Okay as you have obviously guessed I have removed the authors note as I have a way of getting round my problem. Sorry that this has taken so long to update AGAIN, I have A-Levels in a Month so preparations for them are kind of hectic. Good Luck to anyone taking G.C.S.E'S, AS Levels and A2 Levels. Thanks for all your support. As per usual I want to thank The Female Apophis and Liechtensteinerin for their support. I am also offering my services as a beta if any one wants it!!!

I have just realized that I haven't done a disclaimer at all so here goes: I DON'T own Stargate SG-1 though Jack and Danny would be really nice.

Thanks Folks

Young Love

Chapter Eight: Son's, Brother's and Father's

As Christmas approached Sam and Jon got closer, but as promised he took it slowly, never kissing more than gently on the lips. When the Christmas Holidays arrived Jake drove down to the university and picked the two of them up. It took an hour for the three to return to Jake's house. Charlie was going home to Michigan while Daniel and Janet were going back to her parents in Denver.

"Jon, a word of warning, my son, Mark, hates anything to do with the Air Force so don't tell him you're a Flyboy. Oh and there is a Dance on Christmas Eve do you guys want two tickets?" Sam looked at Jon who said "Yes Please Sir," Jon never addressed Jake by his name unless he was told to.

"Jon the name is Jake. Mark is staying for all of Christmas so I am going to have to trust you two."

"Why Dad, we have two spare rooms?" Sam asked

"Because Mark's girlfriend is staying and he also has another friend coming and no disrespect to Mark's girlfriend I trust you guys more to share a bed without doing anything than I do them."

"Oh," Jon whispered. "Drat and here I was going to have my wicked way with you," Jon muttered to Sam who hit his arm.

"Lieutenant, that had better, be a joke" Jake said as Jon grabbed his kit from the car.

"Yes sir it was" Jon replied grinning at the smiling man.

"Get out of my sight. Sammie why don't you take Jon up to your room?"

Sam grabbed Jon's hand as Jake called "Jon, leave the ranks at the base okay."

He laughed as he heard a muffled "Yes Sir" being yelled at him.

When Mark arrived home the next day Sam and Jon were playing in the indoor pool.

"Jake," Mark said as he saw his father watching the two with a benevolent smile on his face. Ever since Mark's mother's death he had always addressed his father by his Christian name.

"Hello Mark, Sam, Mark's here," Jake called to the two who were now wrestling in the pool.

"Sam quit trying to drown him and come and greet your brother," Jake called. Sam stopped wrestling with Jon and swam over the edge of the pool and lifted herself out. Mark's friend watched but looked away as Sam noticed him watching. "Hey Mark."

"Hey Sammie. This is Susan my girlfriend and Chris. Guys this is my father Jake and my sister Sam."

Sam inclined her head and said "Hi. Err... Mark this is Jon. Jon this is my brother Mark" Jon joined the group, his muscles rippling as he hauled himself out of the pool.

"Nice to meet you," Mark said holding his hand out.

Jon shook it saying "Likewise." His Irish accent surprised everyone.

"Your Irish," Mark replied. Jon and Jake smirked as Sam muttered "Duh."

"Yes and no," Jon said "Born in Chicago but raised in Ireland. I have both Irish and American Citizenship. Jake do you mind if I phone home. I'll pay you and all."

"Jon, don't be daft of course you can phone home. There's one on the wall." Jon nodded his head and dialled the familiar Irish Number.

"Nollaig Shon" He said. Unfortunately they were only able to hear Jon's side of the conversation.

"Yeah Jock it's me. How are you doing...Great...Me? Yeah I'm fine...How are Mary and Kath...Kath's getting married. Jock that's fantastic...Who is she marrying?...She could do worse... Jock how's Russ? I daren't ring Dad and ask...Cool I'm an Uncle...Named after ME... Is he mad!! Dad'll go ape...Yeah don't tell him I rang...Jock he stabbed me with a knife..." He heard Jake and Sam gasp, knowing their eyes were running along the 3 inch scar on his left shoulder blade. Jon carried on his conversation "Jock stop it... No...He has to make the first move...Jock listen he has already disowned me...Jock leave it please...Yeah I might risk it if he's not there...Yeah take care yourself...Look after Mary and Kath...I don't want to talk to him...Grrr You are so annoying okay I'll talk to him...Di Dhuit Sean" He snarled. Jake looked shocked at the Irish expletives t hat Jon was using. "Bog... Tá tú glan as do mheabhair...Imigh sa diabhal...Go n-ithe an cat thú, is go n-ithe an diabhal an cat...Go dtachta an diabhal thú...Tuilí...God I hate you!" He slammed the phone down, his breathing heavy. Sam placed a hand on his shoulder but he shrugged it off.

"Bog," he screamed in denial, at the wall. He dived back into the pool. Sam followed his as Jake, Mark and his friends looked at him in shock. "Jon, calm down or you'll hurt yourself."

"It'll only please him." Jon snarled

"Jon, stop please" Sam said, tears filling her eyes at the thought of the fact that Jon actually had no one in his family that cared for him. He spun round to face her anger very evident in his eyes.

"Why? Its okay for you, you have a family. A father and brother who love you. My father will celebrate when I die; Russell thinks I'm a pain. They both blame me for Mom's death. It's not my fault," he shouted. Twenty-six years of pain pouring out at his words. Sam swam over to him and wrapped her arms around him. He buried his face in her shoulder. Jake directed the others out of the room, to allow the two time together.

"He hates me so much," Jon whispered. "I tried Sam I really did. I tried to make him love me. I did well at school, didn't date until I was sixteen, didn't do drugs or smoke, and still he hated me. Russell did everything that I didn't and he was always Dad's golden boy. Why does he hate me so?"

"I don't know Jon I really don't" She kissed him gently. With a little bit of probing the kiss deepened slightly. Jon wasn't going to push any further.

"Guy's Jake say's that dinner's...What the hell?" The two jumped apart, Sam was blushing furiously.

"What the hell were you doing? Leave my sister alone!" Mark snarled heading for the side of the pool nearest to Jon.

"Mark," Jake yelled "Leave him." Jake had come to the pool room when he heard Mark yell. "Leave him Mark."

Mark scowled at his father and flounced out of the room. "Jon, you okay?" Jake asked.

"Yeah I will be."

"Good. You've got ten minutes till dinner is ready." Jake said leaving the room. Jon and Sam kissed again before heading out of the room. Mark scowled as they came in.

Di Dhuit – Hello

Bog – Fuck Off

Tá tú glan as do mheabhair – You're Crazy

Imigh sa diabhal – Go To The Devil

Go n-ithe an cat thú, is go n-ithe an diabhal an cat – May your cat eat you and the devil eat the cat

Go dtachta an diabhal thú – May The Devil Choke You

Tuilí – Bastard

Thanks to Ronnie & Amy for the Translations