Samantha Carter was humming. And Jack had reason to believe he had something to do with it. If that wasn't enough to make his day, nothing would be.

Pushing himself off the door frame he had been leaning on, Jack greeted her.

"Mornin' Carter."

Jack's personal favorite variety of the Carter grin was his reward, followed by a cheery, "Morning, sir."

Well, weren't they just a couple of teenagers this morning. He couldn't really find it in himself to care.

"Feeling up to some breakfast?"

"Sure. Let me just shut down my laptop."

Sam went to close any important programs and realized she had yet to open any. Oh. Well, that had to change. She was all up to being in a good mood but she still had work to get done today. After breakfast, that is.

Once in the commissary, they sat with Daniel and 'Stache. Jack tried his best to ignore the curious questioning eyes of Daniel flickering back and forth between him and Carter. The knowing grin emanating from the counterpart on his left was resolutely ignored as well. Another double broke the growing tension by pulling up a chair and sitting down to eat with them.

"Mornin' kids. Hey, where'd you get bacon? I didn't see any."

Jack pulled his tray closer to him in a protective gesture.

"Last pieces."

The newest O'Neill eyed the bacon longingly, calculating his chances of successful retrieval from their current location. Seeing the glare from 'the First', he backed down.

"Good morning, Doctor."

Doc nodded. "Sam."

Daniel half turned in his chair, facing Doc more fully.

"So, Jack..."

When three O'Neill's lifted their eyes to him, Daniel rephrased, "...Doctor O'Neill, what exactly are you a doctor of?"

Doc opened his mouth to reply when he jerked in his seat and glared at Jack instead.

"Ow!" he said rather accusingly.

Jack feigned an innocent expression. "I'm sorry?"

"You kicked me!"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Jack took a big bite of one of his strips of bacon. Doc glared.

"I have a PhD in..."

"Ow!"

Jack rubbed his leg under the table where he had been kicked, which was just wrong considering he had been the one trying to kick someone. Doc looked altogether way too smug.

"...in astronomy."

"Really?"

Sam was greatly intrigued. The difference in a PhD in astronomy and astrophysics anymore was kind of moot point.

"Do you specialize in any one area?"

Doc nodded. "Stellar mainly, though I do work in galactic and extragalactic as well."

By this point, Jack was staring resolutely at his tray, trying to act as if this conversation wasn't happening. Sam was too busy discussing the new shared passion with the Doc to notice, but Daniel wasn't.

"Jaack, you don't have one, too, do you?"

Jack looked at Daniel like he'd said the world was made of moth balls.

"No, I would guess he doesn't." Doc looked over Jack as if he was just figuring something out. "You didn't get in the wreck, did you?"

Both Jack and 'Stache said, "What wreck?"

Doc directed his attention back to everyone and no one at the same time. "When I was seventeen, I got into a hell of a wreck on my motorcycle. It was bad. Told I'd never walk again. Of course I proved them wrong there but I still couldn't cut it for the Academy. Or at least not at the time. That's where the time lines must have diverged. I focused on my studies and got a scholarship while you two must have went to the Academy." Looking at Daniel, he said, "That means they have a Bachelor of Science and I'd bet money they majored in Astronomy."

Neither 'Stache nor Jack seemed willing to divulge that information. 'Stache frowned petulantly.

"I didn't have a motorcycle when I was seventeen."

"I did. Didn't wreck it though."

'Stache practically pouted. "How'd you get Mom to let you have one?"

Both Doc and Jack grinned smugly and said simultaneously, "O'Neill charm."

"We must have different mothers. Maggie O'Neill never fell for that routine in my house."

Daniel pushed his glasses back up his nose and frowned in thought.

"So, if you're not the leader of SG-1, what were you doing on the planet?"

"Filling in for Sam, actually. There was supposed to be quite a bit of a light show on the planet and since she couldn't be there, Kawalski had me go with them."

"Wait a second, Kawalski's SG-1's leader?"

Doc nodded, as Sam asked, "Why couldn't I go? What happened to me?"

Doc smiled with a far off look in his eyes. "You're pregnant."

Sam seemed too stunned to reply. Jack choked on his water and 'Stache had to hit him on the back a couple of times before he could breathe again.

Daniel grinned evilly. "Not that I need bother asking, but who's the father?"

Sam's blush went all the way down her neck under her BDU's. Jack was red as well but whether that was from his coughing fit or embarrassment wasn't really known.

Doc smiled broadly. "Why that would be her husband, of course. Speaking of my wife, she's about eight month's Danny, and I'd really like to actually be there when she delivers. I figure she's already thought of several ways to kill me for not being there now as it is."

"Pregnant." Sam whispered the word in disbelief.

Doc looked at his wife's counterpart in concern. "Saam?"

"Yes, sir...I mean, Doctor. Sorry."

"What's wrong?"

Jack was torn between staring at her and trying not to look at her at all. She obviously wasn't too happy about the idea of being pregnant with his kid. Maybe he'd misread everything between them. I mean, who could blame her for not wanting his kid anyway with his record.

"Jolinar. Did your Sam not..."

Sam left the sentence hanging. All three Jack's looked greatly confused at the change in topic, but Doc grimaced at the mention of the snake and nodded his head.

"But how? Janet said that the chances of me being able to ever get pregnant were very low."

Doc shrugged. "She told us the same thing. We weren't even trying to have a baby." He smiled again. "Can't say either of us were disappointed when we found out though."

"So, it's possible?"

"Oh yeah. And for future reference Jack, just let her make the bed however she wants, agree with whatever she says, and keep a large supply of chicken wings and M&M's on hand. Trust me. Sam pregnant is just a tad hormonal and those three things will save you a world of trouble."

Jack began to make incomprehensible noises to try and state the obvious fact that him and Carter were not together when he glanced at said female and saw the small affectionate smile on her face, directed at him.

Suddenly denying the fact was lost on him. He sighed in relief internally at the way she was looking at him. Like the idea of being with him, having his kid didn't seem so bad. Like it was what she wanted.

Still looking at Sam, Jack asked, "Is it a boy or a girl?"

"Don't know. Little bugger crosses it's legs every time we try and look. Hey, Super Mario. We gotta go. The newbies await."

Doc and 'Stache left, Jack still staring at Sam. Sam blushed and broke eye contact, looking down at her tray.

"Well, that was...interesting," Daniel finally said. "What does that make now? For sure, three out of twenty-two."

"Six." Sam said before she could stop herself. She winced when her teammates snapped their eyes to her.

"What?"

"Nothing."

Jack raised an eyebrow a la Teal'c. "Carter?"

"It was all Mouth."

"It was all what?"

Jack ignored Daniel's question. "What do you mean it was Mouth?"

"You really don't want to know, sir."

"Probably not, but I already asked."

Sam sighed. "Mouth brought all the Colonel's, now that I think about it Doc wasn't there, huh. Anyway, he brought all the Colonel's into my lab and conducted a poll."

"A poll?"

"Yes, sir."

Jack waved his hand for her to elaborate.

"He asked them to raise their hand if they wanted to be in a relationship with their Sam's."

Sam blushed a bright pink again.

"He did what?!"

Daniel, at this point, was physically holding the side of the table to keep from sliding out of his seat he was laughing so hard. Wiping his eyes with the back of his hand, he asked through stuttered breaths, "How...many...did?"

Man, it was incredibly hot in here. Seriously, Sam felt like her skin was on fire. Quietly, she replied, "All of them."

This set Daniel off on another bout of laughter in which he laid his head down on the table, his shoulders visibly shaking. By now, everyone in the commissary was staring. No one knew what the archaeologist thought was so funny, but most assumed that it was just another oddity of the flagship team. Maybe the doctor had finally cracked.

"I'm going to kill that little creaton."

"Wait a second. Sam, you said six."

"Three of them were actually in relationships with their Carter's."

"How'd they get around the regulations?"

"Two had non-military Carter's."

That statement diverted Jack's thoughts of murdering...himself. Bizarre thought. "What about the other one?"

Sam looked down at her plate with great interest.

"They were breaking them, weren't they?"

Jack was about to say 'yeah, right' in his most sarcastic voice when Carter snapped her head up at Daniel and asked, "Now why would you say that?"

What?

"What? You mean they really are breaking them?"

"Ssshhhh. Someone might hear you."

Jack looked around the commissary. Since Daniel had regained control of himself, people had quit paying any attention to them. Jack leaned a little closer to the table.

"It's not our reality, Carter. They can't court martial us."

Sam came really close to rolling her eyes.

"I just don't want people getting any ideas. We already have enough rumors going around without adding fuel to the fire."

"Point."

It was an interesting tidbit of information though. Maybe. Possibly. Jack returned his attention to his breakfast.

"Why that little!"

"Sir?"

"He stole my bacon!"