They piled into Jack's truck. Not that he had a problem with Sam's driving, but he usually preferred to drive when he and Sam went anywhere. For that matter, he preferred to drive when he and Daniel went somewhere. Or he and pretty much anyone. It was probably a control thing, he was sure, but he never really mentioned it, so none of them could psychoanalyze him about it.

"Pancakes?" He asked them as they pulled out into traffic.

"French toast!" Gina called from behind Sam.

"Sam?"

"Anything's fine."

Sure. Anything except ice cream.

"Okay." He wondered if IHOP sold French toast. They probably did, so that was where he headed, since it was one of his favorite places to eat out with Sam.

"Good morning Jack. Morning, Sam." The waitress that seated them smiled warmly at the couple, then down at Gina. "Who's this angel?" She didn't look all that much like Jack or Sam, so the waitress couldn't even hazard a guess.

"This is Gina." Sam said, smiling. "Gina, this is Carol."

"Hello."

"Hi, Gina, it's a pleasure to meet you."

"You, too."

"Coffee, you guys?"

Jack nodded, "Please."

"Sam?"

"Yes, please."

"Gina?"

Gina looked at Jack, who smiled.

"There's juice, hot chocolate, or chocolate milk. It's a little early for soda."

"But not for ice cream?" Sam asked.

"It's never too early for ice cream, Sam," Carol told her with a smile. She looked at Gina to see if the girl had decided what she wanted to drink.

"Hot chocolate, please."

"You got it."

Carol was back in only a couple minutes with a couple steaming cups of coffee, and a mug of hot chocolate with whipped cream piled high and sprinkled with tiny chocolate chips. From the way Gina's eyes lit up, it was clear she approved.

"You two come here a lot?" She asked.

"All the time." Sam confirmed.

It was clear Gina liked the place, too, which meant that it'd most likely end up being their place to take the girl whenever she was with them. Which was fine with Sam.

They ordered their breakfast and talked about what Gina's mother was doing in Vegas while they waited for their food. Then conversation ceased while they ate, although it started right back up any time Gina's mouth was empty enough to ask a question or answer one. She asked about how the other campers were doing. Not the girls from France, whom she'd more or less kept in contact with, but more about the China boys, who had been Jack, Daniel and Teal'c's kids.

Jack told her everything he could about all of them – avoiding too much information about what Shawn had been up to; since that was hardly something he wanted to share. She found out everything else, though, and Jack promised her that the next time he had the boys all together for something like their helicopter ride, he'd make sure she was invited, too.

It was getting a little late, so they finished eating, Jack and Sam finished their coffee, they said goodbye to Carol, and they got into Jack's truck and headed back to Sam's.

Apparently, somebody's clock wasn't set right, because when Jack pulled up to the street, they found a brown Ford parked in front of the house, and a young woman who looked a lot like Gina sitting on the hood, looking as though she'd been waiting for quite a while.

"That's Mary," Gina said, pointing.

Jack stopped the truck and smiled at the young lady, apologizing for keeping her waiting. She didn't mind at all, and said she'd only been waiting a few minutes, anyways.

"I had to make a couple stops, and I didn't know how long it would take to get here," She said, smiling at Sam, who she'd met when Carter had been by to pick up Gina. "So I don't mind waiting."

"Come in for something to drink?" Sam offered.

She shook her head, apologetically. "I can't. My... uh... friend is waiting for us. He's taking us to the movies."

"Her boyfriend," Gina told them all, which caused Mary to blush, and Jack and Sam to smile.

"I'll go get your stuff for you, Gina." Jack told her. He excused himself, and left the three of them to their talk of boyfriends while he went into the house and gathered her things, which she'd left near the door before they'd left for breakfast. Then it was a simple matter of taking the backpack and the little duffle bag out to the rest of them and putting it into the trunk, which Mary opened for him.

"It was really nice of you to watch her, Sam," Mary was saying while Jack loaded the trunk.

"It was great having her. Tell your mom I'd be happy to have her anytime the need comes up."

"I'll do that." She looked down at her little sister. "We'd better get going. Did you tell them thank you?"

Gina shook her head.

"Thanks, Sam. Thanks, Jack."

Sam hugged Gina tightly. "You come visit anytime."

"I will."

She turned to Jack, and held her arms up so he'd pick her up, which he did.

"It was good to see you, honey."

"You, too, Jack." She hugged him tightly, and he returned it just as enthusiastically.

"Don't forget what we talked about."

"I won't," he promised.

Then he set her on her feet and she got into the car.

Sam moved over to stand next to him while they watched Mary get behind the wheel, and Jack put his arm around her automatically.

Gina gave them another wave as they drove off, and then she was gone.

Jack sighed, and Sam smiled.

"I told you at camp that you couldn't keep her."

"I know. But she's so cute."

"I know."

They headed back into the house.

"What did she mean when she told you to remember what you talked about?"

"Hmmm?"

Oh, yes. Pretend you didn't hear the question. Sam didn't buy it for a minute.

"What did you two talk about?"

"When?"

Sam changed tactics.

"What did she have to tell you to get you to dance for her this morning?"

"What makes you think she had to tell me anything?" He asked innocently. "Maybe I just felt like waltzing."

He closed the door behind her, and they went into the living room.

"Maybe you felt like waltzing?"

There was no way she'd buy that, and he knew it. He smiled, and pulled her into his arms.

"If you must know..."

"Oh, I must."

"Last night when I tucked her in, we talked about marriage."

"Oh? Whose?"

"Hers, at first."

"And?"

"I told her she had to be fifty."

"You didn't."

"Of course I did."

Sam rested her head on Jack's shoulder, smiling.

"And then...?"

"And then this morning, over our first bowl of ice cream, she reminded me that I told her we could talk about it later, so she brought it up again."

"And...?"

"She told me that if I wanted to marry you, it was okay with her, she'd relinquish all claim to me. For a price."

"Dancing?"

"Oh, yeah. Whenever she wanted to."

"Wow. That's quite a price to pay."

Jack nodded.

"I almost told her no."

"You did not."

"Of course not." He rested his chin on the top of her head. "The time's going to come when things are in a place where you and I can get married, you know?"

She nodded. She knew that. Neither of them was ready just then, and she wasn't in a hurry. She had him. As much of him as she wanted. When things were more settled at the SGC, and one of them – or both – was ready to stop doing what they were doing, then they'd make it official. There was time for all that. She knew that, and he knew that, too.

"So, until then..."

"Until then, it's dance lessons whenever she comes for a visit – and I'm here."

"And, of course, you'll always be here, because you can't stay away from her."

"Pretty much."

Pretty much, nothing. He was addicted, and Sam knew it. She'd have to remember that, and make sure to invite Gina over more often.

The end!

Author's note: There were a lot of ways I could have ended this one, including, of course, a proposal and engagement. But I'm not ready for that, just yet. So the story is done! I hoped you liked it. Remember, there was no purpose in it, it's just for fun, and because I wanted to touch base with that little girl. (Besides, I wanted to write something utterly sappy)