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***

Sam watched her father wearily. He hadn't said anything for a few minutes. The silence was almost unbearable. His face was blank since the colonel dropped the bombshell. His mouth was opened slightly.

"Dad, are you alright?" she called out gently.

"Leave him be for a few moment, Carter. There was a lot to take in. Believe me," the colonel said. "If it took me almost two days to fully understand what was going on, Jacob could have all the time in the world to do the same."

She had to admit that it was a valid point. Besides, it took her almost four days. And truth be told, she hadn't completely gotten over it yet.

She sighed. "At least Dad knows now."

He looked at her father thoughtfully. "We should wait until he completely comes out of it before we tell him the rest."

"You have no objection from this side," she was in agreement.

She dreaded her father's reaction of the news, but she had to admit that the colonel had handled it amicably - because Jacob was neither shouting, swearing, or trying to kill the colonel. Or should she have said, her *husband*.

Admitting that freaked her out.

She didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Fortunately, their friendship didn't appear to be affected by the newest development of their relationship. It still didn't change the fact that she was now his *wife* though. It was true that they hadn't said 'I do' to each other, but it didn't seemed to matter much.

She better stop thinking about this. She'd spent enough time pondering about it and always ended up more confused than before.

Thankfully, only a handful people knew about this. Daniel and Teal'c for sure, they couldn't keep a secret that big from them. Dr. Kid obviously, because he was the one who got them into this mess. Then General Hammond, because they *had* to report this to him. Janet because Sam couldn't keep this to herself, thus by default, Cassie knew too. And then the President, because the general also *had* to report this to him. The Joint Chief, because the President *had* to consult this 'delicate' matter with them. Probably the Supreme Judge too, because the President might need his legal advice regarding this. Major Davis knew as well, because they would need him if the sh*t hit the fan. That scum Kinsey might know about this too, if Kid was foolish enough to tell him. And *now* her father.

Wow, if she made a list like that, actually, more than a handful of people knew about this.

Ugh.

Headache.

Better stop thinking.

See, she was running around in circle. No conclusion could be drawn from this.

A warm hand enclosed hers from under the table.

"You okay?"

She titled her head. "Could've been worse. But yeah, I'm okay."

He chuckled softly. "At least Jacob listened to the whole story, so he knows that we're innocent."

"He hasn't gone berserk yet." She shrugged lightly. "Just wait for a moment."

"Hey, everything is going to be alright," he assured her, squeezing her hand firmly.

"Thank you."

"Besides, I figure if he's going to go nuts, he's going to blame me, not you."

Her eyes narrowed again. "That's why you wanted to be the one who let him know, wasn't it?"

"What do you mean?" He had the face of an innocent child.

"You wanted to do this to him as a down payment for whatever Dad's going to do to you, don't you?" she accused while her finger pointed at the direction of her stunned father.

He grinned unrepentantly.

"Carter, your Dad -- ahem, *our* Dad, is not the kind of man who can't see reason, but you must admit that he was going to rip me apart for letting this happened to you. Maybe throw me a punch or two just to vent his anger. Besides, how can this be worse than me impregnating you?"

Unable to resist his charm for much longer, she chuckled. "You're right. I don't where he got that idea from."

He smiled at her. "You haven't laughed like that for a long time." His hand flew to cup her cheek. "You should do it more often."

The show of affection surprised her, but she didn't flinch from the touch. In fact, she leaned towards it, wanting more than what was offered.

"Don't. Touch. Her." Livid and yet controlled voice broke the moment.

She felt his thumb stroke her skin before the hand withdrew. Her Dad sure picked the right moment to snap out of his reverie. In fact, like the colonel suspected, Jacob was openly hostile towards him. If the dead glare was any indication.

"You. Me. Outside. Now." Jacob grabbed the collar of the younger man and half-dragged him from his chair. The restaurant was full; Jacob didn't want to make a scene.

"See you in a bit, Carter."

Knowing for sure that the colonel could take care of himself, she was not worried. Besides, Selmac would interfere before things get out of hand. "Sure."

She picked up the menu and started browsing, hoping to find blue Jell-O in it.

Around ten minutes later, the colonel came inside and joined her, minus her furious father.

"Jacob went for a walk. He said that he needed to cool down for a bit," he explained as he sat down.

She understood that. "What about you? Are you alright?"

He winced slightly. "My ears are still ringing from all the shouting. But hey, he didn't punch me. That's good, right?"

"Yeah." She was distracted by her father's behavior. "Are you sure that he was okay?"

"Selmac will take care of him. Don't worry."

She pinched the bridge of her nose. Suddenly, she felt so weary. "Do you think he'll be able to accept this?"

"Why not? You do. I do. Hammond does. He just needs some time."

"I know. I just wished that it could have been different. More than anything, I fear his reaction."

"He loves you, Carter. He has not shouted at you yet, has he?"

"That's because you are here." That had made him the more likely recipient of Jacob's anger than her. "Thanks."

"No problem. I made him speechless for quite sometime. It was worth it." He took her hand again.

"What about the rest? Do you think he could take it?"

"He's your father. He should know what to expect from you. So to answer your question, yes, he'll deal with it."

"I hope you're right." She let out a big sigh.

Without word, he put his arms around her and held her close.

***

Jack listened in fascination while he kept his eyes on the road.

"Can you annul the marriage?" Jacob asked.

"No, Dad, we can't," Carter answered.

"Why not? You haven't consummated the marriage yet, have you?"

She frowned at her father disapprovingly. "Are you really sure that you want to hear the answer?"

Jacob had progressed from denial to salvaging stage. Which meant he had accepted the fact, but would do anything to fix it. Desperately grasping for bits and pieces, and hoped that he could build something out of it. And, it started to annoy Carter immensely. Jacob had mentioned every possible scenario to make the problem (i.e. the wedding) go away during the drive to her house.

"Look Jacob. We thought long and hard about it as well. But, you should be aware that there are circumstances surrounding this marriage," Jack finally took pity on her and came to her rescue.

"And what is that?" Jacob snapped at him. He was still not forgiven, not that Jack cared. Carter senior would come around, sooner or later.

"Do you remember when I say that Kiddy might be Kinsey's man?"

The mention of the senator's name sobered up the solemn father. "What does it have to do with him?"

"That scumbag has been trying to discredit SG-1 by any means. Even suggesting to the President that Carter and I are fraternizing. The President didn't believe it of course, so he discussed this with Hammond. We think that Kiddy was planted in the SGC to gather up evidence. Knowing him, he'll make something up. With Daniel's expertise often needed by other teams, Kiddy could be in a mission with SG-1 quite easily."

Jacob closed his eyes and cursed. "So, by staying married, even if Kinsey managed to come up with something, he couldn't use it against you."

"Yes. The President and the Joint Chief acknowledged that we haven't actually broken any rules. Therefore, there will be no court martial, and they're not breaking up the team either. We are under the 'join-spouse' condition and Carter reports directly to Hammond now."

"You've been busy, huh?"

"You have no idea, Dad," Carter muttered. "There are other reasons, of course."

"Other reasons?"

"Yeah. The Ravan's King knew about the misunderstanding and actually felt a little bit guilty about it. But there was nothing that he could do. The priest's word is as good as the law there and if we don't honor the blessing, that means we insult the priest. If that happens, he couldn't in his good conscience continue trading with us," she elaborated further.

"Politics," Jacob spat in disgust.

***

Jacob watched Jack drove away from the house.

What a mess, he thought. And his baby girl was right in the middle of it.

He felt Sam hugging him from behind.

"It's okay, Dad. Really. It wasn't that bad. At least we have something to throw at Kinsey's face. Come to think of, it was kind of his fault."

"I'm sorry, Kiddo. It's hard to accept this, you know. I always imagined that when you got married, it would be for love. Not this." His face was full of sorrow. "And, I wanted to be there for you."

"Dad, please," she pleads. "I'm sorry that this has upset you. And I'm sorry that you couldn't be there."

He turned around to wrap his arms around her. "No, Sam. You have nothing to be sorry about. It's not your fault. I just want the best for you."

"Are you saying that he's not good enough for me?"

"No one is good enough for you. I'm not angry about him, Sam, I'm angry about what happened. You weren't even allowed to choose."

Her heart agreed with him. She had been thinking about that too. Strangely enough, she was not feeling trapped by it, in fact, she saw it as a way out.

"Dad, the colonel and I have little choice in this matter, but we decided to make the best out of it."

He pulled away and held her at an arm-length. "What do you mean?"

She steered him to the living room. "Come, sit. Let me tell you about something."

So he sat at the sofa and listen to her telling him the plan of her future.

***

"So, Jacob," Jack started.

"Yes, Jack?"

"Can I call you Dad now?"

Jacob threw him a dirty look. "In your dreams. You might be married to my daughter, but, no, you can't call me Dad. It makes me feel old."

"You are old." Jack was content; Jacob had recognized him as his son-in-law.

"Don't push it," Jacob gritted his teeth. "What do you want anyway? Sam is in the SGC if you're looking for her. She left something in the lab."

"I am actually looking for you," he admitted. "There's some unfinished business that we need to take care of."

Jacob's curiosity was roused. "What kind of business?"

"You're an ambassador, right?" Jack said conspiratorially.

"Yes," confirmed Jacob.

"Therefore, you have certain privileges, right?"

"Uh-huh."

Jack paused a few second before he asked his last question. "You can get away with any crime, right?"

Jacob's attention was focused solely on the man in front of him. "Probably. Why?" he fished for more information.

"Good. Let me tell you what I have in mind."

***

Dr. Trevor Kid had never been so scared in his life.

He was shaking like a leaf at the sight of SG-1 plus a Tok'ra in front of him. They were inside his bedroom, surrounding his bed. Wearing black clothing like professional thieves. The moonlight showered the room; providing enough illumination in the middle of the night.

"What ... what do ... you want?" he stuttered.

"Can't you tell?" Dr. Jackson asked innocently. He was by far the least threatening being out of the five figures.

"So, this is the man?" Jacob Carter asked. Even though Kid had never seen the man personally, he recognized him from various photograph and footage.

"Yes, it is," Teal'c verified.

Jacob's hand then reached the Trevor easily and hauled him off his feet. He brought his face closer; there was murder in his eyes. "You're the one who messed with my daughter?"

Fear gripped him like never before. His mind just went blank as the general kept on holding him.

And suddenly, the world turned black.

***

"He's fainted," Jacob stated disappointedly, he hadn't even started yet. The limp body was supported by his grip only. "We don't even use the chloroform."

"What do you want me to say? You scared him," Jack said. "T, bring him to the van."

The Jaffa complied, taking the doctor's body from Jacob and flung it over his shoulder in a fireman's lift.

"Come on, we'd better go now."

***

The splash of cold water woke him up from his nightmare. However, it was a perfect example of 'Out of frying pan into the fire' cliché.

In other words, he's better off sleeping.

Trevor found himself tied to a chair inside an unknown basement. The five capturers were looking at him like he was a piece of meat. Colonel O'Neill was holding an empty bucket.

"Welcome back," Dr. Jackson welcomed him.

Jacob Carter's eye pierced him like a knife, while Major Carter and Colonel O'Neill settled for a glare. Meanwhile, Teal'c observed impassively. But, Trevor knew better. SG-1 was famously known for their 'One for all, all for one' attitude.

Jacob took a step forward.

His panic resurfaced.

And everything went black once again.

***

"For crying out loud," Jack exclaimed.

"He fainted again," Jacob said in despair. "How can I make him pay if he can't even be conscious for more than a minute?"

"Er... you could try not to be in the same room as him when he wakes up," Daniel suggested. "He's frightened of the sight of you alone, Jacob. Add Jack, Sam and Teal'c into the mix ... well, I can't blame him for fainting, to be honest."

Sam sighed. "Daniel's right. Why don't the three of you wait outside? Daniel and I could try and talk to him first."

Jacob grunted but didn't disagree with her. Jack and Teal'c exchanged a look before they turned around and left the room as well.

"Well, Daniel," Sam said after the door was closed. "I hope you're right. Because one way or the other, we have to get him to talk."

"Easy, Sam. We could always threatened to let Jacob have his way with him," Daniel reasoned.

She grinned. "You read my mind."

He grinned back. "So, how should we wake him up?"

"We could always try throwing another bucket of cold water," Sam replied. "Or, we could try putting something smelly right under his nose."

There was only a second of silence before he said, "Would my sock do?"

***

He was jerked out of the dream world roughly, briefly wondered what the repugnant smell that lingered on his nose was.

"Put it away, Daniel. He's awake already."

"Okay."

Trevor recognized those voices. When his vision had finally focused, he could see Major Carter and Doctor Jackson standing in front of him. Holding a deep breath, his head swirled around wildly to see whether the others are also there with him.

"They're not here," the Major's tone was calm, clear, and contained a certain promise. "But they will be if you don't tell me what I want to know."

"Please," he gasped. "I'm so sorry for everything. But I didn't mean it to happen. I *swear*."

"We're not talking about the wedding," Daniel clarified. "We're talking about you and Kinsey. What did he want from you?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," Trevor denied. "I admit that it was wrong of me to keep the wedding a secret, but I was afraid, and I didn't think that you would find out. Major Carter, please, you have to believe me," he appealed. "I figured what you don't know won't hurt you."

"I *do* believe that what happened in that planet was an accident, but I do *not* believe that you don't have anything to do with Kinsey," the major said icily. "Do you think that we won't figure it out? We trace your phone call to his office the day after we came back from the planet. Did you report your blunder to him then, huh?"

"There's nothing going on between me and Senator Kinsey." He shook his head firmly.

"Daniel, call in Teal'c."

"Teal'c? Are you sure? Don't you think it's better to call in Jack or Jacob?" Daniel asked.

"I need Teal'c for this."

"You're the boss."

Cold sweat began to assault him. Teal'c was famous for his dislike of anyone who harmed his friends.

***

Teal'c entered the room steadily. MajorCarter had asked for his help, and he would make sure that she got it.

"Do you require my assistance?" he offered.

"Yes. Dr. Kid denied any knowledge of his involvement with Kinsey," the major told him. "Can you make sure that he wasn't lying to me?"

"Certainly." He bowed slightly at her as a curtsey.

The Jaffa walked towards the captive and stopped when he was just a step away from him. He looked down on him and saw the fear in Doctor Kid's eyes. His big hands clasped the doctor's head on both sides firmly and held it so that their eyes meet.

"Look into my eyes and tell me that you have not lied to MajorCarter!" Teal'c commanded briskly.

The only response that he got was the doctor's eyes rolling upwards. He let go of the head slowly and turned towards his comrades.

"I must apologize, MajorCarter. It appears that DoctorKid had lost his consciousness. Again."

***

"Are you sure that he doesn't have any heart disease? Or low blood pressure? He sure faints easily. It's the third time already," Sam asked Daniel once Teal'c left the room.

"Janet said he was 100% fit. There was nothing wrong with him," answered the linguist.

"But all this fainting won't affect his health, will it?"

"Don't look at me, I'm not an MD."

"Neither am I."

They looked at each other for a moment.

"So..."

"So..."

"We really should get on with this. It's kinda late already," Daniel, said.

"You're right. Let's move on," she agreed.

"It's my turn, right?" he asked for confirmation.

"Yeah, your turn."

"Good."

They both looked at the unconscious man.

"So ..."

"So ..."

"How should we wake him now?" Daniel wondered.

"Well, we have the cold water and the smell. It's kind of redundant to do the same thing again," Sam replied.

"Yeah. What are you suggesting?"

"A little pain should do," she said lightly.

"A little?" Daniel's eyes widened.

She nodded. "Yes. A little."

"How little?"

"Enough to wake him up but not to inflict permanent damage."

The glint in Sam's eyes did not go unnoticed by her friend. "I take it that you have something in mind."

"Sure do."

He watched her fished out a duck tape from one of their supply bag and cut out a small piece.

"Are you sure you have enough?" he asked doubtfully.

"Watch," was all she said.

So, he did. He watched her put on the tape on top of one of Kid's eyebrows and patted it down. Without further warning, she yanked it off.

***

"*Owwwww*," he screamed as he woke up. There was a stinging pain on his left eyebrow.

"Told you it was enough."

"Should I warn Jack about your sadistic nature?"

"He knows already."

"I can't believe I actually pity him."

"Don't let him hear you said that."

Trevor knew those voices. He swallowed a nervous gulp as he realized that he was still inside his worst nightmare.

"Hello," Doctor Jackson greeted him for the n-th time. "Are you alright?"

He did not trust himself to answer, so he stared at the doctor instead. His brain was a jumbled of hazy memory.

"Do you want something to drink?" Doctor Jackson asked politely.

He nodded eagerly. His throat was dry from all the fright.

The archaeologist opened a water bottle and held it for him to drink. Trevor sipped the water slowly, enjoying the refreshing effect in his mouth. When he had enough, Jackson put the bottle away.

"Ready to talk now?"

"Please." Trevor almost didn't recognize his own voice. It was hoarse and weak. "I don't have anything to do with Senator Kinsey."

"You want us to believe that?"

"Yes. That's the truth."

Jackson circled his chair slowly. "Then, how do explain the phone call?"

"There was no phone call."

"What about the money in your bank account?" he asked again.

"What money?"

"The extra $40,000 that was transferred out of nowhere a few months ago to your overseas bank account."

"I don't have an overseas bank account."

The doctor sighed. "What am I going to do with you?" He shook his head regretfully. "I thought I could make you speak without actually hurting you. But alas, desperate measures have to be taken. What do you think, Sam? Should I call Jack or Jacob?"

He couldn't see the major because Dr. Jackson's body was blocking his view. But he could hear her answer plainly. "It's up to you. It's your turn after all."

"Jack it is then. Can you call him for me?"

"Anything for you, Daniel."

"Have I told you lately how much I love you?"

"If you dare, say it in front of the colonel's face."

"Sam, I still want to live another day."

Trevor ignored their banter as his face grew pale.

***

to be continue ...

Will Jacob ever get his hand on Kiddy? Will Jack kill Daniel for confessing his love to Sam? Find out in the last part of this story *g*. Any review or feedbacks for this part are greatly appreciated.