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Jack stepped through the gate, tears stinging his vision, and he immediately lowered the gun from Farrin, dropping to his knees.
He had wanted to leave with the boy, that's all, not have to face Sam. But of course she had been there, begging him not to go. He had almost stayed; he wanted to stay, but he knew he couldn't.
"What do you want with me?" Farrin hissed. "All my brother tried to do was help you and your wife, but you treat us like we are some criminals. Why?"
Jack sighed shakily, rubbing a hand through his hair.
"I-" He was cut of by the villagers approaching, and Jack looked up at them, instantly recognizing one of the men making his way over.
"Jack?" The man said.
"Garan." Jack stood, hugging the young man.
Garan smiled, and hugged back, happy to see him again after so long.
Jack pulled back and looked him over.
"God, you have grown. How are ya?"
"Fine. And you? How is life on earth?"
Jack's smile faltered and he looked at the ground.
"Fine."
Garan smiled curiously at him, before turning his attention to Farrin.
"Who is your friend?"
"I am not his friend. My name is Farrin. Where are we?"
"Oh, I apologize. You are on Edora. Please, follow me. Mother will be pleased to see you." Garan said, leading the two men back to the hut that Jack had been so familiar with at one stage.
"Farrin, these people are good people. Please, just go with it. I didn't want to drag you into this, but you were my only way."
Before Farrin could answer, they entered the house.
"Mother, I have a surprise for you." Garan called and moments later, Laira appeared, wiping her hands on a cloth.
"What-Oh Lord! Jack!" She grinned, throwing herself at the man, hugging him tight.
"Hey Laira." He said softly, ignoring Farrin's curious glance.
She pulled away with a smile, looking up at him.
"You haven't changed much. Except for the silver hair."
Jack laughed.
"Neither have you. This is Farrin, a friend of mine."
Laira greeted the boy.
"You men must be hungry. Please come. You too, Garan."
"I cannot mother. If I do not get home, Jade will have my insides for tea." He laughed.
"Jade? Your wife?"
Garan nodded proudly.
"Congratulations." Jack smiled.
'Thank you." He turned to his mother. "I will come around again later." With that he departed, and Laira ushered them into the kitchen, seating them at a small wooden table.
Suddenly, there was a crashing noise from somewhere else in the house, and she sighed.
"Jonathan! Jonathan, come out here, please."
"Coming momma!" A little voice called, and Jack froze, looking over at Laira.
"Jonathan?" He asked, and a small smile appeared on her face.
A little boy ran into the kitchen. He had a short crop of brown hair, chocolate brown eyes glittering with happiness.
Laira nodded, then turned to Jonathan.
"What have I told you about playing in the house?" She scolded the child gently, and he grinned cheekily.
"Not to! But Khai is sick and Peta doesn't want to play today." He looked at Jack curiously.
"Who is that?"
Jack stood and walked over to him.
"I am Jack. I am an old friend of your moms." He said, his heart thumping loudly in his ears.
"Did you come through the Stargate?"
Jack nodded.
"You are my father!" He declared with a grin.
"Jonathan, go play outside." Laira said, shooing the child through the door.
"My…son?" Jack choked out. He knew there had been a slight possibility; after all, he had shared more than one night with her after she had asked him for a child, however he had never thought about it.
"I should have told you, but, I couldn't. You said that you would come back one day, and I waited. But now, we can be a family. Like we always wanted." Laira took Jack's hands with a smile, but it quickly faded as she felt the cool golden wedding band against her fingers.
She pulled away and looked at his hand.
"You are married?"
Jack nodded, staring at the ring sadly.
"Yeah."
"To Major Carter?"
"It is Colonel now…but yes."
Laira took a deep breath.
"Where is she? Why is she not here?"
Jack looked at the ground, memories of his wife crying out for him not to leave flooding his mind.
"I have to go, Laira. I am sorry." He pulled away from her, starting for the door.
"Jack, wait! What about your son? What about Jonathan and I? You promised me…"
'"I know! I promised you a life that I can't give you! I have never been able to give you what you needed!"
"But you did. You gave me a child." And for a moment, it wasn't Laira talking. Instead it was Sam, and she was cradling her stomach.
"And it was taken away from us! It is my fault!"
"Jack? What are speaking of? Jonathan is fine, and nothing is your fault." It was Laira again and Jack shook his head, realizing that he had tears threatening to spill, and he grabbed Farrin lightly, leading them out of the house.
"Jack? Please don't go!" It was Sam's voice begging him, and he declared that he was going crazy. He ignored Laira, heading for the Stargate.
"Dial your planet." He instructed Farrin, and with a glare, the boy did as he was instructed.
"Jack…Jack!" Laira was calling to him, but as the Stargate whooshed to life, he took Farrin's arm and walked through the wormhole.