Sam and Jacob stayed at the house until Jack, Teal'c and Daniel left, then
the Air Force General turned Tok'ra offered his arm to his daughter and the
two of them left as well.
"Whose car is this, dad?" Sam asked when he opened the door to a very nice teal Jaguar. A foreign car he'd never have bought for himself. It wasn't one she'd seen before.
"It's George's wife's car. Brand new. She hasn't even seen it yet."
"Ooooh. Nice." Sam smiled, enjoying the new car smell.
"It's good to see you smile, Sam." Jacob said, getting into the driver's seat and looking over at her. "When I got the message that something had happened, I was so worried. Then when I got here and George told me what it was..."
Sam nodded, "It was bad at first. I blamed myself."
"I was told that there wasn't anything you could have done differently," Jacob said. "Except you put yourself in danger by not going to the doctor when you started feeling poorly."
"I didn't know anything was wrong. I didn't even-"
"I'm not blaming you, Sammy," Jacob told her, reaching out and cupping her cheek with his palm. The last thing he wanted to do was upset her. "I'm just saying... next time, go to the damned doctor before it gets so bad. Okay?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Good. You're feeling a little better, now? No pain?"
"No pain. Some depression, when I stop and think about things... sometimes."
"Then we'll just take your mind off things, hey? Time to go shopping with your old man."
"Something we haven't done in a long time."
"Yeah."
He put the car in gear, and headed for the mall.
~*~
The game was the last game of a four game series between the Mariners and the Rockies. Which meant it was a game that Jack actually was interested in watching. He enjoyed going to ballparks, anyways. It was even more fun with Teal'c, who was going for the first time. He'd seen a few games on TV with O'Neill, so he wasn't completely lost, but he did lost track of outs, strikes and balls fairly easily. There were so many other things to watch. Including the kids that were going to the ballpark with their parents. Teal'c had found that he enjoyed human children, and he enjoyed watching them. They were refreshing. Of course, he was well aware that he was an imposing figure and that it might make the children and their parents uneasy to have someone such as himself staring at them, so he watched them surreptitiously. Which made him lose track of what was happening in the ball game. Which made him have to ask what was going on.
Daniel and Teal'c also kept the conversations they had from going to what had happened to Sam. They'd been given the assignment of making sure that Jack had a relaxing day, whether he knew he was having it or not, and they took that duty seriously. Whenever either of them say him getting a faraway look in his eyes, they'd speak up with a question about the game, or ask him if he wanted some peanuts, or a hotdog, or something else to eat. Which was fine in that it took his mind off his inner thoughts, but he was feeling very ill by the time he and the others left the game about four hours later. An overindulgence of ballpark food will do that to anyone.
They went out to get a couple beers afterwards. Jack hadn't really wanted to go, telling Teal'c and Daniel he wanted to get back to Sam. They headed that off by telling him she probably wasn't back yet, so he might as well come with them instead of sitting around the house. Besides, she was with Jacob, and he wasn't going to leave her until he got back. So they went out drinking.
And Jack drank far more than he normally would have. He wasn't drinking beer. He'd had one beer, and then switched to the hard stuff, taking shot after shot. By the time Daniel realized what was going on, Jack was soused. They poured him into his truck and took him home.
~*~
Sam and Jacob had had a wonderful day together. He took her shopping, although neither of them bought all that much, and then he took her to dinner. A few times during the day and into the evening, Jacob would notice a sad, hurt look in her eyes, and he'd reach out and make sure she knew she wasn't alone. Once she'd broken down and cried and Jacob had gathered her in his arms and held her until the crying jag had passed. Listening to her through the day, Jacob realized that he owed Jack a great deal. The Colonel was doing wonders keeping Sam from succumbing to her depression, and Jacob was grateful.
They'd had dinner, then he'd taken her back to O'Neill's, where they sat and talked into the night as they waited for Daniel and Teal'c to bring Jack home. It was fairly late by the time they heard the truck pull into the drive, and Jacob wondered what they'd been out doing. A question that was answered fairly easily when Teal'c half-dragged, half carried, O'Neill into the house.
"Jacob!" Jack called in greeting. "Howyadoing?"
"He's drunk." Jacob said to Daniel, looking at the Colonel, who looked very green, indeed.
"Um, yeah." Daniel said, looking at Sam apologetically. "Sorry."
"You got him drunk?" Sam said. "That's not really what Fraiser had in mind, I think."
"I didn't do it on purpose, Sam," Daniel told her.
"Teal'c, let's get him to bed," Jacob said, leaving Daniel to face Sam's wrath alone.
"Oh, I think we need to stop at the bathroom," Jack said, slurring every word, and feeling the contents of his stomach beginning to lose the will to stay in his stomach.
"Bathroom, Teal'c!" Jacob ordered. "Before he-"
Too late. Jack's stomach erupted, doubling him over in Teal'c's strong grip. He threw up all over himself, all over Teal'c and Jacob, and all over the hall floor. Sam and Daniel were the only two that avoided the mess, and only because they weren't close enough to get hit by it.
"Shit." This was from Sam, but Jacob and Teal'c both heartily agreed with it. Jack was a mess, and showed every sign of another eruption any minute.
"Let's get him to the bathroom, Teal'c." This was not Jacob's idea of a good time, and Selmac was even less impressed.
The big Jaffa pretty much dragged O'Neill to the bathroom, where the two of them stripped him out of his messed up clothes. Jacob held him upright in the bathtub while Teal'c turned on the shower, and they drenched themselves, but managed to get him mostly clean. Even better, he managed to keep from hurling on the two of them again.
"Perhaps this was not the most ideal plan," Teal'c said as he got a towel and dried Jack off while Jacob continued to hold him upright.
"Whose idea was it to go drinking?"
"Daniel Jackson's. O'Neill wished to return, but was convinced otherwise."
"Uh huh." Now look who got to pay for that dumb idea. Everyone but Daniel. "Let's put him to bed."
"Is he in any danger of doing injury to himself in his condition?" Teal'c asked as they carried Jack between them across the hall and just out him to bed. He was pretty much out of it, now, and not at all aware of what was going on around him.
"Nah, but when he wakes up in the morning, he's going to wish he was dead."
Teal'c didn't ask for an explanation, he just took Jacob at his word. The two of them made sure Jack was covered up, and left him to pass out in peace.
"Whose car is this, dad?" Sam asked when he opened the door to a very nice teal Jaguar. A foreign car he'd never have bought for himself. It wasn't one she'd seen before.
"It's George's wife's car. Brand new. She hasn't even seen it yet."
"Ooooh. Nice." Sam smiled, enjoying the new car smell.
"It's good to see you smile, Sam." Jacob said, getting into the driver's seat and looking over at her. "When I got the message that something had happened, I was so worried. Then when I got here and George told me what it was..."
Sam nodded, "It was bad at first. I blamed myself."
"I was told that there wasn't anything you could have done differently," Jacob said. "Except you put yourself in danger by not going to the doctor when you started feeling poorly."
"I didn't know anything was wrong. I didn't even-"
"I'm not blaming you, Sammy," Jacob told her, reaching out and cupping her cheek with his palm. The last thing he wanted to do was upset her. "I'm just saying... next time, go to the damned doctor before it gets so bad. Okay?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Good. You're feeling a little better, now? No pain?"
"No pain. Some depression, when I stop and think about things... sometimes."
"Then we'll just take your mind off things, hey? Time to go shopping with your old man."
"Something we haven't done in a long time."
"Yeah."
He put the car in gear, and headed for the mall.
~*~
The game was the last game of a four game series between the Mariners and the Rockies. Which meant it was a game that Jack actually was interested in watching. He enjoyed going to ballparks, anyways. It was even more fun with Teal'c, who was going for the first time. He'd seen a few games on TV with O'Neill, so he wasn't completely lost, but he did lost track of outs, strikes and balls fairly easily. There were so many other things to watch. Including the kids that were going to the ballpark with their parents. Teal'c had found that he enjoyed human children, and he enjoyed watching them. They were refreshing. Of course, he was well aware that he was an imposing figure and that it might make the children and their parents uneasy to have someone such as himself staring at them, so he watched them surreptitiously. Which made him lose track of what was happening in the ball game. Which made him have to ask what was going on.
Daniel and Teal'c also kept the conversations they had from going to what had happened to Sam. They'd been given the assignment of making sure that Jack had a relaxing day, whether he knew he was having it or not, and they took that duty seriously. Whenever either of them say him getting a faraway look in his eyes, they'd speak up with a question about the game, or ask him if he wanted some peanuts, or a hotdog, or something else to eat. Which was fine in that it took his mind off his inner thoughts, but he was feeling very ill by the time he and the others left the game about four hours later. An overindulgence of ballpark food will do that to anyone.
They went out to get a couple beers afterwards. Jack hadn't really wanted to go, telling Teal'c and Daniel he wanted to get back to Sam. They headed that off by telling him she probably wasn't back yet, so he might as well come with them instead of sitting around the house. Besides, she was with Jacob, and he wasn't going to leave her until he got back. So they went out drinking.
And Jack drank far more than he normally would have. He wasn't drinking beer. He'd had one beer, and then switched to the hard stuff, taking shot after shot. By the time Daniel realized what was going on, Jack was soused. They poured him into his truck and took him home.
~*~
Sam and Jacob had had a wonderful day together. He took her shopping, although neither of them bought all that much, and then he took her to dinner. A few times during the day and into the evening, Jacob would notice a sad, hurt look in her eyes, and he'd reach out and make sure she knew she wasn't alone. Once she'd broken down and cried and Jacob had gathered her in his arms and held her until the crying jag had passed. Listening to her through the day, Jacob realized that he owed Jack a great deal. The Colonel was doing wonders keeping Sam from succumbing to her depression, and Jacob was grateful.
They'd had dinner, then he'd taken her back to O'Neill's, where they sat and talked into the night as they waited for Daniel and Teal'c to bring Jack home. It was fairly late by the time they heard the truck pull into the drive, and Jacob wondered what they'd been out doing. A question that was answered fairly easily when Teal'c half-dragged, half carried, O'Neill into the house.
"Jacob!" Jack called in greeting. "Howyadoing?"
"He's drunk." Jacob said to Daniel, looking at the Colonel, who looked very green, indeed.
"Um, yeah." Daniel said, looking at Sam apologetically. "Sorry."
"You got him drunk?" Sam said. "That's not really what Fraiser had in mind, I think."
"I didn't do it on purpose, Sam," Daniel told her.
"Teal'c, let's get him to bed," Jacob said, leaving Daniel to face Sam's wrath alone.
"Oh, I think we need to stop at the bathroom," Jack said, slurring every word, and feeling the contents of his stomach beginning to lose the will to stay in his stomach.
"Bathroom, Teal'c!" Jacob ordered. "Before he-"
Too late. Jack's stomach erupted, doubling him over in Teal'c's strong grip. He threw up all over himself, all over Teal'c and Jacob, and all over the hall floor. Sam and Daniel were the only two that avoided the mess, and only because they weren't close enough to get hit by it.
"Shit." This was from Sam, but Jacob and Teal'c both heartily agreed with it. Jack was a mess, and showed every sign of another eruption any minute.
"Let's get him to the bathroom, Teal'c." This was not Jacob's idea of a good time, and Selmac was even less impressed.
The big Jaffa pretty much dragged O'Neill to the bathroom, where the two of them stripped him out of his messed up clothes. Jacob held him upright in the bathtub while Teal'c turned on the shower, and they drenched themselves, but managed to get him mostly clean. Even better, he managed to keep from hurling on the two of them again.
"Perhaps this was not the most ideal plan," Teal'c said as he got a towel and dried Jack off while Jacob continued to hold him upright.
"Whose idea was it to go drinking?"
"Daniel Jackson's. O'Neill wished to return, but was convinced otherwise."
"Uh huh." Now look who got to pay for that dumb idea. Everyone but Daniel. "Let's put him to bed."
"Is he in any danger of doing injury to himself in his condition?" Teal'c asked as they carried Jack between them across the hall and just out him to bed. He was pretty much out of it, now, and not at all aware of what was going on around him.
"Nah, but when he wakes up in the morning, he's going to wish he was dead."
Teal'c didn't ask for an explanation, he just took Jacob at his word. The two of them made sure Jack was covered up, and left him to pass out in peace.