He was angry. No, furious would be closer. She was his, and that bastard had stolen her from him. He closed his eyes and imagined her. Her blonde hair, her sapphire blue eyes shining as she looked at Colonel O'Neill.
What does he have that I don't? What can she see in an ageing, sarcastic shell of a man like him? His thoughts skittered from thought to image and back again. He would fix them...

Colonel Jack O'Neill opened the door to his office and stepped inside. As he did, his foot brushed a piece of paper that had been stuffed under the door.

Jack,
meet me in the locker rooms at 1400. There's something I need to talk to you about.

Sam He frowned, puzzled.
What could she want? He paused as he glanced at his watch. 1355...might as well see what she wants. But why did she call me Jack? He closed his door and headed off to the locker rooms.

Sam was walking down the corridor to her quarters, absently reading the latest mission report from SG-7's exploration of P8J-935. She tucked the clipboard under her arm as she went to open the door. Taped to it, at eye height, was a message.

Sam,
meet me in the locker rooms at 1400. There's something I need to talk to you about.
Jack

Jack sat down on one of the benches in the locker room, checking his watch again. He looked up as Sam came in.
"Carter." Sam sat down next to him.
"Sir." There was an awkward silence for several seconds before Sam said,
"What did you want to tell me, sir?" Jack frowned, a look of incomprehension on his face. Seeing the look, Sam pulled out the note, which she had stuffed into her pocket on the way to the lockers. Jack quickly scanned the text, saying,
"I got one exactly like this, only from you...are you saying you didn't write it?" Sam shook her head.
"No sir...I never saw it before."
"Then who did?" The door closed with a click as a figure stepped in. It turned, revealing the haggard face of an airman.
"I did." They were more concerned about the gun in the airman’s hands than his sudden, uninvited entrance. He raised the gun and flicked the safety off, keeping it trained on both of them. Jack stepped to one side, attempting to outflank him. The Airman pointed the gun at Sam, saying,
"One more step, Colonel, and the Major here comes down with a bad case of dead." Jack froze in his tracks. "Now get back over there..." Sam swallowed and said,
"Who are you? Why are you doing this?" His face twisted in agony as he replied,
"I'm James Donovan, but you never knew I existed before today...I loved you, Samantha, and you ignored me!" Sam and Jack's eyes widened at what James was saying. "But it gets worse...Not only did you pretend I didn't exist, you ran to him, of all people." James waved the gun in Jack's direction. Jack opened his mouth to say something, but was cut off.
"And don't bother denying it, Colonel. I got eyes, you know, and I see how you two act around each other." James' face hardened. He pointed the gun at Sam.
"I have lost you, Sam, so now I'm going to let you know how it feels to lose someone like that." Not even changing expression, he pointed the gun back at Jack. Time seemed to slow down.
Sam's hands began the slow ascent to push Jack out of the way. James' finger tightened on the trigger, his knuckles whitening. Sam opened her mouth to scream out Jack's name, her drawn breath sounding clearly in the still air. The hammer on the gun drew back. A soft click sounded as it began the snap forwards. The tip of the bullet emerged from the mouth of the gun, a cloud of smoke trailing it. A faint whistling noise echoed around the room as the bullet tore it's way through the air, straight at Jack. Sam’s outstretched hands had not completed a fifth of their journey when the soft 'thwap' of the bullet hitting Jack's forehead merged with the crack of the gun. Jack turned his eyes towards Sam as he collapsed, unable to control his legs.

Time snapped back with a terrifying rush. The acrid taste of gunsmoke hung in the air as James turned and ran from the locker room. Sam dived forwards, catching Jack as he fell. She set him down as blood began to trickle from the hole in his head. His eyes rolled back as he drew a shuddering breath, his hand reaching out to stroke her face as his chest contracted, his eyes closing. With the last ounce of his will, his lips mouthed the word "Sam..." as the air rushed from his lungs. Sam sobbed and grasped Jack's face in her hands. Through her tears, she said,
"Jack....no....Jack...you can't leave me!"
Jack sat up and rubbed his forehead, reaching out to cup Sam's face in his hand. Sam didn't even glance at his, her eyes still fixed on the floor under him. He whipped his head around as his hand went right through her head. His eyes widened as he saw the still form on the floor.
Him.
He closed his eyes as it struck him. He was dead. He was no more. An ex-Colonel, this time for good.
"Sam, I'm sorry..." Sam paused as she sobbed over Jack's chest. She could have sworn she heard Jack's voice. Jack spoke again.
"Sam?" Sam looked around the room. She could feel Jack's presence standing next to her.
"Jack?"
"You can hear me?" Sam looked puzzled as she concentrated. Was that a faint whisper she just heard?
"I think so...but you're dead!" The ghost of a smile flickered across his insubstantial lips as he said,
"Is it that obvious?" He paused as he felt a tug at him, something pulling him away, not in any particular direction, just away. "Sam, there's so much that we left unsaid, things undone...Why did we wait so long?"
"Fear of rejection, the regs...and I was afraid of losing you...which I have anyway..."
"Sam, I've gotta go..."
"No, Jack, don't leave me again!"
"I have too..."
"I won't be separated from you again, Jack. I'm coming with you..."
"Sam, no! You don't know what you're saying!"
"Yes I do, Jack. I'm coming with you, and you can't stop me." Jack got down on his knees in front of Sam, his transparent face inches from hers.
"Sam, please! You have a full life ahead of you...live it! You don't want to spend an eternity with me, for cryin' out loud! You'll go nuts in a few decades!" Sam blinked as Jack's spirit seemed to come into focus, a soft, golden glow coming from under his skin.
"Yes I do, Jack. I have no life if you're not here...I want to come with you." Sam got up on her knees and faced Jack. He reached his right hand out towards her, fingers extended. Sam raised her left hand and stretched it out to touch Jack's. As they made contact, a warm glow bathed her face, her mouth curving into a beautiful smile. Jack gazed into her shining eyes and asked,
"Sam, will you stay with me forever?"
"Forever." As Sam spoke, her body fell forwards, lying next to the Colonel's as her spirit stood up, her fingers now entwined with Jack's. Sam sighed to herself as she kissed him, no thought of regulations, or anything else apart from Jack in her mind. The glow that bathed them both brightened to a blinding intensity and then faded, leaving the room empty.

Janet sighed as she rubbed her forehead tiredly. She had had a difficult day. SG-9 had come home full of holes, the result of an altercation with some natives who were very accurate with a bow and arrow. The last three hours had been spent pulling out flint headed shafts, stitching the soldiers up. She absently pushed the locker room door open, intending to have a long, hot shower before she went home. Instead, she saw the bodies of the bodies of the Major and the Colonel.
Janet spun around and slapped the alert button. Picking up the phone, she said,
"Medical team to the locker rooms immediately! We have an emergency!" She hung the phone up and rushed over to the bodies. Rolling Sam off Jack, she took one look at Jack's wound and covered her mouth, choking back a gasp. Then her medical training kicked in. Immediately, she ruled out saving jack, there was no hope of that. But what about Sam? She could see no visible wound... She checked Sam's pulse. Finding none, Janet immediately began CPR.

Thirty seconds later, the medical team rushed into the room, wheeling two gurneys. They hoisted the bodies onto them quickly, barely breaking Janet's rhythm. One of the orderlies took over the CPR as Janet said,
"She's been out I don't know how long, no breath, and no pulse. I want her taken to the nearest de-fib machine we've got, stat!"
"What about the Colonel?"
"Bring him too...I'll clean him up before we send him down to the morgue."
"Ma'am, did you want someone to tell the General?" Janet sighed, her had brushing Sam's hair out of her unblinking eyes.
"Yes, I suppose I should." One of the other nurses headed up to the General's office as the gurneys burst through the doors into the infirmary. Janet seized the nearest de-fib machine, and prepared the paddles. She snapped out,
“Let’s shock her at 200.” She paused as the machine charged up.
“Clear!” Sam’s body convulsed with the current. Janet checked the monitor.
“Damn! Try it again at 300…” Still the monitor remained stubbornly flat lined. Desperately, Janet said,
“One more time…give her 350.” Yet again, Sam’s body jerked, and, yet again, it stayed resolutely lifeless. Janet drew in a shuddering breath. She packed the paddles away and patted Sam’s hand.
“Oh, Sam...What happened?” She pulled the sheet up to cover Carter’s face, closing the sightless eyes as she did so.

“General, we have some incoming travelers.” The Technician swiveled on his chair to look up at Hammond. The General rubbed his eyes.
“Who is it, son?” The Technician glanced at the screen for a second before facing the General again.
“It’s SG-4’s iris code, sir.”
“Open it.” He typed a few buttons, and the iris opened with its usual clang. Six men stepped from the event horizon onto the ramp. Hammond leant down to the microphone.
“Welcome back, SG-4. Debriefing at 088 tomorrow morning. Dr. Jackson, Teal’c, I’d like to see you in my office as soon as you’re cleaned up.” The men below saluted, and headed off.

Ten minutes later, Daniel and Teal’c were on their way to the General’s office. Running his fingers through his slightly damp hair, Daniel asked,
“I wonder what he wants to see us for?” Teal’c replied in his deep, calm voice,
“We will find out when we get there, Daniel Jackson.” Daniel sighed, an unbidden
“Oh, for cryin’ out loud.” Escaping his lips in response the Jaffa’s unassailable logic. The ghost of a smile flickered over Teal’c face, gone before Daniel saw it. Frowning slightly, Daniel said,
“What’s with everyone today? I don’t think I’ve seen anyone smile since we came back from P8C-421...” Teal’c raised an eyebrow, the same thoughts crossing his mind.
Walking through the briefing room, they paused at the General’s door. Daniel knocked quietly. Immediately, Hammond said,
“Come.” They open the door, and were surprised to see Hammond turn around in his chair and wipe a trace of moisture from them.
“General?”
“Take a seat son, you’re going to need it.” They sat down as the Hammond drew in a deep breath, closing his eyes for a second before speaking.
“Firstly, I regret to inform you that approximately seven hours ago, Colonel O’Neill was involved in an altercation with an unknown person, and received a bullet to the head.”
“What!?” Daniel’s jaw hit the ground as his ears struggled to make sense of what he had just heard. Teal’c stoic demeanor cracked, a frown appearing between his brows. The General continued,
“He would have died immediately from the wound. Major Carter, however, was found laying across his body, also apparently dead.” Hammond closed his eyes again as he tried to calm himself.
“Dr. Fraiser found them, and attempted to revive the Major. Despite her best efforts, Major Carter did not revive, although there were no apparent wounds found on her..” Daniel just shook his head, unable to believe it. Teal’c clenched his fists.
“How did this happen, General Hammond?” His face was almost as calm as usual, his jaw flexing. Only his eyes betrayed what he felt. A mixture of sorrow, loss, and a burning desire to cause grievous bodily harm to whoever killed them filled his eyes. Hammond rubbed his tired eyes and sighed.
“I don’t know, son. We were waiting for you two to come back so that we could do a thorough investigation. Sergeant Siler has retrieved the security videos, perhaps they will shed some light on the situation.” He stood up slowly and checked his watch. “The briefing begins in five minutes gentlemen. You might want to take this chance to get some coffee...this is going to be a long one.” Daniel and Teal’c stood up as well. As they walked out of the General’s office, Daniel’s eyes began to tear over, the reality finally getting through to him. Hammond took one look at the grieving archaeologist and walked around his desk, nodded to the Jaffa, and quietly closed the door behind him.

Daniel clutched his arms to himself, his stomach muscles tense as he tried to hold back the sobs. Teal’c stepped forwards his arms outstretched, enfolding the smaller man in them. As Daniel began to cry in earnest into his shoulder, Teal’c patted him comfortingly on the shoulder. Gradually, Daniel’s sobs lessened as he regained control. Finally, he looked up at Teal’c, removed his skewed glasses, and wiped his eyes, saying,
“I’m sorry about that Teal’c…I didn’t mean to lose it like that.” A small, compassionate half-smile formed on Teal’c’s lips as he said,
“Grief is not something to be ashamed of, Daniel Jackson. If one contains it too much, it distracts one from the task at hand.” Daniel frowned slightly, sniffing as he said,
“What task?” The Jaffa’s face hardened as he replied,
“People do not die for no reason, Daniel Jackson. We must find out how and why Colonel O’Neill and Major Carter died. They will be avenged.” In his grieving mind, Daniel silently added to his hit list those responsible for Sam and Jack’s deaths. Already, his hit list encompassed most of the system lords, especially Apophis. Even though Apophis was Sokar’s prisoner, and quite possibly being tortured even now, Daniel still felt that it was not enough. His darker side still wanted to be able to hit that calm, Goa’uld infested face until he dropped. It wouldn’t change things, but damn it would feel good!
He took a deep breath and wiped the tears from his face. Throwing a small, sad half-smile at Teal’c, he lead the way into the briefing room and took a seat. A look of concern and sadness on his face, the Jaffa followed Daniel out, closing the door behind him.

Thirty seconds later, General Hammond came into the room, followed by Dr. Fraiser, Sergeant Siler, and Lieutenant Simmons. Janet’s eyes were red from crying, but her face was set, preferring to set aside her grief in the search for answers. Simmons, on the other hand, was a wreck. His eyes continually darting around, breaking into quiet sobs any time his gaze fell on something that reminded him of the Major.
When everyone was seated, General Hammond cleared his throat by was of bringing them to order.
“Firstly, I think we all know the reasons that have brought us here, and we don’t need to go over it again.” He spoke slowly, carefully. He glanced at each person in turn. Choosing his words with care, he continued. “What we need to do now, is find out why it happened. Sergeant Siler, do you have the security video?” Siler placed a bag on the table and withdrew a tape. He handed it silently to the General, who swiveled around on his seat and fed the tape into the video player at the head of the table. He fast forwarded until he saw a figure enter the room. He paused the tape as the figure was scanning the room for other people. Hammond cast a quick look at the others seated around the table.
“Any of you know this man?” He received slight shakes of heads from everyone except Janet, who closed her eyes and nodded.
“His name is James Donovan, Airman. He transferred in here from Fort Davis about two months back.” Janet frowned slightly, trying to remember as much about him as she could. Hammond picked up the remote and pressed play again. They watched as James hid himself behind the door and stayed there, unmoving. After a few seconds, the General pressed the fast forward button again, his eyes on the timer in the bottom corner of the screen. A figure came through the door at high speed, and the General rewound and hit play. Jack entered the locker rooms, a slight frown between his brows as he sat down on one of the benches. Maybe a minute later, Carter’s familiar figure came in and sat down next to Jack. They watched in horrified silence as James closed the door and confronted the pair in front of him.
Hammond pressed the stop button as Jack’s body fell down. He turned to the Airman who was standing at the door to the Briefing room.
“Call up the men on duty at all exits to the mountain. I want this facility sealed, and searched from top to bottom. If Airman Donovan is found, I want him thrown into holding cell A3 ASAP,” His voice hardened. “And there’s no need to be gentle about it. If he resists, you are to use whatever force is required to bring him in. Is that understood?” The airman saluted.
“Yes Sir!” He turned, and left the room at a run. Hammond turned back to the others, pressing play again.

Looks of confusion formed on their faces as they listened to Sam’s apparently one sided conversation with the air next to her. Sam stretched out her hand, a small smile on her lips as she said,
“Forever...” As her body fell forwards, Hammond glanced at Janet.
“Dr. Fraiser?” Janet rewound the last few seconds and played them again in slow motion, searching for a reason. She closed her eyes and sighed as the obvious hit her.
“General Hammond, I think I know why Sam died...it may be a bit far fetched, but there have been a few medical records...”
“What are you trying to say, Doctor?”
“Well, General, you know how, sometimes, a man with a serious wound will get better, and someone with a much less severe one will die?”
“The fight to live...yes, I know about that...”
“Well, sir, if you listen carefully to what Sam was saying just before she died, I think she lost her will to keep living... You, along with everyone else on the Base, suspected that there might have been something more going on between hem. There wasn’t, exactly, but, given a little bit of time...who knows? All I can tell you is that they would have quite literally died for each other. And I think Sam did...” She trailed off as she saw the look of understanding form on Hammond’s face. He scratched at the back of his head, saying,
“Well, at least we have some kind of explanation for it now. Now all we have to do is get the funeral service organized.” He paused for a minute, thinking. “We’d better send someone to inform Jacob about it, Mark too...See if you can find out who Colonel O’Neill has written down as his next of kin. We’ll schedule the service for two days from now.” He stood up. “You know what you have to do, people.” With that said, he turned and headed back into his office. After a few seconds, they heard the muffled ‘chink’ of a bottle against the rim of a glass as the General partook of something to settle him down.

Janet sighed as she opened the Colonel’s medical file. In his line of duty, it was best for the doctors to have a photocopy of the will at hand, for just this kind of situation. She flipped to the back and scanned through the neat writing. She swore to herself as she reached the part containing the major beneficiaries.

In the event of my death, my house is to go to my ex-wife, Sara O’Neill. Everything else, with the exception of my ice-hockey gear, and my Star Wars videos ( the former to be given to Dr. Daniel Jackson, and the latter to Teal’c), is to go to Dr. Major Samantha Carter.

It had recently been changed, dated the day after SG-1 had returned from the Argos mission.
Sam, on the other hand, had left a number of family heirlooms to her brother, Mark, and her mother’s effects were to be given to her father. The remainder was left to, you guessed it, Colonel Jonathan Charles O’Neill. Date of the last modification: three days after their rescue from the Antarctic.
As touching as the sentiment was, it still formed a complex knot since both of them were now dead.

Jack looked down at Sam, smiling slightly as he kissed her tenderly. They floated in a pale, golden light. Nowhere in particular, just somewhere. He was just about to do a more thorough job of it when he felt someone, or something approach. Sam glanced around, feeling the presence as well. A soft voice came whispering out of the glow, although nobody was visible.
“Things didn’t turn out as I had planned.” Jack searched around for the source if the voice as he said,
“What are you talking about?”
“It is good that you two have admitted your feelings for one another. Frankly, I was beginning to wonder if you were ever going to get around to it...I had enough trouble getting you both to admit it to yourselves. However, I did not go to such lengths to have you both die as soon as the truth became known. A most regrettable accident....” The voice trailed off as Sam looked at Jack, before she spoke up.
“That was you?” Jack turned back to the woman in his arms, a questioning frown on his brow. Responding to his unspoken query, Sam said,
“Think, Jack...where have you heard that little voice before?” Jack’s mind spun back, back to when he was seventy years old, sitting on the steps that lead towards the ’Gate on Argos. The same little voice had spoken in the silences of his head, but he had brushed it off as a hallucination. In hindsight, the voice had been there nearly every time he had thought about Sam in recent months, which was fairly often. Always, it had constantly talked about Sam...the way she laughed at his corny jokes, the way her eyes sparkled as she delivered a flirtatious comeback, just little things that subtly emphasized her importance to him.
He was interrupted by the voice again.
“You two were made for each other...I should know, I made you! Now, you two have a choice to make: you can either stay here, in the Afterlife, or, I can send you back. If you choose to go back, you will die again, but this time, at the appointed time.” Jack was scratching his head, still trying to understand what the Voice was talking about, when Sam said,
“You said ‘send you back’...how is that possible?” A slight chuckle came from the air.
“All you need know is that arrangements will be made, involving not only your physical selves, but certain, pesky, regulations as well.” Sam turned to face Jack, who grinned, a glint in his eyes.
“Well, Colonel?”
“I think we should give it a go...but when we get back, we’ve got some things to change...”
“Like?”
“Maybe our marital status, for one...that is, if that’s what you want.” Sam grinned, her smile all the answer required. The glow began to fade as the voice said,
“Be happy, my children...” Almost as an afterthought, it added “Oh, and tell Dr. Jackson that ‘Jehovah says “learn to duck”.’ That man tries even my skills at times...”

Janet closed the folders and stretched as she stood up. Checking her watch, she headed down to the morgue. When she got there, she pulled up a chair between the two bodies. She reached out with a damp cloth to wipe the blood from the Colonel’s forehead. As she did so, the air seemed to thicken, feeling almost like a thunderstorm. Janet shrugged, passing it off as stress and overwork. She carefully cleaned the now-dry blood off from around the hole before turning her attention to the wound itself. She frowned as the cloth snagged on the scab. Setting the cloth to one side, she looked more closely at the wound. Slipping on a pair of gloves, she picked the scab off, catching the glint of metal just under the thin crust of blood. Janet picked up a pair of forceps from a tray nearby and slowly removed the slug, setting it down on the tray with the forceps. Wiping again with the cloth, she almost fainted as the blood came off slowly, revealing no wound at all, only a bullet sized purple lump of scar tissue. Shaking, she placed the back of her hand against Jack’s skin. She jerked it back, only to reach it out hesitantly again to confirm it.
*It’s just not right!* She thought. *He’s been dead more that 24 hours. He should be stone cold, not as warm as someone still breathing!* Under her disbelieving eyes, the scar tissue faded, leaving only a faint white mark to show where the deadly missile had struck. Incredulous, Janet repeated the procedure on Sam’s body. Finding the same result, she sat back down on the chair, wondering how the hell it was possible.
Jack kissed Sam once more before moving to stand at the foot of the gurney bearing his earthly remains, Sam doing likewise. At an unseen signal, they both floated up and spun around, their position matching that of the bodies underneath them. They sank slowly downwards as Janet looked up, sensing someone in the room. She glanced around the room, trying to find whoever it was with her. Sam and Jack now lay on the beds, their forms matching exactly the way their bodies lay. With a faint ‘click’, they were once more inside their own bodies. They both jerked slightly, the sudden movement snapping Janet’s head back to them. Jack sat up and looked around as Sam opened her eyes. A small moan escaped Janet’s lips as her eyes rolled back into her head. As she was falling backwards in a dead faint, Jack was able to catch her before she hit the ground. He picked her up and placed her on one of the gurneys, saying,
“What? Hasn’t she seen anyone rise from the dead before?” He glanced back at Sam, who grinned back at him. She got off the gurney and walked over to Jack, slipping her arms around his waist.
“Hadn’t we better tell the General?” She asked, checking her watch. “It’s been a few days...The funeral service will have to be cancelled.” Jack lightly smacked his forehead.
“Damn! I completely forgot about that.” He pressed a quick kiss to her lips before saying, “I think we’d better do that right now...” Hand in hand, they left the room to find the General.

Hammond sat in the chair in his office. He set the small glass of bourbon down as he heard the polite knock at the door.
“Come.” He straightened up as the door opened slowly. Just before he could see who it was at the door, Jack said,
“Promise not to faint, sir?” His words, however, were in vain. Hammond fell back into the chair, out like a light. When he came to, he saw Sam and Jack sitting down in front of his desk, a full glass of bourbon placed near his hand. He blinked a few times, thinking that perhaps he was imagining it. He took a mouthful of bourbon, set the glass down, and reached out to touch Jack. He jerked his hand back, finding them both solid.
“We’re real, sir.” Sam said, a smile on her lips. Still trying to get a grip on the situation, Hammond said,
“How is it possible?” Jack chuckled.
“Well, sir, lets just say that we’ve been given a second chance.” He paused for a split second before continuing. “I always knew I had friends in high places, I just never knew how high.” Sam smiled at Jack, and the General’s eyes darted between the two of them. In a flash, he recalled them entering the office...hadn’t they been holding hands? His line of thought was interrupted by Sam saying,
“Anyway, sir, the reason we came to see you is that we’d like you to come to the wedding...” She turned her most pleading, ‘puppy dog eyes’ look on him. Hammond smiled for the first time in days.
“Of course I will.” He reached out and shook them by the hand, saying, “Congratulations, you two. I know you’ll be very happy.” His face went serious for a moment as he said, “We still have to deal with the regulatory side of things first...” As Jack’s heart sank slightly, he heard the little voice whisper in the silences of his head,
“Remember, Jack, arrangements have been made...” Hammond’s face brightened.
“However, the article states that the team will only be split up if the relationship endangers the team. I somehow can’t see Dr. Jackson and Teal’c agreeing to that, so I guess you’re both in the clear.” Sam and Jack both grinned widely, the major hurdle now out of the way. Jack stood up and said,
“Thank you, sir. I suppose we’d better go tell Daniel the good news...”
“You do that, Colonel.” Jack opened the door and let Sam out into the briefing room, his hand resting lightly in the small of her back.

Daniel was slightly more accepting of their resurrection that the General, as he had done almost the same thing on a number of occasions. One thing he wasn’t prepared for, however, was the message that Jack gave him.
“Daniel,” Jack said. “I got a message from someone...he says to tell you, and I quote, ‘Jehovah says, “learn to duck”.’ Daniel went white, his jaw hanging slack. Jack saw the effect, and asked,
“What? Who is ‘Jehovah’?” Daniel grinned sheepishly as he said,
“Jehovah is one of God’s names in the Bible...”
“Oh my...” Sam said as she covered her mouth with her hand to stifle a chuckle. Daniel blushed as Jack patted him on the shoulder.
“Danny,” he said. “I always thought someone was watching out for ya. Glad to see I was right.”

Sam and Jack were married one week later, in a small, fairly private ceremony. The only people present were the General, Daniel, Teal’c, Janet, and the priest. Only a few changes were noticeable on Base since then. The first was that the level of flirting between them increased, and was much more open now. The second was a shared room was somehow made available the day after the honeymoon.
As for James Donovan, well, he tried to escape through the Stargate. Unfortunately, an unexplained glitch in the system disengaged the wormhole as he was en route to another planet, scattering his remains across the galaxy, and several dimensions.

And they all lived happily ever after! Finis