Neither Sam nor Jack said anything to her dad about them not being involved any more. Jacob could see there was something wrong but it wasn't his place to say anything. Sam was a smart girl and Jack loves her. It would sort itself out eventually. He'd slept on the couch enough times to know that personally.

Jacob ends up admonishing Sam that they never talk anymore. If Sam were honest with herself, it's because she knows how her dad is going to feel about the situation with Pete and Jack and she just doesn't want to deal with Dad or Selmak's logical are you stupid or stupid conversation with her.

They have work to do anyway.

But as per usual, everything goes to hell in a handbasket and Sam ends up fighting for her life. The super-soldier relentlessly pursues her. She has no idea there's a double agent. That ends up being up to her dad to take care of. She focuses entirely on staying alive until help arrives.

When it does, it's in the form of one angry Jaffa and a man she's trying not to be in love with anymore. When he offers her his shoulder though… she just doesn't care. She leans on him, feeling safe and loved… then passes out from exhaustion.

Jack sighs inwardly. How the hell am I supposed to just get over you, Sam? He mentally asks her. She's a mess. She's covered in dirt and blood and bits of grass. She's never looked more beautiful.

When Sam wakes up it's her dad not Jack by her side. She feels… disappointed. More so when her dad tells her she won't see him for a long time while he tries to repair what's wrong between Earth and the Tok'ra. Her heart breaks. First Jack and now this. Momentarily forgetting it was her own choice to let Jack go.

"Mom…"

"Grace, this isn't open to discussion."

"But what about Uncle Jack?"

"What about him?"

"Mom…"

Sam huffs at her eight year old child. "Grace, this has nothing to do with Uncle Jack."

"It has everything to do with Uncle Jack. Did you guys have a fight?"

"First, stop prying. Second. No. We did not."

"That what happened? I thought you guys were happy?"

"Grace… sweetie I know this is hard for you to understand but your uncle and I were never going to be able to be together. We were just… convenient to each other."

"Gross, mom."

"Catherine Grace!"

"You brought it up. Anyway I have schoolwork to do and then Cassie and I are going to go get ice cream."

"Be back to someone's house by eleven." Sam told her daughter.

"Oh what do you care." Grace muttered under her breath. "You're too busy mooning over Peeettee…" Grace rolled her eyes and made dramatic gagging motions. The house was small though so she didn't talk to Cassie about it until they were in the car.

"I don't like him." Grace said, her arms crossed over her chest.

"Because he's not dad or because he's not dad?" Cassie asks Grace as she makes a left turn onto the main road. Jack had been dad to Cassie for years. Oddly, she'd adjusted better to that concept than Janet being her mom. She always kind of wished Aunt Sam had just married dad and they had been a family, all four of them.

"So get this. Don't tell anyone I know this because mom thought I was asleep when she talked to Auntie Marge but Pete showed up on a mission they did in the area. Apparently there was an escaped criminal and he got himself shot because he wasn't supposed to be there."

"Okay, so? Are you mad he survived?"

"No. I'm mad that it was pretty obvious the shot was for mom and he blew her cover and almost got her killed." Grace huffs.

"And she's still dating him?"

Grace glared out the front window of the car.

"Must be really good in bed." Cassie observes.

"First. Gross." Grace tells Cassie and makes gagging noises again. "Second, I forgot what number two is because that's so gross."

Cassie laughs. "Have you talked to dad about it?"

"No." Grace says mutinously. "You know how he is."

"He didn't come to my sixteenth birthday party." Cassie said sadly.

"I know, Cass. I'm sorry. It's another reason I'm mad at mom. She's making dad pick sides."

"Does he know you know?"

"What do you think?"

"I think he sees exactly what he wants to see. His very sweet eight year old daughter who he's protecting from his youthful bad decisions before he got divorced."

"He introduced me to her."

"What?!"

"Yah, she dropped by, wanted some advice on a guy she was seeing, wanted to make sure she was doing the right thing dating the guy."

"How did that go?" Cassie asked her, now intensely curious.

"He introduced me as his friend's daughter but I could tell she totally knew I was his kid. Honestly, it's a good thing I'd already figured it out or I'd have freaked out on him."

Cassie shook her head. "Why do they need to make everything complicated?"

"Because mom thinks love is stupid flowers and being told your pretty even if the guy is otherwise a creep and dad loves her too much to ever ask more of her than she's willing to give."

"You're pretty smart for an eight year old." Cassie teased.

"My parents are pretty dumb for a pair of genius level adults." Grace grumbled.

"All right well let's go make ourselves sick on way too much ice cream then go bug dad."

"I'd rather go to your mom's" Grace said.

"She's on your mom's side."

Grace said something very inappropriate for her age.

Cassie cracked up. "Dad's it is."