A/N: Thank you all so much for all of your support throughout this fic! This is, sadly, the final chapter, but I have other stories coming soon. I hope this fulfills a lot (if not all) of your expectations.
Sam drove to her house with every intention of catching up on her sleep. It seemed strange, but for once in her life she wasn't fighting the order to go home and rest…among other things. What the hell was that supposed to mean? Other things. What other things! She was a bloody theoretical astrophysicist, she hated shopping and the movies Hollywood came out with got lamer and lamer every year.

A book. He had to have been suggesting she catch up on her reading. Of course. How sweet of the general to care that much about her reading material. She should probably stop by the bookstore and check out their selection then.

Sam was halfway to the bookstore when she noticed that Jack had beaten her home. Wanting to see what he was up to during his hiatus from work, she pulled into his drive way and got out of the car.

Before she was able to knock on the door, it opened to reveal a very domestic side of Jack O'Neill covered in white flour and baking soda…she thought she could even smell a little salt on him.


"Carter? Whacha doin' here?"

"Checking what you're doing on our break, sir. What are you doing?"

He would have blushed if it wouldn't have been considered decidedly un-masculine to do so. "I'm baking a cake, Carter. What does it look like I've been doing?"

Choosing the truthful response, Sam walked closer to him and said, "It looks like you just got in a fight with the flour bag. Sir."

Jack smirked, "Wanna get into a fight with my flour bag, Carter?"

"Is that an invitation, sir?"

"You betcha."

"Well? What are you waiting for? Lead the way!"

Inside, the pair had succeeded where others had failed: they were able to make a cake while having a food fight and not get the whole room covered in flour…but each of them was. Sam grinned at her boss as he stuck the cake in the oven, his clothes – and hers – sticky with the half-wet flour.

When he stood up again, they were nose to nose. Sam found it very difficult to breath, and found it terribly cute when she later found out that Jack had that same problem. Soon their lips were locked in the age old battle as their bodies pressed up against each other.

Jack was the first to back down – for air and because it was the right thing to do. "Carter, I'm so –"

She cut him off, "Don't say it. For God's sake, don't tell me you're sorry for kissing me just now. I'm not."

Their next kiss was slow and passionate, full of hidden desire that wasn't so hidden, longing and love. As they pulled away for air, Jack whispered, "We should call Hammond before anything more happens."

Sam pulled him back as she said, "In a minute…"

Monday came all too quickly for Sam and Jack. The two relished the time spent in each other's arms at Jack's house, rarely going outside the boundary of the back yard or the driveway. Their revelry was only halted once, on Thursday, when Jack woke up during another nightmare.

For the first time in his life, Jack felt himself at ease with someone so much that he could actually tell Sam what he'd dreamt. As Sam listened to his words, she stroked his back, her soft fingers easing the tension in his taut muscles. Just having her around called him down and for that Jack was very grateful. For the first time in his life, he let the demons that had haunted him go…some of them anyway.

Bright and early (mostly because Sam had to go back to her house to change), Sam and Jack got up out of bed and went into the kitchen to have their last breakfast together in their little time dilation bubble that had grown around them in their days away from the SGC and the regulations.

Sam smiled sadly at Jack. "You okay, Sam?" he asked softly.

She shook her head, "Not really. I'm kinda sad that tonight I have to go home to my own house instead of coming back here. I think I'll miss you."

Jack snorted, "Nah, you won't miss me. You'll have too much fun playing with all your 'earthling' doohickeys to have time to miss me."

I'll miss you more than you know, she thought to herself but never actually gained the courage to say the words. "I gotta go home."

"Why?" Jack asked like a child.

"So I can change out of these dirty clothes."


"Because if I show up to work with these on people will start to get suspicious then the grapevine will be full of rumors about us again."


"Yeah, apparently when we first started there were all sorts of rumors about us going around…it was crazy town in the women's locker room for a few years there."

"Really? I never knew." Of course I knew, I just didn't know you knew.

"Well, I have to get going," Sam gave him a small kiss on the lips, cutting it short before either of them started to let their hormones override their brains…well, her brain and half of his. "See you in an hour, Jack."

"See you, Sam."

Gwena waited impatiently for Sam and Jack to arrive at the SGC, praying to whatever god was out there and real that their plan worked. When she watched them walk into the commissary together – she knew. The teen ditched her green Jell-O to go find General Hammond in his office.

Boy this place is like a maze!

After getting lost a few times, she finally arrived. Panting she entered his office to find a pleasantly amused look on the old man's face. "What are you in such a hurry for, Gwena?" Hammond asked kindly.

"I think our plan for Sam and Jack worked."

"I know."

"You know?"

"Yes, they just left about twenty minutes ago headed for the commissary. It did work."

Gwena grinned at this and was soon laughing joyously as she sat in one of the chairs on the other side of the General's desk. As she calmed down she thought about what that would mean to all of the members of SG-1.

"So, what happens now?"

"Now, Colonel Carter will take command of an all female team that will be operating as liaisons with the Jaffa and some other matriarchal societies we've met – including your planet." The grin on his face grew wider, "SG-18, as they will be known as, will operate primarily with SG-1 as backup and the providers of the female charm on missions."

Gwena's grin grew wider as well, "Are they okay with that?"

"They better be – it's either that or no relationship at all."


"Mother!" Gwena cried as she flung herself into Katell's waiting arms on the other side of the Gate. The girl started crying softly into her mother's toga, causing Katell to look at Jack and Sam with a questioning face.

"I'm so sorry I ever doubted you," the girl sobbed. "Thank you so much. I love you."

Katell felt a lump rise in her throat; Gwena hadn't said those three words to her in over three years. "I love you too, sweet. Truly I do."

Gwena stepped back and found that a middle-aged woman was standing behind her mother. Anger rose in the girl's stance as she looked at the woman who'd been her mentor and teacher. "You would poison my mind and my heart so you could rule after I brought the city to ruin? You would make me believe that my father was a saint when he murdered many innocent people and tortured many more!"

Hanan backed away as Gwena advanced, but Teal'c stopped her from going far. She looked around for a way to escape but saw none. In utter defeat, she turned and faced her accuser, "All I want is the crown! It should be mine – would have been mine if you mother hadn't come. Sent from the gods, they said. Chosen to lead us, they said. Oh, Hanan didn't want to rule anyway! I should be Mistress of this city!"

Katell backhanded the older woman once. "You would steal my throne, given to me by our Protectors, by poisoning the heart and mind of my daughter? You have fallen so far from the woman I met when I first arrived." Katell turned to the ever-present guards with her. "Take her away and put her in the prison. There will be a trial tomorrow concerning these matters."

Gwena turned back to Sam and Jack, "Thank you," she whispered.

"For what?" Sam asked.

"For showing me what unselfish, unconditional love is."

With that the mother and daughter began the long walk back to their town, to the start of another day and a new era in their lives. Sure, there would be mistakes and digression back to old habits – but the fact that they were willing to try spoke much more than anything else could.

Daniel looked from Sam to Jack, "So…what'd we miss?"

"That, Danny-boy, is a lengthy tale."

"So, dinner tonight at your house? You'll tell us all about it?"

"Not all about it, but the important stuff that happened."


"Oh, and bring beer. Lots of beer."

"Why? Planning on getting me drunk?"

"Oh, you have no idea."


A/N: Well? Any good? I made it extra long because I promised all of you at least one long chapter in this story. Review please - I live for the feedback.