"That was a nice thing to do," Daniel said when he came standing beside her.

"What was?" Ilse questioned.

"Letting Jack go to get Cassie, I know it means a lot to Sam for her to be here."

"Yes, I know, Jack told me, that's one of the reasons I suggested it. It had absolutely nothing to do with 'letting' him do anything, I'd think you would know there's no 'letting' Jack do anything," she chuckled softly.

Daniel laughed at her response, realizing she was right; apparently, she really did know him… He wasn't sure whether that was a good thing or not; Jack needs someone that knows him, but that someone should be Sam in his mind – Sam shouldn't marry Pete and Jack shouldn't be with Ilse, he thought. However, at least he liked Ilse a lot better than Pete… "Yeah, I guess you're right."

Ilse beamed at him and asked him where he'd ditched his Tok'ra.

"What? No, it's not like that…"

"Please, Daniel, Jack told me about Anise… and Freya, by the way. I know Anise wants to jump you," she giggled.

"No, she doesn't!" He hastily said which only made her laugh louder. "Jacob took Anise with him to introduce her to some people with clearance, she was starting to ask too much questions that were too obvious."

"I see, so why are you here?"

"What do you mean? Sam is like a sister to me and-"

"No, I mean why are you standing here with me?" she interrupted him. "Like you just said, Sam is like a sister to you and yet here you are keeping me company. All your friends are mingling and talking amongst themselves…"

"I figured that maybe you wanted to talk to someone," he suggested sheepishly, knowing she saw right through him.

"You thought I needed someone to talk to now that Jack has left?"

"Yeah, I guess… So, tell me, you're an art dealer?"

Grinning at his attempt, Ilse decided to humor him for the moment. "Yes, I am."

"In Europe?"

"I mostly live in Europe, the Netherlands to be exact, but I have firms around the world, including a few in the United States."

"Really? My grandfather was Dutch," Daniel exclaimed.

"Jack told me… does that mean you speak Dutch?" She figured she might as well ask him, maybe he'd be honest – which she suspected since Jack always calls him their moral compass – and then she'd know if she actually had to keep her mouth shut in front of him.

"Well, I was very young when he died and my family wasn't that close, since we were always traveling because of my parents' research," he explained.

"But Jack told me you speak over twenty languages?"

"Yeah, well, Dutch isn't one of them," he bashfully admitted. "I can read it a bit, but it's a difficult language to speak and understand. I can speak a few sentences, but I'm not sure if my pronunciation is correct," he stated before trying a few sentences.

Ilse had trouble subduing her laughter as she listened to him to try to introduce himself, ask her how she was doing, asking for directions and the time and she laughed aloud as he tried to hit on her. "You're right," she giggled, "your pronunciation is horrible!"

Sam turned her head in Daniel's direction as she heard a melodious laughter followed by Daniel chuckling and was annoyed to see that Daniel and Ilse seemed to be getting along perfectly. Trying to stomp down her envious feelings, she sipped from her drink and tried refocusing her attention to the conversation she and Pete were engrossed in. Just a little over an hour until Cassie and the General will be here…

Daniel was called away by Teal'c and told Ilse he'd be back so they could talk some more later. Ilse just nodded and watched him leave, before turning towards the bar. "I'll have a Heineken, please." She waited for the bartender to hand her the bottle and she frowned, preferring to drink out of a glass, but of course he didn't have the Heineken on tap. Damn! She was looking around and eventually spotted Jacob on the terrace; she'd wanted to learn more about the alien life out there so she decided to talk to him. But as she was walking over to him, Rob and Mike – Pete's buddies from their table – stopped her to talk to her.

"Sorry guys, I was just going to talk to Jacob…"

"Oh, come on honey, I'm sure he won't mind. We just want to talk to you," one of them – she'd forgotten whom was who – said to her.

"Well, to be honest, I don't really care," she stated, trying to politely walk away.

Now the other guy was blocking in her path, standing unsteadily on his feet. "If I flip this coin," he mumbled unclear, holding up a coin. "What are the chances I'll get head, honey?" He smirked smugly, clearly proud of himself.

Ilse huffed, trying to keep her self-control by silently counting to ten. "Very charming, did you find that one online while google-ing for the most condescending pickup lines?"

Jacob chuckled, overhearing her response. He'd watched them, fearing Jack's date might get in trouble with those two, but he realized he had nothing to worry about with a tongue that sharp.

'It is a good thing, Jacob, O'Neill needs someone to ground him and if that someone is not Samantha, this young woman will be a good choice,' Selmak told him. Jacob agreed with her and wondered if he should interfere now or wait for her to solve it herself.

"Oh, I see," the first guy – Mike or Rob – said. "What you only like your men older? Or do you think we can't afford you?"

"Are you fuckingkidding me?" Ilse exclaimed, furious at being called a prostitute. "Just because I'm not interested in the two of you I must be a hooker?"

"Now you're playing coy? If you're not a hooker, then what the hell are you doing with that old geezer? I mean, come on, he's like twice your age-"

"Yeah, he's right. So what, you're not a hooker but an escort, because those never mind taking it a step further for the right price." The other guy chimed in, grabbing her arm.

Jacob stepped forward to teach those friends of Pete a lesson, since Jack wasn't here to defend Ilse – or himself. But as he reached the three and forced the drunk guy to let go of her arm, she shook her head at him.

"Like I said earlier, I look younger than I am and Jack is by no means twice my age. Even if he was, I'd still rather sleep with him than any of you. Unlike you, he is tall, charming, honorable, a tad dangerous, sexy as hell – especially with those silver hairs of him – and has a body most men my age can only dream of, including the two of you. No amount of plastic surgery could give you his toned body or his good looks," she huffed, "not to mention that I doubt you could keep up with him."

To say that he was surprised was an understatement, Jacob thought, looking at the woman who was practically mowing those men down with her sharp tongue.

"And if you don't believe me, ask your wife, she's been ogling him since she laid eyes on him – just remind her he's going home with me," Ilse stated, before turning around and dragging Jacob with her.

"Here I was afraid you wouldn't be able to handle yourself," Jacob chuckled as they were standing in a corner of the terrace. "With a tongue like that we could've used you to get rid of the Goa'uld."

Smiling, Ilse swatted his shoulder softly in an admonishing gesture. "Yeah, well, I had a great teacher. Man, I can't believe guys like that actually exist at this age."

"Yeah," Jacob agreed. When he'd been that age most men were more respectful towards women. "And that are supposed to be Pete's best friends," he sighed.

"Well, I can tell you they make crappy character witnesses…"

"Thank you for picking me up," Cassie told Jack as they entered the parking lot.

"Yeah, sure you betcha, kiddo," Jack said, patting her knee.

"No, really Jack, I'm sure you had other things on your mind," she said. Glancing sideways she noticed the look he was sending her and she continued. "Yeah, I guess you didn't mind skipping the party, huh? I really don't like that guy, Sam deserves so much better-"

"Cassie," Jack interrupted her, having a pretty good idea of what had been coming next. "Carter says she loves him and wants to marry him, so we should be happy for her."

"But Jack-"

"Cassandra," he said as a warning.

Relenting, she rolled her eyes and sighed. "Fine, I'll pretend to be happy."

"That's my girl," Jack smirked at her, before getting out of his truck.

"So, how was the party? I mean, you seem pretty sober and I wouldn't have stepped in the car with you if I thought you'd been drinking, so…?"

"I wouldn't have stepped into the car if I'd been drinking, Cassie. I only had a few sodas," he huffed. Soda wasn't really his thing and he sure as hell could use a few beers… "I knew I'd be driving tonight, so I decided not to drink."

"I don't understand, it must be killing you to watch them…" Cassie's soft voice trailed off.

"Yeah, well, drinking wouldn't change that, now would it? Besides I promised Ilse I'd stay sober so she could drink."

"Ilse?" Cassie squealed surprised.

Jack looked at the teenager and knew he had a lot of explaining to do…

"Cassie!" Sam exclaimed when she finally saw the alien teen walking inside. She'd been checking the clock the entire time, the General sure had taken his time to get back here…

Cassie walked over to Sam and hugged the woman who was like a second – well, maybe third – mother to her. "You look beautiful Sam!"

"Thanks, you look great too, honey."

"Hey Cassie," Pete said, turning towards the girl, trying to be friendly.

"Hi Pete," Cassie said, before turning. "I'm going to say hi to Daniel and Teal'c."

It didn't take her long to find Teal'c, he was sticking out with head and shoulders and she threw herself in his arms "Teal'c!".

"Cassandra Fraiser, it is most pleasant to see you once again," Teal'c said while hugging the girl in his big arms.

"You too, T," she smiled up at him. "Where is Daniel?"

Teal'c nodded to his right and she saw him talking to an unknown man, woman and Jacob. She disentangled herself from Teal'c and went over to them.

"Cassie," was all Daniel could muster before the breath was pressed out of his body from the force she threw herself at him.

"Hi Daniel," she smiled innocently. Then she turned and saw Jacob smiling at her. "Grandpa Jake," she exclaimed before launching herself at him.

Mark had been startled when the young woman had thrown herself at Dr. Jackson, but he almost had a heart attack as he saw her launch herself at his father. Grandpa Jake? He was wondering what the hell had been going on in his father and sister's lives he didn't know anything about. Mark was even more surprised as he watched his father not even move an inch at the impact and proceeded to hug the girl.

"It's good to see you too, kiddo," Jacob said, hugging her. 'Having you to share my body with you definitely has its pros,' Jacob told Selmak, referring to his strength to stand his ground as Cassie had launched herself in his arms.

"I missed you guys," Cassie sulked.

"You could always visit, you know?" Daniel stated, "After all, you know where we live."

"Please, I'm a poor student and don't have the money to buy plane tickets," she whined playfully.

"Cassie, let me introduce you to Anise," Jacob said gesturing towards Anise, knowing that Cassie's naquadah would reveal to her that Anise was a Tok'ra.

Anise gave her a curt nod with her head and Cassie smiled back at the woman, repressing the strange tingling sensation she always got when being in close proximity to a Tok'ra or Goa'uld. After all, she'd had a lot of practice; at first with Teal'c, when he still carried his symbiote around and later with Jacob.

"And this is my son, Mark Carter," Jacob said proudly, clasping Mark's shoulder.

"Sam's brother?" Cassie cheered, refraining herself from launching in his arms. Instead she held out a hand with a big smile on her face. "I guess that makes you my uncle."

"Huh?" Was all Mark could utter.

"Cassie? I want you to meet Ilse," Jack stated from behind them.

Cassie turned around at the sound of his voice and eyed the tall woman next to him. Jack had explained everything to her outside on the parking lot, which was why they'd gotten inside so late. However, it was still strange to actually see the woman, but it was obvious to her that she cared a lot about Jack, like herself. So she smiled at her and extended her hand. "Hi, I'm Cassandra Fraiser."

"It's nice to meet you, Cassandra. My name is Ilse; Jack said he told you about me?"

"Yup," was all Cassie would say. She wasn't going to 'out' them to everyone here. The way Jack had explained it to her, everyone had just assumed they were in a relationship and both he and Ilse had denied nor confirmed it. Sam had made her choice and unfortunately, it looked like she had chosen Pete, which upset her more than she would let on… and if Sam wanted to believe that Jack had moved on as well, then that was her choice as well, Cassie thought stubbornly. I'm sure if Mom had still been alive, she would've stopped Sam from doing something so stupid and hurting Jack in such an unforgiving manner…

Jack could overhear Jacob talking to Mark Carter and it sounded like he was telling him about Cassie – Didn't Carter tell her own brother about Cassie?Turning, he saw the beer bottle in Ilse's hand. "Since when do you drink out of a bottle?" He asked her, grabbing the bottle from her hand and taking a swig.

"Jack! You promised not to drink so you could drive us back," Ilse admonished him. "If you hadn't, I would've brought my driver's license with me and wouldn't have ordered any alcoholic beverage…"

"It's just a sip, Ilse, don't worry I'll drink soda the rest of the night," he winked at her and Cassie, which elicited an eye roll from both women.

"Grandpa George!" Cassie exclaimed as soon as she saw General Hammond and she ran off to greet him.

"So Jack, I have to tell you you've gotten yourself quite a woman," Jacob started.

Jack eyed Ilse suspiciously, before drawling out a "Why?"

"Oh, it's nothing," Ilse said quickly.

"What has happened Jake?" Jack asked suddenly serious.

"Some friends of Pete were, eh…" Jacob stopped, not sure how to proceed.

Sighing, Ilse looked at Jack. "Look, it's nothing, they tried hitting on me, and I let them down… gently."

Hearing Jacob snort at her last word, Jack chuckled. "You mean you showed them that razor blade you call a tongue?"

Her smirk was the only answer he needed and he chuckled again, watching her smirk grow bigger.

"Am I interrupting something?" Sam asked slightly irritated, watching a silence descend onto the three of them.

"Nothing important, Carter," Jack grinned, probing Ilse in the side.

"Where's Mark, Dad?" She decided to ignore the General and his girlfriend, who were acting extremely childish – not that she cared.

"He went over to Daniel with Anise, I think, Sammie."

Ilse had grabbed Jack's hands, preventing him from trying to tickle her and she turned towards Jacob and Carter. "Now, if you don't mind, I want to dance."

Jack looked at her, his eyebrows almost touching his hairline. "Dance?"

"Yes, with you, right now. Move that six of yours flyboy," she joked, pulling on his arm.

Sam and Jacob stared at the pair as they left for the dance floor.

"I didn't know Jack could dance…"

"Me neither, Dad… and to be honest, I'm not sure he can," Sam chuckled.

"I don't know why you insist on dancing with me, because I have two left feet, ya know," Jack said as Ilse pulled him with her over to the dance floor.

She skeptically raised a delicate brow. "Ah, I don't think so. You see, I seem to remember this weekend about twelve years ago when my sister's brother came over and taught me how to dance…"

"Crap, I just knew that would come back to haunt me some day," Jack muttered. Still, he grabbed hold of her; one hand intertwined with hers held up in the air and the other placed on her hip, pulling her closer to him. He looked up to see that they were the only pair dancing, besides the old couple that had been dancing for a few numbers. "So… nothing happened?"

"No, Jack, they tried and I shot them down. Besides, if they had planned something you still needn't worry since Jacob was there, watching me because you were gone. It was quite sweet actually, first Daniel came up to me, pretending to want to talk to me but it didn't take him long to admit he thought I needed someone to talk to since you were picking up Cassandra. I don't know how that man could ever withstand torture, seeing as how easily he folded… Oh and he hardly speaks any Dutch by the way, I asked. Apparently his grandfather died when he was very young and his parents didn't stay in touch that much, so he never really learned. He thought he could speak a few sentences, but I almost ended up on the floor laughing," she giggled. "Anyways, after he left I went over to talk to Jacob and then those losers came, and Jacob wanted to step in but I told him I could handle it."

"Good, because if they'd hurt you I would've killed them," Jack jokingly said, but meaning every word of it.

"I know, now shut up and just dance."

Jack walked her back to their table and saw that Cassie was ignoring their seating arrangements, since she had inserted herself between him and Jacob. Jack just petted her hair, before sitting down in the chair next to her – leaving Ilse to follow suit.

"You know what; I'll go get something to drink. Another soda for you Jack or do you want something else?"

"I'll have some OJ," Jack absentmindedly answered.

"Cassie?"

"I'll go with you," Cassie said as she noticed Pete and Sam walking back to their table. She hurried to catch up with Ilse and when she reached the bar, Ilse was already ordering and looked over her shoulder to ask her what she wanted. "Um… a beer?"

"And a Heineken, please," Ilse told the bartender and accepted the drinks he gave her. She handed Cassie her beer before walking back to their table, with Jack's orange juice and her own Coebergh. They were chatting amicably when they went to take their seats – Ilse noticed that Pete sent Cassie a glare for ruining the seating arrangements, but she just shrugged at the girl.

"Cassie, you're not supposed to sit there," Pete tried. "That's the General's chair."

Jack looked up to see Carter looking at him with pleading eyes, so Jack got up and sat back in his chair.

Ilse sat back in the chair assigned to her and turned to Cassie – who was supposed to sit next to Teal'c, who was sitting next to Daniel and Anise – and gestured to Daniel's empty seat with a quirk of her eyebrow.

Deciding that she might actually like this Ilse, Cassie smiled at her before plopping down in Daniel's chair. They picked up their conversation and in a few minutes Cassie was asking her about her and Jack in a soft, whispering tone. She was surprised to hear that Ilse – and her sister – had actually convinced Jack to talk to Sam, but that she had rejected him. She let out a surprised "Oh!" before clasping her hand over her mouth. She couldn't believe Sam had done that! After everything Jack has done for her she just rejected him?

"Look, no one knows about this besides Lily, Carter, Jack and myself, and I don't think Jack wants anyone to know," Ilse whispered to Cassie, who nodded her understanding.

"Not a peep," she replied, taking a swig of her beer.

"Cassandra Fraiser, what are you drinking?" Sam asked in a scolding tone.

"Um… a beer?"

"Sir?" Sam almost barked at the General, wondering if he had given Cassandra a beer – and if so, why?

"Don't look at me, Carter, I had nothing to do with it," Jack said, holding his hands up in front of him in a defensive gesture.

"Cassie, how did you get that beer? Was it the bartender?"

"Um…"

"I got her one, why?" Ilse said lighthearted.

"Why?" Sam almost squealed.

"She's under aged, that's why," Pete said in his detective voice.

"Oh! I'm sorry, I didn't realize," Ilse said, apologizing. "Really, I swear. But I mean, look at her, she looks old enough, doesn't she?"

"Actually I don't think she looks like she's twenty-one," Rob – or Mike – said, apparently having returned to the table.

"Oh, right," Ilse said in a soft tone, understanding dawning on her. "I forgot, sorry," she looked at Jack.

"Yeah, figures," he smirked. "Well, it's not a big deal, let's forget about it. Besides, Cassie never should've taken the beer from you, should you Cassie?"

Cassie almost giggled at his parental tone, but biting down her lip stopped the giggle from leaving her throat and she just nodded, trying to look at him with innocent eyes.

"I don't know General, she was providing an under aged teenager with an alcoholic substance," Pete stated in his detective voice again.

"Oh please, you make it sound like I forced a bottle of vodka down her throat," Ilse said exasperated, rolling her eyes.

"Well, I think it is a serious situation!"

"Come on, she's what, eighteen right?" After receiving a nod from both Carter and Jack, she continued. "So that makes her perfectly legal to drive a car, get a license to own a gun in several states, play in a porn movie, vote for elections but she has to wait three more years before being allowed to drink a beer?"

"Well, that's the law," was all Pete could think of to answer.

"Yes, I don't want you corrupting Cassie," Jack teased her.

"Please, it's not like she was smoking pot unlike your friends on the terrace," Ilse said with disgust on her face.

Mike and Rob both started to object and deny that they had been smoking pot, but Jack interrupted them. "I'm pretty sure she can tell, can't you?" He asked Ilse, waggling his eyebrows.

"You're never going to let me live that down, are you?" She sighed, referring to her attempt to rebel over twelve years ago.

"Nope," he grinned. "I guess I should be glad you gave her a beer instead of a joint," Jack teased, ending up on the receiving end of a punch on his shoulder.

"Pete, where are you going?" Sam asked as he was getting up.

"I'm going to have a talk with them," he whispered, indicating Rob and Mike, before giving her a peck on the cheek.

"Look Sam, Ilse is right; it's no big deal, we drink beer all the time," Cassie started, seeing Sam's startled face she continued. "On campus I mean, when there are parties I sometimes drink beer."

"So I heard Pete saying there is some good art around here?" Daniel asked Sam trying to lighten the mood, while enjoying his dinner.

"Oh, yeah, there was a painting from his favorite artist, which he showed me. It was rather peculiar; the painting had a woman on it, sharp in detail while the back was fading and after watching it for a while it felt like something changed. It was really unnerving, I don't know what, maybe it were her eyes or something. Pete said there's another painting that has a doe in it and he could swear the doe moves if you look at for a minute."

Ilse's hand froze in mid air, her fork still holding a piece of dessert. "Does it happen to be by Brock?"

"Yes, that's the painter, have you heard of him?" Pete exclaimed.

"Yeah, I know him… My firm sometimes mediates his sales, but mostly as a personal favor since he's a good friend of mine."

"Really, you know him?"

Ilse just nodded, feeling a bit dreadful.

"So, this painting had a woman on it, you said Carter?" Jack asked curiously, recognizing the look Ilse sent him. He knew she sometimes modeled, that's how her passion for paintings really formed – no matter how much her mother tried to claim her own influence, he knew better. Anna's family had been in the art dealing business for decades and she'd wanted her daughter to follow in her footsteps, but Ilse hadn't been interested at first. She wanted to become a singer – and she really has a good voice – and started modeling as a teenager and eventually posed for an artist. Lily on the other hand, had flat-out refused to work that business and started her own career as a singer and musician.

"Yes Sir, why?" She looked at him askance, wondering why he was suddenly so interested. As far as she knew, the General wasn't into paintings or any form of art.

"Just being curious, Carter. Where is this fine looking painting?"

After they had finished their dessert, Sam took them – Ilse, General O'Neill, Pete and Daniel – to the painting and when they were standing in front of it, it suddenly hit Sam. "You're the woman, aren't you?"

Ilse looked up at the painting, seeing her own green eyes staring back at her from behind the eye mask and glanced at Jack, realizing he'd recognized her as well.

"Well, this is weird and uncomfortable," Jack muttered as Daniel, Shanahan and Carter were looking back and forth between Ilse and the painting.

"You think?" Looking at the other three people that were standing in front of the painting, she started to explain. "When I was in my teens my mother wanted me to take over the family business – which was art dealing. She was mostly interested in dusty artifacts, which you can imagine didn't interest me at all. I loved singing, I wanted to become a professional singer, and when I was scouted by a modeling agency while shopping, I accepted the job for extra income and hoping to get into that glamour world. Turned out I didn't like modeling at all and I certainly didn't like that world. One time one of the photographers asked me if I would be interested in posing for a painting, and I figured 'what the heck,' right? Turned out I enjoyed that far more than photo shoots and I quickly started to like art in the form of paintings. Eventually, I finished high school and went to college to get prepped for the family business, making paintings my specialty. That's how I came in contact with Brock and he asked me to pose for him one day and I said yes. That one painting quickly turned into a series, and this is one of its results."

"How does he do it?" Daniel asked, in a spell by the painting.

"I have no idea, but I really love his work, it's just a bit weird running into myself," Ilse explained.

Sam had to agree with her on that. No way Pete's mother was buying him one of those paintings for the new house – it would only remind her of her and the General! No, that wouldn't be a good start of their marriage, Sam mused.

"Jack?" General Hammond's voice sounded down the hall and Jack quickly left, in search of his commanding officer.

"Yes, what is it, Sir?" Jack asked, finding Hammond a few doors down.

"I was wondering if we could continue our chat from the barbecue the other day…"

"Yeah, sure you betcha," Jack smiled and after seeing Hammond's face he quickly added a belated "Sir".

Ilse was feeling very uncomfortable with the three of them glancing at her and the painting. Clearing her throat, she told them she had to go back to ask Cassie something, and she quickly left. She found Cassie talking to Teal'c and joined the conversation.

She was still standing there when Jack came looking for her. "Want to dance?" He asked her, taking her hand.

Startled by his request, Ilse nodded and followed him to the dance floor. "I thought you didn't want to dance."

"Yeah, but this way we'll be able to talk without being interrupted," he smirked at his own strategy.

"Okay," she drawled out. "What do you want to talk about?"

"Remember those papers you gave me?" He felt her body stiffen in his arms, unprepared to talk about the subject. "Relax, I already signed them. You were right; Lily asked me to do this for her and I want to do it, especially now."

Ilse relaxed in his arms and nodded at his explanation. "I understand, then what is there to discuss?"

"Did I tell you about what Hammond and I talked about during the barbecue?" She was shaking her head, so he continued. "He wants me to take his job, he's finally ready to retire and he and the President want me to take over Homeworld Security."

"Wow, that's huge," she beamed at him, proud and happy. "What did you tell him?"

"Well, we weren't able to finish the conversation, so we did that just now. I decided it would be best for me to go to Washington… It's hard for me to send good people through the gate, not knowing if they'll make it back. I've only been doing it for about a year now and I can't begin to understand how Hammond did this for all those years. Daniel already expressed his desire to go to Atlantis and I know Teal'c is needed with the Free Jaffa, and Carter is thinking about resigning…"

"From SG-1? I can imagine if Daniel and Teal'c both want to leave…"

"No, Daniel asked me not to tell anyone – on base at least – and Teal'c never actually came to me, I just know he is needed. Carter doesn't know, none of them know what the others want. And Carter is thinking about resigning from the Air force, not just SG-1."

"What, why?"

"Beats me, I'm guessing it has something to do with her getting married to that cop," Jack huffed, feeling his disappointment come up again. "You know, now that she's getting married and him having those two children…"

Ilse heard his voice trail off and started going through all the information she had gathered over the years… "Children?"

"Yeah, he has two small kids with his ex-wife, Carter's becoming an instant mommy," Jack said sarcastically. "Not that she won't be a good mother, I know she will."

Ilse just nodded, not knowing what to say to ease his pain so they just kept dancing in silence. Yeah, maybe something good for Jack would come out of all this shit with Lily…

A/N: Daniel once claimed (The Other Side) that his grandfather was Dutch – which I remembered. I tried looking it up and GateWorld and StargateWiki both stated that Nick Ballard was that grandfather, yet Daniel never said it actually was Nick. Since the actor (Jan Rubes) isn't Dutch and I wasn't convinced (unlike StargateWiki) he had a Dutch accent, I decided his other grandfather was Dutch :) He already said Nick didn't adopt him after the death of his parents and he presumably went into foster care, suggesting he had no other family, thus the Dutch grandfather was already dead – at least in my imagination.

A/N 2: Yeah, I know Pete doesn't really have kids with his ex-wife, but… surprise, he does now! A girl (2.5 years) and a boy (18 months) for those who are interested…