Jack told Sam while they walked in the hospital parking lot. "When Harry was born they wanted to use a family name, I was able to persuade them, if it were a boy to name him after my grandfather, Harry Jackson, if they had any sense of decency they'd name him after Harry, not me."

"Any relation to Daniel," she asked her eyes twinkling. The look on Jack's face was hilarious.

"Nope, believe me; I've checked that out---three ways from Sunday. It's screwy enough you're my daughter-in-law's sister-in-law. To have three out of the four of SG1 related to each other would've been way too much."

"Jack, tell me your first name, why is it classified?"

"It is a family name, and for nearly a thousand years nearly every generation has had the misfortune of one son with my name."

"Jack quit stalling. It can't be that bad, can it?" She was starting to laugh.

"Angus" he mumbled as they took the elevator to maternity.

"I don't believe I heard you." Sam looked like she was going to do bodily harm if he didn't tell her clearly.

"It's Angus, you happy now." He scowled at her; this was not how he'd wanted to let her know.

"I can see why you prefer Jack" she said, chuckling. At the correct floor, they checked with the receptionist to find out what room Shaun Malloy was.

"Malloy" he told the redhead nurse, who reminded both of Janet Frasier. "Someone will be out shortly; may I have your name?"

"Jack O'Neill, and Samantha Carter, I'm the grandfather." He said with pride.

"I don't care if you're the president of the United States, you need to wait until someone on the staff comes for you; it's for the privacy of our patients, the security of the babies." She left before they could say anything.

Jack and Sam reluctantly took a seat where they could watch the comings and goings; Jack hoped Sam would come out shortly to give them an update. They didn't dare go any further, didn't want to check each room, Jack admitted to Sam, frankly, that the Janet wannabe intimidated him. Jack didn't want hospital security to toss him. The next few minutes seemed to take hours, but finally Sam stuck his head out the door; he was gowned, "She's about to have the baby, I don't want to re- gown. We're in room 524." Sam closed the door, leaving them to wait. The next few minutes seemed to go by even slower; Jack felt as if they were in another time dilation. If he'd asked Sam, she would have agreed with that assessment.

At 1001, Sam came out of the delivery room, grinning from ear to ear. He stripped off the gown, placing it into the rightful container. "The baby's here, everything is okay, ten fingers, ten toes."

"Well, what is it" Jack asked, "What's the baby's vital statistics."

"The baby weights 7 pounds, 3 ounces and is 19 ½ inches long." Sam informed them, he was deliberately egging his father by not imparting whether it was a boy or a girl.

"Sean, don't make me call you by your full middle name" Jack threatened, as he knew both didn't care for Angus. Usually, just the threat of its use would get the other to cave.

Carter smirked, here was the same man whom she knew could move nary a muscle for hours while on surveillance off-world; here he was, acting worse than a kid in a candy store, wanting the information about his latest grandchild.

"The baby's name is...James Collin Malloy James after mom's father, Collin after Shaun's granddad." Jack gave his son a manly hug, then hugged Sam, then both together.

"Shaun will be able to see you; if you come back in twenty minutes you'll be able to see them. Then could you please get the kids so they can see their baby brother." Sam and Jack agreed. "I'm glad Jim came today, I can be at the ceremony tomorrow. Shaun will miss it; they won't release her until noon tomorrow, I'll come here after the ceremony to take them home."

"Sam, since Jim arrived, I think I should stay at a hotel," Samantha suggested. She didn't want to be a bother.

"Sam stay with me, there's no need to get a room; I have more than enough space for a guest." Jack said temporarily forgetting the reason she was staying with the Malloy's in the first place. "We're no longer in the same chain of command, nobody would think twice about it if you were a guy."

"I'll think about it sir." Jack knew that meant no.

Within twenty minutes, a nurse with a much sunnier disposition came to inform them Shaun was ready. Jim was definitely the youngest baby Jack had ever seen or held, he'd not been present when his other grandchildren were born, unaware of their existence when both Charlie and Sam were born. At first glance, it appeared that Sam's youngest child would take after his grandfather in both looks and disposition. Later Jack and Sam left to pick up his grandchildren. After they left the hospital, Jack turned his cell phone on to call Ian, his clone, informing him of the addition to the family.

Ian's existence was the only secret Jack now held from his son. The existence of the duplicate was a highly guarded secret, even in the SGC. Ian couldn't have contact with his family--for obvious reasons, so Jack kept the teen current on the family. This meant pictures and videos Jack sent to Ian. This was one request of Ian Thomas MacGyver.

Harry, naturally, was excited; he finally had a little brother. He loved Catie, and heaven help whoever messed with his sister, but he'd wanted a little brother. Excused from school for the rest of the week was a treat for Harry. Jack was on the emergency call list; but Sam wasn't and she waited while he went to retrieve the youngster. Then to pick up Caitlin at her gymnastic lesson Jack went in alone Sam stayed in the car with Harry. Once on the way to the hospital Catie asked if she "could get baby a pwesent".

"Why do you want to get baby a present?" Sam asked the tyke she couldn't figure out why Catie was so adamant.

"Cuz it's his birthday and on your birfday, you get pwesents' she said in a matter of fact tone the look on her face said, "Duh!"

"Must be your family's warped sense of logic," Jack said as he failed to contain a snicker. Caitlin had a pure MacGyver/O'Neill look of exasperation of another's idiocy. Now Sam knew why Catie's looks seemed familiar to her.

"No, I think it's yours," Sam smirked, summoning all her military training as to not to submit to hysterical laughter at the reactions of both grandfather and granddaughter riding in the car with her. They stopped at a mall on the way to the hospital. Everyone wanted to get something for the infant. They found what they wanted in just one store; a stuffed animal from Caitlin, and a complete hockey outfit---which would fit Jim in several months from Harry and Jack. The two joined forces to get him outfitted for the sport they both enjoyed. Sam rolled her eyes when the two saw the outfit. Her plan was to pay for a diaper service for a month's use. However, she couldn't pass up buying a tuxedo onesie. With purchases paid for, they went to the hospital where the children were suitably impressed with the baby. Caitlin and Harry were surprised to see how small their brother was and amazed to find out Jim was larger than either were at birth.

When Sam took her niece and nephew out of the room, Jack told Shaun he'd work it out so she'd be able to go to the White House later. "I thought the ceremony was at the Pentagon." Shaun asked her father-in-law and Sam was clearly stunned to know his father had close access to the current President.

"I can't say much about his choice of running mates, but Hayes is a good egg, he's had to deal with things the general public would have serious panic attacks about. I think he's the right man for the job even if I don't agree with his politics." Sam figured Jack was talking about the Stargate so he didn't press.

Hammond had told select members of the SGC what occurred when Anubis attacked earth. Hayes stood his ground while, cowardly Kinsey had left DC so quickly there might as well have been a tornado warning in DC. Hammond recounted, from a highly reliable source: Dr. Elizabeth Weir, the commander of the SGC at the time; that when the President fired his running mate; he'd been in the oval office, on the phone to Doctor Weir. He also told Robert Kinsey there was enough on him to have him shot, meaning the information was of a highly sensitive and treasonous nature. Hammond confessed that there'd been more than smiles on the faces of those in the room when that occurred. Those who'd worked closely with Kinsey were smiling the largest. He'd given politicians a bad name.