The following and subsequent chapters are cut scenes from possible alternate realities. Some chapters are based in established alternate realities (like this chapter), some are stories based in realities entirely of my invention (like chapter 4 - "Redecorating"), and some are based in realities not too different from the established timeline and actually could most likely take place in the established timeline (like chapter 2 "Grandpa").

Each chapter will be marked by which type of alternate reality it is:

--EAR - Established Alternate Realities

--RMI - Realities of My Invention

--JOR - Just Off Reality

Each chapter also has a rating, most of them are PG, but a few may be construed as T, and are marked accordingly.

Please enjoy.

Chapter I: Got Your Six

Based upon Stargate: SG-1

Rating: PG

- EAR - Based on the Season 1 episode: "There But For the Grace of God"; takes place slightly before said episode within the alternate reality -

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General Jack O'Neill looked up when he heard a knock at his door. Seeing Doctor Samantha Carter, he waved her in, keeping his attention on the man on the other end of the red phone.

"Yes, Sir," he said, "We sent another group through this morning." Listening to the President, he watched Sam circle his desk, and slide up onto it, crossing her legs. He couldn't help but eye the bit of Carter leg so tantalizing close to his hands.

He picked up a pen to busy his free hand, and turned his attention back to the President. "Yes, Sir. We'll be ready for the next group by the time they arrive at Peterson." He glanced up at Sam again, he could tell something was bothering her. "Yes, Sir. Good day, Sir."

He hung up the phone and took a deep breath. Evacuating the planet by small groups was not exactly an easy thing to do. He thought about all the people who were being left behind.

He smiled up at Sam. She wasn't being left behind. And really, that was all that mattered to him. "You alright?" He placed his hand on her thigh.

She gripped his hand. "I'm just . . . scared," she admitted.

"You're going through that gate." He turned towards her, slipping his hands behind her calves. He pulled his chair closer to her, settling her feet on the edge, between his legs. "There is no way you're not gonna go through that gate."

She wrung her hands. "That's not what scares me the most."

He squeezed her calves. "What does?"

She met his gaze. "You not following me," she whispered.

He gave her knee a soft knuckle punch. "Don't worry, Carter," he said with a smile, "I've got your six."

She smiled, and leaned forward wrapping her arms around his neck and resting her head on his shoulder. He slipped his arms around her back, and rubbed small circles gently.

He just held her for a moment, giving her a few seconds of actual comfort before reverting back to his joking self. One of his hands drifted down her back, and settled a little south of her hips. "Mmm, I like havin' your six."

He knew he had done his job as 'The Good Fiancé' when, despite herself, she laughed.

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