Our Legacy 3 - Continuum

Summary: An alternate version of Stargate Continuum, following the events of my stories 'Our Legacy' and 'Our Legacy 2 – Episode Tags'. Read those first, or this won't make sense.
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters nor profit from their use - I merely toy with them for my own amusement.

Author's note 1: Due to the nature of the story, I have used odd bits and pieces of dialogue and plot from the movie Stargate Continuum. I am not claiming of it as my own.

Author's note 2: Be warned, this is pretty dark at first. Sam gets some serious emotional whumping. Hence the 'M' rating. But don't worry, it's Continuum, and I'm not messing with the canon ending – no one will remember a thing at the end after they fix the timeline.

Author's note 3: It should also be noted that I am assuming the reader has a basic familiarity with the plotline of the movie Stargate Continuum, and so there are bits of the plotline that I've skipped over without much fanfare, because you already know how it goes.

Author's note 4: Sorry for the huge delay between the end of Our Legacy 2 and the start of the promised Our Legacy 3. I hit a bit of a wall with this for a long time, and RL got in the way when I finally managed to buy my first house. Full disclosure – this is not done yet, and I can't guarantee a regular update schedule. I'm putting up everything I've got so far, and more will follow at some point. I'm anticipating no more than 8 chapters in this story, but they'll be long chapters, mostly.

Chapter 1 – Before the Failsafe

"I'm going."

"You're not."

Sam glared at Jack. "It's a simple ceremony hosted by an ally, it's not a 'mission'. And it's a hell of a lot safer than the five months I spent pregnant in Atlantis."

"Atlantis was unavoidable. This, on the other hand …"

"Come on, Jack, it's the last Ba'al!" Sam argued. "It's the culmination of everything I've been fighting for, over the last decade of my life! You can't expect me to miss it!"

"What's so great about seeing the actual extraction ceremony anyway?" Jack asked, raising his arms in a frustrated gesture. "We've got him, the job's done. The ceremony's only a formality."

"It's symbolic." Sam said, in a tone that implied he was being dense. "And if it doesn't mean anything, why are you going?"

"To make absolutely sure they get every last bit of that snake." Jack said. "And I want to see his face when they pin him down and stick a needle in his head."

He said that with a vicious tone that Sam completely understood.

"Well, so do I." Sam said quietly.

He stared at her for a moment and then sighed, exasperated. "Look, obviously, if you really want to go, I can't stop you. I'm just saying, I'm not happy with you stepping through that gate when you're 23 weeks pregnant."

Sam folded her arms. "And I'm just saying, I'm perfectly safe on the Tok'ra home-world. I'm going."

The Tok'ra had invited Jack, Daniel, Teal'c, Mitchell, Vala and Sam. Only Vala elected to stay behind, as she was still nursing baby Serena. She would take care of Beth for the day as well.

On the day of the ceremony, Daniel, Teal'c and Mitchell, as the active SG-1 team members, geared up as they usually would for a mission, complete with backpacks, tac vests and weapons. Sam and Jack, who weren't on active duty and who for the purpose of this outing were effectively non-combatant consultants, were outfitted accordingly, in the same desert-camo BDUs as the other three, but without the gear, save for a zat each in a thigh holster. It was a simple Tok'ra ceremony after all, and there had even been a discussion of wearing Air Force dress blues – with a suit for Daniel and robes for Teal'c – without any standard mission gear at all, but the idea had been nixed only in deference to the long, sandy walk from the stargate to the pyramid.

When they entered the second hour of Tok'ra ceremonial chanting, Sam was starting to have second thoughts about the wisdom of her decision to come along. She knew the Tok'ra didn't often get confronted with the reality of the needs of a pregnant woman, but honestly, she could really use a bathroom break, and a chair to sit on.

She shifted her weight from foot to foot, and Jack gave her a sidelong look.

"You doing alright?" He asked.

"I'm fine." She said. She was uncomfortable, yes, but she was still a way off from wanting to make an issue of it. She was a Carter after all.

Of course, her pride could only keep her going for so long. At the end of the second hour, she was pretty sure if she didn't sit down she would fall down. As discreetly as possible, she backed up to the wall, and slid down to sit on the floor.

"Carter?" Jack looked at her with concern.

"Just need to sit for a minute." She said, resting a hand over the baby.

Jack shook his head. "Stay put down there. We don't know how long this is going to take."

"It shouldn't be too much longer." Daniel offered softly. "The crimes they're listing are starting to sound familiar."

"Crimes? That's what they've been crooning about?" Jack said incredulously.

"Quite the ditty, ain't it?" Mitchell said drily.

Jack let out a discontented huff as he looked down at Sam. "You need anything? Water? Something to eat?"

She wanted to say no, and insist she was fine, but honestly, she was feeling a little faint, and she did have an unfortunate history of low blood pressure in recent months.

Jack correctly interpreted her silence, and signalled to Mitchell, who was carrying the lion's share of their emergency rations. The Colonel tossed over a water canteen and a power bar, and Jack handed them down to Sam.

"Thanks." She said, feeling embarrassed at her body's lack of stamina in her current condition. Still, fifteen minutes later, she was feeling quite a bit better for the seat and the food and water.

Three hours after it began, the Tok'ra chanting finally came to an abrupt end, and Sam regained her feet as Ba'al was awoken. Ba'al's bluster and cryptic warnings of retribution were far from unexpected, and nor were the snide comments he made about Sam's obvious pregnancy.

What was unexpected however, was the sudden disappearance of Teal'c, along with increasing numbers of Tok'ra around the room.

Panic set in.

Jack launched himself at Ba'al.

"What did you do!?" Jack demanded, and seized the goa'uld by the front of his shirt.

Sam saw Ba'al's arm rise as if in slow motion, the blade appearing from nowhere and plunging down into Jack's chest. She watched in horror as her husband dropped to the ground.

"Jack!" She yelled, and flew to his side as Cameron opened fire on Ba'al, riddling the goa'uld with bullets until he was unmistakeably dead.

She stared at the wound in Jack's chest, frozen with terror and disbelief. There was nothing to be done. Ba'al's aim had been true.

"Jack!" Daniel said, dropping to his knees beside Sam.

"Go to the gate." Jack croaked weakly.

"Not without you." Sam insisted.

He looked at her, pleadingly. "Go."

And then, he was just … gone.

No. No!

"Jack!" Sam sobbed.

"Alright, you heard the man, let's go!" Cameron snapped into action, seizing Daniel by the back of his tac vest and hauling him up.

Sam was frozen in place.

"Carter!" Cam barked, pulling her forcibly to her feet and propelling her away from Jack's body.

She barely remembered the run to the gate, putting one foot after another with Cam's arm around her waist to help her keep up. Daniel dialled in a hurry, speeding further at Cam's bark of 'Jackson!' when the Tok'ra city itself started to vanish.

They ran for the event horizon, and the guys pushed Sam through ahead of them.

The trip through the wormhole felt wrong.