Authors Notes: No beta. All mistakes are my own. This chapter has one F-bomb.
Two Years Gone
Hank Landry sat at the briefing room table and sighed. He had no idea what he was looking at. He was pretty sure the only person who did was the younger Samantha Carter. They had been working on the issue for over three hours and he felt his head was about to explode.
He chanced a look at his friend. Jack looked like a worn and beaten version of himself, a man on the brink of collapse. He hated seeing his friend like that.
He watched as he tapped the keys on the laptop before him, entering the password for the tenth time, for some reason refusing to tell the other occupants at the table know what it was.
"SIR!" Walter Davis called as he ran up the stairs from the control room. "Phone call. Line one."
Hank went to push away from the table before Walter brought the phone over to them.
"Sorry Sir. It's for General O'Neill. Very important." He placed the phone in front of Jack and held out the receiver.
Jack sighed before taking it from Walters hand and hitting the flashing button. "O'Neill."
A hand slammed on the table, startling all of the other members around it. Seven sets of eyes locked onto Jack.
"Jesus fucking Christ Sam," he managed to ground out as his throat closed. "Where are you?"
He could feel everyone's eyes on him. He knew they were hanging on his every word. He knew he had to remain somewhat professional, so only not to embarrass himself. He wanted to cry in relief, but he wouldn't allow himself to do that until she was safely in his arms.
"San Francisco?! Wait, how are we talking on the phone?... of course you did... wait, the whole city?... Jesus... of course you are... when?... What?... Why can't you just come here?... Yeah, of course you do... talk? Talk about what?... that sounds ominous... ok... I'll see you in an hour... You know you're two years late in checking in, right? Hank is furious," he smiled at his friend before saying goodbye to his wife.
"Jack?" Hank smiled at him. He saw the weight being lifted from his friends shoulders. He felt his own load lessen.
"I think I may be in trouble," he sighed. "But at least we know they're all still alive."
"In trouble, Jack?" Daniel laughed. "How could you possibly be in trouble with your wife, who you haven't seen in two years?"
"I don't know," Jack sighed as he pushed away from the table. "But apparently 'we need to talk'. She's sending a Jumper to pick me up. It'll be here in half an hour. I assume," he looked at Daniel. "You're coming with? To help pack etcetera?"
"I'll make myself scarce," Daniel smiled.
"Until I need to hit something after I'm told she wants a divorce," he tried to joke, but it fell flat even to his own ears.
"I highly doubt a divorce is in your future Jack," Daniel said sincerely, as he stood up and closed his file.
"We need to talk," he repeated slowly as he walked out of the room and kicked the door to Hank's office.
Daniel winced at the noise and looked around the table. His eyes settled on the younger Jack O'Neill. "You know, Sam actually mellowed you out... a lot. There hasn't been much of... that, since you got married."
"Sam really married him?" Jacob asked, sighing heavily. He was no stranger to Jack's temper. "Did she lose a bet?"
"Dad!"
"I'm sitting right here," younger Jack said as he smiled smugly at Jacob.
Jacob rolled his eyes at the younger man. He knew, of course, of the zatarc test results. He knew deep down that he would probably have Jack for a son in law one day. He liked the man, but damn he tested his patience at times.
"I guess, we'll just stay here and work on this then," Sam said as she reached over the table and grabbed the laptop, groaning as it locked before she managed to move the mouse.
"Fishing," Daniel said before smiling and walking from the room.
"What?" She called after him.
"Password is fishing!" He called back.