AN - Let's start with hey all. Welcome to my ramblings, or more accurately my SG-1 drabbles collection. These are all song based drabbles as you will see when you get passed my waffle. This is the first time I have ever done this for any pairing I have written, especially a new one that I am still finding my feet with. There should be about twenty-eight of these if my brain doesn't give out on me, or go off on a random writing spree. Anyway, enough of me and on with the actual writing.
"Does he love you like I loved you, does he tell you every day.
Does he make you feel like you're invincible with every word he'll say,
Can you promise me if this was right, don't throw it all away.
Can you do all these things, will you do all the things, like we used to."
"Like We Used To." by A Rocket To The Moon.
"You don't get to call me that unless you actually marry my daughter," Sam remembered her father saying as he looked at the man she was marrying.
How did Jacob know the man would never be in a position to do that? As she watched his ashes being placed within her mother's grave she stood wondering over all the differences between Pete and Jack. They both loved her and she loved them, but differently. With Pete it was a love for the normal, the not nine till five, having something that wasn't work related. Yet with Jack, it was so much more. It was a love forged over the years, though blood, sweat and tears. A love that needed no words, no thinking, no effort.
A love that was held at arm's length for as long as she could remember. There were the team nights when the guard dropped a little. When one or the other was wounded, dying even. It was when one or the other was at their weakest that the other would show that spark, that tiny glimmer of hope in what could be. Turning and walking back to the car she felt his eyes on her, just out of sight but always there. As Mark kissed her cheek she caught a glimpse of him, his presence giving her the strength she needed to carry on.
After showering and changing she curled up on the couch, staring at the pictures above the fire. Cassie, Janet and her mother smiled down at her from their frames. Mark and his family posing from another frame. It was the other pictures that caught her gaze. Pictures of her 'boys'. Daniel, Teal'c and Colonel O'Neill as he was then looked down at her from another picture. A team night at her house full of pizza, beer and tears. The next picture was a team picture, her arms around Daniel's shoulder and Jack's waist. Her head finding its place on Jack's shoulder as they smiled at Cassie while she took the picture. There were no pictures anywhere of Pete.
Finally was the picture that she had spent the best part of an hour looking at. Jacob Carter smiled down at his daughter. The picture was taken a few weeks after he had become a Tok'ra. After blaming him for years for things going wrong she had been given four wonderful years with him, a second chance to know her father and neither of them had wasted it.
Her father had known when he meet Pete he wasn't right for her. Her dad had already picked the man he knew she would end up with. Her father and seen that before she had.
"Don't let the rules and regulations stand in the way of you being happy." He had told her just before he died.
Looking at the picture she knew what she had to do. She had to be with the only man who had earned the right to call him Dad.