As they moved Charlie, J.J. and Sammy into their new home Jack told Sara and her father about his teammates, but it was obvious to both of them that they were more than colleagues. They were his family. Several hours later Jack and Sara were sitting on the floor in his spare room assembling the crib they'd taken out of her father's attic. Mike had assigned himself the chore of putting Charlie's things away in the other bedroom leaving Jack and Sara alone to talk if they wanted.

"So...you and the major," Sara asked as she held two pieces of the crib together as Jack attached them with screws. "When did you..."

"We've never," Jack said as he blushed thinking how odd it felt to be talking about his non-existent sex life with his ex-wife. "We've never even talked about it really. Except the one time...and then we said it wouldn't leave the room. It's just...we don't need to talk about it. We just know. We went to the general," he admitted. "He's worked it out. We're on probation, but as of this morning..."

Sara grabbed his hand where it was almost frantically tightening the screws to the crib. She waited for his hand to still and his eyes to make contact with hers. "I'm happy for you, Jack" she insisted. It was a surprise to her, but she truly was. Sara could tell that what he did at the SGC took its toll on him, on all of them, but the family he'd created with SG-1 made it bearable not just for him but for his teammates as well.

"I worry that I'm too old for her," Jack admitted. "That I have nothing to give her."

"You're not too old, Jack" Sara assured him though misunderstanding Jack's fears. "You two can still have kids."

"Sam can't have kids," Jack said. "Probably can't," he corrected himself. "Something happened to her on one of our missions...she....it was bad," he finally said his eyes taking on that haunted look she knew so well.

"I'm sorry. You could adopt?" Sara suggested. "And even if you can't. There's Charlie and J.J. and Sammy. She seems pretty happy being Grandma Sam, and...I don't think I'm going to mind sharing the title with her. Either of them."

"Huh?" Jack asked.

"Grandma and Mom," Sara told him. "She's Charlie's Mom as much as I am, Jack. There's no way I could miss that."

"She's so good with kids, Sara" Jack told her. "Cassie...Charlie's wife. Sam rescued her on one of our missions. She wanted to adopt her, but with the life we lead, as much as we're away, that was just impossible. Janet adopted her instead, but Sam's a big part of her life."

"I have a feeling she isn't the only one," Sara said with a knowing look.

"Yeah, I guess we're all a big part of her life. I bought her a dog just after Janet decided to adopt her," he said.

"I bet Dr. Frasier was thrilled," Sara replied drolly.

Jack grinned sheepishly. His smile faded then and he snorted. "We haven't even gone out on a date yet, and I'm talking about having kids," he said.

"Somehow, I don't think that really matters when it comes to the two of you," Sara told him. "You didn't say a lot about your missions, but I have a feeling you four have been to Hell and back together."

"Literally," Jack muttered as he absently rubbed his right thigh causing Sara to raise her eyebrow in question. "Never mind," Jack said.

"You know each other like I could only dream of knowing you, Jack" Sara told him. "I could never know the part of you that belonged to the air force, but she does. She does because she's given that same part of herself."

"I've got so much baggage, Sara" Jack argued.

She sighed. 'This whole day is surreal,' she thought to herself. 'First my son comes back to life, and I suddenly have two grandchildren. Now I'm acting as my ex-husband's dating coach.' "Jack, don't get cold feet now," she said aloud. "You've somehow managed to get around the fraternization rules to give the two of you a chance, don't wimp out now. Sam would never forgive you, and you'd never forgive yourself. As for baggage, we all have baggage."

"I got left behind once," Jack told her suddenly startling her with his abrupt change of subject "Besides the time you know about. The 'gate at the other end got buried in a meteor shower. We were trying to evacuate refugees. Daniel had already gone through and Teal'c and Sam were herding people through the 'gate. I'd gone back to the village to try to find a couple teenagers that had gotten scared and run off...." Jack trailed off lost in the memories.

Sara sat quietly waiting for him to continue for a minute before gently prompting, "What happened?"

Jack turned his head to look at Sara then and there were tears in his eyes. "She nearly killed herself to find a way to free me," he whispered. "She worked night and day for three months. The others told me...she wouldn't eat or sleep unless Janet forced her. I hurt her, Sara. When they finally got to me, I wasn't even sure I wanted to go home anymore. I'd finally accepted that I was going to stay there the rest of my life. There was a woman..."

"Looks to me like she forgave you, Jack" Sara told him gently.

"Yeah," Jack was forced to agree.

"Then its time you forgave yourself, Jack" Sara told him. "And not just for that. It's time to let go of the guilt from Charlie's death. It wasn't your fault. It wasn't my fault. As much as it hurts us to admit it, it was Charlie's fault. He knew not to touch your gun, Jack."

"No, it was my fault. I left it out," Jack insisted.

"No you didn't. He got it out," Sara said. "We talked while you were in with General Hammond, Jack. He got the gun out. He wanted to play with it so he went into our room and got the gun. He knew what he was doing, Jack. He knew it was dangerous. Hearing him tell me that today, I was finally able to stop blaming myself. You need to stop blaming yourself too. He was young and made a bad decision. One that in this timeline cost him his life, and in the other cost me mine. It was still his decision though. We have to let it go, Jack. All three of us."

At first Jack didn't know who was crying though he could plainly hear it, but he quickly realized as Sara pulled him into her embrace that he was the one crying. He was crying for himself, for Sara, and for Charlie. He was crying for the one decision made by a small boy that damaged so many lives. He didn't know how long they sat there on the floor of his guest room with the half built crib spread around them as they finally grieved together for their lost son. A dim part of his mind found it ironic that the catalyst for this grieving of their son's death was their son's return to their life.

At the same time Jack was having his difficult talk with Sara, Sam was having one of her own.

"Major Carter report to the Control Room," she heard over the PA as she and Daniel spoke quietly in her lab. SG-4 had brought back a device on their last mission that appeared to have been made by the Ancients. She and Daniel were working on figuring out what its purpose was.

"Go ahead," Daniel told her. "I'll lock up here and round up the guys and the kids."

Sam waved her thanks as she headed out of the lab. She halted abruptly at the top of the stairs into the control room. "Dad?" she questioned to the back of the figure speaking with General Hammond.

"Hey, sweetheart," Jacob greeted his daughter as he turned towards her. She came forward to give her father a hug. "George says we've got some things to talk about?" he asked.

"Ahh...yeah" Sam said cautiously. "Let's go..." she stopped as she tried to think of some place quiet where they could speak.

"Why don't you use my office," Hammond suggested.

"What's this about, Sam?" Jacob asked his daughter with rising alarm in his voice.

Sam was spared answering by a happy cry from the other end of the room.

"Pappa!!!" J.J. yelled from his place in Teal'c's arms. Standing beside Teal'c, Charlie stood holding Sammy in her carrier with Daniel and Chuck 'Guarnere' at his side. "Down, Tea'c!" he demanded. "Want Pappa Jacob! Want Pappa Semak!"

Sam watched as her father's eyes bulged out. "Pappa?" he demanded of his daughter.

"I'll explain in a minute. Just go with it for now," she whispered to him quickly before continuing in a more normal voice. "Look who came to visit, J.J. Great-grandpa Jacob's gonna stay for a few days. Right?"

"Oh definitely!" Jacob told her before whispering, "This explanation better be damned good."

"Say hi to Pappa Jacob, J.J., and then we're going to Pappa Jack's," Daniel said. "We'll get the groceries, Sam, so you can talk to your dad for a bit."

"I'm going to stay and help with that explanation, Daniel" Charlie said. "J.J., you go with Pappa Danny and Uncle Teal'c, and we'll be over soon."

"No! No Pappa Jack!" J.J. said squirming in Teal'c's arms. "Want Pappa Semak! Want Pappa Jacob!"

Jacob put his confusion on hold a minute and took the wriggling toddler from Teal'c. "Hey now, Sport. Is that any way to talk to..."

"Daddy," Sam skillfully inserted causing Jacob's confusion to mount another notch.

"Right," he said. "Give us a hug, and we'll see you at Pappa Jack's house in a little while."

"You gotta help Uncle Teal'c and Pappa Danny buy the groceries, J.J." Sam told the little boy. "Otherwise they won't know what kind of cookies to buy for dessert."

"Cookies?" J.J. asked though his arms were still firmly wrapped around Jacob's neck.

"Grandma Sara and Pappa Mike are already over at Pappa Jack's house setting up your new room," Charlie told his son. "Don't you want to see your new room?" he coaxed the child.

Teal'c held out his arms, and J.J. reluctantly moved back into his arms. J.J. waved as Teal'c and Danny carried him back down the stairs out of the control room.

"Sorry," Charlie told her. "I didn't know gr...Jacob was coming."

"I'm a few days early," Jacob admitted taking part of the blame. "Now would someone care to tell me what the Hell is going on?"

"Umm...Surprise! You're a great-grandfather!" Sam said.

"Don't I have to have a grandchild first before I have a great-grandchild?" he demanded.

Charlie lifted his hand in a half wave. "That would be me."

"Huh?"

"Jacob, why don't we go into my office," Hammond suggested and several personnel who had been silently watching quickly turned back to their duties.

A half an hour later the explanations had been given and Jacob sat in shock in the general's office.

'Congratulations, Jacob' he heard the chuckling voice inside his head. 'It's a boy and a boy and a girl!'

'I'm glad you're finding this so amusing, Selmak,' Jacob snarled at his symbiote.

'It's not as if it's a surprise that Jack and Sam have feelings for one another. In any reality,' Selmak reminded his host.

'Shut up,' he replied.

'You heard what Sam said. They can't be sent back, Jacob' Selmak reminded him ignoring his host's command. 'It's best for J.J., if his family remains as much as he knows it as possible. I think he's an adorable little boy. It's been three hundred years since I've been a grandparent. I, for one, am thrilled to be Pappa Selmak.'

Jacob had to concede that what Selmak said was true. Charlie too seemed like a young man he would happily call family. It was more than apparent that Sam had embraced this unexpected family wholeheartedly.

"What about you and Jack?" Jacob demanded not quite ready to let go of his shock.

"I've fixed it," George told his old friend. "It's been pretty apparent since the za'tarc testing that Sam and Colonel O'Neill have feelings for one another. I did some pre-emptive planning."

"Dad?" Sam questioned hesitantly.

"I guess I'll reserve judgment for now about you and Jack," Jacob grudgingly said. "As for you and your children, Charlie, welcome to the family."

Sam leaned forward and kissed his cheek. "Thanks, Dad."

Jacob hugged his daughter to him knowing that she wasn't his anymore. "So I take it there's food at Jack's house?" he said.

"Yeah, we're supposed to bring the beer," Charlie told him a worried expression on his face.

"It's going to be alright," Sam assured the younger man as she gently stroked his back.

"I don't know if I can do this," Charlie said. "She..."

Hammond realized he was quickly working his way into a panic attack, not that anyone could blame him. The general reached into the bottom drawer of his desk and pulled out a glass bottle. Grabbing one of the glasses from the table he filled the glass and handed it to Charlie. "Drink, son" he ordered.

Charlie didn't question him. He downed the contents in a single gulp causing the others to trade a look.

"Get through the next few hours, Charlie" Sam said. "And as soon as the kids are in bed, we'll get you totally sloshed." The look she traded with the two older men said plainly enough 'or maybe we'll just sedate you.'

Charlie's laughter had an hysterical edge to it, but he did laugh.

"Major, you and the captain go on ahead. I'll bring your father out myself in a little while," Hammond ordered.

"Yes, sir" she said as she and Charlie rose from their seats and left the room.

"What am I missing?" Jacob asked as soon as the door had shut behind them.

"Charlie's wife was Doctor Frasier's adopted daughter, Cassandra" George told his old friend. "They're explaining it all to Cassie tonight. With the temporal feedback...she's sixteen now, Jacob. She died in the other timeline...in his arms just after giving birth to baby Sammy."

"Holy Hannah!" Jacob whispered. Jacob closed his eyes remembering how awful his own wife's death had been. He couldn't imagine having to face his 'dead' wife mere weeks after holding her as she died. "God, that's..."

"They're going to need all the support they can get, Jacob" the SGC commander said. "The hurdles aren't over by a long shot for this new family you've acquired."

"J.J. knew about Selmak?" Jacob questioned.

"J.J., that's Jacob Jonathon by the way, has spent a great deal of time with the Tok'ra. So did Charlie and his siblings as children."

"Siblings?" Jacob asked.

"In their timeline, Jack and Sam had three kids. Jake, Sara, and Katie" George told him. "Jack and Sam have pictures. They're with your alternate in the other timeline. Jack and Sam...they both died in the final assault on Earth in that reality."

"Lord," Jacob exclaimed as he wiped a hand across his face. He was surprised at the grief that washed over him for this other Samantha Carter. She wasn't his daughter he told himself, but what he knew intellectually didn't seem to mean much to what his heart felt. "I think we'd better get over there, George" Jacob told his friend. "My great-grandson is waiting for me after all."