Sam heard a familiar 'Doh' as she walked through the door followed by
laughter.
"Are trying to corrupt my father sir?" Sam asked as she lent against the door frame and watched them.
"Hey Sam. No Selmak likes the Simpson's. Nice walk?" Jack asked.
"Yes thank you. Since you're busy I'll go and finish my report for the General." She pushed herself off, the frame and turned but then a familiar smell hit her. "You've been drinking beer." She accused.
"Busted." Jacob mouthed to Jack.
"We only had one each; I'm not on the drugs anymore so it's fine." Jack replied.
"Fine, just don't drink anymore I don't want you falling over drunk and breaking something so that I have to explain it to Janet." Sam turned and went to get her laptop so she could sit at the table. Sam worked for twenty minutes before the phone rang. "O'Neill residence."
"Hey Sam, its Sara."
"Hello Sara. How are all the plans for the wedding going?"
"It's all a little hectic. Can I speak to Jack please?" She asked.
"Of course. If you'll just hold on for a minute." She got up and walked into the lounge. "Colonel, its Sara." She held the phone out to him.
"Hey Sara." Jack said as he took the phone. "How did he manage that?.... Sara, I really don't think. Are you sure you really want me to?.... Okay.. Yes I'll remind her. I'll see you there. Bye." He hung up and handed Sam the phone. "Sara said to remind you're still invited."
"I still can't go for the same reasons I gave her. I'm going back to work."
"Who's Sara?" Jacob asked.
"My ex-wife. She's getting married next weekend; she came over last week to stay with me while Sam went out for a while. They bonded, so Sara invited Sam to the wedding." Jack supplied.
"That must be weird."
"We deal with weirder things on a daily basis. Well that's what I keep telling myself."
"I bet."
An hour and a half later the phone rang again.
"O'Neill residence." Sam said answering the phone.
"General Hammond calling for Jacob Carter. Please hold."
"Dad, General Hammond for you." Sam said as she walked to the lounge, but they weren't there they were sat on the deck outside. "Dad, phone." She held it out to him. "General Hammond."
"George." Jacob said taking the phone. "I'll be right there. That will be fine. Okay thanks. Bye." He hung up. "Garshaw needs me back."
"I'll drive you the Colonel's scabbing over so he'll be fine."
"George is sending a car." Jacob said. "I guess my vacation is over."
"You call two days a vacation?" Jack questioned. "It takes me that long to get out of the state."
"Not everybody spends the first three days of their vacation trying to coerce the rest of his team into going fishing with him." Sam pointed out.
"You'd like fishing." Jack stated adamantly.
"And she's very good at it too." Jacob added, which earned a scowl from Sam and a questioning look from Jack.
"You know how to fish?"
"Thanks Dad." Sam said sarcastically. "Yes sir, I know how to fish, I know how to play ice-hockey, basketball, baseball, soccer, I can kick box too. I can also build a bomb with enough impact to kill a specific person and leave everyone except them perfectly fine." Jacob smiled.
"She's an Air Force brat Jack. She also went to school with mostly boys. I still don't think those Airmen who you beat in that basketball contest ever the fact that they were beaten by a sixteen year-old girl."
"They shouldn't have been so cocky, or decided that wolf-whistling at a Colonel's daughter was a good idea. They had an awful lay-up and besides which Sgt Hennessey was a great teacher."
"That guy could have gone pro if he hadn't wanted to join up so much." Jacob recalled.
"He works at the Pentagon now. If you're ever in DC you should go and visit I'm sure he'd love to see you."
"I think the Pentagon would have a problem with me walking in there since having Selmak technically makes me an alien."
"Dad, you'll always be an American citizen and an Air Force General first. Besides which you're on speaking terms with the President." Sam pointed out. Jack watched the interaction between father and daughter. "What?" Sam said as she eyed him suspiciously.
"Nothing, just didn't figure you for the sporty type."
"There's a lot you don't know about me sir." Sam said with a coy smile. "Dad, if I encrypt my report can you take it to the General for me?" She asked.
"Of course."
"I'd better go and finish it then." She took the phone and walked back into the house.
"She's a wonder." Jack commented.
"That she is. She can do pretty much anything she puts her mind too, except cook. She never quite got the hang of it."
"She's getting better; Danny and I are teaching her slowly. Baking's not a good idea though, she gets flour everywhere."
"She used to bake cookies a lot when she was a kid. She lost interest after mother died. She became even more determined to do everything, Mark on the other hand hates the Air Force with a vengeance. The only reason he forgave her was because she was his little sister, me he never did."
"I thought things were better after you went to San Diego a few years ago."
"He's more tolerant."
"You can't win them all."
"No you can't."
TBC
"Are trying to corrupt my father sir?" Sam asked as she lent against the door frame and watched them.
"Hey Sam. No Selmak likes the Simpson's. Nice walk?" Jack asked.
"Yes thank you. Since you're busy I'll go and finish my report for the General." She pushed herself off, the frame and turned but then a familiar smell hit her. "You've been drinking beer." She accused.
"Busted." Jacob mouthed to Jack.
"We only had one each; I'm not on the drugs anymore so it's fine." Jack replied.
"Fine, just don't drink anymore I don't want you falling over drunk and breaking something so that I have to explain it to Janet." Sam turned and went to get her laptop so she could sit at the table. Sam worked for twenty minutes before the phone rang. "O'Neill residence."
"Hey Sam, its Sara."
"Hello Sara. How are all the plans for the wedding going?"
"It's all a little hectic. Can I speak to Jack please?" She asked.
"Of course. If you'll just hold on for a minute." She got up and walked into the lounge. "Colonel, its Sara." She held the phone out to him.
"Hey Sara." Jack said as he took the phone. "How did he manage that?.... Sara, I really don't think. Are you sure you really want me to?.... Okay.. Yes I'll remind her. I'll see you there. Bye." He hung up and handed Sam the phone. "Sara said to remind you're still invited."
"I still can't go for the same reasons I gave her. I'm going back to work."
"Who's Sara?" Jacob asked.
"My ex-wife. She's getting married next weekend; she came over last week to stay with me while Sam went out for a while. They bonded, so Sara invited Sam to the wedding." Jack supplied.
"That must be weird."
"We deal with weirder things on a daily basis. Well that's what I keep telling myself."
"I bet."
An hour and a half later the phone rang again.
"O'Neill residence." Sam said answering the phone.
"General Hammond calling for Jacob Carter. Please hold."
"Dad, General Hammond for you." Sam said as she walked to the lounge, but they weren't there they were sat on the deck outside. "Dad, phone." She held it out to him. "General Hammond."
"George." Jacob said taking the phone. "I'll be right there. That will be fine. Okay thanks. Bye." He hung up. "Garshaw needs me back."
"I'll drive you the Colonel's scabbing over so he'll be fine."
"George is sending a car." Jacob said. "I guess my vacation is over."
"You call two days a vacation?" Jack questioned. "It takes me that long to get out of the state."
"Not everybody spends the first three days of their vacation trying to coerce the rest of his team into going fishing with him." Sam pointed out.
"You'd like fishing." Jack stated adamantly.
"And she's very good at it too." Jacob added, which earned a scowl from Sam and a questioning look from Jack.
"You know how to fish?"
"Thanks Dad." Sam said sarcastically. "Yes sir, I know how to fish, I know how to play ice-hockey, basketball, baseball, soccer, I can kick box too. I can also build a bomb with enough impact to kill a specific person and leave everyone except them perfectly fine." Jacob smiled.
"She's an Air Force brat Jack. She also went to school with mostly boys. I still don't think those Airmen who you beat in that basketball contest ever the fact that they were beaten by a sixteen year-old girl."
"They shouldn't have been so cocky, or decided that wolf-whistling at a Colonel's daughter was a good idea. They had an awful lay-up and besides which Sgt Hennessey was a great teacher."
"That guy could have gone pro if he hadn't wanted to join up so much." Jacob recalled.
"He works at the Pentagon now. If you're ever in DC you should go and visit I'm sure he'd love to see you."
"I think the Pentagon would have a problem with me walking in there since having Selmak technically makes me an alien."
"Dad, you'll always be an American citizen and an Air Force General first. Besides which you're on speaking terms with the President." Sam pointed out. Jack watched the interaction between father and daughter. "What?" Sam said as she eyed him suspiciously.
"Nothing, just didn't figure you for the sporty type."
"There's a lot you don't know about me sir." Sam said with a coy smile. "Dad, if I encrypt my report can you take it to the General for me?" She asked.
"Of course."
"I'd better go and finish it then." She took the phone and walked back into the house.
"She's a wonder." Jack commented.
"That she is. She can do pretty much anything she puts her mind too, except cook. She never quite got the hang of it."
"She's getting better; Danny and I are teaching her slowly. Baking's not a good idea though, she gets flour everywhere."
"She used to bake cookies a lot when she was a kid. She lost interest after mother died. She became even more determined to do everything, Mark on the other hand hates the Air Force with a vengeance. The only reason he forgave her was because she was his little sister, me he never did."
"I thought things were better after you went to San Diego a few years ago."
"He's more tolerant."
"You can't win them all."
"No you can't."
TBC