Sorry this took so long but it seems my awesome beta (WENDY!) and I have crazy RLs. Hopefully the next chapter will come faster:P Again its all with the Beta now so it is done done:D

Enjoy:P

Arriving outside the infirmary, O'Neill and Carter saw Fraiser walking down the hall from the operating theater; wiping a stray hair from out of her face.

"Janet, how is she?" Carter asked.

"I'm sorry, She died on the table 10 minutes ago. I couldn't stop her the bleeding," Fraiser said with a look of despair.

"You tried," Carter said, as she put her hand on Fraiser's shoulder for comfort.

"Still not good enough," she said. "Look I have to get back in there." Fraiser continued, pointing towards the infirmary where another SG team were waiting for their post mission check-up.

"Go, I'll catch up with you later for a drink," Carter replied, as she watched Fraiser walk out of the room.

"Yeah, that would be good," Fraiser answered.

O'Neill and Carter made their slow, quiet walk towards the elevators and stepped in. O'Neill pressed the button before speaking up. "You should take the girl's home, I'm sure it would be more comfortable for them."

"I wish I could, but I need to help Janet and Dr. Warner in the lab. I want to make sure we are as prepared as possible," Carter said. "That and I don't want to disturb them. I'm sure they are asleep by now."

O'Neill nodded his head as he remembered all the times he woke up Charlie when he was that age, it was best to leave them be.

"Just don't forget to sleep yourself, Carter," O'Neill stated.

"I won't, Sir," Carter replied.

"Why does everyone call me Sir?" O'Neill asked.

"Sir?"

"Your daughter called me Sir all night. The lady at the ice cream place thought it odd that I had two little girls with me, one calling me Jack and the other one Sir. Now I understand Liz calling me Jack, not wanting to confuse Grace and all. But all Grace would call me was Sir. Sir this and Sir that," O'Neill said. He threw his hands in the air as the elevator door opened to the NORAD level 1. Carter smiled at his frustration but was glad for the lightened mood, considering everything that was going on.

"She must have heard me calling you Sir, Sir," she stated as she walked out of the elevator leaving an amused O'Neill in her wake. She stopped and turned around just in time to see O'Neill smile as he passed her, since he knew the way to the nursery.

The nursery was more than Carter expected, especially since it was in the middle of a military base in a mountain. But the main room looked like an outside area, benches at the side of the room with a few swings, and a fort in the middle of the room. All along the border of the room was an area for tricycles and big wheels. Off the main room were many doors, and by the look of the artwork on the doors, they were for all the different age groups.

"How did I not know about this?" Carter asked, more to herself than to anyone in particular.

"You were too busy with your doodads," O'Neill answered before walking towards what Carter assumed was the head of the daycare. "Hey, we just wanted to check in on them before heading back in," O'Neill whispered.

"That's fine," she said. She pointed to the room off to the left, "I'll be here if you have any questions."

Carter lead the way to the room and opened the cracked door the rest of the way revealing six beds, four of which were bunked against the far walls. Liz and Grace were on the two single beds in the middle of the room, sleeping soundly. Carter made her way over to Grace and moved the hair out of her face before kissing her on top of her head, then moved to Liz and did the same. O'Neill watched from the doorway in awe, never having seen the maternal side of Carter before. He then made his way over to the little girls and took a closer look at them now that they were asleep.

They were identical, and had he not put them into their PJs he never would have been able to tell them apart. How Carter was able to tell the difference boggled the mind. Not knowing what to do, he gently placed a hand on Grace's head- just admiring the little girl that was his. He then turned his attention over to Liz, and although she wasn't technically his child he couldn't help but feel love for her just like Grace. Taking his hand he moved over to Liz and repeated the same gesture. Hearing a noise, he looked over to see Carter in the doorway with a tear running down her face. O'Neill moved towards her.

"Daniel told me that Major O'Neill wanted me to keep Liz should she..." Carter started, but the tears overwhelmed her.

"Shhh," O'Neill said, while he ran his hand through her hair.

"I have lost her once before," Carter tried to speak again. "What's to say..."

"Don't say that. You weren't at fault," O'Neill paused. "I was with them both for a few hours, the other Carter and you have raised very wonderful girls. They were both 'my mom this and my mom that'. You have done well and you will carry on doing well, and if you will let me, I would like another try to do well."

"Of course, Jack, if I had known."

"Shhh, stop beating yourself up over this. You didn't know," he started as he caressed her hair some more. "I know now and I don't want to miss another day." He took her in his arms and hugged her, until she realized that she had to get back to work. Stepping back, she hated to break the mood of the moment but she wiped the tears from her face.

"I would like to do breakfast tomorrow, all of us. So we can talk about everything," O'Neill stated, hopefully.

"Make it lunch," Carter replied as she looked at her watch. "I don't know if I will have enough time to eat and visit."

"How about the girls and I have breakfast, and I run them to your house for some fresh clothes and then we meet you here for lunch, maybe even get you off this base for a little bit," O'Neill asked, hopefully.

"I would like that," Carter answered. "I better get back."

"I'll see you tomorrow," he replied, as she walked out the door.