Okay so, this story is going to be pretty much completely AU Season 5, starting right after Season 4. It's a Jam story but it will probably end up being mostly Sam-centric. Hope you like it!

Growing up, I never had a father. Sure my mom had a number of boyfriends that came and went, none of them serious enough to be around for more than a few months, but that was about it. I asked my mom when I was about six where my daddy was and why everyone had a daddy but me. She just gave me a sad smile and said, 'You'll understand someday, Em.

At fourteen, I made it my life's goal to find my biological father. It hasn't been as easy as I thought it would be. First, I found out my birth certificate is concealed and the only person able to have it unconcealed being my mother. Second, my mother absolutely refused to give me his full name. The only thing she told me, one night in a drunken stupor, was that she used to call him Sammy back when they went to high school together. I found her old yearbook from the year she graduated and there he was, my dad. I asked my mom if he was really my father but all she did was glance at me with tear filled eyes, and walk away. When she went on another drinking binge that night, she said that she didn't want me to find out this way and that she was sorry for lying to me for nearly fifteen years.

By my fifteenth birthday, I managed to find out everything I could about my dad. Turns out he's an ex-military SRU officer that lives in Toronto, just a few hours away from where I've spent my entire life. And now here I am, at his current address, just about to knock on the door. Here goes nothing.

"Sam! Stop!" Jules screamed as Sam tickled her sides. She pushed on his chest, trying to get his weight off of her.

Sam had her gently pinned down on the bed, making any of her escape attempts futile. He stopped tickling her and looked at her, laughing, "Then admit I'm the sexiest man you've ever met."

Jules kept her mouth shut, being stubborn as she was. "If that's what you want," Sam started tickling her sides again

"Okay!" Jules squirmed. Sam stopped, looked at her expectantly. "You are one hundred percent the sexiest man I've ever met." She smirked at him.

Sam rolled off her. "See, was that so hard?" He grinned.

"You are pure evil, Braddock." She mockingly glared at him, unable to keep the smile off of her face for long.

Sam just smiled at her, "I love you too." He leaned over and gently pressed his lips against hers for a single moment, immediately taking away her ability to form words. He had that effect on her. Where, with a single kiss, he could clear her mind of any rational thoughts.

"So, what are our plans for the day?" Sam asked, pulling her out of her trance.

"Well since it's our day off and we can do whatever we'd like, I say we do nothing all day." Jules grinned at him.

"Sounds like a plan to me," he smiled back. "But first, let's go eat breakfast. I'm starving."

Jules nodded. "Copy that."

Jules got out of bed and threw on one of Sam's hockey jerseys, the hem reaching past her short pajama bottoms as she slipped those on. Sam threw some pajama pants on and followed Jules out to the kitchen. Jules perched herself on one of the barstools while Sam looked through the refrigerator, contemplating what to have.

"How about bacon and eggs?" he asked, turning his head towards Jules.

"Sure sounds good. How about you make the eggs and I'll make the bacon." She jumped down from the barstool and walked over to one of Sam's cupboards, pulling out a couple of frying pans.

Sam shrugged, " Doesn't matter to me."

The two of them set out making breakfast. An hour later they were washing the dishes, Sam washing while Jules dried, when they heard a knock at the front door.

Jules scrunched her eyebrows together. "I wonder who's here at," she checked the clock, "9:23 in the morning."

Sam shrugged, "Can you get it?" he asked her. "I should probably go put a shirt on."

Jules gave an exaggerated sigh. "If you must," she smirked at him, "I'll go see who it is."

Sam just shook his head, smiling as he headed up to their bedroom. Jules walked over to the door, opening it to reveal a short teenage girl who looked to be no older than fifteen. "Can I help you?" she asked politely.

"Hi, um, my name's Emmy. I was wondering if Sam Braddock lives here," the girl responded nervously.

"Uh yeah, come in," Jules opened the door further, allowing Emmy to step into the front entrance. "Sam, it's for you." Jules called up the stairs.

Sam came bouncing down the stairs, now clad in a plain blue t-shirt. He looked at Jules before turning to Emmy. "Uh, hi," he trailed off, obviously not sure what to say to the girl he'd never seen before.

"Sorry to just show up like this," Emmy spoke with a nervous quiver in her voice. "I'm Emmy Duncan, my mom's Katie Duncan."

"Katie Duncan? From high school?" Sam looked questioningly at the girl.

"Uh, yeah," she glanced down nervously. "Um, obviously you know you guys dated, things happened and, well, I think you're my father." Emmy stammered out awkwardly, looking up at Sam.

Thank you for reading! Reviews are appreciated :)