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Jack was growing more and more frustrated with every passing minute. His head was pounding, his leg was throbbing, and Janet had just finished giving him a lecture. It really hadn't been that bad of a lecture after all Janet knew full well why they had left and if the foothold had been real and not a drill their escape from the infirmary might have been a real asset to the safety of the base and everyone in it.

The lecture really wasn't the problem though and Jack wasn't really all that concerned about the pain he was in, that was one thing he had learned about getting injured it tended to hurt. He had learned how to ignore it, well ignore it just enough to do what needed to be done. The problem was Charlie still wasn't back. He was beginning to get worried. He wanted nothing more than to get out of bed and go find his son himself. He couldn't get out of bed though Janet hadn't taken her eyes off of him since he had limped back into the infirmary. He had even tried telling her he had to go to the bathroom, she gave him a bedpan. He didn't use it, he really didn't have to go and she knew it. What he needed was a distraction, something good enough to divert her attention just long enough for him to escape.

Jack was still trying to come up with a good distraction when one presented itself for him. There was a sudden commotion at the door as a stretcher was wheeled in. Jack was quickly on his feet moving as fast as he could limp; his plan was to slip out the door without anyone seeing him. He didn't make it; he stopped still within the walls of the infirmary when he saw who was on that stretcher.

It was Kinsey.

It wasn't seeing Kinsey on the stretcher that worried him, well it was but not in the normal way one was worried by seeing someone in a stretcher. Normally they were worried because that person lying on the stretcher was injured, that wasn't the case with Jack. He was worried because he had a fairly good idea about who had done the injuring. If he was right, and boy was he sure he was that meant that his son was in trouble. Nothing surprising there after all O'Neill was synonymous with trouble, but normally they were also good at getting out of trouble. Jack just didn't see any plausible way for that to happen here. But then if one wanted what wasn't plausible to be made plausible there was one person to talk to, he had to find Carter.

Jack was about to do just that when a familiar voice caught his attention, "Charlie you should have gotten on the stretcher."

"I'm fine," Charlie's voice replied sounding a little out of it. "Ya know Lou I wasn't havin' no problems walking till ye shot me."

"First I'm not the one that shot you and second I'm sure you disserved it," Ferrettii replied as he led Charlie, who was somewhat unsteady on his feet into the infirmary.

"What happened?" Jack demanded.

"Oh, hi dad, Daniel said you were already here. Running from gramps are ya?" Charlie replied a grin on his face.

"Well Jack, ya see your son here was worried that me and my team had been compromised, I of course tried to explain to him that it was a drill. While we were arguing Kinsey kinda well, he freaked. He was of course unarmed and apparently felt he needed to arm himself. He went for my Zat which was pointed at Charlie who had one pointed at me. My Zat went off, Charlie's Zat went off and well here we are," Ferrettii replied grinning the whole time.

"I'm still not seeing how you didn't get hit," Charlie growled glaring at Ferrettii.

Jack was still trying to understand what exactly Ferrettii had told him but he was finding it increasingly hard to concentrate even though the pain in his head was surprisingly gone, come to think of it his leg wasn't throbbing anymore either. Suddenly the answer hit him. Janet had …

"What happened?" Janet demanded walking up behind Jack scaring the crap out of him.

Jack jumped, came down on his injured leg, which at that point chose to go AWAL. He pitched forward heading fast to the floor. His plummet was stopped short though as Sam came to his rescue catching him.

"See Carter, you don't even have to say anything," Jack mumbled not even trying to right himself.

"What?" Sam was confused and a little worried as she pulled Jack back upright.

"Just you being here make anything unplausible be plausible," Jack replied as if that explained everything, then he promptly passed out.

"Janet," Sam called out worried as she only managed to control his fall to the ground.

"He's fine Sam," Janet replied kneeling down and checking him over just to be sure. "I was beginning to think those pain meds were never going to kick in."

Jack knew he wasn't alone, he hadn't even opened his eyes yet but he was sure he was being watched. It was probably just Charlie, or maybe it was Janet. If it was Janet he and the good doctor were going to have a chat. He was still trying to figure out who it was when he felt a sharp poke on his head.

He opened his eyes ready to lace into the doc for drugging him, but Janet wasn't there. In fact as he looked around he was starting to feel very alone while at the same time he wished that he was. Jacob was the only one in sight and not only was he in sight he was close, to close for comfort.

"Hi Jake. I didn't realize you were in town," Jack said in way of greeting while thinking, Alright Jack stay calm! He's only the father of the mother of most of your children.

"How you feeling Jack?" Jacob's voice was deadly calm and was followed by another sharp poke the cause of which made Jack's eyes widen.

"Not to bad. How bout you? How's Selmak?" Jack's voice was a little worried. This is so bad! Well at least I'm in the infirmary. Yeah right he's gunna kill me!

"Um, where's Carter?" Jack had to ask after all if she was around she'd save him.

"Carter? You mean Sam? My little Sammy, that you have four children with," Jacob didn't sound angry, yeah right.

"Yeah that would be the one," Jack replied looking around for any possible escape. Bad, Bad, Bad! "You're going to kill me now, aren't you?"

Jacob smirked, a truly evil sight, "Why Jack whatever gave you that idea?"

Jack did his best to swallow around the sudden lump in his throat, "Oh I don't know, just the P90 to my head. It kinda gave me that excellent idea," Jack replied. OK how'd he get that in here? I am so a dead man!

Jacob poked Jack with the barrel again, "What are your intentions toward my daughter?"

"Well, um intentions which um, nothing but honorable sir. But then we, me and Sam or um Sam and I never really discussed intentions," Jack somehow managed to mumble out.

"Are you going to marry her?" Jacob demanded poking Jack hard with the P90 one more time before he sat the gun down so it rested against his chair.

Feeling a little more comfortable without the direct presence of the gun Jack was about to reply in a somewhat civilized manor when they were interrupted.

"General, Colonel sorry to interrupt sirs, but I came to pick up my gun," It was a young Captain from SG-5.

"Of course Captain, but don't let Doctor Frasier see you with it in here," Jacob casually replied handing over the weapon.

"I know sir. Thanks for watching it, I didn't have time to put it up," The Captain replied.

"I understand son, just get it out of here before she catches you," Jacob replied.

"What was that about?" Jack asked after the captain had left.

"Don't change the subject on me O'Neill! I want to know if you're going to marry my daughter!" Jacob growled out.

"Well there's our careers to consider and we hadn't even talked about it," Jack was quick to reply. Oh crap, the gun would've been faster, now he's just gunna kill me with his bare hands.

"Are you telling me my grandchildren are bastards?"

"Well no, I mean the other us were married but then we never were so um maybe."

"Are you saying you don't want to marry my daughter?"

"No!"

"So you're going to?"

"Well, there's our um I could retire."

"Do you love her?"

"Duh, I mean yeah."

"And the kids?"

"Of course."

"So when we're you going to tell me you and Sammy made me a grandfather?" Jacob asked a smile on his face.

"Soon, I mean we were gunna tell you its just that, well you can see things have been kinda crazy around here," Jack replied. Wait he's smiling. "You're not mad?"

"No, I'm not mad. Why would I be, I'm a grandfather again," Jacob replied. "But if you hurt her I will kill you."

"I'd kill myself."

"Good, now get your rest son, I'm going to go eat lunch with my grandchildren," Jacob replied as he got to his feet.