Hello everyone...this is the last installment of my "Dancing" trilogy...hope you like it, and if you want to see Nick (the real Nick, not my idealized version of him) watch "Dancing With The Stars" starting September 12th on ABC! As always, please read and review so I know what you thought. Thanks!

Kinsah looked over the settlement before him with a sense of pride. His people were doing well for themselves in the 5 years since he had returned from visiting the earth people. He missed them all, especially Jack and Nik'las, and wondered idly howt hey were faring.

Turning his attention back to the task before him, Kinsah picked up the bundle of sticks that he was gathering for the fire in his home tonight so his wife and child would not be cold, and turned to go back down the path when something off in the distance caught his eye. It gleamed like the metal he had seen on Earth and he frowned. There was nothing like that on Hanor and he wanted to know what it was.

Throwing his bundle to the ground, he crept forward through the underbrush until he came to a good vantage point. What he beheld there made his eyes widen. There were Jaffa everywhere and a ship was on the ground.

"Goa'uld." he growled low in his throat. The foul ones were back.

Picking up his bundle hurridly, he raced back to the settlement. They might very well have another fight on their hands.

Jack looked up his report and stretched. He had been promoted to general of the base last year when General Hammond had decided to retire and spend some more time with his granddaughters.

Looking at the picture on his desk, he smiled. Sam was holding their youngest son, 3 year old Nicholas George on her lap while 5 year old Grace Evelyn was standing beside her. The picture next to it was of Daniel, Janet, Cassie, and Michael Jon. Last on the end was the photo he had just received in the mail yesterday from Nick and Lena. They each had one of the 5 year old twins, Daniel Evan and Thomas Kinsah in their arms and they looked very happy.

It was still hard for him to believe that it had been 5 and a half years since the events of Ballroom Bootcamp, and Nick's short tenure with the SGC as an Ethnomusicologist. Children had been born and Cassie had graduated from UCLA as an astrophysicist, something that Sam had been very proud of her for.

In thinking about Nick's son Tommy and even Cassie, Jack was again reminded of young Kinsah. He would be about 24 now and the general wondered how he was getting along.

The phone next to his elbow rang and he answered it. "Hello, General O'Neill speaking."

"Hi honey."

"Hi yourself." he replied, smiling at the sound of his wife's voice.

"I was just calling to make sure you remember that it's your turn to pick up Grace from school today." Sam said.

"Okay. Thanks for reminding me, and I'll see you later. Love you."

"Love you too."

He hung up and made sure that Walter knew to interrupt whatever he was doing at 3 o'clock so he could go collect his daughter. She was smart like her mother and the teachers were currently discussing the possibility of having her skip a grade.

Promptly at 3, Walter poked his head into Jack's office and politely told him to get moving. Jack collected some of the never ending paperwork from his desk and shoved it into the beautiful black leather attaché case Sam had gotten him for Christmas last year as he headed out the door.

Waiting in the long line of cars parked outside Jefferson Elementary, Jack allowed himself the luxary of closing his eyes for a moment. He was almost asleep when a little voice called, "Daddy, wake up! I need you to unlock the doors for me."

He jerked himself upright, pressing the button on the door. Grace opened the door and placed her backpack careful on the seat before closing the door with a gusto that made her father wince as she climbed into the front seat beside him.

"Where's my hug?" he asked teasingly.

She leaned over and threw her arms around him, squeezing a tightly as her little arms would allow her to.

As he pulled out into traffic and made his way home, Grace chatted excitedly about her friends and what she'd done with the special lady that took her out for reading. He smiled fondly, looking at the girl whose features were a perfect blend of him and Sam.

Without Nick and Lena, she wouldn't be here he thought to himself.

Pulling into the driveway, he turned off the engine and helped her get the sticky seatbelt out of the buckle. She again shut the car doors a little harder than he would have liked, but he didn't have the heart to yell at her.

Sam was waiting at the front door for him, little Nicky in her arms. He kissed her in greeting and took his son from her.

"Daddy." he said happily, planting a big kiss on Jack's cheek.

"How's my Nicky?" he asked, carrying the boy into the Living Room with him.

"Good." The little boy replied, squirming. Jack immediately set him down and he scampered off to go play with his big sister.

As he entered the kitchen to help Sam with dinner, he said suddenly, "You know, I was thinking about Nick and Lena today…"

Sam looked up from chopping the carrots and replied thoughtfully, "Actually, so was I. Do you want to give them a call or something?"

Jack shrugged as he took the knife from her and picked up a carrot. "I've been thinking about it, but I don't want to seem nosy or bothersome….maybe I can drop Nick an e-mail later. That seems a little less intrusive."

Sam shook her head as she turned to the stove and got the water boiling in a pan. Since discovering Jack was an English major, she was still a little taken aback to hear him use words like "intrusive" and "bothersome" in his everyday speech.

The family was sitting down to dinner when the special "red phone" rang. Jack's eyes met Sam's across the table in silent apology before he rose to take the call.

"Why do they always call Daddy at dinner?" Grace asked, eating her soup.

"Because they know that Daddy disobeys his diet so they're trying to keep him from eating." Sam replied, a grin on her face.

Grace giggled as Jack's distinctive growl could be heard from the kitchen. He came back in a few moments later looking very grave.

"Jack, what is it?" Sam asked, concerned.

"Kinsah just came through the gate with his sister…he was beaten within an inch of his life, and before he lost conciousness, he said one word… "Goa'uld". I'm needed at the base."

She nodded. "I hope he's okay."

"I hope so too…he's a great boy."