Author's notes and ramblings: There's nothing like a week off school to get
some writing in huh? So, um, I'm not a lawyer and don't plan on becoming
one, so if there's anything funky in that matter either let me know or just
ignore it for the sake of the plot. Thanks for reading! Enjoy!
Chapter 26
The next morning Jacob made his daughter and new grandson pancakes, bacon and eggs. Brady gobbled it down with the energy of a child, and then asked to be excused. When he was granted permission, he ran into the backyard and set about amusing himself with handsprings and cartwheels. Jacob laughed at the sight as he gathered up the dirty dishes and took them to the sink. Sam sighed as her curiosity reached its peak.
-So, what were you doing at Jack's until one in the morning?
Jacob smiled at his daughter and started running water in the sink, taking a moment before he answered.
-I told you not to wait up.
-I didn't, but I'm a light sleeper and I heard you come in.
-Right...
-So?
He sighed, half regretting the previous night's conversation. What was he thinking trying to mess with his daughter's life? He had no right. And yet the fact that his dear friend joined him in scheming led him to believe that they were doing the right thing.
-I just wanted to tell him about Samuel, let him know he wasn't alone,
and tell him that if he ever wanted to talk I'm only a gate away.
-And that took and hour and a half?
-Well, it has been ten years since I've driven a car, and I only half
knew where I was going, and we had ice cream, and played with his
puppy and...
She threw up her hands in surrender, and proceeded to wash the dishes.
-Ok, ok, so you don't want to tell me. That's fine. But, you better
not have been up to trouble.
Jacob grinned innocently.
-Me? Trouble?
-Dad...
-I'm serious, Sam. I'm not up to anything rotten. It was just a friendly chat.
Lucky for Jacob, lying was a skill he had perfected after living among the Tok'ra for so long. He hated lying to his own daughter but...it would all work out in the end...he hoped.
The doorbell rang before Sam could question him further. She quickly dried her hands and went to answer it. A tall man in a dark suit looked up as she opened the door and smiled grimly.
-Samantha Carter?
She nodded impatiently.
-What can I do for you?
The man took a deep breath.
-My name is Aaron Thompson. I'm representing Jonathon O'Neill.
-Jack? What's going on? I don't understand...
Aaron handed her a thick manila envelope and a business card.
-If you have any questions about the documents contained herein feel
free to have your lawyer give me a call at this number.
-What...my...my lawyer? I don't have a lawyer...I...
-Then I suggest you get one. Good day Miss Carter.
With that, he turned and left. Sam stared after him in shock and then ran into the house clutching the envelope in her white knuckled hands. Instantly she began to leaf through the papers in confusion and horror. Jacob joined her a moment later.
-What's up Sam?
-Jack's suing me for custody of Brady...
Chapter 26
The next morning Jacob made his daughter and new grandson pancakes, bacon and eggs. Brady gobbled it down with the energy of a child, and then asked to be excused. When he was granted permission, he ran into the backyard and set about amusing himself with handsprings and cartwheels. Jacob laughed at the sight as he gathered up the dirty dishes and took them to the sink. Sam sighed as her curiosity reached its peak.
-So, what were you doing at Jack's until one in the morning?
Jacob smiled at his daughter and started running water in the sink, taking a moment before he answered.
-I told you not to wait up.
-I didn't, but I'm a light sleeper and I heard you come in.
-Right...
-So?
He sighed, half regretting the previous night's conversation. What was he thinking trying to mess with his daughter's life? He had no right. And yet the fact that his dear friend joined him in scheming led him to believe that they were doing the right thing.
-I just wanted to tell him about Samuel, let him know he wasn't alone,
and tell him that if he ever wanted to talk I'm only a gate away.
-And that took and hour and a half?
-Well, it has been ten years since I've driven a car, and I only half
knew where I was going, and we had ice cream, and played with his
puppy and...
She threw up her hands in surrender, and proceeded to wash the dishes.
-Ok, ok, so you don't want to tell me. That's fine. But, you better
not have been up to trouble.
Jacob grinned innocently.
-Me? Trouble?
-Dad...
-I'm serious, Sam. I'm not up to anything rotten. It was just a friendly chat.
Lucky for Jacob, lying was a skill he had perfected after living among the Tok'ra for so long. He hated lying to his own daughter but...it would all work out in the end...he hoped.
The doorbell rang before Sam could question him further. She quickly dried her hands and went to answer it. A tall man in a dark suit looked up as she opened the door and smiled grimly.
-Samantha Carter?
She nodded impatiently.
-What can I do for you?
The man took a deep breath.
-My name is Aaron Thompson. I'm representing Jonathon O'Neill.
-Jack? What's going on? I don't understand...
Aaron handed her a thick manila envelope and a business card.
-If you have any questions about the documents contained herein feel
free to have your lawyer give me a call at this number.
-What...my...my lawyer? I don't have a lawyer...I...
-Then I suggest you get one. Good day Miss Carter.
With that, he turned and left. Sam stared after him in shock and then ran into the house clutching the envelope in her white knuckled hands. Instantly she began to leaf through the papers in confusion and horror. Jacob joined her a moment later.
-What's up Sam?
-Jack's suing me for custody of Brady...