A/N: Some fluffy fluffers for Sam & Jack. I think they've earned it.

Chapter 26

"Whatcha doing?" Jack asked Sam as he joined her on the bank of the small pond. It was another beautiful day. Six weeks of beautiful days, but they all seemed to be running together as boredom had begun to set in. Jack had gathered as much wood as humanly possible, made a stockpile of arrows and a second bow for Sam, and built enough perimeter traps to outline the entire dilation bubble. Twice. Needless to say, he was running out of things to occupy his time.

"Making a fishing pole," Sam grinned up at him.

As busy as Jack had been keeping them safe, Sam had been hard at work studying everything around her. During their first week inside the field, she'd taken apart every piece of tech she could find. Not that there was much. But she had figured out how the magical pantry worked.

It was basically a matter manipulator. You put matter in, and it reconfigured it for whatever you programmed it for. She'd been playing around with it this morning when she'd gotten the idea to replicate a fishing pole. It was too complicated to program a modern rod and reel, but she was able to get it to generate some hooks and fishing line. Sticks, on the other hand, were plentiful within the field and she had just found the perfect one.

"How?" He glanced at the spool of fishing line and metal hooks. "Never mind," he amended quickly, "I don't want to know. Just…can I use it yet?"

Sam laughed at his excitement. "Almost." She tied on the hook and handed it to him.

"No bait?"

"I figured the Nox wouldn't like us catching fish or digging up worms," Sam shrugged. "Besides, you have no fish in your pond and that has yet to stop you."

"When you're right, you're right," Jack winked at her, practically skipping away to play with his new toy.

The perfect weather finally ended two weeks later. A loud peel of thunder woke Jack from a deep sleep. His eyes opened to lightning illuminating the darkness. Beside him, Sam murmured in her sleep, and turned over.

Gently easing out of bed, Jack used the bathroom, ever thankful for whatever magical technology allowed for indoor plumbing. Sam had tried to explain it once, after she'd taken it apart, but he'd zoned out when she'd started talking about recycling liquids and suction.

Thunder rumbled again as Jack walked to Sam's notebook and flipped it open to today's to-do list. The usual tasks were on there, but one thing caught his attention. Written at the very bottom of the page was the word 'chess' with an asterisk.

A bolt of lightning struck nearby, causing Sam to jerk awake. Flipping the notebook closed, Jack walked back to the bed and crawled under the covers. "Go back to sleep," he told her, spooning her from behind. "It's just a thunderstorm."

"M-kay," Sam snuggled back into his chest.

Jack lay awake for a while thinking about chess. It was a game SG-1 had played often while off-world. Daniel carried a travel-sized version of the game and they'd all taken turns beating one another. Teal'c had learned the game quickly and was frequently the winner no matter who challenged him.

Sam could replicate the pieces, he was sure, but it would likely take more matter than she'd care to use. They'd agreed to only generate the absolute necessities, after she'd made his fishing pole. He offered to give it back, but she'd declined, saying a fishing pole was an absolute necessity as far as she was concerned.

Decision made; Jack started cataloging the materials and tools he'd need.

"I've got something for you," he announced two weeks later as another thunderstorm rolled through. He was practically giddy with excitement as he told Sam to close her eyes. "Open them," he said once he'd placed the board and all the pieces in front of her.

"Oh," Sam gasped as she saw the wooden, carved chess set Jack had made. Each piece was perfectly shaped and polished. "It's absolutely beautiful," she beamed up at him. "How did you do this? When? Never mind," she shook her head and stood up. Wrapping her arms around him, she hugged him tightly. "I love it. Thank you." She pulled back enough to kiss his cheek before challenging him to a game.

Sam was sitting at the table a few weeks later trying to figure out how to build a battery. She'd noticed several of the plants had bioluminescence qualities during rainstorms. It reminded her of that time they were trapped on an alien penal quality and had used similar plants to power the Stargate. She figured with nothing better to do, she might as well see if she could come up with a better way to light the inside of their hut.

The weather had been turning colder lately, and Sam wondered if some sort of winter was on the way. She still wasn't sure how the weather worked inside a time dilation field, but assumed it had something to do with quantum mechanics. Regardless, they had experienced sunny days, thunderstorms, and even an occasional windy day. It wasn't far-fetched to assume snow would eventually make an appearance.

She was deep in thought when she felt it. A little more than a flutter. Thinking she imagined it, she went back to recording how different amounts of water affected the plants, but it happened again. This time it was enough to make her gasp.

"Sam?" Jack looked up from his own project, carving a set of wooden playing cards.

"I think–" she gasped as she felt it again. "Oh my, god," she looked at him with wide eyes.

"What's wrong?" He was on his feet and next to her in an instant.

"Give me your hand," she said, reaching for him. She pressed his palm against her abdomen as another soft kick fluttered inside her.

"That's," Jack's voice cracked as he sank to his knees, his own eyes going wide.

"Our baby," Sam nodded, tears filling her eyes.

Jack kept his hand against Sam's stomach, smiling as he felt another flutter. "Hey there, little bit," he said softly, caressing the gentle swell he hadn't even realized was there.

His eyes found Sam's, their blue depths full of emotion, mirroring his own. Like two magnets, they were slowly drawn together by an invisible force until their lips met. The gentleness of the kiss shook him, a taste of perfection and a promise of more all rolled into one.

"Jack," Sam whispered softly against his lips.

Taking the invitation, he kissed her again. The mother of his child.