"Behold! The last of the System Lords!" The Tok'ra elder cried as he threw the tank to the floor, causing the glass to break. The symbiote slithered out of the tank, released an unearthly screech and then died.

"I guess that was worth seeing." Mitchell said, somewhat let down by the ceremony.

"What? That's all you have to say?" Daniel asked, surprised.

"Well, you guys made it out like it was this big deal. I expected something more spectacular." He said with a shrug.

"Nope." Jack said, shaking his head as Sam turned an appreciative to him. "That's pretty much the extraction ceremony, right there. Yup. So, lunch, anyone?"

Sam gave him a look when no one responded to his query. "I'm buying."

"I'm in." Mitchell said, suddenly interested.

"Actually, sir," Sam said, looking over at Jack with a sudden desire to change the last few years of their relationship. "I was hoping that we could go over the plans for the new moon base."

"What moon base?" He asked, confused.

"The one we talked about six years ago, and left in..."the room"..." She murmured under her breath. "You know...when the President came to visit the base, and we were facing certain death?"

"Ah. That one." He said, nodding in recognition of her discreet hint. Finally, he looked back at her. "What changed your mind?"

"You know?" She asked after a moment, shaking her head. "I don't know. Maybe it was the extraction ceremony."

"I'm not complaining." He said, offering her a grin.

She returned the grin. "Trust me, Jack, I noticed."

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This epilogue, though short, was added by popular demand. Happy holidays, loyal readers!