Gramps and Grams

Based upon Stargate: SG-1

Timeline Note: Set one year after "Enemy at the Gates"

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She missed Cassie.

The Hammond was in for an extended down period; requiring most everyone to put in regular work hours and a third of the crew to be aboard at all times. It was a welcome break, and some needed rest.

Currently, she was enjoying the welcoming embrace of Jack O'Neill. They were sprawled out on the couch watching a rerun marathon of some railroading western on television. Jack said he watched it regularly, and that might like it. She did, so far.

But she couldn't stop thinking about how she missed Cassie. She hadn't seen her since she left Earth orbit five weeks ago. Sam had let her know she was going to be in town for a while, but Cassie said that she and Elliot were busy. Sam was more than a little bummed out that she wouldn't be able to see George; Cassie and Elliot's adorable three and a half year old boy.

She remembered back some four years ago. She was still in Colorado at the time, and Cassie and Elliot has just gotten married and moved to Little Creek, Virginia where Elliot was stationed.

"Hey, Sam," Cassie's voice came through the receiver.

"Cassie! How are you?"

"Oh, pretty good."

"What's up?" Sam could hear something in her voice.

"Do you mind beaming over here and going to the doctor with me?"

"Doctor? What's wrong?"

She could almost hear Cassie smile. "I'm pregnant."

What then left Sam's mouth was a slightly embarrassing giggle/screech of joy. "Oh my God!"

"I know!"

After she got over her complete and utter 'girl-ish-ness' she regained her composure. "I thought you guys were going to wait? And didn't Elliot get just deployed?"

"We were . . . But apparently human birth control isn't as effective for me as we thought it was. And, yeah, the Carter Hall left six weeks ago. So he'll be back for the most miserable part of the pregnancy and - you know - the birth; so that's good. Plus, Jack is just up in DC; it's only like a three hour drive."

"Oh, Cassie, I'm so excited for you. This is going to be great."

"Does that mean you want to be 'Grandma'?"

"Yes! I want to be 'Grandma,' thank you for finally asking!"

Jack yawned.

Sam chuckled. "Need a nap, Old Man? It's only 2.30."

He chuckled, quickly shifting his grip on her and pulling her around until she was partially underneath him. "Old Man?" he repeated. "I can still keep you up all night."

"Oh, that sounds like a challenge," she replied with a dangerous smirk.

"Maybe it -" he stopped and cocked his head.

She did the same. "I heard it too."

They didn't move, listening. They heard it again, a light knocking.

"Is someone at the door?" he asked.

"I think so." Sam waited for Jack to move, or let her go, or something. They heard the small knock again. "Well, get off me."

He rolled back a little and let her get up, squeezing her hip as she stood. She cast a smirk back at him on her way to the door. She opened it.


Sam looked down to see George throwing himself at her legs. She picked him up and kissed him. "Hello, George!" Sam had him settled on her hip as Cassie reached in for a hug as well.


"Cassie, I thought you said you wouldn't be able to make it up."

"Surprise!" Cassie released her only to hug Jack, who had gotten off the couch and followed her to the door.

"Hello, Elliot," Sam said with a smile, and hugged Cassie's husband.

"Don't let her fool you, Sam," he said quietly. "She's been planning this for weeks."

Before she could answer, George giggled. She look down at him to see him reaching out behind her, she turned and saw Jack baring his teeth as he scooped the little boy from her arms and threw him over his shoulder, tickling him.

"Thanks for bringing him over, Cassie. Jack hasn't had anyone to play with."

Cassie laughed and they both watched Jack roughhouse with George. Sam hugged Cassie again. "I'm glad you guys came up. I missed you."

- . - That Night

Sam crawled into bed next to Jack. She settled into his side with her head on his chest. He put his arms around her.

"Hey, what's up?" he asked quietly.

She squeezed close to him for a second. "I like our little family."

He squeezed her back. "Me too." He was silent for a several moments. "Sam, do you ever regret not having our own kids?"

She didn't answer right away.

"I don't mean to upset you . . ." he muttered.

"No, it's just . . . Sometimes," she said. "We would've had beautiful children."

"Yeah," he agreed.

"But, then I think about everything we would've gone through. How were we supposed to raise a child with our jobs? Should one of us have quit? You? Me? I would've missed so much when I'm deployed on the Hammond, and if we had had a baby before that; we would've been living a half continent away . . . Not to mention that the two of us are kind of old to have a baby."

He harrumphed. "Speak for yourself." He paused, letting the mood reset itself. "Yeah, that was kind of my thinking. But we would've had good lookin' kids."

"Yeah," she agreed. "We've got a good lookin' kid, and a good lookin' grandkid."

He kissed the top of her head. "Yeah, we do."

There was silence again.

"Good night, Gramps," she said.

He chuckled and squeezed her again. "Good night, Grams."

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