she abruptly sat up in bed, the sweat-soaked sheets clinging to her skin. Her trembling hands palpated her abdomen, confirming the reality of her unharmed flesh. The vision of Victor's death haunted her every night, so vivid, so tangible, that she struggled to distinguish dream from reality.

The cold emptiness of the bed beside her cruelly reminded her of Jack's absence. Even in the midst of the familiar warmth of her home, she felt like a stranger, her mind still trapped in the nightmare. It had been four days since she had been here, away from the SGC, following the doctor's recommendations. Jack had insisted she stay at his place, thinking that distancing herself from the base would help her detach from work. But in this moment, all she craved was his comforting presence by her side, to chase away the shadows of the night.

Forcing herself to move, she got up and headed to the kitchen. Accustomed to quick breakfasts often eaten on the go, she decided to make something special. After all, she had the time. She whipped up scrambled eggs, toasted a slice of bread, and poured herself a generous cup of coffee.

After breakfast, she attempted to immerse herself in a book that Jack had recommended: "The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy" by Douglas Adams. Jack had mentioned that it was one of his favorite reads during his downtime, a somewhat surprising choice.

She opened the book to the first page. Quickly, Sam was transported into the absurd world of Arthur Dent, an ordinary Earthling who finds himself embroiled in a series of interstellar adventures following the demolition of Earth by a group of bureaucratic aliens. With melancholic robots, spaceships powered by the force of absurdity, and ultra-practical towels, the book was a biting satire of traditional science fiction.

She found herself smiling at every page, understanding why Jack had enjoyed this story so much. It was hilarious, offbeat, and at times surprisingly profound. Douglas Adams' take on existence and humanity's place in the universe resonated with some of the philosophical discussions they had had after particularly trying missions.

However, despite the occasional laughter, her mind still wandered. She thought back to her many missions, the equations she had left behind at the SGC, the strange encounter with Hadès and Oma, and... Victor. She put the book down, realizing she needed to unwind a bit. She got up, deciding a shower would be perfect to clear her mind.

Once dressed, she tried to find something to occupy her hands. She ventured into Jack's garage and stumbled upon an old radio set. Remembering he had mentioned an issue with it, she decided to dismantle it and see if she could fix it.

Her nimble fingers maneuvered through the components of the radio set, each piece revealing a new puzzle to solve. For Sam, it was almost therapeutic, a form of active meditation. She had just soldered two wires together when her phone rang, making her jump slightly.

She grabbed the phone and smiled as she saw "Jack" displayed on the screen. "Hey there," she said cheerfully.

"Sam, you okay? Tell me you didn't take it upon yourself to turn my toaster into a mini nuclear reactor or something," Jack retorted in a teasing tone.

A crystalline laughter escaped her. "I considered it! But I set my sights on this old radio set instead. It looked so lonely, I thought I'd bring it back to life."

"Ah, that old thing?" Jack replied, amused. "Remember, you're supposed to relax, not play chief engineer."

She let out an affectionate sigh. "I know, it's just... I struggle with being idle."

There was a pause, then Jack's voice softened. "I know, Sam. Just... take care of yourself, okay? And if you come across something and wonder what it's for, give me a call. Who knows, it might be a family heirloom like... my vintage vacuum cleaner."

She chuckled again. "Got it. No tinkering without supervision."

"Perfect! I'm wrapping up early today, bringing some pizzas. See you tonight, Sam."

"Looking forward to it. See you tonight, Jack."

As she hung up, she gazed at the half-dismantled radio and decided to dedicate another hour to it before taking a break.

The afternoon flowed smoothly, each minute submerged in the world of vintage electronics. Sam found that despite the importance of rest, her sharp and agile mind constantly sought engagement. Reviving the old radio had become a personal quest, a challenge both simple and encompassing.

As the shadow of the evening spread across the garden, she retreated to the terrace, welcoming the refreshing kiss of twilight. The cup of coffee in her hands emitted a gentle steam, forming curls that dissipated into the air. Before her, the trees swayed their branches in a silent dance, the sky tinted with shades of purple and gold. Time seemed to stand still, each breath, each rustle of leaves etched into a fleeting eternity.

The approach of night gradually shrouded the living room in a veil of darkness. She was drawn from her reverie by the characteristic sound of a key in the lock. Her heart quickened, recognizing Jack's unmistakable stride even before she saw him. But instead of getting up to greet him, she stretched gently on the couch, wanting to show him, in her own way, that she had taken his advice to heart and had taken it easy.

As he entered, Jack quickly scanned the interior, finding her in an instant. A mischievous smile lit up his face. "So, tough day?" he teased.

Sam chuckled softly, her eyes getting lost in his, "It would have been easier to defuse a Goa'uld bomb."

Jack's warm laughter filled the room, breaking the chill from outside. He approached her with determined strides, leaning in to seal their lips in a passionate embrace. Sam's response was immediate, her fingers naturally entwining around Jack's wrists, seeking to close the gap between them even further.

But as they surrendered to the moment, reality intruded in the form of the pizza boxes Jack was still holding. In a clumsy motion, interrupting their kiss, he hastily placed them on the coffee table, causing them to land with a slight thud. They exchanged an amused glance, both understanding the irony of the situation.

Without wasting any time, Jack returned to her, his hands sliding to the back of her neck, his fingers tangling in her hair. The kiss grew deeper, more passionate, as if they were trying to draw even closer to each other. The heat between them was palpable, almost tangible, enveloping them in a bubble of intimacy and affection. Every movement, every shared breath, strengthened their bond, revealing the depth of their feelings for one another.

Jack finally pulled back, his lips tracing a final caress on Sam's before fully retreating. The air between them felt charged with electricity, and though they were physically apart, an aura of intimacy still surrounded them.

"I'm not sure the doc would approve, better to stop before I can't control myself," he said in a husky voice, the depth of his desire evident in his eyes. A shiver ran down Sam's spine at his words, but she wasn't ready to let him off so easily. She enjoyed teasing, her mischievous smile lighting up her face, and she leaned back slightly. "So, how was your day?" she asked in a soft, almost innocent voice. She paused briefly, letting anticipation settle in. "Any news from Thor?"

Jack was momentarily thrown off, then chuckled softly, an amused glint in his eyes. "Well, if you're looking for a foolproof way to cool things down, a mental image of a bald and naked alien seems to do the trick," he replied, his usual humor taking over.

With a playfully apologetic expression, Sam arched an eyebrow, encouraging Jack to continue.

"Still no news, as usual, he's taking his sweet time when we actually need him," Jack concluded, letting his humor ease the tension of the moment.

As he prepared to rise from the sofa, his heart raced when he sensed Sam's determination to hold him back. Before he could even formulate a coherent thought, she had lifted her skirt with bold ease and, with one fluid movement, settled herself on top of him. Her thighs were pressed firmly to either side of his pelvis, the warmth of her closeness spreading through him.

His deep blue eyes gazed into hers with intoxicating intensity. Sam's fingers, gentle but firm, caressed Jack's face before settling on his lips. She kissed him, the taste of temptation mingling with that of desire. Her hands made their way over his skin, each movement a promise of what was to come.

Jack, caught up in a whirlwind of sensations, had no choice but to surrender to this sweet torture. But a part of him, the part that always cared about protecting her, tried to stop them. "Sam," he moaned against her lips, "we should... we should slow down."

Sam's reply was imbued with a confidence all his own. "The doctor didn't say I had to take a vow of chastity."

Jack smiled in spite of himself, Sam's face reflecting desire and boldness. "She must have forgotten to make that clear."

"There are no problems with the reports, I've asked Carolyn for confirmation," Sam replied in a low, sensual voice. She kissed him again. Their lips met, lost in an intoxicating, passionate kiss. Sam's hands were everywhere, exploring, teasing and challenging the boundaries of their relationship. His determination to continue what they had started was clear. Jack, though a little hesitant at first, couldn't resist the temptation she represented. As Sam's deft fingers began to undo his belt, he hesitated for a moment, but desire overcame reason.

Jack felt a warmth invade his whole body as Sam's hand slipped inside his trousers. His breathing became more irregular, each touch causing shivers that made his desire grow. Sam's words about Carolyn's confirmation came back to his mind, and he replied in a slightly amused voice, "If the doc says so then..."

Jack's breathing suddenly became ragged as Sam withdrew her hand to position her pelvis against his. A shiver of desire ran through him, giving rise to a mixture of anticipation and impatience. The intoxicating, electric sensation emanating from their proximity was far too intense to put aside. Through the thin fabric of his trousers, he could feel Sam's burning softness. Every contour and every movement she made against him brought up a burning desire, an almost primal need to merge with her, to feel every part of her body. He was on the edge of the abyss, ready to plunge into the whirlwind of passion that awaited them. Every second seemed like an eternity, and all he wanted was to be deep inside her.

Jack tipped her back onto the sofa, his weight comfortably on top of her. His hot breath brushed against Sam's neck, each kiss increasing the temperature between them. Their pelvises were so tightly entwined that every movement Jack made echoed through Sam's body, reminding her of the urgency of their desire. With every moan, every short breath, the need to remove any obstacle between them became imperative.

His hands, eager for the warmth of her skin, slid boldly up her skirt. The feel of his fingers on her thigh sent a shiver down her spine. Almost unable to contain her urges, she whispered in his ear, leaving him almost breathless, "I want to feel you inside me."

With his fingers, Jack slowly pushed aside the delicate piece of lace that still separated him from Sam. The fabric caressed the softness of her thighs before moving into the silent shadow of the sofa. As he placed himself between her legs, their gazes merged in a silent dance of intensity and burning desire. She slid her deft fingers along the waistband of his trousers, slowly releasing his taut, impatient manhood.

He was about to enter her gently when a blinding light burst forth, changing the soft, sensual atmosphere into a scene from science fiction. The shadows disappeared, replaced by this cold, clinical light. The two lovers froze, their eyes widening in shock at the interruption.

As the brightness dimmed slightly, they spotted a gray alien, its small figure standing out distinctly in the lingering glow. Its large, black, shining eyes were wide open, a mix of astonishment and curiosity, perhaps even a hint of amusement. The situation would have been almost comical if it weren't so incredibly awkward.

All three of them seemed to hold their breath for a moment, the timing couldn't have been worse. Then, in an almost mechanical voice, the extraterrestrial broke the silence, "O'Neill, you requested to see me?"

Sam, her cheeks flushed, quickly readjusted her skirt, trying as best she could to hide her intimacy. Her trembling hands then tried to restore some semblance of order to her dishevelled hair. Jack, for his part, showed a pout of frustration as he struggled to contain his desire and put his trousers back on. He glared at the alien. "Thor, really? Doors were invented for a reason! The least you can do is knock before you enter! "

The Asgard tilted its head slightly, seemingly pondering the remark. "Apologies, O'Neill. I first went to the SGC, but you were not there. Daniel Jackson informed me that your need was... urgent." The faint hesitation in its voice revealed a trace of humor, almost imperceptible.

O'Neill, with his characteristic sarcasm, retorted, "Yes, it was urgent but you're nearly a week late!"

The alien's eyes blinked slightly. "I have been quite occupied; I couldn't come sooner. What is the matter, O'Neill?"

With palpable seriousness, Sam endeavored to recount the complexity of the events they had traversed to Thor. She began with the sudden appearance of Victor, their son, coming from the future with earth-shattering revelations. She then described the unimaginable betrayal by the Asgard, who had kidnapped Victor and exiled him to the planet Ivadoll.

But the most poignant part was yet to come. Victor, burdened by the weight of his mission and terrified at the prospect of failing, had considered the unthinkable: ending his own life before being born. His desperate act, however, hadn't gone unnoticed. Hadès and Oma had intervened. They had managed to divert Victor's tragic fate, thus saving the existence of their child.

Finally, she broached the subject of the temporal dilator on Ivadoll. With a full understanding of the catastrophic implications this device could bring about, Hadès was pressing the Asgard to neutralize this mechanism.

At these revelations, Thor displayed a slightly surprised expression. "If I understand correctly, Colonel Carter, you are currently carrying this child that is being discussed?"

Sam simply nodded silently but significantly.

"Did Victor mention the names of the Asgard involved in this abduction?" Thor inquired, seeking to gather as much information as possible.

Jack, visibly concerned, interjected, "He didn't provide us with any specifics on that. But Thor, it's imperative that we act swiftly to prevent this tragedy."

Thor, contemplative, tilted his head, his eyes reflecting deep concern. "I had heard of individual initiatives within our people, but never of such a conspiracy. I will inform the High Council immediately and take the necessary measures. Rest assured, your child will suffer no harm."

The worry on Sam's face didn't fade. "And what about the temporal dilator?"

Thor took a moment to gather his thoughts. "The situation is complex. Ivadoll is not a mere planet. Its inhabitants share the genetic heritage of the Ancients. We installed the temporal dilator to accelerate their evolution, hoping they could be the key to the survival of the Asgard. While we understand your concerns, I cannot guarantee that the High Council will agree to deactivate it."

"Thor, we're counting on you to convince them," Jack insisted.

With a respectful nod, Thor replied, "I promise to do everything in my power, O'Neill."

Thor's serious tone brought a wry smile to Jack's face, like an unspoken mark of recognition between the two of them.

But the relaxed mood didn't last. Thor's next question was completely unexpected, "If Colonel Carter is already pregnant, why were you seeking to procreate before I arrived?"

When the words left Thor's mouth, Jack and Sam exchanged a look of disbelief, their faces transitioning from surprise to deep red in an instant. There was an awkward moment of silence, where only Jack's swallowing noises and Sam's accelerated heartbeat seemed audible.

Jack attempted to respond first but found himself stuttering, desperately searching for the right words while avoiding direct eye contact with the Asgard. "Well, you see, Thor, it's not exactly... uh..."

Sam appeared equally unsettled. Her hands nervously clung to the coffee table in front of her. She swallowed hard, searching for her words to explain such an intimate aspect of human nature to a being that seemed to have no grasp of the nuances of Earth relationships. "Thor, for us humans, intimate relationships have multiple meanings. They're a way of expressing love, affection, connection to another person. It's not just about having children."

Thor, with his curious wide eyes, tilted his head slightly, the continuous flow of information in his technologically advanced mind processing. "So, what you're describing is an empathic method of communication between individuals?"

Sam, attempting to find the right words for a concept so inherently human, replied, "In a way, yes. It's much more than just communication. It's a way to establish a deep emotional connection and express intense feelings."

Thor pondered for a moment, his expression not changing much but one could almost see the gears turning in his advanced mind. "Fascinating. The Asgard have evolved beyond such needs. We exchange information and knowledge, but the concept of emotional intimacy is foreign to our culture. We clone to reproduce."

Jack, still uncomfortable with these candid discussions, added with his usual sarcasm, "Well, don't count on us to give you a demonstration."

Sam tried to hide a smile as she looked down, appreciating Jack's lighthearted comment to lighten the mood.

Thor nodded, sensing the underlying awkwardness of the situation. "Cultures and customs vary greatly across the galaxy. I thank you for providing me with this perspective on yours." He paused briefly, his eyes scanning the two officers. "I will return to you once I have a decision from the High Council regarding Ivadoll." And without another word, Thor was enveloped in a bright beam of light, teleporting him out of the room, leaving Sam and Jack alone.

As Charon set foot on Ivadoll once again, a tumultuous rage boiled within him, the surrounding atmosphere almost crackling with electricity. His steps pounded the ground with a force that seemed to shake the earth itself. The winds, which once gently caressed him, now howled, reflecting his profound frustration.

He had believed that the young man was no longer an issue, an obstacle he had already overcome. However, to discover that this child, with latent abilities, still drew breath was a surprise he hadn't foreseen. The idea that Victor might one day master his powers and challenge his dominion filled him with consuming apprehension.

The landscape, once a symbol of Charon's power and control, now seemed to openly mock him with its vast, silent expanses. His initial commitment had transformed into an obsession: he must find Victor and neutralize the threat he embodied.

Despite the long list of enemies he had amassed, Charon knew he needed allies, now more than ever. Over the years, through pacts and manipulations, he had managed to forge ties with a few powerful figures who, driven by their own interests, could assist him in his task.

On the horizon, thick ominous clouds were gathering, foreshadowing an inevitable confrontation. Deals would be struck, betrayals would unfold, and at the heart of this turmoil, Charon, with his desires and fears, was preparing to face the most significant battle of his existence. A battle that, he was aware, would not only determine his fate but also the fate of all worlds.

To be continued...