Sorry, about the long wait. There's only one chapter left. Reviews make me post faster and you could be reading the next chappy on Monday. Otherwise you'll get "But sometimes..." on Monday.

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In accordance with their resolve to get to know each other better they'd taken the same plane back to Colorado.

They sat next to each other, courtesy of the computer who'd immediately recognized them as spouses, thanks to Alyx having taken Jack's last name and dropped hers.

Had she not, they would've sat apart. And Jack would've lost his mind.

On the seat in front of them was a baby. Who cried. Screamed, is more accurate. All. The. Time. The parents were completely incapable of getting it to calm down and as much as Jack loved kids his hangover didn't. And the baby kept on screaming and screaming. Well, until Jack lost the last of his patience, stepped around the seats and gave the kid the sucker it had thrown away, to chew on. What had been a desperate attempt to get it to shut up had, to his great surprise, worked. The problem had been simple: the infant had been crying because it didn't know how to equalize pressure in it's ears, that had risen due to the plane gaining height. The chewing on the sucker had had the same effect as swallowing saliva. Jack had then been, not quite justly in his own belief, hailed as the savior of their section of the plane.

He had probably never been as happy that there was no way Alyx had gotten pregnant as during that flight. A screaming kid and a killer hangover is a combination that can kill even the most resiliant person.

Just too bad he couldn't follow his impulse with the arguing couple on the other side of the corridor and bang their heads together... The woman was having a jealous fit, yelling at her man for sending a look at a cute buxom flight attendant, while the moron was enjoying it and was actually goading her on. Jack was just about to yell at them to stop when the announcement of their imminent landing came.

All through this Alyx had proven worth of diamonds, distracting him and holding him back, talking sense into him, when he wanted to tell the moron not to continue goading on his jealous girlfriend. Tell him in a violent manner, of course. True, her persuading words weren't even in the least loving, she was threatening with not defending him for assault and battery in court, but they had worked wonders. Lets not forget the aspirin she managed to get out of the flight attendants after the baby stopped crying... Following Alyx's example he took the aspirin and stuck headphones into his ears to muffle the outside world. It was enough to make his headache subside. Until the afore-mentioned moron had riled up his girlfriend. Looking at them Jack was struck with the thought that some couples should break up for their environment's sake, if not for the reason they were like a cat and a dog, switching the roles between them.

Following his resolve to introduce himself to his new in-laws (he was treating this as going to the dentist... the sooner you go in, the sooner you're done with it), he went with her and they took a cab to her parents' place to pick her daughters and her car up. Jack was really looking forward to meeting Daddy... riiiiight...

Thankfully, they'd be arriving there during the twins' nap time, so if any violence took place the kids wouldn't be there to witness it.

Hailing a cab he instructed Alyx to get in and tell the cabbie their destination while he stored their stuff in the boot.

Deciding that a short nap to restore his good mood would be in order he exploited the opportunity the cab ride gave him, after shortly explaining his predicament to his new blushing bride. Expecting yelling and pouting, he was pleasantly surprised when she agreed on the merits of a short nap and leaned against him to join him in the land of slumber.

The sudden stop of motion was what woke him up, not the taxist's loud wake-up call. Looking around, he frowned.

' This looks familiar.'

Hearing sleepy protests coming from his side he turned to Alyx "Come on, sleepy head, time to wake up." to himself he murmured "And face the in-laws."

Rubbing her eyes in a way that made her look ten years younger, Alyx woke up and followed him out of the car. Paying the driver he took their staff out of the trunk and followed her as she ambled up the driveway.

Looking at the car parked outside the garage, yet again the feeling of deja-vu assaulted him ' That car looks familiar too.'

He was suddenly interrupted in his musings by Alyx's call "Jack!"

Hurrying up he joined his wife just when the door swung open and all of Jack's questions were answered.

Oh. Crap.

' I'm sleeping with THE General's daughter.'

He tried to ignore all the urban myths rolling through his mind of what happened to guys who dated/married or worse, knocked up their CO's daughters. Suicide missions, additional unwarranted training, "volunteering" for out-of-country assignments, deployments to wars, menial duties, threats with everything from shotguns to tanks,... the works.

With the truth of her paternity now revealed he knew why she had seemed so familiar to him when he'd woken up to her and told her so.

He had once seen the picture of Hammond's family on the man's desk very briefly. It had been taken while Mrs Hammond had still been living and it had been of the entire family, together with a younger Alyx. He had seen the picture for only a second, not long enough to remember her face and to immediately realize she was Hammond's daughter had he ever met her, but just enough to make her facial features familiar when he'd woken up.

And Theresa and Kaileen were the grand-daughters Tess and Kayla Hammond had so lovingly yet briefly mentioned once. Tess is short for Theresa and Kayla for Kaileen.

And Alyx had said many of the men in her life were military....

And then the car in the driveway... it was the same car to who's window he had taken a hockey stick to just a few months ago.

Jack groaned inwardly. There had been so many clues, but because he had not even thought to think of the remote possibility of Alyx O'Neill being the daughter of Major General George Hammond it had never occured to him.

He was soooo dead. Dead as a doornail.

Any day now he'd be sent off on a one-way mission through the 'Gate. If he got lucky it would be to a planet without a DHD. And if not, it would be a planet infested with Jaffa and Snakeheads. It would probably be that last one.

He knew it'd be only a second before Alyx would finish greeting her father and then his life would be over. He was only thankful for the fact that Alyx's daughters weren't present to see their grandfather gruesomely kill their mommy's new husband. From what Alyx had told him on the transit from Vegas they were sleeping right now.

His tombstone would probably say: "Here lies Jack O'Neill, natural born loser, the killer of his own son. Put down like an old dog by his new father-in-law."

Just then he heard it. His death sentence.

"Dad, I'd like you to meet..." her gentle tones were interrupted by his boss' sharp ones.

"Colonel O'Neill?"

And there it was, he was officially dead.

Ladies and gentlemen, may I present you the late Jack O'Neill.

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Btw... the arguing couple... modeled after my sister who is extremely jealous when it comes to her boyfriend and her dumbass boyfriend who loves to goad her on when she's in a jealous fit. When they get going I'm sorely tempted to go out and buy a tazer to use it on them. Or see a veterinarian and try to convince him to give me some tranqs to use it on the two of them.

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