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Authors Note: This is a sequel of 'Memories of Tomorrow'. It is highly recommended you read that story first. It can be found at or shoot me an email and I'll send you a copy. I wrote 'Memories of Tomorrow' intending it to be a standalone story only. Only as I was posting the last chapter did the thought of a sequel start entering my mind. I hope it does justice to its predecessor and ends this story arc in a gratifying way.

As always the story is finished. I will post one chapter a night until it is complete. All medical procedures and lingo is completely made up. Any mistakes are mine.

I hope you enjoy.


"Jacob," General Hammond greeted his old friend as he stepped down from the Stargate.

"Is Sam here?" Jacob asked panicky. He looked side to side, hoping to get a glimpse of his daughter.

"Of course she is," Hammond reassured him. Jacob gave a huge sigh of relief, focusing on his friend for the first time since arriving. "What's going on?"

"There's a rumor about a new System Lord."

"I know," Hammond agreed. "We've been hearing the same thing."

"We sent an operative. They reported back it was Sam." Hammond sighed, fully understanding his friend's fear. Everyone had thought Sam died a few years ago, only to have a chance offworld encounter reveal the truth: she was kidnapped and brainwashed instead. Sam had been back almost six months now and the SGC was still adjusting to her presence. Hammond couldn't even begin to comprehend Jacob's fear that after all that already happened to his daughter she could be taken as a host to a Goa'uld. It was beyond every father's worst nightmare.

"She's fine," he reassured his friend. "She hasn't even gone offworld except for the Sanctuary and then she has an SG team with her at all times."

"She's fine," Jacob repeated, closing his eyes to try to get a handle on his emotions. He heard the Stargate engage behind them and opened his eyes in time to see SG-1 stride down the ramp.

"General," Colonel Mitchell came up to them while the rest of his team handed over their weapons and headed to the infirmary. "General," he acknowledged Jacob with a nod.

"Report Colonel."

"Our mission was a success Sir," Cam reported. "The Ondarians are eagerly awaiting the arrival of their prodigal children."

"That's good to hear."

"They also wished to express thanks to those who found their lost children." Cam smirked as he undid his weapons and handed them to the waiting airmen. "I told them Colonel O'Neill would be more than happy to visit them."

"I'm sure he'll appreciate that," Hammond said, only half joking. Jack and Daniel had taken a particular interest in seeing as many kidnapped people get home as they could. Thankfully nearly all of the Inturi victims were reunited with their real families, during the last reunion the people were so grateful they wanted Jack and Daniel to stay with them and even bribed them with land and several wives each. Afterward Jack had vehemently declared that was the last one he would do.

"They did mention a party," Cam smirked.

"Why don't you clear medical and go tell Colonel O'Neill the happy news?" Cam nodded, saluted, and headed toward the elevators. Hammond turned back to Jacob. "Why don't you head down to the labs and see Sam. We'll talk later." Jacob nodded and hurried down to Sam's lab. He stopped in the open doorway, watching the group inside silently. Jack looked up at his approach and gave a little wave, but was content to let him watch in peace. Hungrily, he looked for the one person he needed to see.

She was standing behind a small worktable, staring at a small object that clearly had her full and undivided attention. Jack was standing next to her, rubbing small circles on her back. She frowned, leaning into him and putting her head on his shoulder as she continued to stare at the object. Suddenly she jerked upright. "Tollan," she said suddenly, turning to a lab assistant and sprouting off a series of tests she wanted to do to the object. Jacob smiled, feeling the weight finally leave his chest and stepped fully into the room.

"Jacob," Jack greeted, leaving Sam's side only when she was fully engaged with her lab assistant. "To what do we owe the honor?"

"Does a father need a reason to visit his daughter?" he asked, fully taking in the room. He had been in Sam's lab several times before she had been taken, but he marveled at the changes it had undergone since she returned. The computer banks and equipment that normally lined the walls were gone. In their place several desks stood back to back, with just the single worktable in the middle of the room. Several whiteboards lined the last wall. "I like what you did with the place."

"Joris got the lab across the hall," Jack explained. "They decided to move all the heavy stuff over there and keep this as a sort of think tank slash office." Jacob nodded as he once again looked at the desks, more than just Sam and Joris would need.

"Your mission's a go Colonel," Cam entered the room, writing down something on a pad of paper and putting it on one of the desks. "I should go round up Vala before someone gets hurt," he said, making a hasty retreat.

"Right," Jack said, sitting down at the desk and pulling the pad toward him. He skimmed it before groaning. "Three day festival in our honor."

"At least we'll have a valid excuse for leaving early," Daniel said, entering the room with several books in his hands. He put them on one of the desks and pulled out a folder with several pictures of alien ruins. "They're only giving us two weeks for our dig."

"Which is thirteen days to many," Jack grumbled. "You sure you want to do this?"

"I find the concept intriguing," Joris told them from his own desk. "And I must admit I am feeling slightly overwhelmed. This excursion is just what I need to clear my mind a little. Hello Jacob." Daniel looked up and gave Jacob a wave before continuing.

"You're looking forward to this just as much as we are Jack," Daniel said as he flipped through his book. "I know you're trying to figure out how many different ways you can kill your newbies when the Jaffa ambush us."

"Teal'c," he explained at Jacob's concerned look, "and you can't tell me you haven't wanted to take Wallace down a few pegs." Daniel grinned sheepishly as the banter continued around them. Jacob noticed they all participated, even the lab assistant from time to time, except Sam who still was fiddling with the object on the table with the same single minded attention as before.

"I should go brief George on the latest happenings in the galaxy," Jacob said, excusing himself.

"We'll be breaking for lunch in a few hours," Jack said before he could leave the room. "Feel free to join us if you want." Jacob nodded before retracing his steps to the gate room. He bypassed the control room and headed straight for his friend's office.

"Enter," Hammond commanded after Jacob knocked. He smiled as his friend made himself comfortable. "Feel better?"

"Much," Jacob admitted. Hammond smiled. "I just heard the report and panicked."

"I know," Hammond admitted. "We're all protective of her. You should have seen the way Colonel O'Neill reacted when she took an unexpected trip to the Sanctuary while he was offworld."

"Probably like I just did," he regretfully admitted. Now that he had physically seen his daughter his panic was lessening and he was able to focus on other matters. "Since when did her lab become the official meeting spot for the original SG-1?" Hammond laughed.

"Colonel O'Neill and Dr. Jackson still have offices. They just rarely use them now unless they really need privacy." He finished up the report he was working on and came around the desk to join his friend. "It started when the Pentagon decided to let Minister DeLuan stay. The lab across the hall opened up and it made sense to keep them together for several reasons. When Colonel O'Neill heard about their arrangements he decided he could move his desk in there too. Dr. Jackson followed shortly after."

"And Sam's okay with this?" Jacob asked. "She was always complaining good-heartily about how little work she could get done with Colonel O'Neill bugging her in her lab."

"She's changed Jacob," he said. Jacob sighed.

"Minister DeLuan is okay with it? Jack can be a handful." Hammond nodded.

"I think it was actually his idea. A way for her to interact with people. I think it's just a matter of time before one or both of them start enforcing their boundaries."

"Is she..." Jacob paused, trying to figure out what he really wanted to say. "How is she?"

"She's doing okay," Hammond reassured him. "Better every day."

"That's good," Jacob said, letting go of that particular worry, at least for the moment.