"I want to see the monkeys!" Grace cried, spying the primate house at the zoo. She tugged on Sam's hand, causing the Colonel to chuckle softly.

"Slow down, kiddo. We'll see the monkeys!" She promised.

The five-year-old looked up at her with a grin on her face before she turned back to Jack, who was lagging just a few steps behind them. "Hurry up! We're going to see the monkeys!"

Sam turned back to look at her husband. "How's the knee?"

"Protesting." He admitted. "But okay."

"You sure?"

He nodded as he caught up with them. "Let's go see those monkeys."

"I'll walk slower." Grace promised.

"No need to do that." Jack laughed. "I'll catch up with you sooner or later."

"But I want to see all of the monkeys with you!" She pouted slightly.

He chuckled softly. "All right, all right...we'll walk slower." He said, picking her up and easily swinging her onto his shoulders.

Sam watched carefully, ready to catch the giggling five-year-old or the seemingly invincible fifty-year-old if something went wrong, but despite her readiness, she had to smile as Grace grinned from her perch atop the shoulders of the six-foot-two-inch tall, silver-haired Lieutenant General.

"We're fine, Carter." He teased, softly.

Sam managed a small smile of chagrin. "Sorry, Jack."

"Why'd you call her "Carter"?" Grace asked as they all began their trek to the Primate House.

"That's what I used to call her when we first met." He said, simply.

"Before I married him, that was my last name." Sam explained.

"Oh."

Sam smiled, looking up at the little girl and then back to the path on which they were walking.

"Mr. O'Neill?" Grace asked as they got into the exhibit. "Can you please put me down? I want to see the monkeys up close!"

"Only if you start to call me Jack."

"Okay, Mr. Jack." She said as he helped her to the floor.

Sam had to stifle a laugh. Grace's tone had been so serious that she wasn't sure if the little girl would appreciate the heart chuckle that she was about to impart.

"It's just...Jack..." Her husband murmured as Grace flew to one of the windows which revealed a gorilla in one of the exhibits.

"I don't think she heard you," Sam laughed as she looped her arms around one of his, cuddling up to him for a moment.

"Yeah, well...at least I tried." He shrugged.

"I think it's cute." Sam winked as they caught up to Grace.

"He's looking at me!" She cried, excitedly turning back toward them.

"Sure is." Jack smiled, wryly. "I think he's just happy he found another monkey.

"I'm not a monkey!" She protested indignantly.

Sam watched her husband with interest as he responded.

"What? You're not a monkey?"

She shook her head, seriously, as her curly ponytail fluttered behind her with the movement.

"My apologies, little miss." He said, bowing low before he reached his long arms to her and tickled her with his deft fingers.

She was giggling almost instantly.

"Stop," she managed several moments later, breathless from laughing so hard. "I have to go to the bathroom!"

Sam chuckled as Jack set Grace back on the ground. "Come on," she said, offering Grace her hand. "I'll take you."

"I'll walk with you," Jack offered.

"Don't worry about it." Sam said, shaking her head affectionately. She knew that he rarely liked to admit when his knee was bothering him, so the fact that he had been noticeably lagging behind them because of its stiffness had her more than a little concerned. "We'll meet you back here with the rest of your kind," she teased as she leaned in and offered him a quick peck on the lips before she turned to go.

"Oh, nice. Insult me and kiss me all at the same time."

She turned back to him and offered him a flirtatious wink before she added a little extra sway to her hips as she walked away.

It was only a few minutes before Sam and Grace reached the bathrooms. Sam moved to the side to wait as Grace quickly slipped into one of the empty stalls. The wait was short, and Grace walked out of the stall as a toilet flushed behind her. Sam walked over to her as she walked up to the sink and put her hands up to turn on the water. With a small smile when she saw that Grace was too short, Sam reached her hands around the girl's torso, and easily helped to lift her the extra few inches so that she could turn the water on and reach for the soap. She won a grateful smile as she looked in the mirror at Grace's reflection, and Sam returned it with a grin of her own.

She lowered her to the ground before reaching for a few paper towels from the nearby dispenser, and offering them to Grace who was rubbing her wet hands together.

"Thank you," she said before expertly drying every inch of her hands with the paper towels before she reached up and threw them away.

She turned back to Sam, and motioned for her to come closer as she curled her index finger back toward herself.

Though somewhat surprised, Sam did as she was bade, and suddenly felt Grace kiss her cheek and wrap her short arms around the taller woman's neck in as large a hug as she could muster.

Sam quickly recovered enough to return the gentle hug before Grace let go a few moments later.

"I'm glad you're going to be my new mommy." She said with a satisfied smile as she took Sam's hand and began walking toward the exit.

Sam blinked, unable to respond for a few moments as they walked. Finally, she stopped by a bench, and pulled Grace toward her.

"What?" The five-year-old asked, confused.

"Grace, what...what makes you think that I'm going to be your new mommy?" Sam asked, soberly.

"You're going to adopt me." She said, matter-of-factly. "You and Mr. Jack."

"Well, we're going to try," she admitted. "But there are a lot of people who could say "no"...even though Jack and I want to adopt you very much."

"But they won't." Grace said, confidently.

"Unfortunately, Grace...they might." Sam said, pragmatically.

"They won't." She said, shaking her head, stubbornly.

Sam inhaled. Going rounds with the little girl would do nothing but frustrate them both. Finally, she looked back at Grace. "What makes you say that they're not going to say no?"

"I had a dream."

Sam raised her eyebrows. "What?"

"I had a dream." She repeated.

"Where you saw them say yes..." Sam said, skeptically.

"Don't you ever get dreams?" Grace asked, frustrated.

"Yes, but..."

"Well, I do too. And in my dream, there was a judge who told you and Mr. Jack to take me home because I belonged with you."

"And I want that to happen too," Sam said, seriously. "In fact, I've had dreams about it too, but that's what they are...dreams."

Grace sighed the heavy sigh to which only children could do justice. "In my dream, Mr. Jack said that George Hammond didn't need you anymore. They had a new commander, and you had been...re...uh...reass..."

"Reassigned?" Sam asked with wide eyes. How could Grace have known about her position on the George Hammond? How could she have known that she'd put in for reassignment?

"Yeah. That."

"What other dreams have you had, Grace?"

Grace shook her head vehemently, and Sam saw a monocle of fear slowly growing in the child's eye.

"Grace, I'm not going to hurt you..." She reasoned, more gently. "But I need to know...what other dreams have you had?"

"I don't want to talk about it," Grace whispered with a trembling lip as tears began to well up in her eyes.

Sam swallowed. "Grace, did you know about your parents' accident before it happened?"

Grace was silent as she wiped her eyes with the back of her hand.

"What's going on?" Jack asked as he approached.

"Jack..." Sam said, softly.

"I saw you two standing over here. Thought I'd come to you..."

Sam opened her mouth to explain before Grace broke into a run, flinging herself into Jack's arms as she began to cry.

Jack looked over at Sam, confused, as he began to comfort the little girl who was crying with her face buried in his shoulder as she hugged his neck tightly.

"Jack, I think...as unbelievable as it sounds coming from me...I think she's..."

"She's what?"

Sam swallowed. "Clairvoyant," she whispered, discreetly.

He raised his eyebrows in surprise.