A/N:  Howdy, all!  I know it's been a long time since I last posted and I must apologize for that.  If I haven't already mentioned, my anatomy and physiology class is really working on my last nerve.  Anyway, thanks a lot for the suggestions and I hope you enjoy this next installment.  Any and all constructive criticism is welcome.

Jonas sat at his desk trying damn hard to focus on what he was doing.  Leg bouncing and tapping his pen against the desk in a synchronic beat, all he could think about was Jenna.  She had only been gone an hour, possibly the second most anxiety-ridden hour that he'd ever experienced.  Well, at least, he thought, the second most anxiety-ridden in my personal life. 

Tossing his pen upon the desk, Jonas leaned back in his chair and vigorously rubbed his face.  He glanced at the television set, watching the continuous broadcast of the weather switch from the New York report to that of St. Louis.  He never got tired of the broadcasts and always found it calming.  It was a symbol of this world's dogged determination to attempt to predict the future and adapt to that which it ultimately had no control over. 

Today though, the weather could not keep his mind from other things.  He was too restless and felt that there really was no sense in sitting at his desk when he couldn't work so he decided to go for a walk.  Turning off the TV, Jonas walked out of his office and abruptly turned left and right into Sam, knocking a file out of her hand.

"Jeeze, Sam, I'm really sorry," he said as he kneeled down to pick up the file and its scattered contents.  "I wasn't looking where I was going."

"Ya know, looking up helps with the whole not bumping into people aspect of walking."

Jonas paused with a weird sense of déjà vu, and then shook his head.  "I know, Sam.  I just have something on my mind."

"Something bothering you," Sam asked as Jonas gave her the file.  She noted that the lines between his brows were at their deepest and they only got that way when he was stressed out about something.

"What makes you say that?"

"These…" she replied, as she brought her finger to the bridge of her nose indicating that he should do the same to his own.  Jonas brought his own finger up and felt the deep creases between his eyebrows and couldn't suppress a slight grin.

"I didn't think I was that easy to read."

"Only to people who know you," Sam said returning his smile.  "So what has you so distracted that you had your eyes down and not up."

"It's nothing.  Really." He said.  "What brings you to this neck of the woods?"

"I wanted to ask you about some translations.  Now don't try to change the subject," she said, smiling at his use of an Earth euphemism, at the same time recognizing the diversionary tactic for what it was.

"Really, Sam, it's not a big deal…well, maybe not a big deal for me per say…" Jonas glanced down then looked back at Sam as he took a deep breath contemplating what he'd say next.

"You want to talk about it?"

Jonas took a good look into the Major's eyes and recognized the concern for what it was.  Turing to the side, Jonas nodded toward his office then followed Sam in and closed the door behind him. 

"I have this friend," he began, and once they were both seated he preceded to lay out Jenna's circumstances in the most 'hypothetical' way he could.

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"Say again?" Janet Frasier has encountered many things while acting as the Chief Medical Officer for the SGC, but of all the things she ever thought she would be confronted with, the last thing she thought it would be was an issue of paternity. 

"I need you to test my blood against someone in the SGC to determine whether or not he's my father."

"May I ask whose blood you want me to test?" she asked.  Janet was completely flabbergasted at the notion and surprised herself at still being able to talk.

"Only if you say you'll do it and promise not to tell the person whom you're testing my blood against."  Jenna knew she was asking a lot of the doctor and was still kicking herself for letting Jack talk her into it.  He stood off to the side, being supportive just by being there.

"Jenna, I just can't perform a paternity test without the knowledge and consent of all parties involved.  And it's not just because doing so is against regulations.  The man in question has the right to know about any procedure involving his medical file."

"Come on, Doc.  This is a very touchy topic and we simply don't want to unduly affect the guy's ability to work around Jenna if it turns out they're related…or not," Jack emphasized the last with raised eyebrows trying for the sincere look he hoped would sway Janet their way.

Janet knew the look well and wasn't swayed in the least.  She'd become quite immune to the look that the Colonel used every time he tried to get his way.  She would have thought he'd learn by now that it didn't work on her.

"You need to give me more than that, Colonel," Janet crossed her arms and looked up at him with a determined look on her face.

"The guy's got a family," Jack explained in all seriousness.  "We just don't want to make things more complicated than they have to be."

"Sorry, Colonel.  Rules are rules.  Without the expressed permission from the one you want me to specifically test against, I can't help you."

"How about if you don't specifically test someone?" Emillynn interjected. "Could you broaden the criteria for testing and include all potentials and simply compare Jenna's DNA to that of the base personnel's instead?"

"You're splitting hairs with that one, don't you think?"

"Come on, Doc, give the kid a break."

Janet looked from Jack to Jenna/Emillynn, then after a couple of minutes finally sighed.  If she didn't give in now she'd never get any work done.  Jack could nag her all day if he wanted and wouldn't feel the slightest bit of guilt in doing it.  He'd probably even enjoy it.  The man loved any excuse that kept him from his own paperwork.

"Fine," she finally said dropping her arms to her side as she sighed, "but only if the General agrees.  No arguments, Jenna," she said raising her finger to emphasize a point.  "He'd have to be notified anyway and believe me when I say it'll be better for you if he knows up front now as opposed to finding out about it later."

"Okay," Jenna said with a shaky sigh.  "How long will it be before you'll be able to tell us anything?"

"There are a lot of personnel on the base and, ruling out the women and anyone too young to be your father…twenty-four hours, maybe a little longer.  So the sooner you get permission the sooner I can get this started."

"Thanks, Dr. Frasier."

Jenna and Jack stepped outside Janet's office and stood outside the door for a moment.  Jack, hands in his pockets, watched as Jenna looked down at her hands and fidgeted.  After another moment she glanced anxiously up at Jack.

"You want me to talk to the General for you, don't you?"

"Yeah, could you?" she asked, expelling the breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding.

"Sure.  Come on."

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Whew hoo wipes brow… So tell me what you think, ya'll.