She'd had to laugh at Daniel honestly. It wasn't that Jack couldn't focus. Jack was capable of laser like attention to detail. The problem was Jack had so much going on in his head that sometimes it was hard to sort it out and stick to one topic. It was like having too many tabs open on his browser and one was playing random music and another a commercial for hot sexy ladies waiting for his call.

It had been nothing but full on irony that found her and Jack hunkered down to avoid the Jaffa, preventing Jack from blowing up the puddle jumper. He'd bought her some time to get it running though with minimal complaint. For some reason she'd felt compelled to tease him about flying the ship. Enough to irk him into wanting to prove he wasn't useless.

"Think that was vital?" He asks her amused at the destruction he'd wreaked with pretty minimal firepower. He'd thought pretty hard about tearing the thing to shreds when he fired.

"Relatively speaking." She agreed in amusement.

Jack looked slightly abashed. He could be good at things if he wanted to. It was just…

"Um… sir…" Sam sighs. "Can I talk to you about something?"

"Sure, Carter?" Jack says agreeably. He knows he is probably opening himself up to being hurt again but she's the mother of his kid. He's got to deal with this head on.

"Grace knows you're her father." You coward. She admonishes herself mentally.

"I know." He says with a shrug.

"You… know?"

"Have for a while. What's your point, Carter? We had to tell her eventually and she's a smart kid. I'm not surprised she figured it out."

"No, I'm not either. It's just… This complicates things."

"I don't see how, Carter. We've been plugging along for years now. Her knowing why I'm always around just makes things easier for you." He shrugs. "Now if you want some privacy you don't have to be subtle about it."

Sam winces internally. She doesn't want to need privacy. She wants things to go back to the way they were. And it's her own fault things are where they are at. But she's also afraid to talk to him about this because he's clearly accepted how things are. Has he moved on? Is she too late? Sam is afraid to ask.

"When did she tell you?"

Jack shrugs. "A while ago."

"Sir…"

Jack sighs. "A few weeks after you started dating."

"She doesn't like him very much." Sam admits.

"Well she's a kid and he's a potential step-parent so that's pretty normal." He replies vaguely.

He'd given her the perfect opening to say Pete wasn't a contender anymore but then she'd have to admit Grace had been right all along. Sam looked thoughtfully at Jack but said nothing.

"What?" Jack finally asked her, a little uncomfortable under her gaze.

Sam looks away though. "Nothing."

"Right, well, I've got lots of that." He quips just as he had the last time she'd said that but this time his smile is bitter and ironic. He wonders if she can get the time machine working on this thing if he could borrow it for a bit and never let her go on that mission to help the Prometheus limp home. Too late now he supposes. One of us should be happy.

Sam looks away out the window of the puddle jumper. She has a lump in her throat where talking to him used to make her happy most of the time. Now it just made her heart ache.

By the time they land both have their emotions under control again. Sam hasn't talked to him about what she planned though and she still doesn't know how to approach him on the subject.