AN:  Okay, all.  After coming up with various ways to end this, I finally came up with this.  I hope you enjoy it and I hope that it follows through with how everyone would react to the truth.

"I'm his what?" "She's my what?" came the simultaneous reply.

"I said that the tests were conclusive.  You two are father and daughter."

"Did I hear correctly?" Jonas asked, walking through the door.

"Hear what correctly?" Sam asked coming in after Jonas, Teal'c close behind.

"Janet just said that Jack was Jenna's father."

"What is this? A convention?"

"Congratulations, O'Neill.  You will make a wonderful father," Teal'c said, the corners of his mouth turning up.

"Are you trying to be funny?" Jenna asked.

"I didn't think it was Wilcox," Sam said, smiling like the Cheshire cat.  "He's too much of a straight arrow."

"Hey!"

"I mean that in a good way, sir," Sam responded, still smiling.

"Thanks.  I think."

"You knew?" Jenna asked, turning a suspicious glance toward Jonas.

"There wasn't anything that I could do," Jonas said defensively.  "She practically twisted my arm."

"He sang like a bird and I never even had to touch him."

"And they allow you access to classified documents," Jenna grinned, punching him with her good arm.

"Ow!" Jonas rubbed his shoulder and glared at Sam with a promise of vengeance.

"If you think about it," Janet said, "someone who saw you two together and didn't know Jenna's history would have assumed you both were related.  You both have the same eyes."

"I do not have the same eyes as Jack," Jenna said, slightly taken aback.  "No offense, Jack."

"Offense taken!" Jack exclaimed, annoyed.

"I believe," Teal'c sought to clarify, "that Dr. Fraiser means not to include his eyebrows in that assessment, Jenna Reeyu."

"For cryin' out loud, what the hell's wrong with my eyebrows!" Jack felt his eyebrows, never having had issues with them himself; he'd always thought that they made his face look stronger.

"There's nothing wrong with your brows, Jack," Jonas said in an attempt to pacify the colonel.  "It's just that they're not women's eyebrows."

"Could you imagine if she had his nose?"

"Watch it, Carter."

"Ohhh, I think I'm going to be sick," Jenna said, going pale and gripping her stomach.

"Jack, grab the bowl!" Janet shouted.

Jack saw the pink kidney-shaped bowl and got it to Jenna just in time.  Holding it by the edges with just the tips of his fingers, he dropped the whole thing in the trashcan.  Something, he thought, I should have grabbed to begin with.

"Sorry about that, Jack," Jenna said embarrassed.  She watched him walk to the sink to wash his hands as she wiped her mouth with a towel that Janet had given her.

"That's what dads are for," Jack said.  "What sadist designed those bowels anyway?  They should be bigger."

"Oh, my ribs are killing me," Jenna grimaced.  The retching had strained her side.

"Sorry about that, Jenna," Janet said, walking to one of the medicine cabinets to retrieve a painkiller.  "Nausea is one of the side affects of the anti-inflammatory drug I'm giving you.  Most people don't get sick, it was probably all the excitement."  Janet returned to Jenna's side and handed her a couple of pills and a glass of water.

"What are these?" she asked.

"One's for the nausea and the other's a pain pill.  It'll make her drowsy," she said turning to the rest, "so you should all go and let her get her rest."

"See you later, Jenna," Sam said moving towards the door.

"Rest well," Teal'c moved to follow her and they both waited by the door for Jonas and Jack.

"I'll come by later and eat dinner with you, okay," Jonas said as leaned down and gave her a quick kiss.

"You guys go ahead, I'm going to stay here awhile," Jack waved them off and reclaimed his seat by the bed.

"Call me if you start feeling nauseous again," Janet said before leaving herself.

"So," Jenna said, suddenly nervous as she looked up at Jack.  "What should I call you?  'Dad,' 'pop' or just 'Jack.'"

"What did you plan on calling Wilcox?" Jack asked, suddenly a little jealous of the fact she could have been having this conversation with him.

"I never really thought that far ahead.  And I'm kind of glad I didn't," she smiled.

"Well, in that case, call me whatever you feel more comfortable with," he replied, understanding her need to ask.  It was one thing to secretly know whom your father was, but to find you were wrong about the 'whom' and have the reality of it out in the open was entirely different.  He still felt a little shell-shocked himself.

"Maybe I'll just call you 'Jack' for now.  At least until I get used to the idea," she added quickly.

"'Jack' it is," he said, surprised to find that he was a little relieved.  Although there have been a few people he's known that he had come to care for like a father, he now was officially one again and wasn't sure if he was ready to be called 'dad' by someone other than Charlie.  He looked at Jenna and watched as her eyes began to droop.  I'll get over it.

"I can't keep my eyes open," Jenna said, taken a deep breath and forcing eyes open wide.

"Don't try to.  Just get some sleep.  We'll have plenty of time to talk later."

"Sure," she whispered, drifting off.  Then smiling, she asked.  "Does this mean I get to drive your truck?"

"Go to sleep," he said, chuckling.

Jack listened as her breathing evened out into the pattern of sleep and took her hand into his own.  Time, he thought, we always think there's enough of it.  He thought about the last few weeks and how, in too short a time, Jenna had come close to death once and had actually died a second time before miraculously reviving.  She had known too much tragedy in the past year and he wasn't sure he wanted her to risk her life anymore. 

It had been different before.  She was a grown woman who he felt had a right to choose to do the job and fight the good fight.  Now the situation was different and that didn't matter to him.  Now she was his daughter and he had a say.  Jack knew he had a fight ahead of him because just having gotten to know her these past few months had taught him that she was as stubborn as he was.

Time.  I'll find a way to make sure we have it.

The End….For Now

Woo hoo! It's finally done!!  So what did you all honestly think?  Too much, not enough, or just right?

Let me know.

Very small spoiler for Season 8 for those who haven't seen 'From Stargate to Atlantis.'

Side note:  I already have another installment scheduled for release in the near future and amazingly it involves the replicator Fifth to a small extent.  Imagine my surprise to learn that he was returning for season 8.  I swear I found out after I thought about including him in my next story.  The psychic powers have struck again. ;) Go figure.