The sound of the front door opening brought Sam to her feet. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. It was now or never. No matter what, she was determined to make her father talk. Only the second she saw him dripping wet, shivering in the doorway, and bleeding from his eyebrow she was forced to put that talk on a temporary hold.

"Oh, my God! Dad! What happened?" Sam asked hurrying to him.

"I was attacked. I suspect our government wanted to get their hands on Selmak," he said through his chattering teeth. "We'll have to call George and get a team out here...although I don't think my attackers will be out there by the time a team from the SGC arrives. But still we need to report it."

"That cut is bleeding badly!" she said noticing the amount of blood on his shirt.

"It's just a scratch," he replied as he attempted to touch the cut above his eye only she grabbed his arm first then dragged him to the bathroom.

"It's a gash! It needs medical treatment. So let me take care of it," she said forcing him to sit on the toilet seat.

"First I need to get warm by taking a hot shower and into some dry clothes. I feel like a Popsicle," he joked getting back on his feet.

"Sit!" she ordered and was surprised when he actually sat down.

She even surprised herself with the harshness of her voice towards him. Judging from the expression on his face she realized she might have been too harsh.

"Sorry dad," she sighed pulling a small first aid kit out of the medicine cabinet. "I just want to stop the bleeding."

He slowly nodded.

Silence filled the small room, except for Jacob's occasional teeth clattering. Sam quickly cleaned the deep cut. It was in fact a nasty gash, which required stitches, but she knew that wasn't going to happen and wasn't really necessary once Selmak was healed. So she did her best with what she had.

"OW!" he winced when she used a small bandage to pull the tender skin surrounding the cut together.

Sam didn't respond but merely repeated what she did with another bandage. Only this time his eyes locked onto hers. His features softened and he looked concerned.

"Are you ok Sam?"

"I'm just worried about you," she replied feeling her earlier frustrations returning.

"Sam I'll be fin..."

"And you're not doing Selmak any good getting hurt."

"It wasn't my fault!"

"Oh...now you can admit something's not your fault!" she snapped putting the first aid kit back in the medicine cabinet and slamming the door shut.

"Sam, I'm sorry about what happened earlier."

"I'm not mad at you dad. But you can be a real pain in the ass...and sometimes too self absorbed in your own pain to notice anyone else's."

"Sam..."

"Do you know when I first heard you were capture, all I could think about was that day mom died," she said seeing him flinch at her words. "I could see it all as if it had just happened. I've never forgotten that look on your face...you didn't even have to tell me mom was gone...I just knew."

He didn't say anything but he slumped on the seat and looked away from her. However it was not her intention to make him feel any worse than he already was.

"Dad, you have nothing to be sorry about," she spoke softly resting her hand gently on his shoulder. "Mom's death was an accident, it wasn't your fault. I forgave you long ago. But you've never forgiven yourself, even to this day. And it's the same with your friend...Michael Riley."

Jacob shot her a surprised look.

"His death wasn't your fault either," she said touching his face, seeing the sadness in his eyes. "I'll heat you up some soup, that should help to warm you up. I'll also call General Hammond and have a team sent out here. We'll talk later."