Title: What Dreams May Come

Author: Malinne

Email: malinne@sbcglobal.net

Status: Complete

Rating: NC-17 graphic sex, language

Summary: Sam and Jack await the birth of their children and deal with the aftermath of their treatment by Ba'al.

Spoilers: None

Classification: Sam & Jack. H/C, romance

Archive: SJ-NC17, SJD- yes

Disclaimer: Stargate SG-1 and its characters are the property of Stargate (II) Productions, Showtime/Viacom, MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, and Gekko Productions. This story is for entertainment purposes only and no money exchanged hands. No copyright infringement is intended. The original characters, situations, and story are the property of the author. This story may not be posted elsewhere without the consent of the author.

Notes: Part of the "Movie Series". Reading the following is strongly recommended, but not required to understand events in this story: "Booty Call", "Risky Business", "Body Heat", "Eyes Wide Shut" and "The Astronaut's Wife". However, some parts of "The Astronaut's Wife" may be integral to events occurring in this installment.

My special thanks to Jo'Siris for being my beta, and most of all, for all her encouragement and support.

Part 1/3 Parenthood

Sam Carter sat on the stool in her lab, leaning over and typing on her computer. Realizing her back was aching, she slid off the stool, pushing it away with her butt so she could stand as she continued typing.

"I thought we both agreed that you would stay off your feet as much as possible if I let you continue working." The irritated voice of her friend and doctor came from the doorway.

Grinning she glanced up from the monitor, and then returned to her work. "Oh, hi Janet. I just stood up. My back was killing me from sitting and leaning forward. I just needed to stretch a bit."

"Yeah, I bet. Let's see…its 1300 hours. You got here at 0700—how many times have you sat down and propped your feet up? No…no, don't answer that. I'll bet not one damned time."

Sam dropped her head and looked up through her bangs with a sheepish grin. "Busted."

Janet pointed to the couch. "Here, now—and no arguments or I'll make it an order from the CMO and call the SF's to take you to the infirmary, where you can rest as my guest."

Sam closed the laptop with a disgusted sigh and moved to sit on the couch. Janet picked up the two pillows she had brought from the infirmary to Sam's lab a week earlier. "Okay, turn around, lean back and prop your feet up on these. Ankles higher than your heart, remember. I'm trying to prevent swelling. Most women carrying twins are on bedrest by now. Don't push you luck with me, sister!" Sam stuck her tongue out at her friend when Janet turned her back. "I saw that!" came the immediate response.

"Janet…." Sam whined. "How did you know?"

"Remember, I have a teenager." Janet dragged the desk chair over and sat down by her friend. "So, how are things?" Sam just shrugged her shoulders.

"Oh, I don't know, Janet. What could be wrong? I'm eight and a half months pregnant, I feel like a beached whale, everyone is treating me like a china doll, and my hormones are turning me into Jekyll and Hyde."

"Sounds like a normal late third trimester to me." she quipped back at Sam, earning her a light swat on the arm. "How are things with the Colonel?"

Sam scooted down on the sofa and leaned her head back on the cushion. It really did feel much better to put her feet up. Finally, Sam glanced up and spoke. "Jan… it hasn't been easy since we got home. Don't get me wrong…Jack's been so sweet and attentive. He'll hold me and comfort me. Cuddling has been great. But it's like he's afraid to do anything more than hug or kiss me lightly."

"Well, I can understand his concerns. You have a toxin in your system that has made you allergic to his semen. Sam, you almost died that last day on Numitor. Besides, I told you two weeks ago that I didn't want you having sex in any way, shape or form. At this point an orgasm would increase the strength of your Braxton-Hicks contractions. It would be very uncomfortable for you, and it could be strong enough to rupture your membranes."

" I know...I guess I just need some reassurances." She shrugged, then smiled and winked, "Plus…I miss the sex."

Janet grinned and propped her hand on her hip. "Patience girlfriend. After the delivery we'll see about getting this toxin thing resolved. The Tok'ra took a blood sample from you and a semen specimen from the Colonel. Jacob assured me they could come up with a cure."

"I really appreciate you, Jan. You were so great on Numitor, and the guys have all been great." Sam hesitated before continuing, "Although, Daniel has been a little odd." She lifted her head and looked at Janet's face. "Has he said anything to you?"

"No, he's said nothing. How has he been odd?

"Maybe it's just my overactive imagination. It's like he's jealous of the extra time Jack spends with me now…like it somehow threatens their friendship." Sam lifted up on her elbow and readjusted her pillows so that she could recline and watch Janet's face as they spoke. "Janet, I love him like a brother. I would never do anything to break up their friendship. I know what he has meant to Jack. If anyone else had gone to Abydos in Daniel's place, Jack probably wouldn't be alive right now. I owe him."

"Sam, I think you need to remember Daniel's past and maybe it will help you understand his behavior. I mean…losing both parents at a young age—he had no one except a grandfather who was too busy with his explorations, so he grew up in a series of foster homes. He finally found Sha're—only to lose her to Apophis. Jack has probably been the first real friend he has had in a long time. The members of SG-1 are his family, and that family dynamic has changed now. Give him time."

"The team is going to change soon anyway…I mean, it already has. I can't see myself going back into combat. It wouldn't be fair to my children. I don't want them to grow up without a mother. I haven't talked to Jack about it yet, but I really don't want him to go off world either. Plus, there is this entire thing with the violation of the frat regs. I just hope no one else gets dragged into this with us. The General has been so understanding, but he could get caught in the middle of this. My career really doesn't matter to me anymore…my family does." She paused and looked down, then took Janet's hand. "I remember a conversation you and I had almost a year ago about regrets… and I don't have any."

***

Two days later Sam sat in her lab. At this point in her pregnancy, she had to admit; she didn't feel very well anymore. Her back had really been hurting all morning. Trying to comply with her agreement with Janet, she had taken a break on the sofa and propped her feet up. She was resting with her eyes closed, and would have been dozing if not for the damned incessant back cramps. Suddenly, she felt lips lightly brush hers and looked up into the handsome, rugged face of Jack O'Neill.

"If you don't leave me alone and let me rest, I'll tell my husband," she threatened.

He grinned and played along. "Oh, and what will he do?"

"He's very protective of me. He'll probably mop the floor with your ass, if you keep bothering me." She poked him in the chest with her finger. "Now, sit down behind me and rub my back. It just won't quit aching." She scooted herself forward, making a space for him to sit behind her.

He squeezed her shoulders as he slid in behind, but the tone in her voice when she next spoke stopped his movement. "Jack…wait. Oh my god, Jack…Jack, my water just broke."

Jack jumped to his feet and looked at the dampness that now covered the edge of the sofa, her legs, and the floor. He ran toward the phone; then turned on his heel and came back to her. He looked like a rabbit in a shooting gallery, bouncing back and forth from side to side. "Oh geez! Are you okay? Oh god… Sam…I …sit still…I'll call Doc Fraiser!"

"Jack…I'm fine. I can walk to the infirmary." Sam smiled and shook her head at her confused and indecisive husband. "Thank god you're not like this in the field," she joked. Sam stood with Jack supporting her arm and took a couple of steps from the sofa. Suddenly, she grunted and doubled over, wrapping her arms around her abdomen.

Jack was immediately at her side. "Whoa…let's get you back to the couch…or better yet, I'll just carry you to the infirmary." He swung her up in his arms and headed for the door.

"God no, Jack, put me down. I've got to get my underwear off, I can feel something." He laid her on the sofa and reached under her dress to the waistband of her panties. She lifted her hips, and he slid them off her legs. As she did so her thighs fell open.

"Jesus Sam, hold on. I can see the top of a head." He stood and stared between her open thighs.

"Jack…call Janet!"

"Oh yeah…yeah." He ran to the phone and dialed the infirmary. "Doc… get here now. Sam's havin' em, now! Where? Here…in her lab…hurry!" He hung up the phone and ran to the door to watch for the doctor.

"Jack…Jack, I need you over here. Now!" A note of panic had touched Sam's usually calm voice, and made him react quickly.

He knelt beside her, "What do you want?"

"Jack...I'm having these babies…NOW!"

"You can't…Just hold it, Sam, Doc will be here anytime…Cross your legs or something." He leaned and looked between her legs. Quickly he jerked his T-shirt off and placed it between her thighs covering the sofa. "Sam, I don't know what to do. When Charlie was born, fathers weren't allowed in the delivery room."

"Jack…you are going to have to deliver these babies. You better be ready…cause I can't wait…I'm gonna push, now…"

"Oh shit! No, no. There's no way in hell I can do this…" He shook his head and tried to back away toward the door again.

Sam grabbed his hand and yanked it between her thighs. His face was pale and his eyes were as big as saucers as he stared down at the emerging head. "Jack, if you faint on me I swear to god I'll divorce you and throw your sorry ass to the next goa'uld I meet!"

***

Janet Fraiser burst into the lab with a gurney and two nurses behind her. She was shocked to see the bare-chested Colonel kneeling beside his wife with a tiny bundle wrapped in his T-shirt. "Uh…here's the first one, Doc," he said, handing her the infant.

Janet took a quick peek to make sure everything was okay; then ripped open a med-pack, taking out a cord clamp and scissors. Soon the child was passed to a nurse and Janet turned her attention to Sam. "How you doing there, mom? You know you weren't supposed to start this show without me." She checked Sam out below, as a nurse checked Sam's vital signs, nodding to the doctor that all was good when she was finished. "Sam, we need to just wait another minute and then your son will be ready to greet the world. Okay, when I tell you, I want you to push."

Jack stayed at her side, holding her hand and gently caressing her face. His whispered words of encouragement were interrupted by Janet's voice. "Okay Sam, I want you to push again, now."

Sam raised her head and shoulders as she strained to bear down and push with the contraction. Her face was scrunched and contorted, as she clenched her bared teeth and pushed.

"Okay…relax now." Janet laid their son on Sam's abdomen. "Jack, would you like to cut the cord?"

"Who me?…Oh yeah." He clipped the cord as instructed by Janet, a wide grin spreading from ear to ear.

After a quick check, Janet passed the baby to the other nurse. "Okay… now we need to get you all to the infirmary. You know, Sam…I know you're a workaholic, but you could have at least left the lab to give birth," she joked with her friend, taking her hand. Then she leaned over and hugged her. "Congratulations, they look absolutely beautiful. Now, let's get you to the infirmary. I'd rather deliver the placenta there in a more sterile setting."

Soon all the members of the SGC were dropping by the infirmary to meet Michaela and Jacob O'Neill or Mike and Jake, as they had already been dubbed.

***

Part 2/3 Bumps in the Night

Jack O'Neill stood in the door of the nursery, watching his wife breast-feed his daughter. It had been eight weeks since the birth of the twins. Jack and Sam had settled into a routine at home. Sam was absolutely wonderful with the babies. Jack had seen a softer, more vulnerable side of her than he had never imagined existed. He knew she was a seasoned soldier, capable of kicking goa'uld butt or taking on madmen such as Turghan in hand-to-hand combat. He also knew the playful, passionate and romantic lover. But the gentle, nurturing woman he had seen these past few weeks, was a side of her which he had only glimpsed once before, when Cassie had been found and rescued.

The phone brought him out of his musings. "Hello, Colonel. It's Janet. Jacob is here. He's brought the antidote to the toxin with him. Is now a good time for you and Sam to come to the base? If not, I'll send Jacob there to visit with you. But if you can come in and bring the twins, I can get their eight-week check-up done at the same time."

"Hi Doc. Yeah, I think now is okay. Give us about an hour. We can't travel light these days, you know."

***

When they arrived in the infirmary, Jacob gave his daughter a big hug and immediately tried to pick up both of his grandchildren. With Sam's help he was able to get one into each arm. They stood and visited for a short while, waiting for Janet to do physicals on a returning SG team. When she finished, she joined the Carter-O'Neill family.

"General Carter, if you'll bring them both in here and put them on the bed, I'll check them over."

"Sure, It's just hard to put them down. Wasn't sure these two were ever going to get together and give me any more grandchildren." He winked at Sam and Jack. "If you don't mind my asking, why are you doing their check-ups? I mean, you're not a pediatrician."

"No offense taken, General, but these two will probably never see a pediatrician. You see, they were born with naquada in their blood. Evidently it has been passed on through Sam."

They all stood round as Janet examined the restless pair and pronounced them both fit and growing as expected. Suddenly, the klaxons and the booming tannoy broke the silence of the infirmary. "Unscheduled off-world activation."

Jack looked at Sam and she nodded to him. "Yes, go. I'll stay here with the kids." Jacob went with him.

***

A few moments later, Jack and Jacob returned to the exam room. Janet was rocking Jake and giving him a bottle of expressed milk that Sam had brought with her. Janet always loved being able to hold and feed the babies. Sam sat on the bed nursing Mike.

"Hey…look who we found," said Jack, gesturing to Lya as she followed them into the room.

Lya bowed her head slightly in greeting, and a sweet, angelic smile lit her face. "Samantha, Janet, it is good to see you both again." She pulled the blanket from Mike so that she could better see her, but did not disturb her from hungrily pulling at her mother's nipple. She caressed from the top of her head to her tiny little toes; then turned to Jake and did the same. "They are well." She reached into the folds of her dress and withdrew two necklaces; identical to the one she had given Sam before leaving Numitor. She turned and looked at Jack; then back at Sam. "If you would allow me, I would like to place these on your children. I offer them the protection of the Nox. This stone allows me to sense when they are in danger."

Sam looked up at Jack. Finding no objection there, she spoke to Lya. "Thank you, Lya. We are very lucky that the Nox offer us this. We would be most honored to accept your gift."

Lya leaned forward and attached the necklaces. Sam watched as the ends grew together to fasten them around the infants' necks. Lya smiled and began to speak. "As I told you on the other world, these two are the future of your race. They are the next step. Not only do they carry naquada in their blood, they have a new genetic trait. I cannot tell you much of this trait, but know that the changes made to Samantha by Nirti, were not totally corrected by Eggar. The traces of the genetic manipulation have resulted in positive changes, and will compliment Samantha's superior intellectual abilities. As you already know from the Asgard, Jack has a genetic variant, and while they have taken steps to assure that variant cannot be manipulated by scientific experimentation, it can be passed on to his offspring and allowed to mutate naturally. These two are a new beginning for your race."

Jack grinned and nudged Sam with his hip, "Geez, maybe we should have named them Adam and Eve."

His joke was lost on Lya, but Sam elbowed him.

Lya continued to speak. "Samantha, I also wanted to be here when you are given the antidote for the toxin Ba'al introduced into your system. I trust in the abilities of the Tok'ra to develop an antidote and those of your doctor to care for you, but the Nox felt it necessary that I be here also, to offer assistance."

"Lya, I already owe you my life and that of my children. I'm glad you're here."

Janet interrupted. "Speaking of the antidote…we have it ready now and I would like to give you the injection. Afterwards, I'll want you to stay on base for 24 hours so I can monitor you. I've had the isolation room down here set up, so you and Jack can stay and keep the babies with you. We need to allow 24 hours for your body to develop immunity; then, we'll test your reaction to the Colonel's semen."

Sam was doing up her shirt after finishing nursing. She looked up at Jack and took his hand. "Okay…let's get it done."

***

The following afternoon, Jack was paged to the infirmary. When he arrived Janet and Lya were waiting with Sam. "Everything okay?" he asked, bouncing into the room.

Janet looked up at him, "That's what we want to find out. Time to see if Sam reacts to your semen." Jack looked a little sheepish, "Uh…you don't mean…uh…you don't expect us…me…to perform here…on the base. I'm Geez, that's kinda embarrassing to do it with everyone standing around waiting and watching."

Janet and Sam burst out laughing. Janet reached into her pocket and pulled something out, handing it to the Colonel. He reached out and took the package—a specimen cup. "How about we do it this way, Colonel", she laughed.

"Oh…okay," he took the cup and tried to be nonchalant as he strolled toward the bathroom.

"Want some help in there, dear?" teased Sam. Then she stood and walked over to him, reaching him just as he opened the bathroom door. She leaned and whispered something in his ear.

Janet laughed when she saw his face flush and he quickly closed the bathroom door. She flashed a `what' look at Sam. Sam's face lit with a devilish grin, "Just giving him a thought to put him in the right frame of mind."

"Well my friend, while he takes care of business, I want you to change into a hospital gown and let me hook you up with an IV and connect the monitors. I want to be prepared for whatever happens."

"Ah, Jan. Lya's here. We don't need all that. Remember…she can do it all low tech." whined Sam.

"God, Sam…you're starting to sound just like him. Now go change. Remember, I am the CMO and I have big needles," she tried to look threatening, but couldn't disguise the smirk on her face.

***

A short while later they all stood in the exam room. Sam was up in stirrups. Jack stood on her right holding her hand, and Lya was on her left. "Okay, Sam. I'm going to use a syringe to put just a couple of drops into your vagina. Are you ready?"

"Uh…just one thought, Janet. You just started my Depo-Provera a couple of weeks ago…so am I protected here? I'm not ready to get pregnant again."

"You're fine, Sam. No worries." Janet inserted the speculum in Sam's vagina, and then using a syringe, put several drops of semen onto her vaginal wall. After several minutes and no reaction she put in the remainder of the semen specimen.

They waited over an hour with no reaction noted. "Okay folks," said Janet, "let's go tell Jacob that the antidote worked." She turned to Jack and Sam and a sly smile slid across her face. "And you two can go home. I'm sure you've got something else you would rather be doing." She waggled her eyebrows in fine Jack O'Neill fashion. "Leave the twins with me. Jacob can visit with them until he has to go back; then, you can come by my house and get them later tonight…or, why don't I just keep them until morning."

Jack quickly jumped in, "No…thanks, Doc…that's sweet, but we'll take them with us."

Sam looked at him with surprise. Granted they hadn't ever left the twins with anyone else, but this was Janet—if they couldn't trust her to give them the absolute best care, whom could they trust? And besides, she wanted some uninterrupted time with her husband, now that the toxin had been counteracted. She started to speak, when Jacob interrupted. "I'll get George to make it an order if I have to… You two run along and have an evening to yourselves…we'll all be just fine." Jack opened his mouth to speak, but Jacob cut him off, "Huh uh… go!"

Before they left, Sam used the breast pump again, leaving the expressed milk with Janet. She could use formula to supplement it and get her through the night. After cuddling and kissing their children, Jack and Sam left for the evening.

As they waited for the elevator to the surface, Jack suggested going out to dinner since it was just the two of them. He got on the cell once they were outside and made a reservation at their favorite Italian restaurant. They had two hours to get changed and make their reservation.

***

Once inside their house, Jack headed straight for the shower. He had been there for a few minutes when Sam opened the curtain and stepped in with him. He turned to face her as she stepped in.

Sam placed her palms flat on his soap bubble covered chest and leaned in to place a light kiss on his lips. He responded, wrapping his arms around her to pull her close, deepening the kiss by pushing his tongue into her open mouth. Sam stepped closer and ground herself against his groin. Jack broke the kiss, "Sam…babe, I'm sorry. But if we're gonna make dinner, we don't have time for this now." He quickly rinsed off and opened the shower curtain to step out. I'll let you finish, while I dress.

Sam was disappointed. For all she cared they could have missed their reservation completely. She wanted her husband…wanted him in the carnal sense. But…she finished her shower and did her hair and make- up. Soon they were both ready and on their way to dinner.

***

Three hours later they had returned home. Dinner had been wonderful. Jack had been quiet though…not one of the infamous O'Neill witticisms was uttered during the entire evening. When they entered the house, Sam pushed him back against the wall and kissed him ferociously. He parted his lips, as her tongue pressed firmly against them, requesting entry. One hand moved behind his head, pulling his mouth tighter to hers, while her other hand ran down his back and around to caress the front of his trousers. "Jack," she whispered, "Take me to bed…I want you."

Jack took her by the hand and led her toward the bedroom. Minutes later they lay naked on the bed together, bodies entwined, as they kissed and hands explored. He rolled Sam onto her back and trailed his hot mouth down to her collarbone, while his hand went to her breast. He pulled his head up to look where his hand touched the wet, stickiness around her nipple.

Sam raised her head to see what had distracted him. "Oh…sorry. I need to use the breast pump. I'm really full…actually, to the point where it is starting to hurt." Sam started to slide out from under him, but he held her. "Nope, consider me you personal little breast pump. I'll do it for you. No reason why I can't…is there?" He looked like an excited little kid.

Sam shook her head, "No reason I know of. Just take it easy…my nipples are really tender from the kids."

Jack lowered his head to her chest and extended his tongue to her nipple, gently swiping across and removing the milk that leaked from Sam's nipple. "Yum…you taste good." He wrapped his lips over her nipple and areola and gently suckled using his tongue to pump the breast a bit.

Sam was rolled half way to her side and propped on an elbow watching him. He looked up and licked his lips. "You're warm and sweet. Am I hurting you?" She shook her head. He returned to the same breast for a few more moments before moving on to the other, once again beginning by licking the sticky sweet from her skin as it trickled down. This time Sam arched into him at the stimulation.

He looked up with a strange look in his eyes. "What?" she asked him.

"Uh…just wondering. Does it make you feel like that when you breast- feed the babies?" he looked so sincere.

"No, Jack. It doesn't. That's not a sexual turn on." She reached down and pulled him back up to her. "But you, my lover, are a totally different story. You make me hot and horny when you do that." She quickly wrapped a leg around his hips and rolled him onto his back. Sam rubbed her breasts against his hair-covered chest, reveling in the sensations; then she sat up, straddling his hips. She scooted back expecting to feel an erect penis sliding through her folds, but felt nothing. Moving down further to sit on his thighs, she grasped his flaccid length and leaned forward, taking the soft head into her mouth. It felt so totally different. It was soft, definitely smaller, and difficult to hold onto…like a limp noodle. She sucked hard, rolling her tongue in circles around the head as she stroked her hands up and down his length. Finally, she felt it stir in her hands and the head begin to swell in her mouth. She continued stroking with one hand, but moved the other hand slowly, teasingly, up across his lower abdomen and chest until she felt a nipple. She circled it with her nails and began rolling it with her fingers.

Jack reached down to pull her up to him. He claimed her lips in a deep kiss, but when she thrust her tongue into his mouth, he broke the kiss. He looked down at his meager erection…already beginning to slump. "Sam…I love you so much, but—I just don't think this is gonna happen tonight. I'm sorry…I don't know what to say." He closed his eyes and shook his head, then began to scoot down in the bed. "At least let me do this for you."

She pulled his head back to her, and to leaned over to kiss him gently on the lips. "No…Jack. It's okay, honey. I know…it happens sometimes. But I want to wait until we can share the moment together. If it's okay with you, just hold me…please."

He pulled her close and she moved to rest her head on his chest. "God… I love you, Sam!"

"I know, Jack. I know."

***

Early the following morning, Jack left for the base without waking her. Around 1700 hours he called her, saying he would be late, and that she shouldn't hold dinner for him. Sam waited up for him, but by midnight she was feeling the stress of caring for the twins. Giving up, she went to bed. Shortly afterwards, he slipped quietly into the bed bedside her. Sam rolled to him, putting her head on his shoulder and an arm around his waist. "I missed you today. Everything okay?"

Jack put his arm around her and squeezed her in a hug. "Yeah…SG-12 came back late with some new intel on goa'uld movements. We had a strategic planning meeting." He kissed her on the top of the head. Sam rolled over and onto his chest and began kissing his neck and jaw. "Sam, honey. It's been are really long day. I'm so tired I can hardly keep my eyes open…would you mind?"

She was disappointed. Hell yes, she minded. She wanted…no, she needed to be with him so badly, but she understood. Sam rolled back to his side, "No problem. Just hold me, okay?"

Squeezing her tightly to him, he whispered, "I love you, Sam."

"I love you too, Jack," she said, as she snuggled close to him, trying to ignore the aching need so she could sleep.

***

Sam was awakened by Jack's muted cries. He was having nightmares again—she knew the cries, the broken words—all too well. She reached out to touch his shoulder. His skin was cold and damp. "Jack…honey… it's Sam. Jack…you're okay. We're home, Jack. You're safe." No response came from him as the muttering continued. Sam flipped on the lamp. Firmly she grasped his shoulder and shook him. His eyes popped open. His pupils were tiny black pinpoints—he was definitely in fight- or-flight mode. He grabbed her and threw her back on the bed, coming to straddle her waist with his hands on her shoulders, holding her firmly to the mattress. "Filthy snake-head bitch. I won't let you have her." He screamed into her face.

Sam was frightened…she knew too well what he was capable of doing. "Jack, STOP!" she screamed, as she prepared to defend herself.

Suddenly, he froze. His eyes seemed to focus—on her this time. Shock and horror blanketed his face moments before he fell forward onto her, burying his face in her neck. Sam felt hot moisture on her skin. He was crying. She wrapped her arms tightly around him and stroked the nape of his neck and his back. Her hands trailed down his back and across his bare ass. "Jack…it's okay. Everything's okay…it was just a dream. We are both okay. That's all over now." She began to kiss his shoulder and her caresses changed from those of comfort to a more erotic touch. His penis stirred against her belly—quickly growing in length and firmness. She felt herself immediately become wet. She wanted him. It had been so long. "Jack, I want you. Make love to me."

He raised his head and took her lips as he moved his legs to slip them both between her knees and spread her legs. Sam immediately flexed her knees and opened herself to him. She tried to slip her hand between them and finally succeeded as he lifted slightly. Grasping his erection she moved it to her hot, wet slit. Just as she felt the head brush against her folds, he lifted his hips away from her—hesitating a moment…something twisting and contorting on his face; then he climbed off her and went into the bathroom, closing the door and locking it behind him.

Sam lay motionless in the bed. What the fuck had just happened? She called his name. "Jack…" When she got no response she got out of bed and walked to the bathroom door, knocking softly on it. "Jack…can I come in?"…only silence on the other side. "Jack…at least tell me you are okay in there." Still not a sound was heard. "Jack…I'm gonna pick the lock if you don't answer me."

"Uh…okay. I'm okay. Just…I need to be alone. I'm sorry. It's me…not you. Please understand." His words were spoken in a soft, low voice that sounded so sad.

She was about to insist he open the door, when she heard one of the twins crying. "Jack, I have to go check the babies…someone's crying. I'll be right back."

Sam found Jake awake and hungry. She settled in the rocker and nursed him. No sooner had she put him back in the crib, than Mike was awake. She fed her too and finally headed back to the bedroom. Jack wasn't there. She began searching the house and found him asleep on the couch. Deciding to give him the space he obviously wanted tonight, she returned to the bedroom and climbed into the big bed--alone. It was difficult to get back to sleep, but soon the busy day took its toll and she drifted off.

Sam's sleep was troubled…she couldn't get the evenings events with Jack out of her subconscious mind. She was surprised when she felt the side of the bed dip. Then the covers were pulled from her body. She grew wet spontaneously with anticipation. Large warm hands slide across her shoulders and the weight of a body settled on top of hers. She felt a pulsing erection press against her belly, as her thighs were spread and her knees lifted. Slowly, the hard length was pressed into her willing body. She shuddered at the wonderful sensation. A stronger quake coursed through her as he began to move inside her. At last…Jack was hers again. She felt lips touch hers in the darkness… hungry, wanton lips. Mouths opened and tongues entwined. But…suddenly… something was wrong. Her throat hurt…the kiss felt so wrong. The taste in her mouth was nauseating. Her lover must have sensed her alarm, because he leaned to the side and reached for the lamp without breaking the kiss. As the white glare washed the room, Sam blinked and opened her eyes to stare into vacant coal black orbs. Startled by what she saw, Sam jerked her face back breaking the kiss, but found herself still held close to his lips. A goa'uld symbiote protruded from her mouth, its jaws locked in the grip of another symbiote protruding from the mouth of the man whose shaft was pumping furiously in and out of her body—Ba'al! Sam awoke screaming. She jumped from the bed trying to escape, but tangled her foot in the covers and fell across the bedroom floor. She crawled to the corner of the room and sat huddled naked in the corner, tears rolling down her cheeks. "Jack," she cried softly, "Jack, I need you." No one had heard her—the twins were quiet; and Jack, if he had heard, did not respond. She pulled the cover from the bed and curled up on the floor— unable to return to the bed.

***

A week had passed since the antidote had been administered. Janet had scarcely seen Sam in that time, and if she did see her, Sam always managed to be on her way somewhere else to do something urgent. Janet knew something was wrong. Sam was jumpy; she looked like she hadn't slept—dark circles under both eyes. But most of all her normally cheery friend was incredibly sad. Janet was determined to get to the root of things. So she cornered Sam in her lab, shutting and locking the door when she arrived.

"Okay…we've played hide and seek long enough. Come on, talk to me." She reached out and laid a hand on Sam's arm, rubbing it gently as she saw something flash across her friend's face and her mood shift.

"Jan…I…I'm okay." Her voice lowered and she glanced down and away from Janet as she replied.

Janet led her over to sit together on the couch. She pulled Sam's hand between her own and held it. "Sam, I know you too well. Don't give me that `okay' crap. What's going on?"

Sam kept her face averted, struggling to maintain control. Janet could see the tears, as they began to fill her friend's eyes. The expression on her face suddenly changed as though Sam had just donned a mask. She looked up with a small smile that went no further than the corners of her mouth. Dropping her eyes back to her lap, she spoke, "Janet, I'm trying to catch up on everything I got so far behind on while I was gone. I'm trying to make a home for my family, take care of twins, and trying…trying to be a good wife. Isn't that enough?"

Janet stroked the back of Sam's hand, trying to get her to relax. "Yeah, honey…that's more than enough for most women, but I've got a pretty good idea that it's a lot more than just that. If I'm reading the Colonel's body language correctly, I get the distinct impression that there is some friction between the two of you."

Sam chuckled sardonically to herself. Friction…how could there be friction? Laws of science required that two things rub together to create friction—that hadn't happened since they had returned from Numitor. She opened her mouth to speak, but she hesitated and chanced a glance at Janet's face before doing so—that's all it took, the warmth she found there melted all the barriers away and the tears she had been holding so well restrained, flowed freely.

Janet moved to sit on the edge of the sofa beside Sam and opened her arms, her friend willingly leaned into her. A few moments later the sobs slowed and Sam lifted her head from Janet's shoulder. "Janet, I need a tissue from my desk." Janet stood to get it for her, but as she stepped away, Sam got to her feet and walked to the desk. After blowing her nose, she began pacing back and forth in front of the lab table. Janet could visibly see that Sam was gathering her courage to speak.

"We haven't made love since you gave me the antidote to the toxin. Sometimes he doesn't even stay in our bed at night. Janet, it's not just the sex." Sam chewed on her bottom lip. "We're having nightmares— both of us. At least I think he is…he won't talk to me about them. I think, he thinks he's protecting me. Janet, he's had horrible nightmares about being tortured by Ba'al ever since he escaped. The only way I've been able to comfort him…has been by using my body. Now, he wakes up yelling in the night, drenched in cold sweat, and instead of reaching for me like he used to do—he retreats to the bathroom and shuts the door. I don't know what to do to help him."

Janet sat on the sofa and patted the cushion beside her. Sam acquiesced and sat down. "So, he's been using you and sex to hide from his nightmares. What about the nightmares you're having now?"

Janet watched as her friend twitched uncomfortably and rose to begin pacing again. Sam's hands clenched into tight fists, her knuckles blanching white. Janet could see her digging her nails into her palms, and she was sure there was blood on her lip where she had bitten it. "I…I remem…" She stopped and shook her head. "It's just memories of being Ba'al's prisoner. It really makes it difficult to sleep. My dreams aren't too bad—it's mostly Jack's."

Janet knew her friend wasn't telling her the truth. But she also knew that it wasn't a good idea to challenge her right now. She was already too stressed.

Janet watched her as she once again closed her hands into white knuckled fists and pounded them into the side of her thighs unconsciously. "Sam, I'm off duty now. Cassie is at school. I can call and have her pick up the twins at the sitters and take them to your house. She can stay there until the Colonel gets home, or until you do. What do you say? Come home with me now. We can have some lunch, relax and talk. Just us. Janet and Sam…I promise Dr. Fraiser will stay here on the base…unless you want her at the house too."

"Oh…Janet, I don't know. I…" she was interrupted by her friend.

"Look, I'll tell the Colonel were going to go have girl talk about babies; then we can talk about what ever it is. Honey, its obvious that something more is bothering you. Let me help you."

Sam nodded in agreement.

"Good. I'll talk to the Colonel and tell the General that your doctor has told you to go home for the day. Meet you topside in 10 minutes. We'll take my car."

***

Part 3/3 Nightmares and Dreams

The ride to Janet's house had been a silent one. Janet chanced a sideways look at Sam and could see she was deep in thought…obviously troubled thought, as evidenced by the furrowing of her brow.

Once inside, Janet hung up their coats. "Have a seat and rest awhile. I'll go fix us some lunch…chicken Caesar salad okay?"

"Sounds good, Janet. But let me help. Please, I need something to do with my hands."

"Okay, romaine and everything are in the fridge. Tear it up for us. You know where I keep everything. Chicken is already grilled. I just need to slice it."

When lunch was over they moved to the living room. Sam sat on the couch, and Janet took a seat at the opposite end. "So…Sam. You're going to have to help me here, because I don't know the right questions to ask."

Sam turned half into the sofa and rested one elbow on the back, leaning her head against her hand. Her eyes filled with tears. "Janet, I honestly don't know where to start. Life was so good before Ba'al kidnapped me. Now…I think my fairy tale has been destroyed. I have my precious little ones—and I wouldn't give them up for anything, but I want my sanity back…and I want my life back—my life with Jack."

Janet took her hand, "Okay…so he's been using sex to deal with his nightmares, but you haven't had sex since the antidote was given. Is it him or is it you that doesn't want it?"

Sam half laughed, "Oh…believe me, Janet. I wouldn't turn him down. The first night we went home together after the antidote…you know, the night you kept the twins…it started out very nicely. But Jack couldn't get an erection. That has never happened to us before. He left for work the next morning without waking me, and he didn't come home until after midnight. I was already in bed. I tried to initiate things between us, but he made it clear he didn't want it…claiming he was too tired. Later that night he awoke from a nightmare. He scared me, pushing me down into the bed and calling me a `filthy snake-head bitch'; then he seemed to wake up. He was crying, I thought he was upset because he could have hurt me, but then he started to make love to me. He got an erection—a nice one, but just as he was about…well, about to penetrate me, he jumped off of the bed and retreated to the bathroom. I tried to talk to him, but didn't get anywhere. Jake started crying, I had to go nurse the twins. When I came back, he had moved to the sofa in the living room. We have never slept apart before—not when we were on Earth." She wiped her tears. "Janet, what Ba'al did to him was beyond description. Did you know Daniel came to him…to help him ascend and escape the suffering? I don't think Daniel remembers it. If he does, he's never mentioned it to Jack. But Jack didn't want to ascend—he wanted to die. A part of him wouldn't let him do that, because he was clinging to thoughts of a life with me. He continued to suffer because he loved me. He's had nightmares ever since…reliving the torture. He told me that I always appeared in his dreams and redeemed him, saved him from a horrible fate with Ba'al. But now…I think he sees me as a goa'uld—I'm not his sanctuary anymore."

Janet leaned forward and brushed Sam's hair back from her tear- streaked face. "Okay…now I want you to tell me about your nightmares. I bet you haven't talked with him about them, have you?" Sam shook her head. "So…tell me. It will help, you know."

She watched as tears flooded Sam's eyes again and she broke down in heavy sobs. Janet wrapped her arms around her, "Honey…I'm sorry. Tell me how I can help."

"Oh, Janet…it's just…my Mom used to say the exact same thing to me. God…I need her now." She continued to cry like a small child on Janet's shoulder. Finally, she sat back and blew her nose.

Janet went into the kitchen and came back with two cups of tea. "Here, drink this…a little herb tea. But…I still want you to tell me about your dream."

Sam dropped her head back and sighed heavily. "It's always the same… always I'm having great sex…I think it's Jack, but when the light is turned on, or I open my eyes…it's Ba'al that I'm screwing. And…then sometimes…sometimes our tongues become the symbiotes. They're locked in this grip with each other…we're kissing and these…these things are in our mouths…and…" She jumped from the couch and ran to the bathroom. Janet followed, stopping long enough to wet a washcloth for her friend who now sat on the floor retching into the toilet. "God, I'm sorry, Janet. This happens every time I think about it…if I've got anything in my stomach, I lose it."

Janet stroked her hair back from her face, "Oh Sam, you have nothing to apologize for."

A short while later, settled back on the sofa, Janet asked, "Sam…can Dr. Fraiser say something?" She replied with a nod. "I know it won't be pleasant, but you and Jack need to sit down together and discuss these dreams. If you don't, I'm going to have to send you both to see MacKenzie."

"Oh…shit! Janet! I can't!"

"Oh shit, Sam! You have to! Choice is yours and the Colonel's. I want to discuss it with him when I take you home tonight."

***

About an hour later they pulled up in front of Sam and Jack's house. Jack's truck was home. The two women headed toward the house, each dreading the coming conversation as much as the other. Jack had heard the car pull in and stood holding the door open for them. "Hey there… you two `girls' solve the problems of the world today?" he joked sarcastically.

Sam kissed him; then paused in front of him and laid a hand on his chest, looking as if she were trying to apologize to him. Janet interrupted, "Where's Cassie?"

Jack answered without taking his eyes off Sam's face, "In the family room watching TV. The twins are asleep."

Janet stepped through the hallway to the family room, "Cass, I need a favor my dear. We need to talk," she said, gesturing toward Jack and Sam. "Would you please go up to the twin's room and wait there for me to come and get you?" Cassie threw her a questioning look, but obeyed.

As she headed up the small flight of stairs, Janet turned to Jack. "Colonel, I'm here as your friend and as your CMO. It's obvious that things are not right between the two of you. Now, if it were just a personal matter, I'd stay out of it. But since this seems to relate back to events that occurred while on off-world missions; that makes it my business. Sir, forgive me if I'm blunt, but Sam finally told me about the sexual problems the two of you are having…and I don't just mean your inability to get an erection the other night, I mean the nightmares you are both having."

Jack's head shot up and he looked at Sam with surprise, "You're having nightmares? You never told me!"

"Jack, you were having enough problems dealing with you own dreams; you didn't need the added burden of mine."

He caressed her cheek, "Still…I wish I had known."

Janet interrupted, "Well, Colonel…that's what I'm here about. You two are so busy trying to protect each other that you aren't talking out the problems. God knows, that neither of you have ever been over adept in dealing with your feelings anyway, but I'm going to see to it that everything comes out in the open. You two need each other and there is enough love between you to overcome anything. So…this will be short and blunt."

Sam looked up at Jack, afraid that he might be upset at what she had revealed to Janet.

"Colonel, Sam tells me you are still having nightmares, but instead of letting her comfort you with sex, as you have always done in the past, you now shut her out. What's different now that you can't let her help you?" Janet stared at him with a very serious expression; then added, "And before you give me…us… one of your patented Jack O'Neill wise-ass answers, you should know, that if I am not satisfied, I will refer both of you to Dr. MacKenzie."

Jack considered his answer for a moment. "Doc…I don't …"

"Colonel, I know that you have never been able to talk to anyone about what happened to you while you were a prisoner of Ba'al—no one except Sam, that is. And if you want to keep that private, I understand. So don't explain what's happening to me…explain to Sam. Sit down on the couch look at her and tell her!"

He sat down and took Sam's hand, "Sam…I…I'm sorry, Sam, but I keep seeing you with Ba'al. I keep imagining him making love to you. Him in your body…in the places that are mine." He paused a moment; then seemed to find the courage to continue. "I'd be lying to you if I told you that it doesn't bother me, but…I can deal with that." He took a deep breath and glanced toward Janet.

"Colonel, I can go upstairs with Cassie, if you would like some privacy," she offered.

"No…it's okay, Doc. Please stay…I guess I need to quit hiding this away. Besides… anything but MacKenzie." He tried to make a joke, but it fell flat. Turning back to Sam, he continued, "Remember, I told you that when I dreamed of my torture as a prisoner of Ba'al, you always stepped up to intervene on my behalf. You saved me from the cold and the darkness. Now…when you step up…it's not you--it's Anat, and she mocks me. She's not there to redeem me…she's there to drag me deeper into the abyss. There is no sanctuary there, and I have no hope."

Sam stroked the backs of her fingers down his face, "Oh, Jack…it's okay. It's still me that's here with you. She's gone…Anat is gone. I'm here with you--now and forever."

Janet stepped closer to them. "Now, Sam…you tell him about your dreams."

She dropped her head and stared at the floor; then looked back into Jack's eyes. There she found strength. "It's Ba'al…I'm having sex with him. I think it's you…I feel you moving inside me. We're in the throes of passion and I open my eyes, only to find myself staring into his eyes—black, cold and heartless." She wrapped her arms around herself as a cold shiver shook through her body. "Sometimes we're kissing and our symbiotes are protruding from our mouths—locked in each other's grip." Suddenly, something dawned on Sam, "It's like what he said just before he infected me with the toxin. Remember, he was waiting for us in the Great Hall on Numitor, after Anat was removed from me. He spoke to you first. He told you, `When you touch her, think of me. For remember, I have touched her too. In all those private, intimate places that you thought were yours and yours alone— I have touched and tasted. She has screamed my name and shivered in ecstasy while my seed ran deep and hot inside her.' I now remember his words so clearly. My God…it's like he planted the thought in our minds. "

Sam took a deep breath and continued, "Then he turned to address me, saying, `When you sleep, dream of me. Touching you, possessing you...' I remember he stretched out his index finger and touched my temple. `I will always be right here…and right here,' Sam flinched recalling his hand between her legs. "Jack, you can't keep running from it, and I can't keep trying to protect you from my terror because I'm afraid it will upset you. I need you. I have cowered on the floor in the corner of the bedroom on more than one occasion and cried …I`ve called your name, but you don't come. It's like when Anat was in control of my body. I sat, a prisoner in the corner of my mind and watched what they did with my body. They had no right." She paused, the tears now streaming down her cheeks, and tried to regain enough composure to finish. "You weren't there for me. You weren't on that goa'uld ship to save me, but you are here. Jack, I needed you then…and I need you now. I'm scared…I feel violated…I can't deal with this alone." Tears ran down Jack's cheeks as he pulled her head to his chest and held her.

As they began to open up and speak to each other, Janet slipped upstairs and waved to Cassie to follow her. The two slipped quietly out of the house and left Sam and Jack to work things out. Janet felt assured that they had taken the steps necessary to begin to heal.

***

Jack moved to sit closer beside her on the couch. "I'm sorry I've hurt you." He said, tracing his fingers lightly up and down her arm.

A small smile touched Sam's face, "That's sweet, but it was just as much my fault as yours that this got out of hand. We both have to learn that being strong and keeping things bottled up inside is not what's always best for us."

"Point taken…I'll remember that," he said, staring very sincerely into her eyes. After a brief awkward moment he leaned forward and gently kissed her lips before continuing. "I know this doesn't resolve everything, but it gets us well on our way."

"Yes," Sam whispered as she moved her head closer seeking his lips again. The kiss was soft and tentative. He moved his hands to cup her face and her hand slid to the nape of his neck, as the kiss grew deeper. His tongue passed her lips and smoothed over hers; then slipped beneath it, encouraging it into action. She responded by pushing her tongue into his mouth and tangling it with his own; then she sucked his tongue back into her mouth. The kiss broke when neither could breathe any longer. As Jack gasped his lungs full of fresh air, he stood and pulled her to her feet, leading her toward the bedroom.

Once inside, he turned and kissed her again with the same tender care that he had shown just moments ago. Jack's lips smoothed over hers as he used the tip of his tongue to trace the line between her lips and open them so that his tongue could explore every inch of her sweet, hot mouth. Sam started to unbutton her shirt, but he reached up to still her hands with his.

"No, please. Let me do it. Just relax tonight…I want to do this." He smiled as he lowered her hands to his chest and leaned forward to kiss her lightly again; then he moved her hands to hang at her sides. His fingers moved to the buttons on her blouse. One by one he undid them, pausing each time to kiss and lick the newly exposed flesh beneath. When he had finished the last one, he pulled her closer and brought his lips to the side of her neck. Sam's knees almost buckled when he found and sucked on the sensitive spot below her ear. The low chuckle that escaped his lips as he comprehended what he was doing to her, sent a shiver of anticipation through her body and brought goose bumps popping to the surface of her skin as her entire being tingled. Jack kissed a path to the lace of her bra; then he ran his tongue along the edge of the fabric and deep into her cleavage. He slid the shirt off one of Sam's shoulders; exposing it so he could kiss and nip a path from her breast, back to her bra strap and up. Then he gave the other shoulder the same attention, finally drawing the blouse off her arms and tossing it aside.

Sam dropped her head back and let her weight fall against him. "Oh my god," she moaned as he reached the same sensitive area below her other ear.

Jack reached behind her to undo her bra clasp; then, stepped back to marvel at her breasts as the lace fell away from them. Discarding the bra, he reached out to cup them in his hands. He smoothed his palms across her nipples and felt them harden at his touch.

Sam was beginning to find it difficult to be a passive bystander, but at the same time…this was soooo erotic. A blush was rising to stain her neck and upper chest as he continued to slowly remove her clothes. A sudden gush of warmth in her crotch further confirmed the impact this was having on her and made her giggle.

Jack looked up at her and raised an eyebrow, "What?"

"You are really turning me on. My panties just got wet. God…it's almost embarrassing to get this wet for someone." She confessed.

A smile of satisfaction spread across his face. "I consider it a compliment." He reached for the waistband of her jeans and knelt in front of her as he undid the button. He kissed her navel and lathed his tongue through it. Then his fingers nimbly slid the zipper open. Jack paused and lifted her right foot; then her left, sliding the clogs from her feet. Reaching back up he hooked his fingers in her jeans and pulled them down her legs. Sam placed a hand on his shoulder to steady herself while she stepped out of them. Jack stayed on his knees, admiring her. He nuzzled his nose into the silky fabric of the panties over her hair-covered mound. He inhaled deeply, "You smell wonderful."

Sam was ready to be rid of the last remnants of her clothing. Instead, Jack reached his hands up to her waist and caressed behind her and over her buttocks, sliding his hands around to the outside of her thighs as he traced delicate patterns with his finger tips. When he reached her ankles, he began a new path back upwards on the inner side of her legs. Sam shifted slightly, opening her legs, as he neared the apex of her thighs. He pushed the fabric of the panties into her wet folds and continued the caress with heavy pressure, traveling to the top and finally out of her folds and onto her lower abdomen. Sam was panting when he stopped and rose to his feet. "Are you going to take me, or am I going to have to jump you?" she asked.

Looking into her passion darkened eyes, he smiled, "Anything worth having, is worth waiting for. Patience, my dear." He reached for the waistband of her panties and slid them down her legs and over her feet; then, he stood at the foot of the bed and began to slowly remove his clothing.

Sam was transfixed. She couldn't take her eyes off of him. He slowly peeled his shirt over his head; then smoothed his hands down his chest, pausing a moment to rub his fingers through his chest hair, before moving down to his belt. He opened the belt and fly, and turning his back to her, he slid the jeans over his hips, leaning forward with his ass stuck out toward her, as he removed his feet from the pant legs. Jack turned back to face her. Her eyes were glued to the front of his Jockey briefs. They were tented and tight, his erection straining against the fabric. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband and pushed them down over his hips, allowing his burgeoning erection to bounce free.

Sam sucked in her breath and squirmed where she stood. She could be still no longer. As she reached for him, he stepped back. "Uh…uh… please, let me do this for you." She smiled and nodded in agreement, dropping her hands back to her sides.

Jack moved behind her, she could feel the warmth of his body as he passed her—smell the odor that was uniquely Jack O'Neill. He rested his hands on her shoulders and leaned to nuzzle the back of her neck, making goose bumps appear once again. She arched her back when his hot lips made contact with the back of her neck. Jack smoothed his hands over her shoulders, caressing a path back and forth from shoulder to elbow. He touched her with such caring and respect. Then he moved his fingers on down her arms and intertwined their fingers as he stepped up close behind her, his chest rubbing her shoulder blades and his hard cock pressed into the small of her back. He wrapped his arms around her, still holding her hands, and trailed his mouth down her neck and shoulder, while slowly rocking his pelvis against her. He chuckled when a soft gasp escaped her lips.

Still behind her, Jack's hands moved to rest on her hips, as he returned to kissing the back of her neck. Sam cried out, "Oh…god… Jack…" when he ran his hot, wet tongue from the base of her neck to the small of her back. He wrapped his arms around her hips, slipping one hand briefly between her thighs and lightly grazing the moist folds; then he turned her to face him. He pressed his head into her lower belly, and as he rose to his feet, he licked a glistening trail from the top of her wet folds to her face; stopping only when he reached her lips to take them in a demanding kiss.

When the kiss broke, Sam grasped his face in both hands, "Please Jack, I want you, now." He grinned and pushed her back onto the bed. Sam edged her way to center of the bed and waited anxiously.

Jack parted her legs as he crawled onto the bed, his throbbing erection rubbing painfully against the covers. He lay with his face above her hot core and looked up, giving her a devilish smile, before opening her folds with his fingers and running his tongue around the edges of her inner slit. Sam bucked, throwing herself into his face, and he seized the opportunity to bury his face and begin hungrily devouring her.

Sam thrashed about, unable to deal with the overload of sensation. "Holy shit…Jack…oh my god…oh god! Jack…" she continued endlessly. He spread her wide with his fingers and sucked her as dry as was possible, considering the endless flood of juices she was pouring from her body in response to his stimulation. He pressed an arm across her hips to hold her down, as he thrust two fingers into her and clamped his lips over her clitoris. Sam screamed, struggling to withdraw from the overwhelming assault, but he held her firm. Suddenly, she was silent. Her hands left his hair, grabbing at the covers of the bed as she arched high off the mattress. Finally, she collapsed breathless.

Jack raised his head and smiled at her, "Well…worth the wait, wasn't it?"

Sam lifted her head, only to drop back to the pillow. "Sorry…can't… can't talk…now…gotta breathe…need to…breathe."

Jack pulled himself up to sit on his knees between her open thighs. He waggled his eyebrows. "There's more, but you tell me when you're ready. I don't want you to pass out and miss it."

Spurred on by his promise, Sam lifted herself onto her elbows and reached down to caress his hard cock. He flinched at her touch. He didn't think it had ever been this engorged. She smiled back at him and licked her lips. "I'm ready. Bring it on, flyboy."

Jack pushed her back down and took her legs, lifting them so an ankle rested on each of his shoulders. He pressed her legs back so that her knees were almost resting on her own shoulders, as he supported himself with a hand on either side of her, and positioned himself to enter her. Sam reached down and grasped his penis, guiding it to her opening. Slowly he moved forward.

Jack groaned as he breached her hot, wet opening. Hearing Sam groan too and suck in her breath, he paused. Staring into her face, he questioned silently, and she responded, "I'm fine Jack. I've just waited so long for this."

"Sam, I'm not gonna last very long. All our play has just about done me in…I don't know how long I can hold it. I'm sorry."

"Then, don't hold it, Jack. Let it go. It's going to be a long night. You can make it up to me later. Several times," she added with an evil grin. "I don't intend to get out of this bed until I have been thoroughly fucked—good and proper."

At the word `fuck' he jerked and thrust forward. Sam laughed. "Go for it!" And he did. He settled his weight onto her hips, sinking his length to the hilt, and then began forcefully rocking against her. Sam was being swept away again…the sensations…it had never been like this before. She squirmed toward the head of the bed and he went with her. She kept squirming, trying to lower her level of stimulation to a tolerable point. Finally, against the headboard, she could retreat no further. She looked into Jack's dark eyes and found him staring back into hers. Suddenly, she didn't want to run from the tidal wave anymore. She smiled up at him and caressed his face. "Jack," she whispered in broken gasps, "come with me." With that she was engulfed in the irresistible lure of orgasm, she felt her muscle begin to spasm around his pounding cock, and tendrils of ecstasy flow out through her entire body. She shuddered and clamped down hard on his length. Jack's face contorted. He thrust once…twice more and screamed out her name as he came, flooding her welcoming body with his hot seed.

After a moment she slid her legs from his shoulders and he collapsed on top of her. She could feel his twitching penis, still buried deep inside her as he slowly lost his erection. She kissed the top of his head where he lay on her breast. He mumbled, "I love you."

She stroked his hair. "Jack…there was never any doubt about that. I love you too…now and forever." She quickly drifted off to sleep, exhausted by their lovemaking.

***

Sam lay dreaming of Jack's body pressed beside hers, his fingers circled her nipples and she felt them harden in response. Lightly, the hand caressed…her breasts, her abdomen; traveling to the soft skin of her lower belly, as he awakened a need deep within her. The hand slipped lower, trailing a finger through her already moist folds and lightly grazing over her clit in its path downward. A single finger dipped deeper into her folds--to her steaming opening, but did not penetrate her. Spreading her slightly, he dipped it inside just enough to pick up moisture, and then moved back to her clit…ever so lightly touching, circling and teasing it to arousal. Sam began to move her hips against the talented hand—wanting it and so much more to fill the empty void that was growing inside her. Large warm hands slid across her shoulders and the weight of a body settled on top of hers. Rough hands smoothed over her ribs, hips and outer thighs. She felt a pulsing, hard cock pressed against her belly, as her thighs were spread and her knees lifted. Slowly, the hard length was pressed into her waiting body. She shuddered at the wonderful sensation as the broad head opened her inner channel. A stronger quake coursed through her, as he began to thrust slowly, deeply into her. Jack was hers again. She felt lips touch hers in the darkness…hungry, wanton lips. Mouths opened and tongues entwined.

Suddenly, Sam began to struggle, her mind was screaming…"No…not again!" She kept her eyes clamped tightly shut, refusing to open them; knowing that if she looked into the face of her lover, she would see Ba'al. She struggled, trying to throw him off—trying to find another way of escaping this dream without opening her eyes and confronting the goa'uld. He stopped thrusting and began stroking her cheek with such gentleness; she couldn't believe this was Ba'al. She heard him call her name, the tone of the voice somehow immediately calming and reassuring her. Forcing herself to open her eyes, Sam was met by eyes of dark mahogany—not black…but brown. These were Jack's eyes, full of alarm and concern for her distress.

"Oh shit, Sam. I'm so sorry, babe. You've always liked for me to wake you up like this. You are so sexy in your sleep—the sounds you make. God…I should have thought about what might happen. I'm sorry, I'll get off you."

It took only a few seconds for Sam to comprehend the reality of the situation. As Jack started to withdraw his hard cock from her body, she threw her legs around his waist and held him tightly to her, thrusting up forcefully with her pelvis. "Jack, If you stop now…I'm gonna have to hurt you," she said with an evil grin, as she continued to rhythmically slide herself back and forth on his length.

He growled and grinned; then resumed the deep penetrating strokes, as he leaned forward to kiss her with an open mouth. She hesitated for a fraction of a second; then met his tongue with hers, they tangled and caressed, before lips made contact. All thoughts of Ba'al were purged from her mind, as this wonderful man—the man she loved so much, slowly reforged their two souls into one, working his metal in her molten furnace. She clung tightly to him as she felt the burn growing in her belly. She needed this; she had needed him here—inside her, to help her heal. Tiny whimpers began to slide uncontrolled from her mouth and into Jack's. Hearing them, he knew she was close. He adjusted the angle of her hips; and slipped his hands beneath her back, reaching around to grasp her shoulders and give himself greater leverage; then he began fast, short strokes, sliding up her body each time he withdrew to increase the rub of his cock against her clit.

"Harder, Jack," she growled at him. She grasped her knees pulling them back and wider apart, giving him more room. His next thrust touched her cervix and she sucked in her breath and clamped down her inner muscles around him. Jack jerked and groaned as her actions intensified the friction. She was so wet, that he could still slide smoothly, but she was so tight--it was almost like a vacuum held him… as if he was trapped in the gravity well of a black hole. She was forcing him to pump harder into her body. The sensation was agonizingly delightful for both of them. Her breath was now coming in irregular gasps. "Oh…oh…oh…ah…oh…yes…yes…YES!" He felt her arch and lock her ankles behind his back, pulling him tight against her, as she ground her clit against his pubic bone and exploded around him. Jack could feel the force of her contractions as her juices shot out of her body and onto him. He drove deep, and the rotation of her hips added to the spasmodic massage of her inner muscles brought him with her. "Oh…Jesus, Sam…" he yelled into her ear as orgasm tore through his body. She kissed his face and neck gently as he shook against her body. His hot seed pumped into her, the feeling prolonging her orgasm, as their juices mingled and flowed from her body.

Several minutes later, Jack slid off to lie beside her. She raised her head and looked at the clock—they had only been asleep three hours before waking for round two. Sam snuggled into his chest and began tracing her fingers over his chest, playing with his chest hairs. "Jack, can we talk about something serious for a minute?"

"Sure, what's on your mind?" he asked as he scooted back and rolled to his side to face her.

"Jack, I want to resign my commission and retire from the Air Force. I can't keep going off-world into combat situations. I…we have two responsibilities right here. I want them to know their parents." She nestled her head back against his body. "And, we are in violation of regs. Either or both of us could find ourselves in a court martial if someone outside the SGC found out and wanted to push it. I'm concerned about General Hammond getting caught in this mess and losing his retirement, too. He has really gone out on a limb for us because he thought we deserved to be happy. Everyone thinks I got pregnant while off-world, but sooner or later the truth is going to leak out, and we'll all be in deep shit when it does."

She could tell by the expression on his face that he was mulling it all over in his head. "Can you be happy away from the SGC? "

"Well, actually…I'd like to stay on in the lab as a civilian scientist." She paused briefly; then continued. "You know, it's funny, I had always fantasized that someday you and I would get together and move to the alpha site…or some little site of our own— where we could do our best to populate the planet ourselves," she added with a giggle as she played with his limp penis.

"But, if our children are the future of our race, that probably means we need to keep them on this planet…so, no off-world home," Jack added. "Sam, that's fine with me. I really don't want you putting yourself in danger anymore. I couldn't bear to lose you. The twins need you, and I need you. This thing with Ba'al…you don't know how crazy it made me when we couldn't find you. In fact…"

Sam cut him off, "Jack, I want you to think about something else for me—for our family. Please consider retiring. I want the kids to have both of their parents. I don't know if I can do this without you. I don't want to live in fear that you aren't going to come home one day." She looked at him with tears pooled in her eyes. "I love you and I need you, more than you'll ever know."

He leaned in and kissed her, "Sam, if you had let me finish…I was just about to say that I thought it was time for me to retire again, too. If I can get a consultant job with the SGC, I will…if not, I guess I can be a househusband and nanny. I mean…8 or 10 kids will need a lot of supervision."

"Jack O'Neill…10 kids, what do you think I am?" She jerked on his penis.

"I think you are a sexy woman, a damn good soldier—the best 2IC I've ever had, and one of the smartest people I've ever met. But more importantly, you are a wonderful mother to our children. And…after all, we have a responsibility to the future of our race!" he said, grinning and lifting his eyebrows as his penis began to stir. "If you don't quit playing with that…you're gonna have to deal with it again right now," he warned with a waggle of his eyebrows.

"God…you're insatiable!" She laughed, not stopping her strokes.

"Look who's talking? For cryin out loud…you started it this time. Remember, I'm an old man…I'm not supposed to be able to do this again so soon…I'm retirement age." He joked.

Sam mirrored his grin and kissed him gently. "Okay, we both retire and work as civilian consultants—if they will have us. And the details of propagating a new race we can discuss later."

He reached out, taking her hand to shake it, "Agreed. Right now, I need some sleep." He looked down at his growing erection…"Er…if the big guy will let me sleep."

Sam put her head on his chest and he wrapped her in his arms. She moved her lips to his nipples and began to tease one with her tongue. "The big guy and I have other plans, flyboy." Sam flipped him onto his back and moved to sit straddling him. She took his hands in hers and held them on her lower abdomen. "Jack, one more thing. We both drag a lot of baggage around with us...a ready and ample source for nightmares, if we let them get out of control. Dreams can be a terrifying and isolating experience…we both know that all to well. They can rip us apart if we let them, but that's only the bad dreams… and they come from our past. What's past is just that—past. We're moving on in a whole new direction now. Jack…a life with you was my dream, having your children was my dream…and now, I have all that. And I still want so much more for us." She lifted his hands and kissed them. Then she raised herself and sank onto his hard cock. As she began to gently rock with her hands resting on his chest, she spoke again. "For me…I'm looking forward to the future…remember what Cassie said to us so many years ago when we were trying to get home from 1969? `Your journey is just beginning…' I'm excited by the prospects…and about what dreams may come. I love you Jack O'Neill, and no regulation, government agency, or alien entity is ever going to change that."

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Note: This was intended to be the finally installment of the movie series, but I just can't seem to turn loose of it yet. A seventh installment, "Men in Black", has been started, but recent series eps (Chimera in particular) have made it difficult for me to write S&J ship. Progress is slow, but I'm trying. So be patient. Malinne