Okay, this deserves a wee bit of an explanation- it's the product of watching "200" and seeing the look on Sam's face when she said: "You have to understand...it was the sixties." I got the feeling her role in this...interesting phenomena was not entirely supportive. Couple that with "The Line In The Sand" and final paper stress, and you got this...I hope you enjoy! Sam and Jack as always.

Part I

Missing Scenes in "1969"

"Coffee?" A voice behind her asked as the twigs and branches cracked beneath his feet.

"Thank you." She said, looking over her shoulder as her commanding officer approached.

"No problem." He said, handing her the tin cup and sitting next to her.

She took a sip of coffee before sighing heavily.

"Something on your mind?"

She looked over. "No…"

"You sure?"

She grinned. "It's not important."

"I have a hard time believing that the thoughts going through your head aren't important. Now, spill…"

"Is that an order, sir?" She asked, quietly.

He softened. "You know what, Sam? Let's just leave the formalities of rank behind us…"

She raised an eyebrow.

"For now…" He amended. "I mean, just until we get back…"

"If we get back." She added, thoughtfully.

"Carter…"

"I'm sorry, sir, but I can't think of a single way we'd get back…this just defies EVERYTHING I know about physics and 'gate technology…"

"You'll think of something." He said, reassuringly.

She looked over at him before taking a sip of her coffee again. "Not this time, sir."

"I thought we'd agreed that it wasn't 'sir' and 'Carter' here…just 'Jack' and 'Sam'…"

"You really trust yourself that explicitly?" She asked, cracking a smile.

"What? You gonna wear the sweet little tank top number?"

She chuckled as she shook her head. "Sorry about that, sir…"

"Uh…"

"Jack." She amended.

"Nothing to apologize for." He said, sincerely.

"How serious were you about that whole…no rank thing?" She asked after a moment of silence had passed.

"Why?"

"It's stupid…"

"I doubt that…what?"

"I just…I've had some…unanswered questions for a little while now, and I just…"

"Shoot."

"Sir?"

"It's Jack and…what're your questions?"

"I'm sorry, Jack…I just…I don't really need them answered…" She said, looking to the side, embarrassed.

"Yes, you do." He said, placing his fingers on her chin and pulling her face toward his. "What were they?"

"What did you mean by "not like this"?" She asked, quietly.

Jack's eyes widened and he looked at her intently. "You remembered that?"

She nodded. "Yeah, actually…but it wasn't important, so…"

"Yes, it was." He contradicted. "It was very important."

"Really?" She asked, surprised.

He nodded, and looked over at her. "If there hadn't been regulations or alien influences involved…I don't think I could have stopped…"

"The old guys can't help themselves response." She said, sarcastically.

"No…" He said, vehemently as he pulled her back to him. "You didn't let me finish. Even if I could have stopped…I wouldn't have wanted to stop…"

She looked at him with hope in her eyes, and before they knew it, they had shared a tender kiss that quickly became passionate.

Only a few yards away, Teal'c and Daniel saw the couple, eyes widening at the sight of their interactions. "I believe they would require privacy, Daniel Jackson." Teal'c said, pulling his friend in the opposite direction.

"Yeah…I guess they do…" He said, biting his lip as he contemplated the myriad of possibilities for how this could affect the rest of their lives.

--

(After they've found the Stargate)

Jack raced to the DHD. "Where to?"

"Back the way we came, via P2X-555." She said, quickly.

"Wait a minute, how do you know we'll go forward in time instead of back?"

"Well, General Hammond must have chosen flares on the opposite side of the sun this time, so the sun's rotational differential will send us forward instead of back." Even Teal'c threw her a skeptical glance. "Look, we just have to trust General Hammond. I mean, the point is, we are fifteen minutes away from the only chance we are going to get at this, and we still haven't found a power source to fre—"

"How much power?" Jack interrupted. He'd had enough of this "talk instead of do" mentality Carter seemed to have.

They managed to get the vehicles hotwired and running, hooking the Jeeps up to the Stargate and powering it up. Talk about MacGyver-ing a power supply, Jack thought as he revved up the engines again. He grinned. And it had actually been HIS idea this time.

"Keep it going!" She yelled over the engines.

They waited as each chevron engaged, hoping that the guards would wait to arrive until after they were on the other side.

"You! Stop!" No such luck, Jack realized as they crouched behind crates in front of an open wormhole.

"We have got to go." He said, urgently.

"Sir, the timing has to be exact. Just a few more seconds."

"It's going to have to be close enough. Go!"

Though less than happy about the order after their rather…intimate moments only a few days before, Sam got up and ran through the Gate, Daniel and Teal'c immediately behind her and Jack after that.

They arrived in a room, desolate of all life. There were no lights on, the equipment was covered with white sheets, and Sam had the sinking impression that they weren't in the right year here either.

"Auntie Em? Auntie Em?" Jack called out, somewhat facetiously.

"Where is everyone?" She asked, almost praying that someone was seeing something she wasn't seeing.

The blast door opened and an old woman, dressed in white walked toward them. "Hello, Jack."

"Teal'c? Daniel?" She asked, before laughing. "I hardly recognized you with hair."

Jack cleared his throat as he shared puzzled looks with the rest of his team. "Do... do we know you?"

"Sam will recognize me." She said with a smile. "Come closer." She instructed gently.

Sam walked up hesitantly as she studied the woman before her. "Oh my God." She threw her arms around the woman. "Cassandra!"

She laughed. "Dear Sam."

"Excuse me." Jack said, tapping Sam on the shoulder. "Who IS this?"

"Cassandra." She verified.

"Cassie's thirteen years old." He said, unbelieving.

"Not anymore, Jack." She said, a tiny smile in her eye as she looked at Sam with a tender smile.

"What?" She asked, puzzled.

"Undoubtedly you are expecting me to help you get to your time. But it's not that simple."

"What?" She asked, surprised.

"I have to send you back to 1969. You've got some unfinished business there."

"What?" Jack asked, surprised. "We just BARELY got outta there!"

She nodded. "I understand. But the Sam that told me that you needed my help also told me that there were some…encounters that could not be acknowledged in your time."

Sam blushed and Jack's eyes widened. "Ah…and, uh…why did she mention that?"

"Because as far as I can tell, from my scans, there are five life signs here…not just four…"

"Five?" Sam asked, her face paling.

"Yes, Sam…five."

"Five?" Jack and Daniel asked, simultaneously.

"Wow…" Sam said, blanching at the prospect.

"Sam?" Jack asked, surprised.

"We may need to spend a little less than a year there, sir…"

"A little less than a YEAR?"

"Nine months, actually…" She said, smiling that uncomfortable smile she wore every so often as she looked at Cassandra, requesting some confirmation.

She gave Sam a sad smile as she ran her hand over the console strapped to her opposite hand. The Stargate activated as she did so. "I wrote down the date of a couple solar flares happening after the…blessed event…should occur…it's actually about three months worth of solar flares."

Sam nodded as she looked from Cassandra to the open wormhole after having accepted the piece of paper handed to her. "Thanks…"

"Good luck. Your journey will be an amazing one…"

"I certainly hope so." She said before she walked through the Stargate, her head held high despite the thousands of thoughts running through her head.

--

They walked up to the steps of the house with a great deal of trepidation, the familiar van sat in the driveway, and Jack released the breath he'd had trapped in his lungs.

"Do you think they'll be willing to help us out?" Sam asked, placing her hands on her very large stomach.

"Hey, they helped us when we were strangers…" He said, smiling with a false sense of security.

She gave him that familiarly awkward smile. "But you said we weren't from this planet…don't you think THIS will make them rethink your words?"

"Sam, you can't be spending your nights in a forest, and we can't take the baby with us…"

She looked down at the ground.

"Sam?"

"I'll be okay…" She said, nodding as she took a deep breath.

"You sure?" He asked, placing his arms on hers. "Because I'll go back and tell them it was my fault…"

"Don't even say that." She said, her head snapping up. "You'd never live it down…"

"But you'd still get to keep the baby…"

She blinked back tears. "I'm…I'm not ready for this…but…there's a couple that just might be…"

"Sam…"

"I'm fine." She protested as she pulled away.

The door opened, and Jenny walked out of the house, surprised. "What's goin…" She paused as recognition dawned. "Michael…"

"Yeah?" He asked, walking out of the living room to meet her.

"They're back!"

"Who's back?" He asked, as he walked outside. His eyes widened as he took in the sight of the four straggling team members. "Hey, guys!"

"Hi, Michael…" Daniel greeted with a smile. "We know we already owe you, but do you think you can help us out a little more?"

--

"AGH!" She cried out, holding tightly to Teal'c and Jack's hands.

"You're doing a great job, Sam…" Daniel coaxed.

"Daniel, you remind me to say that to you when you're delivering a tiny human being from YOUR body!" She yelled.

"You're doing a great job, Sam." Jack said, taking the rag from her too-small clothes, dipped it in cool water and dabbed it against her forehead.

She looked over at him ferociously. "Don't. Say. That. Again." She said, pausing between each word for a breath.

"Okay, Sam…I think I see a head…push."

She closed her eyes as she pushed, her teeth clenched.

"Just a little more…and you can relax…"

"Relax?" She asked, breathlessly. "Are you joking?"

"Okay…that was definitely a head…keep pushing and we should have a baby in a little while…"

"Define a little while, Daniel…" She growled as she felt Jack dab the rag once again on her face.

"No can-do, Sam. Sorry…" He said, sheepishly.

She groaned as she pushed again. And again. And again.

There was a cry as she felt the baby break through to the outside. "Okay, I got the head. Help me and push again." He instructed urgently.

She nodded, drawing on what little strength she could muster to push again.

Suddenly, Daniel had the entirety of the infant in his arms. "It's a boy." He said, smiling as he looked up at Sam, showing her the infant.

She bit back tears as Jack placed his arms around her, and rested his forehead against her cheek. "It's a boy." He repeated.

She nodded, crying silently on his shoulder. "Yes…it is…"