Beep! Beep! Beep!

Jacob kept his eyes closed while he reached, feeling around for the alarm clock. The beeping seemed to be growing louder and was getting to be really annoying. The only thing more annoying was that he couldn't find the damn clock to turn it off. Then his eyes popped open realizing that there was no alarm clock.

'Selmak! I was sleeping!'

'For too long I might add! It's time to get up! Wouldn't want you to sleep through your father-daughter vacation,' Selmak replied playfully.

Grabbing the pillow Jacob groaned loudly and covered his head.

'Ten more minutes,' he pleaded.

'Sorry, Jacob. I don't have a snooze button,' she replied sarcastically.

'Or an off button,' he added with a wicked grin on his face.

That grin quickly disappeared when his stomach suddenly felt like it was about to hurl last night's dinner.

'Stop it!' he said sitting up covering his mouth. 'I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Stop it! I'm sorry!'

'You should be sorry...off button!,' she harrumphed while Jacob sighed in relief.

'I hate it when you wiggle around in there like that. Make's me want to puke.'

Selmak didn't reply but Jacob felt her anger quickly dissolve into amusement. She seemed to be in a delightful mood despite his wise ass remark about an off button. He smiled getting to his feet. It was a wonderful feeling having her back to her usual self.

"Oh, crap!" he cried out looking at the time on his watch. "It's past noon! We slept for..."

'Sel...when did I go to bed last night?'

'You never made it to bed on your own. Shortly after dinner you fell asleep on the couch while Samantha was talking. She didn't realize you were sleeping until you started snoring.'

'I don't snore!'

'Yes you do! You snored for most of the fifteen hours that we slept.'

'I don't snore!'

'Yes, you do!'

'Whatever. How did I get dressed in my pajamas then?'

'Samantha,' Selmak said instantly feeling Jacob blush. ' Don't be embarrassed, Jacob. I was too weak to do dress you by myself. Besides, she got a kick out of your boxer shorts.'

'Hey! These are my favorite! They're kind of like the ones Allison bought for me as a joke.'

Jacob felt a tingling sensation at the back of his neck and he had this mental image of Selmak rolling on the floor in laughter. At the same time he could hear she was laughing uncontrollable.

'Ok, jokes over. Besides, I don't care. I like the smiley faces. Plus, it's not like anyone gets to see me in my underwear, so who's to know.'

"Dad, you up?" Sam called quietly from outside the door.

"I'm up," he yawned opening the bedroom door. "Sorry I slept in so late."

"Looks like it did you both a lot of good," Sam smiled reaching and pulling the bandages of his eyebrow. "Your bruises are gone too."

Glancing down he saw the bruises were all gone, as were the scratches. His body did ache and was a little stiff but that was normal after a healing session.

"Selmak is feeling much better. I can usually tell by the sound of her beeps."

"What?"

"Oh...she likes to use the sound of an alarm clock to wake me up. When she's in a good mood I get this nice soft beep."

"What about if she's angry?"

"It's a loud, annoying fire alarm going off in my head!"

"I'll let you get dressed," Sam laughed. "Lunch is ready if you're hungry. There's also some fresh coffee."

"Great, I'm famished. I'll be there in a few."

'Ah...Jacob you're not going to be drinking any coffee, are you?' Selmak asked as they headed into the bathroom.

'Yes, why?' he replied inspecting where the gash used to be on his eyebrow.

'It's nasty stuff, makes me feel jittery. How could something that smells so good taste so bitter?'

'Not to your liking?'

'No. What about hot chocolate with marshmallows? It sounds so sweet and I like chocolate. Plus, it was a favorite drink your mother used to make for you when you were a boy.'

'Only I'm not a boy anymore.'

'That's for sure. Are you going to ever shave? If not, I'll do it.'

'No way! I'll shave myself. I let you try one time too many.'

'But I only tried once.'

'Exactly.'

It took ten minutes for Jacob to get dress and shave. He felt ten times better than he did yesterday. All due to Selmak. He could sense she wasn't one hundred percent yet but she was damn close.

'A goatee?' she pointed out after Jacob dried his face.

'I wanted to do something different for a change. Don't worry, I'll shave it off before we go back to the Tok'ra. Unless you like it, then I'll keep it.'

'I don't know. You can keep it if you have hot chocolate with marshmallows instead of coffee.'

'We don't even have...'

'Yes we do! I saw Sam had made herself a cup last night while you were dozing off.'

Jacob simply shook his head and chuckled as he left the bathroom.

Sam had to suppress a laugh when her dad asked for hot chocolate with marshmallows. Never in her life did she imagine him having such a sweet drink. But there he was, dunking the marshmallows with a spoon before taking a sip.

He tried telling her Selmak never had it before and was curious. While it was a good answer, Sam knew better. Her father knew to well how you drink hot chocolate. He even got hot chocolate on the top part of his goatee making Sam giggle as she wiped it off.

"Dad, I have a surprise for you," Sam said leading him into the living room.

Near the front door were a couple of boxes. She picked one up and headed over to the couch, offering him the seat beside her.

"Dad, you know I love you. And I don't want you to ever be afraid to talk about mom with me anymore."

"Thanks Sam. That means a lot to me because you remind me so much of her. You have her smile. Her hair and eyes...unfortunately you inherited my stubbornness."

"Thank God I have your stubbornness. It's saved my life on numerous occasions!"

"And I thought you were using your brains the whole time!"

"Dad!"

"Sorry honey. I knew what you meant," he smiled. "So what's in the boxes?"

"I found them in the basement of your house, which is now my house. They're full of pictures...of the family."

Sam reached opened a box pulling out a picture then handed it to him

"Your mother loved taking pictures...but she never seemed to have time to organize them," Jacob said sadly looking at the photograph.

"I thought we could organize them...put them into photo albums."

Jacob suddenly burst into laughter.

"What?"

"Selmak can't believe that I actually had a full head of hair during part of my adulthood. She always thought it was a figment of my imagination," he explained making Sam laugh so hard tears were rolling down her cheeks.

"She says you looked cute with pigtails and ribbons in your hair," he smiled warmly.

"When was that picture taken?"

"A month after I came home from Vietnam...we went to some fireworks fair that July in 1970," he sighed staring at the picture. "It was your first fireworks show. You got scared and started crying when they started shooting them off."

"I don't remember that."

"I do. I held you all night until you fell asleep in my arms. I even made Allison drive because I didn't want to let you go."

Sam leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.

"Thanks dad," she smiled.

Rummaging through the boxes, Sam and her father began organizing the photos. It was time consuming but that was the purpose. It gave Sam and her father time to reminisce over the photos. Laughing at most, feeling sadness from some.

It wasn't until late that day that Sam saw her father holding a cigar box he pulled from the bottom one of the boxes. He slowly opened the lid and pulled out the top photograph. Curious Sam moved next to him and he showed it to her.

"Is that you and Mike?"

"Yes."

"You two seemed close."

"Like brothers."

"Is that...dad, I didn't know you used to smoke."

"It was almost required. I mean it was part of your supplies you were knife, assault rifle, carton of smokes and a book of matches or a lighter if you were an officer. After I came home, I never smoked in front of your mother or you kids. I only smoked for a couple of years then decided to quit. I never really liked it, it was more a habit than anything."

"Why are you both covered in mud?" she asked when he finished.

He smiled, "The guys in my unit, seeing that Mike and I were the same height and weight, made a bet that Mike could kick my ass in a wrestling match. There wasn't much to do at the time and I had my ego to defend so I agreed, as did Mike."

"Who won?"

"It was a tie. Neither of us could take advantage. We had been going at it for an hour before Garrett finally decided enough was enough. He didn't want us to get injured too badly."

Jacob put the picture back and sighed, "Two weeks later Mike was killed."

"Oh my God," Jacob laughed picking up another photograph. "Here's one for ya!"

It was of two pilots in front of a fighter plane. One was her father the other was a man who's smile she immediately recognized.

"Is that?"

"Uncle George!" Jacob laughed. "Well, that's what you used to call him. We should give this to him as a present. He would get a kick out of it. Maybe he'll even tell you the story about that aircraft in the picture."

"Why won't you?"

"He made me swear to never tell a soul!"

After their laughter faded, Sam saw her father's face turn serious.

"Sam, when we visit Mark and his family next week...we should take some pictures. I think it's time my grandchildren learned about their grandmother."

"Sounds great!" she said hugging and kissing him. "I think Mark would like that very much."

"I hope so," he smiled.