Stargate SG-1 is not mine but I am their greatest fan-

            2 days later

            Admittedly Jack had not thought his plan through. He didn't take into consideration how Jacob would feel about Jack living in his baby girl's house.

Jack was scratching inside his cast with a bent coat hanger when someone pounded on the door. "Oh for crying out loud, just open the damn thing and come in." Jack didn't look up, furiously trying to reach the unreachable itch, thinking that the person at the door was Daniel. When the door opened and he looked up he saw a very mad Jacob standing in the doorway.

"Oh, crapola. Hello Jacob." Jack tried to get the coat hanger back out but now it was caught. "Damn it, son of a sea biscuit." He yanked harder and pulled out some of the cotton inside. "shoot, damn…mumble." Jack looked up after tossing the coat hanger behind him.

"Jack, what in the hell are you doing living in my daughter's house?" Jacob said, coming in and carefully closing the door. Jack replied a bit testily. "She volunteered. It wasn't my idea, not that I complained mind you, but Janet ok'ed it." He ground to a halt. "Umm, I suppose you are wondering why I had Daniel call you?"

Jacob sat down, and his eyes flashed and Selmak spoke. "It is nice to see you Colonel O'Neill. Jacob is just a little upset, he will get over it as you humans say." Jack snorted, "Yeah, after a pound of flesh."

"Why did you call me Jack?" Jacob asked. Jack shifted in his chair, not so sure that this had been a good idea after all. He looked at Jacob and made up his mind.

"Ok, there are two things. I want your permission to marry Sam, and I need to get her something besides a ring, to let her know how serious I am at making this work." Jack said in a rush.

Jacob sat there in shock. "What about regulations?" he asked.

"I'm retiring in about a month. I'll come back as a civilian consultant, but as of  June 6th I am officially free as the proverbial bird." Jack answered.

Jacob sat for another minute. "Ok, you have my blessing. You hurt her though and I will break both of your legs. Understood?" Jacob stood up and shook Jack's hand. "As for the second question, you know Sam as well as anybody. What have you heard her talk about lately?" Jacob got up, walking around and looking at the things that had changed since he was last there.

"Well, she did say something about liking a young singer, Josh Gro-something. He sings romantic songs, Jacob! You are a genius. I'll get her that cd and something,"…Jack fell silent. Jacob turned, "Listen to your heart Jack. You have excellent instincts." They both heard Sam's little car drive up, and the door slam.

Sam saw the staff car and her heart jumped, thinking that something bad had happened. She opened the door and saw her Dad, and noticed that Jack was undamaged. "Dad! What a nice surprise." She hugged Jacob and looked at Jack who nodded, indicating that everything was ok. "What are you doing here?" She asked.

"Do I need a reason to visit my baby girl?" Jacob said, looking innocent. Sam looked at Jack's angelic face and decided it wouldn't be worth the headaches to find out what was going on. "Ok, can you stay for dinner?" she smiled, seeing the two men glance at each other in relief. "That would be great Sammy. Let me call George and let him know where I'll be. Can we have pizza? I haven't had a pizza for months now." Jacob pulled out a cell phone and walked to the porch for privacy.

Jack beckoned Sam over, pulled her head down for a passionate kiss. Sam pulled back, "Jack! My Dad is here!" she hissed. "He's on the porch, relax." Jack pulled her in for another kiss when the door opened back up, causing Sam to jerk back and fall on her butt. Jacob casually walked over and gave her a hand up. "If you could put your hormones on hold, we could get a pizza?" This caused Jack to laugh, and Sam to scowl. She marched over to the phone and called in the pizza delivery.

Two weeks later

            Jack was back at work on light duty. This essentially meant that he needed to clear up the paperwork on his desk, and that wouldn't interfere with the new cast that Janet had put on. It was lighter, and a brilliant blue. Jack had complained bitterly about the color, but Janet was totally unsympathetic.

Like a ghost he could hear the cd that he had bought Sam down the hallway. She had loved her gift and had proved it in a most satisfactory way. As a result he wasn't getting much done, his head kept nodding forward. He definitely needed coffee.