As Teal’c put it, the only cure for Hathor’s bio weapon was for the men of the SGC to “present an offering to the goddess of fertility.” In other words, ejaculate. The men of the SGC wouldn’t fully recover until they… came.

Which put Sam in a tough spot. She needed the Colonel’s help if she was going to capture and subdue Hathor. Letting her escape really wasn’t an option.

“I don’t know, Sam, it seems pretty clear to me what needs to be done.” Doctor Frasier wasn’t helping at all.

“Can’t you… I don’t know, can’t you do something medically? Just extract it?”

“You want me to put a needle into the testicles of a special forces Colonel? He would snap me in two, and you know it.”

“Okay, but there has to be another way.”

“There is not. Hathor demands her offering.” Teal’c really wasn’t being helpful anymore.

“Well, why can’t you do it?” Sam asked, glaring at Doctor Frasier.

“You may not have noticed, but Colonel O’Neill is not my biggest fan. You, on the other hand…” The doctor’s smile was easy enough to read. She was hinting openly that Colonel O’Neill had a thing for his second in command.

Sam tried to squelch down that part of her that was proud of being desired by him because the truth was, she wanted him too. Maybe that’s what made it feel so wrong. If she did this, she was damn sure going to enjoy it.

“So, what? I just walk in there and give him a hand job? That’s insane. There’s no way he’ll let me get near him.”

“Well, you might need to play the part. Butter him up a little. You know,” Doctor Frasier suggested with an unsavory grin and a single raised brow. “Seduce him, Captain.”

Sam looked from Doctor Frasier to Teal’c and back again, the flush in her cheeks spreading all the way down her neck.

“Given the situation, I believe that Colonel O’Neill would support this plan,” Teal’c pressed.

“Come on, Captain,” the doctor pressed her case. “It worked on the SFs.”

“That’s different. That was just… This is…”

Both of them looked on as Sam realized there really wasn’t a choice. She unbuttoned her top two buttons and fluffed her hair. She pressed her lips together and swiped them shiny with her tongue.

“How do I look?”

“Like a goddess worthy of accepting an offering for Hathor herself.” Something told Sam that the base’s CMO was enjoying this too much.

“Great. Thanks.” Sam answered and turned to go into the locker room.