Samantha Carter-O'Neill woke up early one morning to the sweet scents of fresh air and coffee. Having been retired for quite some time now, she had finally begun to love the feeling of having nothing to do and nowhere to be. Obviously being retired never really meant she was retired; she was often called in to work on extraordinary assignments, as was Jack.

Most of their life however, was spent in Minnesota. At the cabin, spending their days together and trying to catch that one fish they had seen many years ago.

Today was no special day in particular. She woke up, kissed her husband, had breakfast and then sat down to read the paper. The front page was branded with an article about the X-303 recovery mission. Earths first manmade ship capable of space flight had been out of commission for many years now. An elite team had been assigned to repair the old thing and use it as a transport vessel for touring Earths solar system.

The next page was more familiar, it was an article about the return of college students from the Asguard University of bioinformatics and biomedical sciences. This article was more familiar as this meant that Cheyenne was back on earth and probably going to be spending the summer with her parents.

Other articles weren't quite so intriguing, so she skimmed through to the classifieds in the hopes of reading a cute article about newlyweds or a newborn baby. As she opened the classifieds, her attention was quickly drawn to a familiar name.

Brian.

The article was amongst the deaths and funerals. It read:

CARTER, Brian.

Service will be held at AIM church of Christianity.

12th of April at 11:30 am.

It probably wasn't the same Brian but there was something to it that made her curious. She scanned the rest of the paper and was surprised to find a short article on the death at the base of page 8.

Brian Carter was killed yesterday in Washington state prison. The 68 year old criminal had been sentenced to 36 consecutive life sentences without parole. At 10:13pm late last night, his body was found inside is cell by a prison guard. Authorities say that he had been murdered by his cellmate after having admitted the crimes he was being charged for. Two time murderer Mr. Patrick Wallace confessed early this morning to having killed the man saying "I did it cause what he did was wrong! No man should have the right to rape women! No man can get away with it, not 36 times over!" A preliminary investigation has shown that he bleed to death, after receiving 36 incisions along his ribcage. The instrument used appears to have been the sharpened edge of a basin tap handle.

"Watcha reading?" Jack asked peering over her shoulder at the newspaper and placing a mug of coffee in front of her.

"Oh nothing, just an unimportant story about Brian being killed by his inmate" she smiled at him and then kissed him before moving towards her coffee. He looked at her curiously, questioning her sanity.

"You alright?" he asked carefully and she frowned at him

"Jack" she said giving him a look that needed no words

"Gotcha" he laughed as he took the paper from her

"You didn't happen to notice the article on page 2 did you?" she asked with a grin and he tilted his eyebrow at her with a curious smile before opening the paper to that page. She watched his expression carefully and grinned when he jumped up from his chair, slammed the paper down and then put out his hand, beckoning her to stand up.

"What?" she asked laughing as she stood, holding his hand.

"Our daughters coming home Sam, this calls for a celebration!" he exclaimed and then pulled her into her arms.

And then they danced in an intimate silence, as he kissed her.

The end!

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Sorry, I seem to have forgotten to update this chapter. A thousand apologies.

This story is finally finished after such a long time waiting. Oh and the previous chapter really was the end. I guess this was just an epilogue.