Part Five

0530 hours. "Hey, Carter...rise and shine. Ya think we're on vacation or somethin'?" The Colonel's voice accompanied the loud knock Carter was hearing on her door. "Come on Carter, there's four conventions in this Hotel. You think there will be any Fruit Loops left if we wait much longer?"

Sam opened her door. " I thought you had sworn off Fruit Loops sir?" She stood wrapped in the plush robe provided by the hotel. Her hair was still damp from her morning shower.

"Yeah, I did...figured it was time to be daring again. Nice look for you Carter. I thought we could check out some of the local sites since we have some time to kill." Jack was leaning casually against the doorframe, dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, hands deep in his pockets, leather jacket draped over his wrist. "I'll meet you down in the restaurant, fifteen minutes enough time?"

"Yes sir, I can be ready by then. Save me some 'Loops'." Sam started to close the door. She stopped as she heard the Colonel quietly answer.

"Oh, I wouldn't worry about that, I'll always save a 'Loop' for you." There was that smile again. Jack O'Neill turned toward the elevator and waved. "See you downstairs, Carter." The Major renewed her vow to someday find out what had been behind that smile of his. She didn't waste any time getting dressed.

After breakfast, in which by common consent not a single Fruit Loop had been invited, O'Neill and Carter wandered out of the hotel and down to the nearby RiverWalk.

Temperatures were a little on the cool side, making Sam grateful she had brought her own jacket along. The Chattahoochee River divided the city of Columbus in half. It had been the focal point of the original town. With the historical district dating back to the seventeen hundreds, there was plenty to see for any convention attendee, or history buff.

They watched and listened as the city woke up welcoming its inhabitants into another day.

"So...Carter, how much did Fraiser tell you."

"About what sir?"

"Come on Carter. Obviously Hammond or Fraiser filled you in on this assignment." Jack had stopped walking and turned to look at his second in command, and friend.

Sam's eyes went wide and she shrugged her shoulders. "Actually sir, they didn't tell me much at all, other than Janet going over some PTSS symptoms. "

"PTSS?"

"Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome."

"Oh...yeah...that. Does that explain why you were camped in front of my hotel room past midnight last night?" The rising sun urged Jack to slip on his ever-present shades.

"You knew?"

"Yeah, Carter I knew. You could use a little 'stealth' practice."

"Yes, sir. I was...concerned...sir."

"Why?"

"Janet said one of the classic PTSS symptoms is change in routine, or personality. You seemed a little nervous when we reported to Benning. And you are usually happy to have someone watch a hockey game with you...sir." Carter saw the warmth leave the Colonel's face to be replaced by a mask, unreadable.

"I hadn't realized I had become so predictable." Jack uttered in a low tone full of sarcasm.

"No, sir. It is not so much your predictability as it is your reliability. I'm concerned about anything that might upset that, sir."

Jack started walking again. Sam fell in step. "Carter, I'm going to make a prediction...you can rely on something in the next twenty four hours 'upsetting' me."

"Colonel, does this assignment have anything to do with the nine days in Iran you told me about?" Carter remembered their conversation while setting the colonel's broken leg four years ago.

"No, Carter. This has to do with the four months I was a POW in an Iraqi prison...and the available entertainment." He kicked an unsuspecting pebble fifty feet down the path.

"Entertainment, sir?"

"Yeah...one hundred and one ways to make Major O'Neill scream. ' Course...they were looking for a little more than four letter words being divulged... but hey, whatta ya gonna do." Jack involuntarily shuddered remembering in detail some of the worst moments of Iraqi hospitality.

Carter had not missed the physical reaction her CO experienced while explaining the purpose of his visit to Fort Benning. 'Wow, what kind of reaction is he going to have after a bunch of green Rangers start grilling him about his confinement.' Any further thought on the subject was interrupted by Carter's phone ringing. O'Neill stopped again, the hairs on the back of his neck rising with escalating tension.

"Hello, Major Carter here. Yes...yes, I will tell him. Thank you Specialist Wagner." Sam's gaze had locked with Jack's the minute the phone had rung. "Sir, General Owens returned from Washington late last night. He would like you to report for a briefing at 0900. He has bumped your Q&A ahead twenty four hours."

"Ah, for crying out loud..."

Dressed once more in Class A's O'Neill and Carter drove back toward Fort Benning. "You know what Carter?" Jack's voice was quiet and almost distant.

"What, sir?"

"I'd rather be 'chutin' into Afghanistan, than face this Q&A."

"Yes sir, I know. If there is anything I can do to help, please don't hesitate sir." Her hands tightened slightly on the steering wheel.

Jack turned his head to look at Sam's profile. "Just send me one of those killer smiles of yours' now and then, ok?"

Sam Carter blushed but kept her eyes on the road. "I think I can handle that, sir."

"Thanks."

"Yes, sir."

The rest of the twenty-minute drive to Fort Benning was traveled in silence. At the front gate, the guard was expecting them and, after verifying their I.D., admitted them onto the post. Major Carter pulled up to Command Headquarters and parked the blue T-Bird next to a line of non-descript green sedans. "Try to remember where we parked Major." O'Neill uttered with a discrete wink in Carter's direction.

"Yes, sir." Carter smiled at her CO's humor. It was a good sign. He was doing ok.

After meeting briefly with General Owens, O'Neill was introduced to the Command Sergeant Major in charge of the new Ranger trainees. "CSM Gibbons at your service, sir. It is an honor to meet you Colonel O'Neill."

O'Neill returned the salute, and accepted the compliment. "Thank you Sergeant Major. I'm not sure why I'm here though. I doubt an old 'Flyboy' can pass on anything worthwhile to a fresh batch of Army Rangers."

"You might be surprised Colonel."

"Really?"

Carter bit her lip at the amount of sarcasm that could drip off one of her CO's 'really's'. It was so subtle, yet to the trained ear, so scathing.

"Uhh, this is Major Carter, my second." O'Neill was suppressing a grin of his own.

"Yes, ma'am, nice to meet you ma'am. Colonel if we could proceed sir, I have the first squad waiting to meet you, sir."

"You do mean the First Squad, not the...first...squad, don't you Sergeant Major?" O'Neill looked hopefully in the sergeant's direction.

"Sir?"

"Exactly how many Q&A meet and greets am I in for Gibbons?"

"We currently have twelve squads in training, sir. General Owens felt it would be more beneficial to the men if each squad had some personal time with you, sir."

"Now...you see...there's where the General and I don't exactly see eye to eye. In fact...we could not possibly disagree more." Jack could feel himself begin to panic, ‘I'm not sure I can go through with this once and they want me to throw myself to the wolves twelve separate times! Carter, look at Carter...' He turned to his Major to find her ready with a smile, anticipating his need. 'Yep, she's good.' With a deep breath, Jack once more turned to the Sergeant Major. "Tell you what Sergeant...I would prefer to meet with no less than four squads at a time. I certainly don't want to monopolize all your training time. They need to learn to avoid capture not how to survive it. Who knows...I might learn something from you."

Sam's smile grew as she discovered that perhaps her CO was not a washout when it came to diplomacy after all. She heard the Sergeant Major agreeing with him and saw the look of utter relief; briefly visit his face.

It took less than thirty minutes to make arrangements for squads one through four to meet in the Strategic Command Hall, including the time it took to convince the four star in charge of this 'dog and pony show', as General Hammond so affectionately called it, to agree with the outline O'Neill had in mind.

The Strategic Command Hall was just what its name implied, it was the large lecture hall, with in which command leaders from all levels were briefed on, and discussed, strategic options. It was designed similarly to a college lecture hall, with rows of seats gradually elevating to the back of the hall. In the front of the room, a small, raised, platform held a lectern and microphone. Behind the speaker, there was access to a white board and screens for overhead projectors. Colonel O'Neill assured the Sergeant Major that he would not be in need of the additional equipment. Two microphones would suffice, one for him self and one for the 'audience' to use.

Major Carter found a seat in the front row, off to the Colonel's right. She watched as he conferred with a young Corporal who was adjusting a portable lapel 'mike' for his use, making certain it was working and fitting snuggly on his belt. Making mental notes on his demeanor, she found him to be in complete control. His breathing was even, not too fast, his facial expressions seemed relaxed...suddenly he looked up to find her staring at him. "What's up Carter? Have I got a tree growing out of my head?" His remark caught her off guard.

"No, sir. Everything looks pretty normal from here, sir." She accentuated the 'normal', with a smile, hoping he would understand the support and encouragement she was giving him.

"Thanks, Carter." He nodded back to her. Yeah he understood...more importantly...he appreciated it too.

Sergeant Major Gibbons escorted the Air Force Colonel and Major to an anteroom, just off to the left of the platform. He then signaled the Corporal to open the doors. Each squad filed in and was seated in quiet efficient order. There was room for another dozen people and since word of Colonel Jack O'Neill's arrival had spread through out the Post, there was no trouble filling the extra seats. In the anteroom, the guest of honor was finding it difficult to stand still.

"Sir?" Sam had come to stand, rather, pace beside him. By the look on his face, he was far away from Fort Benning. He had not heard her.

"Sir." She spoke again, her voice firmer this time.

"Hmm...?" O'Neill looked at her sharply, as if he did not recognize her. Then his face lightened. "Carter?"

"Sir, I just wanted to say I think you are doing your country a great service...again. I wanted to thank you for your example of leadership and courage, sir." They had both stopped pacing. Jack gazed on the face before him. He started to reach out toward her soft cheek...stopping himself and dropping his hand back to his side he muttered; "Damn regs."

"Yes sir." Carter suddenly blushed and stepped back two paces.

"Uhh...sorry Major, I guess my mind was elsewhere. Wait...that's not what I meant." Colonel Jonathan O'Neill, war hero, decorated veteran of more than one military conflict, special ops, black ops, traveler to unknown worlds, defender of the galaxy...survivor... was suddenly finding it hard to utter a single phrase.

Carter raised her eyebrows and slowly nodded her head. "Uhh, huh. That's what they all say." She was trying to break the tension that had enveloped her CO, and friend. She started to giggle. It worked every time.

"Major, if I've told you once...No giggling." There it was, the relaxed smile and confident glare. That's what she was trying to help him find. He realized what she had done as he saw her own smile broaden. He watched her another few seconds before thanking her. "Major Carter, I appreciate knowing I have the best second in command anyone could ever hope for."

"Yes, sir."

The door to the anteroom opened, Corporal Wilson approached the Colonel to turn on his 'mike'. O'Neill and Carter shared a sudden, brief look of horror as each realized they had forgotten about the microphone. They mentally replayed their conversation hoping that nothing had passed between them that could have been misconstrued if accidentally overheard. Jack shook his head slightly to reassure the Major that everything was ok.

Through the open door, O'Neill surveyed the packed hall; he wondered if he had done the right thing. Maybe smaller groups would have been better? He conceded it was too late now, as he heard the room being called to attention. "ATTENNN...HUTT!" There was a deafening sound as dozens of pairs of Army issue boots hit the wood floor. General Owens had entered the hall.

"Colonel O'Neill, right this way sir." Wilson directed Jack, to a chair near the lectern. He saluted the General and then took the offered hand in a firm shake. Carter made her way to the front row where her chosen seat was waiting. She made eye contact with her CO, nodding briefly.

General Owens addressed the troops. "At ease gentlemen, ladies. I am glad you could all join us today. As part of your Ranger training you have been required to read some rather detailed, and possibly disturbing reports concerning POW confinement. It is a part of war; there is no getting around that fact. What you do need to know and be prepared for is the type of treatment you might expect to receive. We are at war with religious fanatics. So far removed from the mainstream Muslim that it is a religion all its own. Terrorism is a way of life for these people. Do not expect them to abide by the Geneva Convention. Do not expect them to honor the Red Cross, or any other affiliate that wishes to know the status of prisoners, especially U.S. prisoners."

As Jack listened to the General speak to these young recruits, he watched their faces. Some of them had sense enough to be...concerned, possibly even scared. Others appeared to be unaffected by the General's remarks. One Ranger in particular locked eyes with O'Neill and sneered as if assessing Jack as a weak link in his units command. 'Macho man, you'll never make it.' Jack thought as he returned the gaze evenly. The Ranger finally looked away unable to hold the look from the dark piercing eyes any longer.

The General continued. "There was a particularly vivid report that was required reading, the POW debrief of a Major O'Neill USAF Special Forces. Captured in '91, during a classified Black Ops mission, by the Iraqis. O'Neill's unit was ambushed and decimated. The only ones that got out alive were his commanding officer and three other members of their elite unit. As you will recall, from your study of this report, Major O'Neill was presumed dead, and due to the firefight the remainder of his unit had engaged, was left behind. The enemy found him alive, which is why...Rangers...do not leave anyone behind." There was a pause, followed by a resounding "SIR, YES, SIR!" The General, pleased with the response he received, continued. "The Major was shown Iraqi hospitality. He survived his four months of 'Hell' and is here with us today to answer any questions you may have. It is my honor to introduce 'Colonel' Jack O'Neill USAF."

There was a sudden round of applause as the Rangers once more rose to their feet. Jack had been playing with his cap the entire time the General was addressing the troops; he now stood and tucked the cap under his left arm. It only took four strides to reach the lectern. Jack nodded silently as he once more took the General's offered hand. The older man leaned forward and placed his other hand on Jack's shoulder. "Thank you again Colonel." "Yes, sir." Jack uttered quietly. Releasing Jack's hand, the General walked to his seat, sat down, and listened to what he hoped would be, words of wisdom, to his Ranger recruits.

As Jack reached for the edge of the lectern he looked in Carter's direction, she was also standing and applauding her CO. She smiled encouragingly for him. He took a deep breath then began. "Thank you. Please ...be seated." The applause gradually ended as the soldiers before him began finding their seats once more. "I'm not sure exactly what the General here has in mind...so...I guess we will all just play it by ear. With all due respect, General, the Air Force does not make a habit of leaving personnel behind. If memory serves correctly, the firefight was extremely intense, making it impossible for my CO to retrieve bodies. The remaining members of the unit would have been put at an unacceptable risk." Jack turned in the General's direction to see him bow his head slightly, acknowledging Jack's comment. As Jack faced the audience again, he saw a hand go up. Tentatively, he pointed in the soldier's direction. "Yes, you have a question Corporal...?"

The young man stood and accepted the microphone being handed him by Corporal Wilson. "Corporal Adams, sir, yes sir. I was wondering sir, how long after being left for dead did the enemy discover you were still alive?"

"Not long, unfortunately, though after the locals were done expressing their opinion of my presence, I lost consciousness. Must not have been out too long or I would have joined my buddies on the bon fire."

"The 'bon fire', sir?" The question came from the same source.

"Yeah...it was confirmed after Desert Storm that the bodies of the fallen had been burned...I imagine the Iraqis had quite a party." The Corporal thanked O'Neill for answering his question then took his seat.

Another hand went up on the opposite side of the room. "Colonel O'Neill, what was the worst moment, during your confinement?"

O'Neill looked upon the Sergeant who had asked such a personal question. His gaze narrowed, as if he were trying to recall the answer. "Sergeant, I'd rather not answer that question. It is something I try not to dwell on."

"Yes, sir, I understand sir."

"Oh...I don't think you do...and...I sincerely hope you never have to." O'Neill had a strange half smile on his face. He glanced at Carter to find her quietly contemplating his answer. She remembered how he had clung to her after tossing Hathor into the cryogenic bath, repeating over, and over, "It's me, it's me." She tried to imagine how anything could be worse than being taken as a host. She looked up to see O'Neill watching her, needing to see her smile. She hesitated, then, gave him a discrete smile. He held her gaze for another heartbeat then visibly relaxed.

As Jack watched his second in command, he tried to dismiss unwanted memories. 'Come on Carter, I need something else to concentrate on.' There it was, 'thanks Carter.' As he focused on her smile, he began to relax and breathe easier. He noticed the room had become deathly still and quiet. Suddenly her smile was gone. Replaced by a look of anguish and pity?

He realized she was looking over his shoulder toward the back wall. He turned to follow her gaze. There projected on the screen was a, twice than life size, photo of a beaten and battered man. The man was unrecognizable, with the right eye swollen shut, and the left cheek sunken where it should have protruded, the bone shattered. From his forehead to his waist a myriad of colors from deep purple, almost black, to bright red, yellows, greens and brown discolored the once healthy tanned skin. The photo was head and torso only, but anyone seeing it had no doubt...the abuse continued down to the toes of this unfortunate man.

Colonel O'Neill's knuckles turned white, gripping the edge of the lectern, as if his life depended on it. He turned to face the front again, then slowly turned to his left. His gaze leveled toward the superior officer who had started this nightmare for him.

Jack was brought back to the task at hand, as another question was directed toward him.

"Colonel O'Neill, sir. What are the red rectangular marks on your torso, sir?" Jack turned toward the voice; it was the Sergeant, who had challenged him earlier, with a sneer.

The Colonel's voice was quiet, level, and deadly. "Burn marks."

"What did they use to burn you?" The question came from the General.

"Jumper cables."

"Would you care to elaborate Colonel?"

"No."

"It may prove helpful if any here are..."

"Begging your pardon...SIR..." O'Neill turned to face the General. "...If anyone here finds themselves a captive of Bin Laden or the Taliban, I doubt they will need to worry about jumper cables!" O'Neill's voice had an edge to it that spoke strongly of insubordination. He turned to look at Carter. She was still staring at the photo.

The General stood and walked toward the lectern. He came close enough so only O'Neill could hear him. Then he motioned to Corporal Wilson to cut O'Neill's microphone. "This is not what I had in mind Colonel O'Neill. I did not ask you here to frighten my people."

"Sir, you are the one who wanted to play...'vacation photos'...NOT me." Jack's eyes did not leave his 2IC, he was fighting the urge to turn and deck the four star...not a good career move.

"O'Neill, you are so close to a charge of insubordination..."

Unable to resist, Jack slowly turned to face the General. "Yes, sir...and if it will get me out of the rest of this assignment...all the better!"

"Pull yourself together O'Neill, you are not done here yet." The general returned to his seat nodding toward Wilson. With his 'mike' live once more, Jack O'Neill turned back toward his audience. He stood tall and answered more questions. "Yes, they fed me garbage, literally."- "Yes...I ate it...starvation is a painful way to go, I was hoping for food poisoning." -"No I was not visited by the Red Cross, officially I was not even missing. Black Ops tends to work that way."

Carter was in awe at the obvious abuse her CO had endured. They had been through a lot together in the past four years, but nothing to equal what he had constantly experienced for those four long months. It certainly answered the question she and Daniel had often asked each other, 'How does Jack deal with pain so well?' His tolerance level had no choice but to try, and keep up with the torture. Sam's wandering thoughts were brought back to the hall as she heard the, so far, unasked question.

"Colonel O'Neill, sir. How did you survive?" The question was posed by one of the older recruits.

"I was determined to see my family again. My wife, and four year old son." O'Neill turned once again to look at his 2IC. He was feeling drained and this was only the first group. He was not at all sure he would make it through three more sessions like this.

Carter was there for him, though she was looking a little drained herself. Her smile lacked the sparkle and confidence it had promised earlier. 'This better be worth it...' General Owens, announcing Q&A was over, interrupted Jack's thought. He placed his hand on Jack's shoulder and began to address the hall.

"I know I am speaking for everyone here when I say Thank you, Colonel O'Neill. You have served your country well. We are all honored to have met you and had the opportunity to speak with you. You are a true American hero, having endured what you did and not giving in to the enemy. Are there any last words you would like to leave with these men?"

Jack had been growing more, and more, uncomfortable as General Owens poured on the compliments. He never liked talking about his accomplishments...it was just part of the job. "Uhh...yes sir, thank you, sir."

Jack turned to address the Ranger contingency once more as General Owens returned to his seat. "In my current assignment...monitoring 'Deep Space Telemetry'...I have seen some pretty awe inspiring things, but nothing comes close to this world, and specifically this country, in which we all have the honor to live. I am no hero for having been captured. It is one of the risks of the job. I am no hero for not divulging information to the enemy. It is part of the job. I am no hero for surviving...it is the job. We all chose to serve our country as Special Forces in times of peace and war; unfortunately, we are at war...again. If anyone here doubts their ability to do their job one hundred percent...you should probably see about getting reassigned. There is no shame in not taking the higher risk, only in not doing the job."

Jack's gaze targeted a couple of Ranger trainees who had been looking, not only ill around the gills, but flat out scared the entire Q&A. "By the way, just because the job scares you... doesn't mean you're not willing to give it one hundred percent. A controlled dose of fear can go along way in keeping you alive."

Jack stood away from the lectern to signal General Owens that he was finished. As he did so, the entire room of Rangers, and one lone Air Force Major, rose to attention and saluted him. He was caught off guard as the General also rose and offered a salute. Colonel O'Neill squared his shoulders and returned the symbol of respect. 

As the Rangers filed out of the hall, Major Carter came to stand next to her CO. "Sir, I had no idea." Carter looked toward the photo still projected on the wall.

 O'Neill winced as he followed her gaze. "Yeah...do me a favor Carter...find Wilson and get that off the wall would you?"

"Yes, sir. Right away." Sam did not hesitate in locating Corporal Wilson and having him turn off the projector. The image of the battered POW faded, leaving a shadow on Jack O'Neill's face.

General Owens thoughtfully approached the aloof Colonel. "Colonel O'Neill, thank you again for being here today."

"Just following orders, sir." Jack smiled humorlessly, reminding the General he had not volunteered.

The comment was not lost on Owens. "Be that as it may, reading a report in black and white does not do justice to what you had to endure. Your dismissal of heroism is quite humbling."

"Sir." Jack waited for the General to continue.

"This appeared to be a bit stressful on you Colonel. Would you prefer we postpone the rest of the Q&As until tomorrow?"

"No sir, if it's all the same to you, I would rather get this over with. I think we could proceed without the visual aide though, don't you sir?" O'Neill nodded toward the now blank projection screen.

"Yes, Jack, I think we can." The General held out his hand, in the form of an apology, for having surprised O'Neill with the graphic photo taken shortly after his rescue. "I'll arrange for the next group to be seated. Let me know if you need a break along the way."

Jack looked at the hand extending toward him. Due to years of military training, rather than an admission of respect, he took the offered hand. "Yes sir, thank you, sir."

Carter watched the officer she had worked with for so many years. She knew there was a depth to this man that was beyond her comprehension. Today she had received a glimpse as to why. She absently wondered how deep and torrential his torment went.

The next three sessions of Q&As went a little smoother than the first. The questions did not vary much from group to group. There was one moment though, during the last group, that Carter thought Colonel O'Neill was close to losing his composure.

"Colonel O'Neill according to your report there was a young Iraqi boy named, Atta. He took care of you for a while, what happened to him sir? Were you able to stay in touch with him?"

O'Neill snapped his attention fully on the person asking the one question he never expected. He tried to recall if he had even mentioned the boy in his official report. 'They read my psych reports too. Atta was only in my nightmares, never my conscious report.'

There was hesitation and guilt in O'Neill's voice as he answered the question, (there was no point in making a scene here); "No...I wasn't able to stay in touch with the boy who helped me." An unwanted vision of dark sightless eyes quickly passed over him.

"Colonel, sir? You mentioned it was only thoughts of your wife and son that got you through this ordeal. They must have been very happy to have you back home. Did you find it difficult adjusting to freedom again?"

O'Neill took his time answering the question, trying to clear his head. He remembered the day he saw Sara, two weeks after his release, as she met him at the Army hospital in Landstuhl, Germany. His face was barely recognizable. His shattered cheekbone had not yet been reconstructed but the swelling that was his right eye had gone down considerably. His recuperation period, from the physical damage that had been done, was to last another six weeks before Sara would even let Charlie see him.

He remembered the first few nights in the hospital bed in Germany. The combination of relief in knowing he was safe and would no longer have to endure the whims of the Iraqis, and the schooled fear of every shadow that passed his door, wore him out quickly. The night terrors that consumed his first week of freedom would become constant companions over the next year.

Carter watched him closely. He seemed to be taking a long time responding to the question, he appeared...to be miles away.

"Colonel O'Neill...sir?" Her voice held the anchor he needed to secure himself to the present. His eyes focused on his second in command.

'How do I answer this question? My wife and I are divorced, my son is dead, and I still have an overly abundant respect for my car battery. Not what they want...or need...to hear. He began to clear his throat; surprised to find his voice answering the question instead, had his brain switched to automatic?

"My wife was a great support for me while I recuperated. My son..." O'Neill's voice wavered slightly, no one but Sam Carter noticed though, "...couldn't wait to play catch again." There was a pause as the Colonel regained his focus.

"Freedom...is what this business of 'war' is all about. Freedom...once you have lost your freedom you never forget how precious a commodity it truly is. The difficulty is not in adjusting to freedom...the difficulty comes when one must adjust to losing their freedom. That is your primary concern. Those with families know whom they can hang on to, and whom they cannot. If you do not have someone to hold on to, hold on to the freedoms you enjoy. Hold fast to the knowledge, that if you are captured, your team will not leave you behind. You may have to endure a short time of captivity...but you will never be forgotten. Never forget why you joined the Rangers. Return with Honor, no matter what you may be called upon to endure."

As O'Neill looked into the young determined faces before him, he knew there was a resolve among them to do what was needed to preserve the freedom of this great nation. There was nothing more to say. O'Neill took a step back from the lectern, squared his shoulders and saluted the contingent of Rangers before him. As one, they stood and returned the salute.

Part Six

After an obligatory lunch with General Owens, Colonel O'Neill and Major Carter were free to leave Fort Benning Military Reservation and head back toward The Columbus Hilton. Their transport back to Peterson AFB in Colorado Springs was due to leave at 1300 hours the next day. Unfortunately, the trip home would be...stand-by. AKA "Hurry up and wait."

As Carter stooped to unlock the driver's door of their rental, she felt her hand engulfed in that of her CO's. "I'll drive Carter... not that I haven't enjoyed being chauffeured around...I just want a turn driving this T-Bird. Any objections?" Jack's voice was flat, and lacked his normal sarcastic humor.

"No sir, of course not." Carter gave him a smile and realized it went unnoticed.

Slightly concerned by the tension emanating from the Colonel, Sam checked the speedometer shortly after they entered the state highway...Jack caught her attempt at monitoring his speed. "Relax Carter." His voice was firm and commanding.

"Yes, sir."

Jack did not utter a word the remainder of the twenty-minute ride back to the hotel. His gaze never left the road in front of him. He skillfully maneuvered the car through the crowded streets of downtown Columbus and arrived safely at their destination, where he handed over a generous tip as the valet took the keys from him.

Carter stepped toward her commanding officer. "There you go Carter, got you home safe and sound. Be sure to tell 'dad' and 'auntie Janet' we're still in one piece. If you will excuse me Major, I'm feeling a little tired...must be gettin' old."

Sam was left standing on the curb watching the Colonel stride toward the entrance to the hotel. He paused long enough to tip his cap and step aside, as the Doorman opened the door to a group of giggling female convention attendees.

Sam made her way to her room. She placed a call to the SGC, reporting to General Hammond and Doctor Fraiser, as the Colonel knew she would. Of course she would, it was part of her orders. Maintain contact at regular intervals; keep them apprised of the situation.

She stated for the record that in her opinion, Colonel Jack O'Neill handled the situation with control and decorum befitting his rank and station as Second in Command of the SGC and Commanding Officer of SG1. "Yes general, I do believe Colonel O'Neill presented himself in a professional manner...No, sir, I did not detect any disapproval from General Owens, he seemed satisfied with the Colonel's presentations." - "Yes, sir, the trainees were very interested, and from what I could tell, grateful for the time Colonel O'Neill gave them."

"Major Carter, thank you for your report. I believe Dr. Fraiser would like to speak with you." General Hammond then turned the conversation over to his CMO.

"Hi, Sam."

 "Janet, how was Cass' sleep over?"

"She had a great time, She is already begging for another one."

"Maybe in a couple of weeks she can have one at my place."

"I know she would love that Sam. I'm glad to hear the Colonel survived his Q&As as well as he did. There is still a chance of a PTSS episode, so don't be surprised if he isn't quite himself."

"Janet, I saw in detail some of what he went through. During the first Q&A, General Owens projected a picture of the Colonel right after his rescue...Janet; I don't know how he survived it. I wouldn't blame him for having a relapse. Is there anything I can do to help prevent it, or at least minimize the effects?"

"The best thing you can do is just be there to bring him back to the present. If he is left alone too long, he could think himself into believing he is still in Iraq. Try to distract him. When do you head back?"

"1300 hours tomorrow. We are taking a transport, could be a lot of  wait time ahead."

"Just do your best Sam. Be his friend, and try to not let him drown in a bar somewhere tonight ok?"

"I'll see what I can do. Thanks Janet, see you tomorrow."

Sam Carter paced around her hotel room for another thirty minutes. She had to come up with a good enough distraction to present to her CO. She knew him. The last thing he wanted right now was company...even if it was the best thing for him.

Sam wandered over to the desk in her room. As she opened the center drawer, she saw all the pamphlets advertising the events available in town. She skimmed through them. Tossing aside the ones that she was certain would hold no interest for him. She ended up with three possibilities. A small, hopeful smile lifted the corners of her mouth, as she quickly changed out of her Class A's and into a comfortable pair of jeans and a red crew neck pullover.

As she walked down the hall toward the Colonel's room, she crossed her fingers and hoped for the best. Arriving at his door, Sam knocked firmly but not too loudly. 'What if he's sleeping? He did say he was tired.' The last minute worry was quickly dispelled as the Colonel opened the door. He too had changed out of his Class A's into jeans and a t-shirt.

"Come in Carter." His tone remained flat, without emotion of any kind. Carter entered the room and closed the door behind her.

"Thank you, sir." She watched as the Colonel moved toward the window. "General Hammond and Janet asked me to say hi...so...HI."

The tall officer simply nodded his head and turned to the window. 'Whoa, not even a sarcastic comment about me calling them. I think I have a bad feeling about this.' Sam's concern grew by the minute as her CO just stood there...still...not even twiddling his thumbs.

"Sir, are you all right?" Major Carter was beginning to worry about her commanding officer. He was far too quiet for his normal boisterous self.

"Sure Carter, just... peachy." O'Neill's response was less than convincing. He continued to look absently out the window of his hotel room.

"Colonel, you do know that when ever you answer 'just peachy' it is a sure sign that things are not exactly all right." She hoped the small smile that accompanied her statement could be heard across the room, and give some relief to the tense shoulders of her CO.

"Really?" His answer was full of curiosity. He turned and raised an eyebrow in the direction of his 2IC. "And what makes you think that Carter?"

"Sir, I've spent practically everyday of the past four years with you. We have served side by side during some pretty harrowing experiences, and some very rewarding challenges. We have seen things that the best science fiction writers could not imagine. We have sat vigil by each other's bedside in the infirmary while one or the other of us has recovered from illness or injury. We have saved each other's lives more than once, or twice for that matter. We..."

"So, Carter, what's your point." Jack O' Neill turned again toward the window.

"My point is sir, I know you better than you think I do. And because of that I don't for one minute believe that everything is 'peachy'."

"Are you calling me a liar, Major?" There was an edge in O'Neill's voice, carrying the message 'This conversation is over.'

Sam Carter knew her CO and friend well enough to know when not to push. She listened to the unspoken message. " No, sir, of course not, sir."

"Good."

Carter looked at O'Neill's back and turned to leave. As she started to reach for the doorknob, she looked at him once more. "Sir, permission to speak freely?"

O'Neill shrugged his shoulders and answered. " Weren't you? ... Alright, granted."

"Thank you, sir. I was asked to accompany you here in order to be a support and deflect any adverse reaction you may be having due to the stress of this assignment. I can't help you sir if you aren't open and honest with me...or yourself."

Colonel O'Neill turned away from the window once more. He regarded his Major for a moment before responding. His voice was quiet but sincere. " Sam, what I went through was hell on earth, worse than anything we have faced... well, except having a snake in your head...maybe. I do not want to relive it and I certainly don't want you to have to go through it. Talking about it, especially in detail is not going to help me accomplish my goal of neutrality. It's not that I'm too proud, or ashamed, or afraid. It just is too painful and...still after ten years...too real to dwell on." The silence of the room echoed the loneliness Sam heard in Jack's voice.

Major Carter fought the desire to cross the room, and take his six foot two frame into her arms and hold on tight. She swallowed hard, her blue eyes shining with moisture. " Sir, there is a ViValdi concert in town this evening. I was looking forward to attending, I wonder if you would accompany me?"

He smiled his appreciation of her understanding his need to drop their current topic of discussion.

"Major Carter are you asking me on a date?"

Sam's head snapped up to look at her superior officer. "No, sir. I am just trying to follow my orders, to keep you company...and at the same time do something I wanted to do. It might get your mind off things for a while." There was a hint of hope in Sam's voice.

Jack nodded his head in agreement. " You're right Carter. ViValdi huh? Yea, I could go for a little ViValdi. What time does it start?"

"1900 hours, sir."

"Great, that gives us plenty of time for dinner first." O'Neill paused then stated the obvious. "We didn't exactly bring evening wear though did we?"

"Uhh, no sir, I guess we could attend in our Class A's." Sam knew their dress uniforms would be acceptable as formal attire for the concert.

"No, no uniforms." O'Neill was adamant.

"But, sir, I didn't bring anything else that would be appropriate." Seeing the smile spread across O'Neill's face as she confessed her lack of social wardrobe, Sam wondered what was on his mind.

"Well, I guess we are going to have to go shopping, aren't we Major?"

"Excuse me, sir?"

"Shopping, you know where you go to a store and choose something to buy. Come on Carter, you're a woman, surely you know what shopping is?"

"Yes, of course I know what shopping is."

"Good, let's go." Jack had already crossed the room.

"Sir, I haven't exactly budgeted for a cocktail dress this month."

Jack O'Neill looked at Sam Carter as a sly smile found a home on his handsome face. "Don't sweat it Carter, I've got it covered."

"Sir, I can't let you do that."

 "I'm not Carter...not that I wouldn't like to mind you. Consider it courtesy of General Owens."

"Ok, I'm confused here, sir. Why would General Owens buy me a cocktail dress?"

Jack pulled his wallet from his back pocket and withdrew a new credit card from its folds. "Expense account."

"Right," Sam Carter shook her head and smiled as she watched her CO. " I doubt a cocktail dress is an approved expense, sir."

"Actually, Major, Generals Owens and Hammond reached an agreement to an 'open' amount of 'miscellaneous equipment' allowance. George wanted to be sure I had a 'comfortable' visit here at Fort Benning. So let's go, were losing daylight here." Jack grabbed his jacket and opened the door.

 "Sir, are you sure?"

"For crying out loud Carter, have I ever led you astray?"

"Well sir... am I still speaking freely?" Sam looked questioningly at her CO.

"No, as a matter of fact you are not." 'Momma O'Neill did not raise a complete fool either.' Jack mused.

"Ok, then I guess we better go...sir."

"Very funny", Jack held the door open for his second in command and followed her into the hallway. "Lead on Carter, I'm sure I'll find something easily enough. Let's get your dress first."

"Yes sir." 

One of the advantages of staying at the Hilton was its' close proximity to the finer shops of downtown Columbus. It didn't take long for O'Neill and Carter to locate a store that specialized in formal wear. They had a choice of purchasing, or renting their selections. As much as O'Neill relished the thought of making good, and complete, use of the expense account at his disposal, it didn't take much persuasion by Major Carter for him to realize rentals were the best way to go.

There was a nice and more than adequate selection of dresses for Carter to choose from. O'Neill left her to decide while he went to the opposite side of the store to choose a suit for himself.

"May I help you, sir?" Jack found himself in the company of a middle-aged sales man, measuring tape draped around his neck as if to signify his rank and station.

"Uh...yea. I need a suit for a concert this evening, preferably nothing too stuffy."

"Certainly, sir. What kind of concert are you attending?"

"ViValdi, Columbus symphony."

"Of course, I understand it is a wonderful performance. I think I have what you are looking for. Here we are. Not quite a Tuxedo, but very close, and I believe I may have your pant length in stock. We try to keep some ready to wear available, so as to avoid the delay in alterations." A knowing smile covered the bland complexion, as if he were used to same day requests.

There was a choice between a collar and bowtie, or a collarless shirt, which Jack noticed, required no tie but still maintained the evening apparel appearance. 'This is what I call a no brainer.' Jack thought as he smiled and indicated the shirt sans collar. A matching jacket finished off his ensemble. He decided to rent a pair of shoes also, opting to avoid the heavily soled military shoes, required with Class A's.

His selections complete, he wandered toward the dresses department to see how Carter was doing. A breath caught in his throat as he watched his Major turn in front of the mirror. He suddenly realized the wisdom in the design of BDU's, functional, sturdy, and comfortable, they also helped keep the male mind on the job; and not on the figure of the female members of the armed forces, they worked with. Not even Class A's did justice to his second in command's trim waist and feminine curves.

Sam Carter couldn't decide between the long, red, A line, number with the deep scooped back, or the, black silk, sleeveless, knee length with matching Bolero jacket. She looked in the mirror once more, appraising the fit of the red dress. As she looked up her eye caught movement and she found herself looking into the dark eyes of her CO. "Very nice, Carter." His voice was uncertain, as though he had been caught off guard.

"Thank you, sir. It's a bit too formal, but I couldn't resist trying it on. I think I'll go with the black dress for tonight." Sam could feel her cheeks warming under the blush she knew had materialized. She had not expected an audience and was, herself; a little uncertain at the reaction she had received from her Colonel.

"Yeah...black is good." Jack was having a hard time drawing his eyes away from the red dress in front of him. He finally turned and walked toward the counter. Before completing their purchases he called out to her, "I'll meet you back at the hotel Carter...oh, before you leave, pick out some shoes, they're already paid for. Be ready by 1800 hrs ok?" He stepped toward the front door.

"Sir, isn't that cutting it a bit close...if we are having dinner first I mean?" Sam's voice was slightly muffled, having to travel from the dressing room.

"I got to thinking, a late dinner would be more relaxing...if you can wait...that is." O'Neill paused mid stride and turned toward his 2IC, listening for an honest answer before continuing out the door.

As Carter step around the corner he was rewarded with a smile and assurance that indeed she could wait. "Good, 1800 hrs, don't forget."

"Yes, sir."

Part Seven

1754 hours. Sam Carter was dressed and ready, she knew from experience when her CO said a certain time, he really meant five minutes sooner. It was one of the constant irritations between Daniel and himself. Daniel's watch always read, five minutes before the hour, and then there was no guarantee he remembered to look at it.

She and Teal'c would invariably be caught in the middle of a, 'What time do you have?' round robin. Culminating in a 'Gee, Daniel, I guess your late...again!' Sam couldn't help but smile to herself as she played out the scene in her mind.

1755 hours. The knock on the door came, just as she knew it would. As she crossed her room to answer it, she took one last look in the mirror; just to be sure, she hadn't forgotten anything. Dress straight, make-up smooth, hair fluffed. Yep, she was ready. She reached for the knob and opened the door.

Standing in the hallway was her CO, looking relaxed and on edge at the same time. Carter was reminded of his intensity when faced with over whelming odds. "Hey...right on time Carter."

"Yes, sir. I'll just grab my jacket."

"No hurry. Umm, actually...I have something for you. May I come in?" He waited as patiently as he could just outside her door. Rocking from heel to toe, his hands shoved deep in his pockets.

"Certainly, sir." Major Carter turned and moved back into her room. She was curious to see what else he had for her.

Colonel O'Neill took in the sight before him. How could she possibly look even lovelier than she had in that red dress? Here she was, her hair was...fluffy, not too much, but definitely beyond utilitarian. Her make-up, 'Wow, I never realized how beautiful her eyes really were. Liar, yes you did. You've always known, you just aren't suppose to let her know, you know.'

He continued to silently appraise her appearance, feeling pleased and privileged to know she would be on his arm tonight. 'Nothing to say working associates can't take in an evening of culture together. Keep talkin' O'Neill, you'll be convinced of the innocence of tonight yet...right! He found his eyes being drawn to the shoes she had chosen. 'Perfect.' he thought as he took in the heeled evening sandal.

 He suddenly realized how much time he had spent admiring his second-in-command, he quickly looked to her face and found a smile that put his mind at rest. "Uh, Carter, you look great."

"Thank you, sir. If I may say so, sir, you look pretty great yourself." She hadn't been wasting time appraising her escort for the evening either, and she secretly thanked Daniel and Teal'c for being unavailable for this assignment.

"Here, this should finish off your outfit just nicely." He handed her a rectangular jewelers box. Sam opened it and looked at the contents with some confusion.

"Sir, I don't understand." Inside was a gold necklace with a small, triangular pendant enhanced with diamonds, and sapphires. Along side the necklace, lay matching earrings.

"When I was a Captain, Sara and I had the distinct privilege of attending a number of 'Official' functions. You know, state dinners...Air Force Ball...CO's kid's parties...anyway, I'll never forget what she told me after the first formal dinner we attended. Apparently after spending time with some of the other officer's wives, she confronted me in tears stating, 'taking her to a formal affair, in a beautiful gown without the proper accessories, was like me taking my favorite firearm to the rifle range without any ammunition...pointless.' Here, let me help you with that."

Sam relinquished the box and watched dumb founded as her CO removed the beautiful necklace from its velvet cushion. He set the box, with the earrings inside, on the desk and deftly undid the clasp. "Major? Turn around."

 She turned to face the mirror and felt a shiver race across her shoulders as his fingertips lightly, grazed her skin, placing the necklace and fastening the clasp with a practiced skill. The length was perfect, coming to rest two inches below the hollow of her throat.

She became aware that the Colonel's hands were resting on her shoulders. He was standing close behind her and spoke softly near her ear, "Do you like it?"

"Yes, sir, it's stunning, but there is no way General Owens or Hammond will approve this."

"They didn't buy it...I did." He held his breath waiting for her reaction. She did not disappoint him.

"Sir, I can't accept this." He figured he would play along.

"Ah...come on Carter, why not?"

"Sir, you know why not. It is against regulations for me to accept a gift of this kind from my commanding officer."

"You're right...can't take it back though."

"Why not, sir?"

"The Jeweler thought I was crazy when I drew the design I wanted him to engrave. I doubt there is much of a demand for it."

Sam looked closer, there carefully engraved amongst the gems, was the Stargate symbol for Earth.

"Oh, sir...as much as I appreciate this, I...can't..."

"Carter, it's my way of saying, 'thank you', for being here."

"That's not necessary sir...really."

Jack's voice softened slightly, "I could order you to keep it."

Sam did not hesitate in her reply. "Yes sir, and by doing so you would be enforcing the need for the 'No fraternization' regs."

"Yeah, you're right...again. At least wear it tonight...whose going to know?"

He saw her hesitation, "Are you telling me you would rather have your P90 without the ammunition?" That was all it took to coax a big smile and accompanying giggle from his Major.

"No, sir. Tonight I think I'm going to need my ammo." Their eyes met in the mirror's reflection while Jack's own smile broadened.

"Yep...I think you're right. Do us both a favor...don't hesitate to shoot me down if I get outta line." Jack gently squeezed her shoulders then let his hands drop to his side, stepping away from his 2IC.

Sam turned and met his gaze once more, "Yes, sir."

"Good...shall we, Major?" Jack crossed the room and opened the door. He waited patiently as Carter quickly put on her earrings. She checked the mirror once more, and lightly touched the pendant resting at her throat. A shy, but warm smile took up residence on her face as she turned to join her CO. It promised to be an interesting evening.

The concert was exactly what O'Neill needed to put the day's memories back where they belonged. He had always been a fan of classical music, finding it to be the perfect release of all the tensions that could accumulate in a day in the life of 'O'Neill'. Tonight he also had the rare privilege of sharing it, with someone he cared deeply for...even if he wasn't allowed to show it.

Sam was seated to his right, apparently enjoying the concert as much as he was. He turned slightly, looking discreetly in her direction. He watched her listening to the music. The orchestra was in the middle of a particularly moving piece from ViValdi's "Four Seasons".

Sam closed her eyes, shutting out any distraction from the beautiful music. Jack memorized every angle and curve from her neck to the top of her head; his gaze settled long enough to realize a pair of blue eyes were returning his perusal.

Jack cleared his throat as Sam ducked her head, smiling shyly. He leaned in close to her and whispered, "Thanks for the invite Carter, the concert's great."

"You're welcome sir, I'm glad you are enjoying it."

"Oh yeah...I'm definitely enjoying it."

They spoke quietly now and then, commenting on particularly interesting movements or instruments, becoming more, and more relaxed with each other's company. Before they knew it, they were sitting shoulder to shoulder.

Sam clasped her hands tightly in her lap to resist the urge to slip her arm through his. 'Ok, who's worried about crossing the line?' Her thoughts were interrupted by applause, signaling the end of the concert.

Jack stood up and turned to his 2IC, offering her his hand as she started to rise. She hesitated slightly then placed her hand in his. "Thank you, sir."

"No problem Carter, let's get something to eat. I think my stomach is about to join the percussion section.'

Sam smiled, "I noticed."

"Oh, great...maybe I can go on tour with the band."

Right on cue Sam's own belly rumbled loud enough to be heard, "Oops, guess I'll be going with you."

"Wouldn't have it any other way Carter."

As they exited the Performing Arts Center, Jack stopped long enough to ask the usher to recommend a nice restaurant. After obtaining the desired information, he turned to Sam and offered his arm...hoping she would take it. "Nicest place in town is two blocks east, then three blocks north...as nice as your shoes look...are they comfortable enough to walk that far?"

Sam smiled at the concern in her CO's voice. "Yes sir, I'll be fine." She hesitated before slipping her arm through his.

"It's ok Carter, I won't bite."

"I didn't think you would, sir."

They began walking, "Any chance I could get you to drop the 'sir'...just go with Jack?"

Sam smiled, "Probably not, sir."

"Why not?"

"That would be entering into unsafe territory."

"Really...Unsafe for whom?"

Sam took her time answering. "Both of us...sir."

"Aah."

Part Eight

Two hours after arriving at the restaurant, O'Neill and Carter headed back to their hotel.

"Well, Carter, I hope your meal was worth the wait."

"It was very good, sir. How about yours?"

"Oh, yeah, it was great. Best crab legs I've ever had. I think we'll make reservations though...next time."

Sam grinned, "Yes, sir."

It was midnight when they arrived back at the Hilton. Jack paused by Sam's room waiting for her to open her door. "Major, thank you again for a very pleasant evening."

Sam turned to her CO. "You are welcome, sir. Thank you, I really enjoyed your company. Oh, here, don't forget the necklace and earrings." She began removing the jewelry, only to find her hands being drawn away, and held in Jack's firm grasp.

"Sam...there's no hurry, it can wait." He held her hands in his for a moment longer, contemplating his next move. "Night, Carter." Jack let her hands go and turned smartly on his heel, his long strides eating up the distance between their rooms in very short order. Sam watched as he entered his room and closed the door. "Night, sir."

0300 hours. Carter woke to a firm knock on her door. 'Who in the world...' her thought came to an abrupt halt as she rocketed out of bed realizing it must be O'Neill. As she was pulling on her robe, she looked through the peephole in the door confirming her assumption. It was indeed the Colonel. Carter opened the door without hesitation. "Sir? Is everything alright?"

A very tired looking O'Neill stood with hands shoved deep in his pockets. "Sorry to disturb you Carter."

" No problem sir, is there something you needed?" If she hadn't known better she would have thought she was looking at a complete stranger. His eyes were sunken and haunted, his face tight, hair and shirt damp with sweat. He swayed back and forth, unable to stand still. "Sir?"

He was looking everywhere but her direction, "I...uh, I..." He let out a tight sigh and shook his head, as if in pain. "Can I come in?"

"Of course, sir." Sam stood aside as her CO entered. "Colonel, can I get you anything?"

"What?"

"Sir, have you been drinking?"

"No...bad dream...that's all."

"How can I help?"

"Just need some company for a minute or two...it'll pass."

Sam had never seen this side of Jack O'Neill. It was a little frightening to see him so unbalanced, so unsure. "Ok...sir whatever you need, take your time." Sam started making mental notes again; certain she was witnessing a PTSS episode.

O'Neill paced the hotel room, alternating between wringing his hands, and wiping them on his pant legs trying to dry the sweat from his palms. He stopped in front of the window, opening the curtain to look out on the city lights. He stood there deep in thought, unaware of Sam's presence...yet grateful for it. As he ran his hand through his unruly hair, he caught a glimpse of his 2IC's reflection in the glass. Turning to face her, his eyes couldn't meet hers. He spoke quietly as he tried to stare a whole in the rug. "See...this is exactly what I didn't want to have happen...I'm sorry Carter."

"Nothing to apologize for, sir. I saw the physical result of your captivity...I can't imagine ..."

 He cut her off. "Believe me...you don't want to."

"No, sir...But It might help to talk about it, let it out...instead of burying it."

"Too late for that...already buried it...along with his head..." His voice was strained and so quiet she almost didn't hear what he had said.

Sam watched as Jack suddenly sat on the floor, hugging his legs tight to his chest, rocking back and forth. She knelt beside him, placing her hand gently on his shoulder. "Sir? I don't understand?"

"The kid...helped me...they cut off his head...made me bury him...with my bare hands. His eyes...they were..." He couldn't say anymore, his chest rose sharply, and shook as he took in a ragged breath.

They sat in silence for half an hour; Sam gently cradling Jack's shoulders, rocking with him, letting him set the pace. The first fifteen minutes Sam was certain he was not consciously aware of her holding him, then his rocking slowed as he slipped his arm around her waist. He leaned into her, needing to feel her strong arms around him. She was his anchor, and he held on until the unwanted visions of the past drifted away.

Sam murmured softly, "Everything will be ok, Sir. I won't leave you there...I promise."

"Can't do this..." His voice sounded stronger as he brought himself back to the present.

"Sir, let me help you."

"You are, Carter...believe me...you are." He slowly pulled away from her and climbed to his feet, and for the second time that night, turned and offered his hand. Sam did not hesitate in accepting the assistance. Without letting go of his hand, she led him to the edge of the bed.

"Sir, you need some sleep. Lie down." Jack was the one to hesitate.

"I have my own room, Major." He sounded so tired.

"Yes, sir, but I'd rather keep an eye on you for a while." Sam's voice was firm and left no question as to who was in charge.

He was worn out, but he knew he must have scared his 2IC for her to be issuing him orders. He needed to lighten the mood a bit. "You sleep with your eyes open?"

Sam smiled, ever grateful to hear a small amount of mirth in the Colonel's comment. "Only on special occasions, sir."

Without further argument Jack stretched out on the bed, glad to lay his aching head down on the soft pillow...then again, 'Oh boy...this pillow smells just like Carter...' he started to get up, rethinking the wisdom of being in Carter's bed. "I don't think this is such a good idea Carter."

"Sir, this is a king size bed. We have slept closer to each other numerous times while off world. I think we can handle it. You get under the covers, I'll be on top..."

"Excuse me?"

"...of the covers, SIR."  She shot him a stern look, as she entered the bathroom to change into her jeans and t-shirt.

"I knew that..." He called after her, and then Jack smiled enjoying the shocked look on her face. 'Yep teasing her definitely lightens the mood.'

When she returned to the opposite side of the bed, she heard the Colonel breathing deeply and evenly. "Goodnight, sir." She whispered while settling herself on the edge of the bed and reaching to turn off the lamp.

"You know...when we're off world...we always have Daniel and Teal'c...as chaperones."

"I thought you were asleep, sir."

Jack hesitated before answering. "I have to ask you a favor, Major."

Now it was Sam's turn to hesitate, "What would that be, sir?"

"I know you have orders from Hammond, and Fraiser. I'd really appreciate it if we could keep this little 'PTA' episode, just between you and me." He waited to hear her reply.

She smiled in the darkened room at his deliberate mistake in vocalizing the wrong abbreviation. "Why, sir?"

"Why? Well...for starters the last thing I want to do is spend any one on one time with McKenzie. Secondly, Hammond, or Fraiser, might consider me volatile...and unfit for command. Third...Daniel and Teal'c...already know I have nightmares...now and then." He paused waiting for a response. He continued, "Soo...what do you say Sam, I won't order you to file a false report...but, I'm asking you to leave out the last two hours."

"Can I ask you something, Sir?"

"Sure."

"Have you had these nightmares while off world?"

He thought for a moment, trying to anticipate where she was going with this. "Yeah...I have. Though they haven't been as specific as this one."

"Sir, I find it hard to believe that you could be going through this...and not have it affect your judgment. If I hadn't served by your side through all kinds of conditions of stress...I wouldn't have believed it possible."

Jack waited, "Soo...Carter, can we keep this between you and me." He held his breath.

"Yes, sir. I think we can do that."

"Thanks, Sam."

"Night, Sir."

"Night, Major."

Epilogue

General Hammond entered the briefing room to the familiar sight of Colonel O'Neill and Major Carter rising to attention. "As you were. Welcome back, Colonel, Major."

"Thank you, sir." The reply was stated in unison.

"Colonel, I just received a very positive report from General Owens, concerning your visit to Fort Benning. He asked me to pass on his gratitude for your time...I hope your trip wasn't too stressful."

"Thank you, sir. It was...bearable...sir." Jack looked across the large, oak conference table, his eyes locking with those of his 2IC. They shared what they hoped was a discrete smile.

"Good, I know it was a tough order to follow. I'm sure it was of great benefit for those Rangers to have met you Colonel." Hammond had not missed the exchange between his officers. He really did not want to know the details, but was certain that Major Carter's presence had a lot to do with Jack managing as well as he apparently had. "Dr. Jackson, anything we need to know about your visit to the Pentagon?"

"Uh...as far as the SGC is concerned...probably...not. As far as living in the United States...yeah...I would say so."

"Continue Doctor."

"As you know I was called to the Pentagon to help with some translations, and decoding of articles and advertisements found in certain newsletters. Unfortunately, what we found was not very...encouraging. It appears there are far more al-Qaeda 'cells' residing in this country than was previously believed."

Jack grumbled, "Oh great, just what we need. Any chance Bin Laden's a snake head?"

"I don't think so sir." Carter spoke up with out hesitation.

"Why is that Major?" He was hoping Carter would have a strong case against the possibility.

"Well, we would have seen some sign of Goa'uld technology involved by now. There is nothing other than standard weaponry being used...aside from the airliners, of course."

"O'Neill, I concur with MajorCarter. If he were Goa'uld he would have shown himself as such."

"Yeah, you're probably right Teal'c. Doesn't reduce the risks of another attack though." Jack absently traced the wood grain of the tabletop.

"No Colonel, it doesn't. Which is why this base, and all personnel, are to remain on high alert until further notice. This is far from over." Hammond's strong voice came across as distant thunder.

The room was silent for a moment as each one seated contemplated his, or her, own thoughts. Daniel cleared his throat and peered over the rims of his glasses. "Um...General? How is this going to affect what we do here? We aren't suspending Gate travel are we?"

"No, Dr. Jackson we are not...we can't afford to. Our country is facing a crisis; we have good people who are handling it the best they know how. We at the SGC are responsible for seeing to it that the situation is not compounded by intergalactic hostiles."

Jack looked around the table, meeting the gaze of each of his team members. "That is what we do best...sir."

"Yes it is, Colonel. Indeed it is. Sg1 you are dismissed. Your next mission briefing is at 1300 hours tomorrow. Have a safe night people."

Finis