Author's Notes: Jack and Sam aren't the main characters. Sorry for any inaccurate info in here. What I didn't know, I made up. I just found out that Elliot died in "Summit". He's still alive here and prompted him just for effect.

I'm watching you. I know, you know, I know, you know I'm watching. But you continue to pretend that I'm not. You know the rumors. I do too. We both do. Everyone said we'd be different, but we're just the same. I know you're watching me now. You know, I know, you know, I know you're watching. We're both watching her now. So fragile. She could be or not. I know, you know I'm not sure. He's been there. He is there. He knows, we know, we're watching, and he understands.

She's perfect. Curly blonde hair, fair skin, the cutest little nose, tiny rosebud lips, chubby cheeks, and my eyes. We're watching, half-afraid, half-hoping she'll disappear into thin air as if she was never there. It's happened to him before, but he went through it alone. She doesn't know. He brought Doc like we requested, no questions asked. No one else knows. No one else can. This could kill our lives, our careers. We need to know, we have to. She needs a name. Is she? What if she is? Where'd she come from? What will we do then? They were wrong, we're just like them. Your head's on my chest. I can feel your soft blonde hair tickling my neck. You're crying. So am I. Both of us are. My arms are around your slim frame. She needs a name.

"What should we name her?" I ask you. You look at her and take in her every pore and feature and look up into my eyes.

"Anastasia?" It's not a statement. It's more of a suggestion, again asking for my approval. I nod.

" Anastasia Marie?" We dismiss that one offhand.

"Angela Paige?" I don't know where I came up with that, but I like it. I feel you smile against me.

"Angela Paige. I love it." Is she or isn't she? She was just there and they said she was… I didn't believe it at first, until we started playing together. I'm not sure how old she's supposed to be, but I'd love for her to be...

We're just like them. He and Doc came back. They're standing off to our right. They know. Is she or isn't she? They haven't said. He looks at us, then back at Doc. He smiles cautiously.

"She is." We both start to laugh and cry at the same time. We're both happy she is, but sad at what we know we're going to lose. "Should I congratulate you or are you not keeping her, because I'll take her, if you're not?" Silence reigns for the moment. If we give her to him, we could still see her, right, but she wouldn't be ours. I look to you .

"I want to keep her, but I can't make you want the same." Your bright eyes glimmer.

"You're right, you can't, but I do." We hold even tighter to each other.

"I just talked to General Hammond and got us a few more days here, but don't worry I haven't told him anything. I got us more time, because I thought that maybe you'd like to get to know her before everyone tries to poke and prod her in seven ways when we get back." I feel her confusion and concern at his statement. "That's what they would have done to Shane if they'd known about her. You know as well as I do that there will be no peace for her unless you do something." Shane is his daughter, Shiannon. He's had her since the NID created a child from him and a female officer on his team a few years back. He never told the female officer. It was and still is too dangerous.

"What can we possibly do?" He shakes his head and looks to the Doc. She comes forward.

"For now just get to know your daughter. She's beautiful. We'll figure out a way for her to be safe. A way that you can raise her somewhere where you won't be constantly looking over your shoulder in fear of her being taken." He nods to that.

" Get some sleep, Captain Elliot, Lieutenant Hailey." We both nod and snuggle into our inter-zipped sleeping bags.

"Good night, Colonel O'Neill, Doctor Frasier."

Lt. Hailey

We spend the next two weeks learning everything possible about Angela Paige or Pinky as her father calls her. She's very playful, but can be dead serious. The Colonel has been reporting to General Hammond on everything happening except Pinky's conception and birth, if you could call it a birth. One minute she wasn't there and the next she was. What a harrowing experience. The General has already been half-tempted to send the rest of SG-1 here for a mission, but the Colonel always talks him out of it. His excuse: things are very unstable with the coming and going through the gate. They're barely wanting to let us use it to communicate much less let it bring more stuff through. That's getting old fast. The General was already suspicious with us requesting the Colonel and the Doctor and no one else. Now with the way the Colonel's sidestepping certain questions and giving unsubstantiated information about various things, it's only a matter of time before things get hairier.

I'm here for this communiqué.

"Sierra Gulf Charlie, this Sierra Gulf Niner, please confirm contact."

"Sierra Gulf Niner, this is Sierra Gulf Charlie, contact confirmed. May I ask who I'm speaking to?"

"Yes, sir. You're speaking to Lt. Hailey, sir." There's silence.

"Lt., where's the Colonel, the Doctor, or the Captain?"

"Doing other things, sir." Yep, that probably went over well.

"What other things, Lt.?" He's getting maaaadddd.

"Things that I would know absolutely nothing about, sir." Okay, that's technically not a lie, seeing as they're in this planet's equivalent of a park with Angela and I'm here so how could I possibly know what they're doing?

"Lt., you tell the Colonel that I want you all back here tomorrow morning at the latest or there is going to be hell to pay!" I sigh miserably. Oh fer cryin' out loud.

"Is that a problem, Lt.?" He emphasizes my rank heavily. I must have said that out loud. I have got to stop doing that.

"No, sir. I'll let him know when he returns."

"Where exactly did the Colonel go?" Time to take another page from the Colonel's book.

"Somewhere else, I'd assume, sir, because he 's not here. At least I don't see him anywhere. Do you? Of course you don't, 'cause he's not here to see." Maybe I took the sarcasm a tiny bit too far. *Shrug.* What's done is done, like my career.

"Lt., I'm going to disregard your moment of pure O'Neill-ness as the result of being in too close proximity of him for the last couple of weeks, but watch yourself. I will not tolerate that again." *Eyes cross heavenward*

"Whatever you say, sir." He's not happy with my response.

"Lt., --" I'm bored now and there's everybody.

"Sir, here's everybody. I'll leave, so you all can talk. Bye." I run out of the camera view and catch Angela's hand on my way out.

"Come on, Pinky, we're gonna build a naquaddah generator." She hasn't the slightest idea what that is, but she doesn't hesitate to run, toddle, or stumble along with me until I finally pick her up and carry her. The Colonel yells after me.

"Lt., what did you do?!" I yell back.

" I acted like you!" And then continue to flea. I saw the alarmed look on his face before I took off again. There's most definitely gonna be hell to pay and I'm out of checks. Damn. Talk about your mouth writin' a check your ass can't cash.